Snapped……
Wen Chou Chou knelt on the ground again, the flattery on his face remained the same. It was unbelievable that the person with the aloof temperament just now was him.
"Gang leader, spare... spare my life, I, I'm possessed by a ghost."
Wen Chou Chou was so frightened that his nose and tears mixed together. Green and white, mixed together, very disgusting.
Seeing this scene, Xiong Ba was completely angry. He took this as Wen Chou Chou teasing him.
"The cloud-dispelling palm, the tenth move brings clouds of disaster down from the sky"
Before he could finish his words, Xiong Ba had already entered the mid-air, and his entire body was enveloped by a formidable wave of air. The white clouds above his head were billowing and gathering, looking very scary.
Then, a depressing and despairing aura spread from top to bottom, all over the air and the ground. Hundreds of steps away, thousands of Tianxiahui members finally couldn't stand it anymore and retreated one after another, losing their weapons and flags. One place.
Wen Chou Chou had strong inner strength and resisted, but he didn't dare to wait too long. He got up and turned around and ran. Just after running twenty or thirty steps, an invisible force possessed him. Wen Chou Chou's face changed, he turned around and flew like a cannonball. In the air, fingers spread out.
At the same time, Xue Yin Kuang Dao flew down from Tianshan Mountain with the sound of breaking wind.
Bang... The cold-blooded Snow Drinking Knife fell into Wen Chou Chou's hands.
"Six Art of Aohan, Sixth Art of Cold Blade and Bingxin"
Wen Chou Chou's voice was cold, and he once again changed from a coward to a fierce man.
The oppressive cold air spread all over his side.
In an instant, a palm and a sword collided. A mushroom cloud bloomed between the two of them, and boundless air waves burst out.
Xiongba retreated hundreds of steps and landed on the cracked ground like a spider web. He looked at Wen Chou Chou in surprise. He didn't understand why Wen Chou Chou was able to master Nie's Six Ao Han Jue. Still studying so well.
You must know that the Sixth Art of Aohan and the Sixth Art of Cold Blade and Bingxin were not even known by the original heir of the Nie family, King Nie Ren.
Boom...
Wen Chou Chou also fell to the ground and lost the Xueyin Kuangdao in his hand.
"Hoo, ho..."
Wen Chou Chou got up, blushing and breathing hard, seeing the situation clearly, turning around and running away without saying a word. Since his body contained a large amount of spiritual fruit elixir, he ran very fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye. No trace.
The suspicious Xiongba did not pursue him, and stood there for four or five breaths. His figure flashed on the cracked steps, picked up the bone-chilling Snow Drinking Knife, and looked at it.
"Why is King Nie's Snow Drinking Crazy Sword here? Is King Nie not dead?"
With doubts, Xiongba climbed the ten thousand steps straight to the top of the mountain. Because of his superb cultivation, it didn't take long to reach the top. To his surprise, when he reached the top, there was no one from the Ming Cult as he imagined.
Looking at the vast buildings, Xiongba narrowed his eyes.
On the mountain road behind Tianshan Mountain, Chu Feng and Hu Erniang wrapped their five hundred disciples with their supreme spiritual energy and moved forward quickly, reaching the lush green ground in a hundred breaths of time.
Afterwards, they advanced several hundred miles and arrived at a small city near Kunlun, where they divided the money and dispersed five hundred people.
The Mingjiao in the chaotic Central Plains and Western Regions disappeared.
More than a month has passed in the blink of an eye.
Deep in Kunlun, on a high mountain with a thousand-foot wall, smoke was lingering. Chu Feng played the piano with a calm expression. The beautiful music flowed out from his fingertips, attracting birds to fly.
Tiger Erniang, dressed in black, stood on one side and spoke unhurriedly about the news collected from various places.
"On July 8th, masters and disciples Wuming and Jianchen of Zhonghua Pavilion arrived at Tianshan and met with Xiongba. Jianchen and Xiongba had a conflict. After that, Wuming and Jianchen left Tianxiahui and searched for Guangmingding alone."
"On July 13th, the remaining forces of Wushuang City, led by Dugu Fangfang's son, arrived at Tianshan Mountain and surrendered to Xiongba."
"On July 25th, the Emei Sect of the Changsheng Taoist Sect arrived at Tianshan, but they did not meet Xiongba."
"On the first day of August, Baijian Villa, at Wuming's invitation, sent a large number of experts into Kunlun Mountain to help search for Guangmingding. It is less than 200 miles away from here."
"On the second day of August, a group of people with high martial arts skills appeared in the small town of Kunlun where we had disbanded five hundred disciples. I followed and checked and found that they worked for an organization called Tianmen. Their leader, Emperor Shitian, was an old man who had lived for thousands of years. Monster, if you don't use the wind and thunder wings, I am no match for him."
"Well, the six sects are here!"
Chu Feng stopped what he was doing. After stirring up so much wind and rain, his goal was finally almost achieved.
"Master, the extremely cold place suitable for the rebirth of the Sword Master has been found. Coincidentally, it is near the ice-free spring a hundred miles to the west."
As Tiger Erniang spoke, she took out a paper roll from her bulging arms. After unfolding it, a detailed topography was drawn on it.
"Well, now that this matter is over, it's time to take care of the sword master's soul and body."
Chu Feng took the scroll, looked at it for a while, stood up with a calm expression, took a hundred steps, and in a blink of an eye, he was in a vast glacier.
What you see is the white world, what you hear is the eternal silence.
Where there is no life, there is the most tranquility. Walking on the cold glacier, every time you take a breath and the solidified ice flakes fall to the ground, there will be a huge sound.
Chu Feng closed his eyes and felt it for a while, then found the coldest place - the ice valley. He took out the old body of the Sword Master from the wish bottle and poured the conceived soul into it.
"In thirty to fifty years, we may be able to wake up."
Leaving behind a few words, Chu Feng walked away.
Soon after returning to Guangmingding, Chu Feng sat on the ground, turning around the "Tao Jing", and started practicing quietly, ignoring Hu Erniang who was standing there.
With each breath, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth gradually gathered and entered Chu Feng's body bit by bit.
The golden elixir in the Dantian also gradually increased.
Over the next two months.
Various news continued to circulate in the world, angering the Central Plains Wulin and the Mingjiao of Tianxiahui. They were jointly attacked by Tianxiahui and the five major sects, and the headquarters of Guangmingding was captured.
From the deputy leader down, all thirteen masters died in the battle.
Xiongba, the leader of the Tianxiahui Gang, took the lead in reaching the peak and obtained the dragon-slaying knife, hoping to gain a glimpse of its secrets.
Wuming suddenly appeared and took away the dragon-slaying knife, wanting to destroy it because it was too fierce.
Emperor Shaktian appeared and defeated the two.
Later, another person appeared and fought against Emperor Shitian, but the battle was so dark that the sky was dark and the sun and the moon lost all light.
After the war, the top masters retired to recover from their injuries. Under the leadership of Huo Qilin, the Emei Sect of the Immortal Taoist Sect became the leader of the martial arts world.
As for the dragon-slaying knife that caused the top experts to fight endlessly, it disappeared.
Seven days later, in modern time and space, the fairy mountain floats in the sky, with purple air rising and full of greenery.
Chu Feng sat quietly in the Xiantian Spiritual Root Garden. Not far in front of him, there were two swords, one extremely cold and one extremely fierce. The spiritual fruits around him were forced by their momentum and became a little sluggish.
"The general outline of Taoism, including the Dragon Slaying Sword and the Heavenly Sword?"
Chu Feng opened his eyes with a strange look on his face, thinking that the things he had refined could be collected.
