It is also a dark hall without a lamp, and there is also a heavy hanging inside, not to isolate the figure of people, but to isolate the curtain of heaven and earth.
At the moment when Di Choufei's figure approached the front door of this hall, a dry and old palm suddenly pushed open the golden gate, mixed with the powerful soul power that had been cultivated for many years, clenched his fist, and struck towards Di Choufei with a punch.
The soul power gathered on the fist and formed a crystal, and in the air in front of it, there was a sound like tearing paper.
It's just this kind of voice that makes this seemingly supple and quiet punch extraordinarily domineering and strong.
Di Choufei's pupils shrank.
The power of this punch is probably comparable to the power he can inspire, but the speed at which the soul power bursts out from the body, and the speed at which the body punches, are obviously much higher than him.
There is only one possibility, the person who struck this punch used to be a cultivator of the Saint Master level, but for some reason he fell into the realm, and his soul power retreated to a cultivation that was almost the same as him, but the combat experience and perception had nothing to do with the power of the body and soul power, and such an opponent was naturally much more terrifying than the opponent of the same level.
But his body did not slow down, and the billowing soul power poured out of his body, penetrating the long sword in his hand in an instant.
The long sword was handed out, and the blade of the sword slapped on the fist, but it did not make any sound, and it was glued to the fist.
There was a sound of surprise in the dark hall, and only at this moment, Di Choufei's body cut into the hall at a faster speed with the shock of the sword body.
At this moment, however, another dry hand reached out.
Di Choufei's breathing suddenly stopped, and his heart was extremely shocked.
Before this dry hand was stretched out, there was no breath, not only the aura of the soul power on the body, but even the heat emitted from the skin of the body seemed to be completely constricted in the body The owner of this hand and the owner of the punch before were obviously not the same person, but the key was that before this hand was stretched out, Di Choufei did not even perceive that there was another such opponent, which was within his extremely close range.
The owner of this hand is like a shadow of the man who punched him head-on.
"Snort" But the moment this hand stretched out, it was the index finger and middle finger pointed together as a sword, and the power that was constricted in his body formed a big sword at this moment, and slashed out towards Di Chou.
The generals of the Yun-Qin tripartite border army are always the most combat-ready cultivators.
At this moment, Di Choufei, who had no time to dodge, gathered all the soul power in his left hand to block this invisible sword.
There was a huge earthquake.
Di Choufei's entire left arm sleeves all exploded, revealing the dark green soft armor inside, his entire left arm hung down softly, and he didn't know whether it was an arm dislocation or a broken bone under this hasty blow, his face was miserable white, a piece of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips, the long sword in his right hand flew out of his hand, and his entire body was also shocked backwards.
The shock of the majestic soul power, with a squeak, completely pushed open the golden gate of this hall.
Inside, the heavy black curtains hunted and hunted, like black sè waves, and the sunlight sprinkled into the gate, Di Choufei saw that before these heavy curtains, there were not only two at all, but three burly old men with very old faces.
Moreover, these three old men are only yellow-eyed, but they are not blind.
With a bang, Di Choufei's back smashed into a section of jade fence.
The three of them seemed to have different fighting methods and some cultivation methods than the current cultivators, and the old man looked at Di Choufei indifferently and suspiciously, they didn't know what kind of changes had happened in the Zhongzhou Imperial City, and someone had actually broken into this place.
At the moment when his back smashed the jade fence, Di Choufei spurted out a mouthful of blood again, but to the surprise of all these old people, he did not take advantage of the momentum to fly out, and the soul power in his body surged out from under his feet sharply, making his whole person like a stone thrown by a catapult.
On the side wall of this hall, a loud bang suddenly sounded The bricks and stones were flying, and a hole suddenly appeared, and Di Choufei's figure flew in from this hole, desperately connecting several curtains, and rushed straight to the middle of this hall.
The three old men shouted at the same time.
The old man who punched first punched again, and a punch slammed into Di Choufei's back, but the fist wind broke through several curtains, and only a few rushed to Di Choufei's body.
Di Choufei stumbled, but his figure moved forward faster.
The second hand pointed at the sword again, and stabbed in the air, cutting the tough armor on Di Choufei's back and waist, and even the white bones in the flesh and blood were faintly visible, and the blood was like a waterfall, drenching half of his body with blood.
The third hand was about to touch Di Choufei's back, but at this time, it was a forced pause.
Because Di Choufei has already reached the center of this hall.
Di Choufei just glanced at it, and he had already got the answer he wanted to know, knowing why the old man behind him didn't dare to spurt soul power violently at this time, and he learned this secret of True Dragon Mountain.
