It seems that with an understatement, the woman in purple was embedded in the gorge wall, Wang Xianzhi just glanced at it, and did not chase it, but jumped back to the ferry, there were still water stains on the deck, and the old fairy didn't need to speak, and the ferry continued to move forward.
No one on the boat dared to approach, whispering, now purple clothes are popular in the north and south of the river, some young women on the rivers and lakes like to wear purple clothes and purple skirts, the boat mixed with the rivers and lakes, for a while I am not sure that the purple clothes that block the river are the current martial arts alliance leader, if the woman is Xuanyuan Qingfeng, the owner of Daxueping Building, then standing at the bow of the boat, this old guy who can beat her into a water dog, who else can be Wang Xianzhi's foot of the ferry boat slowly moving forward, before crossing the gorge, the brand new tomb is getting closer and closer, and the people and people on the boat are worried.
Wang Xianzhi never squinted, at the cliff of the mountain gorge, there was a subtle sound of gravel falling into the river, the loose purple clothes were like the vine grass living creatures after the winter, the spring breeze blew and grown, and it was like water overflowing, "seeping" out of the stone pit, the wisps of purple climbed on the stone wall, and everyone on the ferry was heartbroken, the woman was really the incarnation of the evil Jiao who could not be killed in the Guangling River, wrapped in a purple woman, slowly floated out of the grave, stretched out a palm, pressed it on the mouth, but the scarlet blood was still oozing from between the fingers.
Among the celestial phenomena named by Gao Shulu four hundred years ago, the flow of air, the birth and death of the weather, are extremely rapid, if the finger Xuan is only "visible" the fortune of all things in heaven and earth "turn the rules", and then wait for the opportunity to knock a question, or cut off or fuel, then the celestial phenomenon is to touch a whole vein, in order to follow the trend, in order to borrow the law of heaven and earth, but Gao Shulu once said that the celestial phenomenon is the gatekeeper of this courtyard in the world, and better understand the truth of beating the dog to see the master, the master of the ordinary celestial realm, killing people and saving people will inevitably be impregnated with luck, Han Shengxuan deliberately stagnated in Zhixuan all his life, that is, a human cat killed a master of the rivers and lakes, and he could be even more unscrupulous.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng to the original method of the ancestor Xuanyuan Dapan, frantically absorbing the cultivation of others and the number of qi to fill his own strength, the first group of veteran masters of Huishan almost all died for no reason, she will secretly go down the mountain once a month, looking for fresh food, this is no longer a rabbit does not eat the grass by the nest, but the helplessness of the nest without grass to eat, Xuanyuan Qingfeng is like a female Pixiu, on the road of the left side of the door is getting farther and farther.
Her graceful figure emerged from the dilapidated mountain wall, and the wanton flutter of her large-sleeved purple clothes not only did not reduce her demeanor, but instead added to the mystery of her as the leader of the martial arts alliance.
Wang Xianzhi's punch smashed the "first breath", and the ferry went forward during this time, and gave her the opportunity to "regenerate", in fact, at the bottom of the Guangling River for a sleeve of Qinglong to chase and kill, Xuanyuan Qingfeng has already been forced, at that time she had two ways to go, after breaking that sleeve of Gangqi, avoid its edge, honestly hide at the bottom of the river, but she still let her own Gangqi pull the iron cable out of the river, almost hard to resist Wang Xianzhi's punch, look at her posture at this time fluttering away from the grave, is to fight again, while the ferry has not yet waded into the mountain gorge, Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at Wang Xianzhi's side and stretched out a hand forward.
Wang Xianzhi's figure standing proudly on the bow of the boat flashed away, and the ferry under his feet was like an off-string arrow, suddenly splitting the river and crashing into the mountain gorge at high speed.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng pressed down with both hands, his body was floating on the cliff for more than ten zhang, Wang Xianzhi followed him like a shadow, his toes first stepped on the outer edge of the hole, and then he walked on the ground, chasing the purple "walking" on the mountain wall.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng pulled his hands, and countless dark iron cables hidden at the foot of the cliff clinged to the rocks, rising in clusters, twisting and entangled, and frantically chasing the burly old man's back.
