"The Central Plains martial arts world is nothing more than that."
Just eight characters, dozens of strokes, instantly stirred up the storm.
In the torrential rain, cold eyes suddenly drifted from both sides of the Yellow River.
In the vast sky and the misty rain, the great elder of the Demon Sect threw bamboo into the boat. His red monk's robes fluttered in the wind, and he stood proudly on the rolling turbid waves. He looked at the heroes of the Central Plains as if they were nothing and stared in all directions.
The heads of several factions opened their eyes angrily with murderous intent, but they quickly held back.
This old devil is invincible in the West, and in terms of skill, he is probably on a par with the "Old Man Tianji" Sun Baifa. Not only has he mastered two esoteric magics and Tianzhu magical skills, but he has also practiced both good and evil, and he has mastered many magic skills. He has achieved a strange and unparalleled body, with internal and external zhenqi that is unparalleled in the world.
Looking at the vast Central Plains martial arts world, there are no more than a handful of people who can compete with it.
Hua Shaokun, the current leader of Huashan, angrily said: "How hateful, if it weren't for the turmoil in our Central Plains martial arts world, when would it be your turn to speak nonsense like a demon monk from the Western Regions?"
At that time, the "Chai Yuguan" case alone severely damaged the vitality of the martial arts community in the Central Plains and suffered heavy losses; later, after the disaster of the "Money Gang", all the masters in the "Weapons Manual" were killed and injured; and now, the "Qinglong Society" and The "money gangs" are fighting each other, dragons and tigers are fighting, you come and I go, and the masters in the world are withering away one after another.
The old lama didn't look at him, but looked at Xie Xiaofeng who was more than ten feet away. He wanted to go in again, but his clear and pure eyes seemed to be aware of it. Surprise and doubt flashed through him, and the green bamboo that was turning under his feet suddenly stopped. After a while, the loose skin gradually became tighter.
"Amitabha, evil! Evil!"
He suddenly stopped moving, clasping his hands together, like a silent stone, standing still in the rain and wind.
But although the two of them were motionless, the wind, rain and waves between them were moving violently, reversing and circling, as if two evil dragons were fighting and fighting in the river, rolling up whirlpools and big waves, fighting from the river to the rain. , there was a strong wind and rain, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the people on the shore were shocked.
Before their moves were launched or their energy moved, these two people were able to induce such a terrifying scene just by relying on their momentum.
No one dared to come forward to disturb, everyone was staring nervously.
As the hours passed, the sky changed from dusk to light, then to darkness, and the rain also changed from heavy to light.
The turbid waves on the river became more violent.
The water rose, the torrents rolled, and the waves surged into the sky.
The two people on the river were rising and floating, seemingly in danger, but they remained still, like a floating boat.
"Bravo."
Another person came to the shore.
In the wind and rain, Shangguan Xiaoxian, dressed in red clothes, floated like fire, holding an umbrella. Her slender shoulders were covered with raindrops, and her face was covered with a black gauze.
Jing Wuming saw something different through the black gauze. He raised the bamboo hat on his head and saw a change in his lifeless eyes: "Are you poisoned?"
Shangguan Xiaoxian smiled like a silver bell and said, "When I picked her up, I happened to pass by Peacock Villa and met a few acquaintances, so I tried my best... That person is getting more and more powerful."
In a simple conversation, Jing Wuming stopped talking.
Not long after Shangguan Xiaoxian arrived, they heard the sound of galloping horses in the rain. Ye Kai and Fu Hongxue also rushed back to the north overnight. Together with Ding Linglin, the three of them looked at the scene on the river with concentration.
Following closely, "Songyang Iron Sword" Guo Ding and Lu Xiaojia also came one after another.
On the other side of the river, the big dragon head of the "Blue Dragon Society" appeared in the wind and rain.
As soon as this person arrived, everyone looked at him with side eyes.
Everyone wants to see how sacred this mysterious dragon is.
The big dragon's head was dressed in white and covered with snow, and he was wearing a green bamboo rain hat. A ferocious bronze dragon head mask loomed out of the rain; what was even more surprising was that the green silk under the edge of the hat was as white as frost and snow, and scattered with the wind, as if this He is an old man with a bright head and pale face.
He just stood there quietly in the wind and rain, with his hands behind his back, motionless as a mountain.
Next to the big dragon head, the two dragon heads held umbrellas and followed, dressed in green clothes, accompanying each other.
In this battle, almost all the mainstays of the martial arts world in the north and south, the leaders and bosses of all parties in the Central Plains who are in charge of the overall situation, are present.
Because with this battle, perhaps the demonic disaster can be quelled and the demonic religion can be rejected in the west.