Just when he was about to step down hard, the dim pupils of the owner of the third hand behind him suddenly contracted, Di Choufei coughed lightly and coughed out a mouthful of reverse blood again.
When his blood sprayed onto a black curtain that blocked the wind and vitality, his whole body had already swept to the other side of the temple wall, knocked out a hole again, and rushed out.
At the same time, the faces of the three old men in this hall changed drastically.
A faint, but unusually dense sound and a strange wind flow caused by the fluctuation of vitality came from a distance, allowing them to perceive it clearly.
This unusually dense sound came from the ancient stone hall in the back mountain, unusually far away, and it seemed that the inside of this stone hall was unimaginably deep.
A gust of wind suddenly rushed out of the door of the stone hall, rolling up countless yellow dead leaves on the stone steps at the entrance.
Some of the green vines that grew down the top of the stone hall were surprisingly fragile under the sharp shaking wind, cracking into countless pieces and flying out.
Inside the entrance of the stone hall, there are even sections of broken green vines flying out, as if because this stone hall is too old, and even green vines have grown from the cracks in the stone hall to the inside of the stone hall.
Di Choufei, who had just learned a secret of True Dragon Mountain and crashed out of a temple, also sensed the collision of powerful forces, and his pupils began to reveal an extremely frightened god, forcibly suppressing the injury, and desperately began to escape desperately towards the planned escape route.
At this time, he knew that what he was expecting had not been realized at all, in this True Dragon Mountain, there was no Holy Master as he thought, all the Holy Masters were transferred to other places in Zhongzhou City, and there were still Holy Masters sitting in this mountain.
It's just that this holy master, at this moment, I am afraid that he has also encountered a person who has infiltrated the True Dragon Mountain like him, and that person is also a holy master.
The fierce wind at the entrance of the stone hall surged hundreds of times in a period of ten breaths.
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Nangong Weiyang's body first appeared from the entrance of the stone hall, and her face was still very calm, but there were a few more subtle cracks on the green shirt on her body.
After her body completely retreated from the stone steps, her cold sword light flew out from the entrance of the stone hall and levitated in front of her.
A thin old man with a small figure and a golden dragon robe appeared at the entrance of the stone hall and stepped on the stone steps that had been blown clean by the strong wind.
In the Yunqin Empire at this moment, only the Yunqin Emperor and the eldest princess could wear the clothes decorated with the golden sè dragon pattern, but in the period of the first emperor, there were still a group of people who were dressed in dragon clothes because of the emperor's commendation.
This group of people is the dead soldier of the former emperor, the real dragon guard.
"You must die."
It seems that until this moment, this true dragon guard, who has only appeared in the legend of Yun Qin's ancestors, has seen Nangong Weiyang's figure and face clearly, because Nangong Weiyang is young and powerful, there is a look of envy on his face, but he immediately made a voice again, extremely majestic and solemn, with a trace of regret.
"You are Yun Qin, since the founding of the country, the genius with the best cultivation qualifications I have ever seen is just a child, and True Dragon Mountain is not a place where you can come and go whenever you want."
Faced with this rickety short old man's words, Nangong Weiyang shook his head seriously, but said inexplicably, "You don't have fingers." ” Rickets' short hands and the rest of his body were completely encased in the majestic and wide golden robe of the dragon, only the head was exposed, hearing this, he was not surprised, a golden light flew out of his sleeve, but it was a golden sword, with the rune of the dragon.
"Without fingers, soul power can gush out very quickly."
He looked at Nangong Weiyang and said, "And I also have a sword." ” "But you're afraid of my sword."
Nangong Weiyang shook his head seriously again, looking at the old man with a calm face, "I haven't figured out what the reason is, but you are really afraid of my sword, so although your cultivation is higher than mine, you can't keep me." ” The rickety short old man's body shook slightly, and the corners of his calm mouth twitched slightly.
"You don't even have toes."
At this time, Nangong Weiyang took a serious look at his feet, "I didn't understand what the reason was, but there are no toes, after all, when you change direction when you run away, you are not as flexible as me, so it is even more impossible for you to keep me." ” After saying this, this person was probably the most xg saint master in the world, so he turned his head and left.
Her body walked in front of her, but her flying sword, as if it was alive, always followed her a few feet behind.
The rickety short old man's body shook slightly, and the light on the golden flying sword flickered non-stop, but he didn't take a step after all.
"It's not that I'm afraid of your sword, it's just that this cold breath reminds me of something from the past."
"You've taken away a half of the secrets of True Dragon Mountain, but I don't know if you'll realize it."
After Nangong Weiyang's breath completely disappeared from the world he perceived, the rickety old man's body trembled slightly, and he let out a helpless sigh
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