Wang Xianzhi, who was sliding on the mountain wall with his feet, turned a deaf ear to the black pressure on a large piece of iron snake behind him, Xuanyuan Qingfeng knocked his arms back, and his five fingers drilled into the stone wall, like a purple gecko nail attached to the wall, the purple clothes hit the mountain, suddenly spread out, and then covered the master's body for a moment, wrapped into an impenetrable huge silkworm cocoon, spit thousands of silks, and forced Wang Xianzhi's qi to come out with iron cables, and then used silk to trace the unique trajectory of Wang Xianzhi's qi flow, bright red silk and pitch-black iron cables quickly staggered, tried his best to crush Wang Xianzhi, who was deeply trapped in it.
This is a trap that covers the sky, Wang Xianzhi walks in it, as he moves forward, the silk chain goes on, and there are constantly mountains and rocks exploding and rolling into the river, stirring up layers of waves.
Wang Xianzhi did not have the signs of bulging of the ordinary master's qi machine, but it had already made countless entangled silk ropes unable to get close, and the old man did the opposite, losing most of his momentum, and letting the cobwebs clutch hold his undefeated body, which was known as the invincible Donkey Kong of the Buddha Gate, only revealing a head.
One product and four realms, Wang Xianzhi's crossing speed is not the fastest, and it is said that even if he, the city lord of Emperor Wu, is the first in the world to do a jiazi, he has not won the championship in the first three realms, and there is a white-clothed monk Li Beware in the King Kong realm, and there is Deng Tai'a in Xuan, even if there is no peach blossom sword god, there is still Han Shengxuan, and there is Cao Changqing in the sky, but in the rivers and lakes where the four great masters were located back then, Li Chungang was almost in the middle of the three yuan, except for the King Kong realm lost to the monk Nagarjuna, pointing to the Xuantian Elephant is the leader of the contemporary generation.
But this did not prevent Wang Xianzhi from having the last laugh and becoming the only one at the top of the martial arts in the entire five hundred years.
Therefore, when Wang Xianzhi deliberately reined in his qi and let Xuanyuan Qingfeng succeed, the Lord of the Purple Cloth Mountain immediately gave up the idea of strangling this old monster, decisively broke out of the cocoon, and continued to levitate upward, at the same time, the silk iron rope exploded, the purple and black two-color powder dispersed to all sides, and the entire cliff began to shake violently under the huge impact of the fog.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's purple clothes are no longer so purple, and the robe that is more "seamless" than the best weaver's work in the royal weaving bureau has been four or five points lighter in color.
I saw that Wang Xianzhi was still walking up along the mountain wall, not fast or slow, just slightly faster than the rising speed of Xuanyuan Qingfeng, Wang Xianzhi even had the leisure and elegance to chat, and his tone was flat, "The world's martial arts are divided into arts, Lu Zu shoulders the way of heaven, the old man sincerely admires, the sword after Li Chungang, the talent is withering, Deng Tai'a walks the word, can also enter the eyes of the old man, the road is a burden, it has fallen on Cao Changqing's shoulders before, and he has not been able to get out of the trap of the ancients all these years." ” "Xuanyuan Qingfeng, your cultivation is nothing more than a mirage, there is no need for huge waves, just a strong wind blows and disappears, and when you meet ordinary people outside the martial arts commentary, you can scare a few times.
The old man originally thought that you were a woman, and it was not easy to practice martial arts."
Ziyi suddenly stopped and retreated, and said sharply: "What about women?"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng also stepped on the cliff with both feet, and she and Wang Xianzhi were like stepping on the same side of the mirror, colliding head-on.
She smashed down with both fists, Wang Xianzhi with one hand and let it be smashed on the shoulder, and gently punched "point" at the center of the woman's eyebrows, Wang Xianzhi did not move, Xuanyuan Qingfeng did not have much turmoil, only the head was thrown back a slight amplitude, the biggest movement was the mountain wall under the feet of the two, tearing out an increasingly obvious crack, as Xuanyuan Qingfeng's head shook, her sleeves were also twisted, revealing two pink and tender lotus-like wrists, but this kind of white and red is not the kind of allure of a woman's natural beauty, but a sick scene, The blood under the snow-white skin flows and surges in a form visible to the naked eye, the boneless person has gains, and must give up, the "Qingfeng" of the mountain lord of Huishan is too much of a sword, in order to absorb those external cultivation internal forces, and withstand the counterattack of those masters who died in her hands, she did not hesitate to smelt her body into a living molten pool, melting others and melting herself.
