The air and the glow gather together, just like friends in the flowing Qiongyun.
This was the sentiment of an old Taoist monk who traveled to Dengzhou hundreds of years ago and saw the early morning sun shining on the forest sea for the first time.
However, the air of glory remained the same, but Qiong Yun and his friends were killed by swords and shadows.
The morning mist in the mountains and forests is really steaming.
The graceful lady and the light blue beauty fought together with an exquisite old monk in cassock. The three people's true energy cut through the forest trees and shattered the bluestones.
The old monk's exquisite cassock seemed to be invulnerable to all attacks. No matter how much the two men slashed at it with their scimitars and swords, it was still invincible.
The two women's body skills are strong and sharp, and the old monk's steps may seem slow, but he can always avoid fatal moves accurately.
"Qiang!"
The old monk's withered fingers were like pliers, and he grasped the long sword and the short blade of the scimitar with ease. Then he flexed his fingers slightly and knocked the two women back several meters. The sharp weapons in his hands almost came off, and he staggered for a few steps before he gradually regained his balance.
At the same time, the old monk left an afterimage on the spot like a ghost. His true energy flowed into his palms, and he pushed forward gently, instantly bursting out with the rhyme of the terrifying law.
"puff!"
Two Qian Yingji, who had just staggered to their feet, resisted with all their strength, but still could not stop the infuriating energy pouring in like a flood. They only felt that they were knocked away by wild ancient beasts, and their blood spilled into the air in the early morning, and it was red and misty under the early sunlight.
"The gray-bearded old bald donkey is looking for death!"
Zhao Zhengli, who had been paying close attention all the time, yelled and slapped a palm, but his level plummeted to the minor master level. What seemed like a swift and violent blow was actually as far away from the great master level as the Milky Way's chasm.
"boom!"
The old monk in the exquisite cassock couldn't even take a look at him. His robe collapsed with a casual wave, and the carriage exploded to pieces. Only the horse's last mournful cry was heard, and it turned into a ball of blood mist.
Fortunately, Zhao Zhengli, who was in the carriage, saw the situation and broke the sedan to avoid it in advance. If he had been a little later, blood would have been spilled on the spot.
Zhao Zhengli landed on the ground and rolled to release his inertia. He drew the Purple Yang Sword on his back and swung the sword horizontally. The sword energy in his memory did not appear, and he once again realized that his realm had plummeted.
The sword missed, and he dodged away without any hesitation. The next moment, the place was shattered by a palm of Qi, and flowers, grass, and soil flew in all directions.
"Huicong, I'll do it*#%!"
Zhao Zhengli, who passed by the King of Hell twice, was so angry that he cursed.
For a moment, the old monk in exquisite cassock hesitated slightly, Xiao was confused by his sudden scolding.
"Young man with a yellow mouth, you are seeking death!"
Huicong's cassock shook, and he reached out his claws decisively. The aura he exuded seemed to be picking up the stars and reaching the moon, and the rhythm of the law was increasing continuously.
Zhao Zhengli was immediately unable to move. He was imprisoned by an invisible force. This was just one of the Grand Master's methods.
The old monk smiled evilly and took action.
"Whoosh!"
At the critical moment, he was pushed several meters sideways by an external force. He only heard a muffled groan coming from behind him, accompanied by the sound of "Puff!" as blood sprayed out.
When he turned his head, a light blue figure flew several feet away.
The skirt fluttered in the air, and the blood was mist.
"Xiaowei~"
"Miss~"
Two screams tore through the sky.
At the end of the day, purple energy circulated around Zhao Zhengli's body, and the purple sword in his hand glowed several feet cold, and there was a chill in the air.
"Buzz!"
The purple sword left his hand and hung in mid-air. Zhao Zhengli made seals with his hands and muttered words. As his hair gradually turned white, his appearance became older.
The wise old monk in the distance was slightly surprised: "Qingcheng Zi Yang initiation method?"
Then he smiled contemptuously: "I thought you were going to take the life-span initiation. I'm waiting for you to accumulate this move, so your wish will be granted."
Emei Li Zhanyi could no longer care about the situation of the battle. She dodged towards Yu Xiaowei, who was flying backwards several feet. Her eyes were full of sorrow and guilt. At this time, she didn't know whether to hate the Taoist priest from Qingcheng Mountain or the monk from Northern Shaolin.
She sealed the tendons and acupuncture points with her hands, and kept injecting the true energy into her delicate body. She repeatedly chanted: "Miss Yu, hold on! Miss Yu, hold on!"
