After Master Tianfang finished speaking, there was silence on the top of the opposite peak.
The six people stood there quietly, with a strange look in their twelve eyes, as if they wanted to be angry, but they felt absurd, they felt funny, but they couldn't laugh freely.
The linen clothes and snowy hair on their bodies were fluttering from time to time, but their people were as calm as the strange rocks around them that were covered with ice and snow. The only sound left on the entire peak was the sound of the raging wind and snow.
It wasn't until Master Tianfang crossed the cliff and the chasm, and the flowing red fireworks invaded this wind and snow area, that the sixth among the six monsters suddenly cried loudly.
This cry was like a thunderbolt from the blue, shocking the earth and the earth. As soon as I cried, the surrounding snow started to rise one after another, like a wave of wind and mist, crashing into the swaying fireworks.
Lao Liu sat down on the ground, wiped his eyes with his hands, and cried terribly.
The number one old monster said sternly: "Why are you crying?"
"Brother, I regret it."
The sixth old monster cried and shouted, "You said that we have been living in seclusion for so many years. We originally thought that we were aloof from the outside world, not involved in the world, and we also enjoyed ourselves and had our own interests. It can be said that we lived like gods."
"Now I know that we are not gods, we are simply beggars!!"
The second old monster was the tallest and as angry as a bell: "What nonsense are you talking about? How do you tell the difference between a fairy and a beggar?"
The sixth old monster sat on the ground, raised his hand and pointed at Tianfang Daoist: "After all, gods have a reputation that is spread, respected or feared. The older you live, the deeper your reputation becomes. Even if it is hidden in a pile of obscure old papers and is not known to the public, It can also be used as a way for future generations to show off their uncommon knowledge, making it more unique than those famous gods."
"And we... look at him, look at him, we are not dead yet, but a young man like us treats us as dead people. How can we be called gods? We can only be called beggars."
"Wow, wow, I'm so sad, so sad!"
The sixth old monster beat his chest and beat his feet. As he spoke, he reached into the thick snow with his hands, groped randomly, and pinched the snowflakes until they were as hard as rocks. He stuffed them into his mouth, making a crunching sound. .
The cheeks were beating continuously, chewing up the ice and snow, and raising his eyes. Tears had condensed into ice marks under his eyes, and his eyes were fixed on Master Tianfang.
The more you look at it, the louder you chew it, the louder you chew it, the harder you look at it.
"Lao Liu, stand up!"
The second old monster clenched his fist and smashed it on the ground.
There was originally snow everywhere on this peak. An average person standing here would be able to sink up to their knees. If they bent down and punched hard, it would easily reach up to their shoulders.
The second old monster's punch only made a punch mark two to three inches deep. Surprisingly, there was a force that no one could match, and it suddenly spread among the loose snow layers.
There are countless strange rocks on the peak, ranging from small ones half as tall as a man to as big as chariots and horses. They are all rooted deep under the snow and ice and connected to the earth and rocks on the top of the mountain. Even the smaller ones are actually deeply rooted. Without the strength of tens of thousands of kilograms, there is no way to shake it even a little bit.
But after the second old monster punched him, more than a dozen ancient rocks of various sizes fell from the snow and bounced into the air, about a foot above the ground.
The sixth old monster's body bounced several feet high with a whoosh.
The third old monster had a strange voice, he laughed, and he grabbed it out of thin air with one hand. An invisible force, across a long distance, covered with wind and snow, grabbed the sixth old monster, and shouted: "Sixth old monster, Have you ever seen a crying god? It’s so embarrassing!”
"People look down on us, and you look down on yourself? Just go and break his boast, and let's work together to beat him to tears."
The fourth old monster opened his front, exposing his chest to the wind, and said with a smile: "I heard that the Wuwei Divine Sword in Laojun Mountain turns Qi into ink, and the five-color seal is colorful, which can be used for painting. Let him respectfully give it to us when the time comes. Wouldn’t it be beautiful to draw a picture and record what happened today?”