Wang Xianzhi naturally recognized the roots of this crazy woman for a long time, and there was no mercy, seeing that she didn't know whether she was alive or dead, the punch suddenly exerted force, and knocked back the smiling and generous martial arts alliance leader for more than ten zhang, and he swept to the opposite side of Xuanyuan Qingfeng in one step, twisted her slender neck relative to the man, and always carried it with one hand, Wang Xianzhi grabbed this body, his body rotated, gathered momentum slightly, let go of his five fingers, and threw the woman in purple to a height of more than ten zhang above the top of the gorge, Wang Xianzhi continued to stride upward, and grasped the fist with the hand behind his back, A column of water will draw water from the river and rush to the sky, if the descendants mention, it will probably be called a Guangling sword, the scabbard is the Guangling River, and the sword body is the river water.
Wang Xianzhi's sleeve of green dragon, there is no definite number, at this time the old man will use this water sword that jumps over his head to penetrate the stubborn woman's body and nail it in the air.
The castration of the water sword was amazing, and it rushed up quickly along the cliff, and it did hit the purple-clothed woman who was scattered most of the qi all over her body, but this water sword as thick as the mouth of the well did not pierce Xuanyuan Qingfeng's body, but was blocked by a cloud of ivory jade white fuzzy mist, the mist was permeated and fan-shaped, the water sword was like a sharp needle piercing the copper mirror mirror, and the fog gradually disappeared, Wang Xianzhi, who could walk upward, did not have the patience, raised a hand, and the water column expanded from the size of the wellhead to the size of the patio of the gateway of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River in an instant, which is not a needle puncture mirror.
It's the vulgar scenery of a sledgehammer smashing the mirror.
That's not all, several water columns of the same size were pulled by Wang Xianzhi's handy qi machine, stirred out of the water, and slaughtered towards the sky, each water dragon, and contained Wang Xianzhi's abundant qi machine, with the cliff as a line, the water column circled a half arc, which happened to hit the fog.
Wang Xianzhi walked to the top of the cliff, raised her head and sneered, no wonder this woman can go against the grain, someone gave or lent her a piece of national luck.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's life hung by a thread, but he did not stand still, he stood up on the mirror with difficulty, holding a sword with both hands, the tip of the sword pointing downward, pointing directly at Wang Xianzhi's neck The jade seal luck that had been transferred to her began to spin, detached from the mirror, and condensed on her "subordinates" and "sword".
Xuanyuan Qingfeng shouted angrily.
Press down with both hands.
The first Jiaolong Water Sword was shattered in an instant, and those water columns that originally hit the mirror surface were also involved by this sword qi, and they turned against each other, following the invisible sword qi and smashing towards the top of Wang Xianzhi's head.
Wang Xianzhi sneered lightly, how could the light of a little luck of rice grains compete with the moon The martial artist no longer had his hands behind his back, his hands were hooked with five fingers, and one foot slid out a few inches on the ground at the top of the cliff, and his knees were slightly bent.
I'm afraid this is the first time that the city lord of Emperor Wu City has made a real move.
After Xuanyuan Qingfeng took a sword, he was already bankrupt, and he could only wait for death to maintain that strange posture of holding the sword.
Wang Xianzhi jumped up in an instant, and the entire cliff top was pressed down several zhang high, and before the bottom of the cliff could hear a sound and movement, the majestic qi that poured out from top to bottom had already taken the lead in repelling the Guangling waves that hit the mountain wall.
Whether it was the sword qi or the water column, it was neither blocked nor smashed, and it was even like losing the target, smashing indiscriminately on the top of the already precarious cliff.
Wang Xianzhi had already come to the top of the purple-clothed woman's head, and smashed the woman who didn't spare her life off the top of the mountain with one punch, and fell far away to the river in the distance.
It seemed like a punch, but before Xuanyuan Qingfeng's body fell into the Guangling River, the purple stagnated in the air several times, followed by a loud thunderclap, the purple qi dispersed and dispersed, and the purple faded and faded.
Wang Xianzhi didn't seem to be satisfied with her dying struggles that the celestial realm should have.
The old man held up his left palm, levitating the purple clothes that were about to run into the river out of thin air, and his right hand punched the figure the size of a fingernail in the distance.
The majestic fist was like a white rainbow, tearing through the sky and hitting the dying purple cloth who had hovered still
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