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The green mountains of Qingcheng Mountain are secluded.
The simple and green Qingdu Hall stands proudly at the top of the peaks. Feng Zifeng, the head of Qingcheng with silver beard and crane hair, looks to the north. In his field of vision, there is a vast sea of fog and rolling mountains.
"Here we come after all!"
The leader with a rosy childlike face sighed, and then murmured to himself: "Can you survive it?"
On this day, after Qingcheng Taoism's customary morning class, the leader Feng Zifeng called several Taoists guarding the mountain.
He looked around, and except for Qiu Liang, the fourth Taoist who was still traveling outside, the other five people were all gathered together.
"According to the rules of our religion in the past, going down the mountain in troubled times and avoiding the secular world in prosperous times does not mean completely escaping from the world. Cultivation lies in cultivating the mind. The most difficult thing to cultivate is the worldly mind. The four Taoists have not returned yet, and their aura is getting stronger. They must have encountered an opportunity. , and now the seventh Taoist seems to have encountered a difficult problem, and logically speaking, he should get over it by himself. However, external factors are complicated, so I thought over and over again and decided to go down the mountain."
As soon as these words came out, the remaining people were like ants on a hot pot.
Cui Chengjiang, the impatient Fifth Daoist, retorted: "How did this happen? If the leader comes out in person, it will definitely cause a sensation in the world and even cause the court to speculate wildly."
Gu Henglong, the third man of medium stature, followed up and answered: "Senior brother, the leader, represents the entire sect. If you go down the mountain to help the younger junior brother, it will definitely misunderstand the court. Besides, there are many things in the mountain that need to be taken care of by the leader, so senior brother must not do it!" "
Puwei, a member of the Six Paths who remained indifferent to the world, played with the newly made bamboo flute: "Senior brothers have to take care of things on weekdays. Among them, I am the most leisurely. How about... let me go down the mountain?"
When the leader Feng Zifeng heard this, his white beard twitched slightly, and he decisively refused: "You are not in the scope of consideration, Lao Liu. Your Guiyi fearless elixir method can't go anywhere before it breaks through the great master, so as not to mess up your Guiyi Heart!"
The second Taoist Yuan Chaoyang, who had been silent all this time, scratched his snow-white hair, glanced at everyone, and finally said leisurely: "Don't even act! I have been eating and drinking leisurely for so many years, so this is the best time to go down the mountain."
Then he smoothed his silver beard and glanced at the leader: "Like the old fox, beating around the bush, it's better to directly name the old Taoist. It's just him Zhao Zhengli. If it were someone else, he would dig out the previous one. Even the old masters are too lazy to take care of me!"
Everyone was not surprised by his disrespectful words. Maybe they were used to it, or maybe he could really do it.
On the contrary, the master's face suddenly turned red when his thoughts were read: "Ahem, if a second Taoist comes forward, it will definitely be more effective than the original way down the mountain." Then he winked and said, "By the way, the second Taoist can also take care of common things!"
Yuan Chaoyang, the second Taoist who has never been upright, rarely became more serious: "It's time to put an end to this!"
On this day, a white-haired old man in Qingcheng Mountain walked down the mountain leisurely, humming a tune:
“Flowers fade and flowers bloom, spring goes and spring comes again.
The beautiful woman wears pink and white, just hoping for your favor.
Looking forward to seeing you gone, Hongzhuang raised her head and tiptoed.
The two looked forward to seeing each other, and imagined that they would always be together in the past.
I hope the sky will turn dark, and the pear blossom rain will turn to the north with tears in my eyes.
Month after month comes year after year, spring passes and winter comes to pray for gods..."
This is a song "Tears of Leaving People" written sixty years ago. It is filled with endless sadness and endless sadness.
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The purple sword energy in the jungle reaches straight into the sky, taking away the spring sunshine in an instant. The sky above the jungle is billowing with purple energy, and even the clouds are reflected in a dazzling purple glow.
Below, a twilight man with snow-white hair holds a sword with both hands, and his ferocious old face can vaguely show the handsome appearance of his youth.
In the distance, the exquisite old monk in cassock stared at him in fear. He decisively stopped him, vowing to kill the white-haired man before the monstrous purple sword fell.
The old man with white hair was Zhao Zhengli who sacrificed his life to perform the Purple Yang Initiation, and the old monk in exquisite cassock was Hui Cong who threatened to let him perform the last move.