How could the leader of the Demon Sect, an extraordinary person like the Great Elder of the Demon Sect and a veteran of the Demon Sect for three dynasties, let him die here?
Finally, the sky cleared after the rain.
It's dusk on the horizon.
The rain stopped, but the wind did not stop.
As if accompanied by the last drop of raindrops falling, the river between the Demon Sect's Great Elder and Xie Xiaofeng, which was originally in chaos, was suddenly smoothed out like a mirror under the ripples caused by the raindrops.
The wind calmed down.
Calm and calm.
But everyone watching the battle suddenly felt a hurricane blowing in their faces, a violent torrent sweeping across, and even thunder exploding.
A pair of eyes may open or close, but what remains unchanged is the rising light and the bursting of spirit in the eyes.
It's time to take action.
The dusk was dim, the turbid water was like a mirror, and the afterglow of the setting sun reflected the two figures.
People often say that heaven has yin and yang, humans have yin and yang, and the earth has yin and yang; the human body is yang, and the shadow of the foot is yin.
However, if he disappears, does it mean death?
of course not.
Suddenly, Xie Xiaofeng moved.
The others did not move, but the shadows moved.
The moment the shadow moved, the divine sword was unsheathed.
Above the turbid water mirror, an indescribable stream of light flashed across the sky and the earth in a daze, extinguishing the last trace of the setting sun.
The great elder also moved, and what he moved was a person. With a movement of his right hand, countless water droplets were seen floating out from all directions in the river, and they came together, as if the raindrops that had previously fallen into the turbid waves were picked up again one by one, and transformed into A shockingly large handprint.
This is the secret teaching of Tantra, the Mahamudra of Tantra.
In an instant, it was like a strong wind blowing by, thunder crashing down, and everything disappeared again, just like a rub of burning ashes, which disappeared in a moment.
Everyone was shocked. They looked again and saw that Xie Xiaofeng was still standing with his sword behind his back. The sword was not unsheathed and his feet were not moving. They didn't know whether it was a human being or a shadow that moved just now.
But under the great elder's feet, the shadow was no longer visible, only blood stains.
He was defeated.
A blood hole penetrated the palm of his right hand.
The great elder's face was pale and ugly, and just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a stinging pain in the middle of his eyebrows, and a line of blood slowly snaked down.
He was defeated, but not dead.
The reason why he didn't die was not because the sword was ineffective or because Xie Xiaofeng showed mercy.
But someone else came by the river.
As soon as this person arrived, a fierce, domineering and evil murderous intention had been firmly targeted at several elders and leaders of the Xie family, which was terrifying.
If the great elder is killed by the sword, these people will also die.
"In a life-and-death contest, how dare you, masters from the Central Plains, raid the formation and exert pressure?"
The visitor's voice was powerful, like a golden stone attacking, and he walked into the field with a strange penetrating power.
After hearing this voice, the great elder who was originally unwilling and with frightened and angry eyes immediately calmed down and suppressed his murderous intent. He spread out his monk's clothes and flew towards the shore like a bloody bat, saluting the visitor. .
"I've met the leader!"
In front of the great elder, stood a tall and majestic figure.
When everyone looked around, they saw this man wearing a purple and black brocade robe. He had thick black hair and a pair of swallow-winged eyebrows. His face was sallow as copper, and his cheeks had a rough outline, especially his eyes, which had a lot of black eyes. The whites of the eyes take up almost 70% of the entire eyeball, exuding an evil charm as they turn, with a high-spirited look, resembling a powerful demon statue.
This is also a young man.
He said to the great elder of the Demon Sect: "Thank you for your hard work!"
After saying that, the young man grinned, glanced at everyone present, and finally looked at Xie Xiaofeng: "Who are you?"
"Excalibur Villa, Xie Xiaofeng!" Xie Xiaofeng said.
"Xie Xiaofeng? Very good!"
The young man had just finished talking and laughing, his steps paused, and there was an incredible light of the sword in front of him.
This sword was as bright as the cold moon, brightening the dusk, and slashed straight at Xie Xiaofeng on the river.
"You dare!"
Seeing this, several elders of the Xie clan stood up from the waves, unsheathed their long swords, and took action as well as several heads.
However, the light of the sword passed by, dividing the water and breaking the waves. Several famous swords in the rivers and lakes were all destroyed by the sword.
Seeing this extraordinary sword strike, most of the onlookers by the river were shaken, some suddenly changed their color, and some even had their eyes cracked.
The martial arts world in the Central Plains finally faced its biggest nightmare in hundreds of years.
"I'm down here, Qiu Xiaolou!"
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