He never thought that Zhao Zhengli had such terrifying vitality, let alone that he would pay the price with his life.
His intuition told him that if he waited for the sword to be fully charged, he would have no power to resist, so he destroyed it in advance.
However, the sword was already in full strength, so how could he defeat it with just one blow.
At the same time that the Huicong Old Monk arrived with all his strength, Zhao Zhengli, with his white hair dancing wildly, pressed down simultaneously to form an eight-point purple sword.
"Boom!"
The two Dao Yun Laws collided, and the purple sword light instantly disintegrated Huicong with a full blow.
"Crack!"
The downward trend of the purple sword continued unabated, turning the trees in a radius of several feet into ashes, and the aftermath destroyed hundreds of plants and trees.
"break!"
Huicong took the cassock as a weapon, wrapped it into a stick, gathered all his Taoist skills and stabbed the stick horizontally. Immediately, the Tao rhymes continued with endless rules. The air around the cassock stick was vaguely broken, revealing the unpredictable and mysterious dark and fragmented time and space.
This stick is a Buddhist stick for subduing demons, embodying Hui Chong’s lifelong achievements and understanding.
"Crack!"
The cassock wrapped into a stick almost exploded on the spot. The purple sword was weak by three to five points when pressed down, but the residual power of three points was still terrifying, and the speed increased faster and faster.
The Grand Master's all-out blow was so unbearable that Huicong was surprised and surprised. However, the situation was urgent and he could not think too much. In his desperation, he dodged without haste and used the "White Ape Offering Shou" with both palms on top to catch the purple arrow that was about to arrive. sword.
"Pfft!"
In the distance, Li Zhanyi was supporting Yu Xiaowei who had just woken up. The two of them saw a pair of giant hands holding up the top of their head, catching a purple sword that fell from the sky. The two objects collided, and it was so bright and dazzling that it was difficult to look straight at it. In the middle, he could vaguely see the bald old monk's clothes in tatters, and his entire figure suddenly shrunk by seven or eight points.
When the true energy of all laws dissipates, the original trees are towering, the green grass is bare, and the sand is billowing.
There was a white-haired man in the field holding a purple sword with both hands in a downward slashing posture. In the distance, a bald old monk with torn clothes held his hands on his head, his eyes wide with an expression of surprise. A hint of scarlet could be seen faintly lurking out of the corner of his mouth, and even below his calf. It's stuck deep in the soil.
Li Zhanyi and Yu Xiaowei couldn't believe that Zhao Zhengli, whose level had plummeted to the level of a minor master, had hurt Huicong, the grand master, with this sword.
Even Huicong himself cannot accept the fact that the existence of a group of small masters can be wiped out at the snap of a finger, but today he was hurt by ants?
When he thought carefully about Zhao Zhengli's sword, he did not hesitate to use his life to execute it, and he immediately understood.
However, Zhao Zhengli saw that he was just a wound, but he was still unwilling to accept it. No one knew better than him the price he paid for this sword.
Taking away decades of life in exchange for a Grand Master of Trauma, this deal was a loss no matter how it was considered. He also recognized the huge gap between the two people's current realms. If the master before his fall was a mid-level master, he dared to believe that this sword could easily defeat Bald. Donkey old life.
He was still passive in the current situation. After hurting Huicong with one sword, he didn't hesitate to prepare the second sword.
The purple air rises, and the white hair becomes whiter.
"madman!"
The old Huicong monk in the distance was frightened and frightened when he saw the situation. The other party was completely desperate for his life.
People become better with age, and the older they are, the more they cherish their lives. Just now, he was annoyed that he had suffered a loss. Now that he was injured, he felt a fear of purple energy. He pulled out his legs and ran away without stopping at all.
That tattered back, embarrassed figure, and indescribable panic.
Even if the second sword was a bluff or a desperate gamble, Huicong believed that there was no need to gamble. After all, the hatred between the two was far less than the risk of life and death.
He spent decades of Zhao Zhengli's life at the cost of trauma. This time he left and told Du Qiao the news and asked him to clean up the mess. This would also allow the Du family to record a favor.
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In the ruins, Zhao Zhengli, who was already graying, saw that his threat had succeeded. As if the last trace of his energy had been drained, he collapsed to the ground.
Even if he was really determined to instill the second sword with his life, it would still not be able to achieve the three-point effect of the first sword.
After all, life is short and cause and effect leaves traces.
He finally felt panic because he felt the call of death.
He never imagined that he would grow old in such a way and face death in such a state of mind...