The fifth old weirdo said sadly: "When you draw this little Taoist priest, you must draw a red nose, a face full of pockmarks, and two missing front teeth. The six old gods want to drink wine and raise their glasses to invite the moon. Wind and snow, sleeping on a white deer!"
The sixth old monster's body hung in the air and shouted: "That's good, then I'll be the first to go?"
Several other people looked at each other and said in unison: "Go!!!"
The third old monster swung his right hand hard, like a meteor thrown from the air, and smashed the sixth old monster's body towards Zhenren Tianfang.
The sixth old monster went in a hurry, and when he was about to hit Master Tianfang, his posture suddenly changed, gliding upwards, the sword finger of his right hand raised high, and his figure kept spinning.
Hundreds of strands of cold air among the surrounding strange rocks and snow were attracted by his skill and flew up from different positions in all directions, converging towards his figure, forming the shape of an ever-rising vortex.
The center of the cold air vortex is the increasingly shining point at the tip of the sword's finger.
In the vast white sky and earth, there seemed to be an ice-blue star, dazzling and eye-catching, rising slowly.
Then, he suddenly fell.
The punch that the second old monster threw before, although it was made out of anger, actually only used 30% of the strength. It was the first move of a master to say hello and test.
Now the sixth old monster is using his full strength in this move.
"The sky ends, the sword falls from the ice sky!!!"
The fireworks around Master Tianfang have withered away. He looks up at the sword, his arms spread out, and his two broad sleeves hanging down like two big flags.
His Taoist robe is made of snow-white soft material and is embroidered with many golden patterns. His is a gorgeous golden-white cloak. Only around his waist is a purple ribbon with a flawless purple ruby inlaid in the middle. A white jade pendant hangs from the left side, and a cyan Tai Chi jade pendant hangs from the right side.
This is the royal robe that represents the identity of Laojun Mountain’s headmaster. It can be said to symbolize Laojun Mountain’s century-old honor.
But compared with the ice-blue sword energy starlight, these precious clothes, which represent the royal craftsmen's utmost efforts, appear ten times weaker, a hundred times more illusory, and far from being able to match the purity and magnificence of that sword light.
It is hard to imagine that the sword was in the hands of an unkempt old man in linen robes, and it is also hard to imagine how shocking and beautiful the scene after the sword fell would be.
This sword stabbed Tianfang Zhenren's forehead.
Ding--
The light at the tip of the sword finger bloomed instantly, making the sky and earth a dazzling ice blue. It seemed that everyone around them lost the ability to distinguish other colors for a short time. All they could see in their eyes was ice blue. Colorful world.
Master Tianfang has walked forward nearly ten feet since he stepped onto the cliff at the top of the mountain.
At this time, with one strike of the sword, the entire area from behind Tianfang's back to the edge of the cliff sank deeply.
There was a rumbling sound, and all the snow on the surface was pressed so tightly that it looked like white jade.
In the center of this area, a second compression depression occurred, and a long groove with a width of three feet appeared between this "jade texture".
Then, in the middle of the long ditch, there was a thin ditch with a width of one foot.
In the middle of the fine ditch, there is another three-inch wide sword mark extending to the edge of the cliff.
Finally, there is a dark crack in the middle of the sword mark.
Such a scene was only caused by a few remaining energy of Bingtian's Falling Sword, and most of the energy was fully used on Tianfang Zhenren's body, impacting from his forehead to the whole body, trying to destroy this seven-foot-tall body. warm bodies.
The sixth old weirdo was in mid-air, maintaining the posture of pointing his sword down, but there was already a look of disbelief in his eyes, which brought him extreme surprise.
The other five old monsters were also in a stalemate at this point, with varying degrees of expression changes on their faces.
Master Tianfang was really helpless. He did not dodge or release his strength, and he withstood such a move.
This Taoist still has a straight nose and indifferent eyes. He seems to be a god of ice and snow who does not care about life or death. Because he does not generate his own life, he lives forever and is not damaged.
He took a step forward.
The sixth old monster felt that every part of his body, limbs and bones, inside and out, seemed to be hit by a majestic feedback force.
Every part instantly moved backward and upward by the same distance, so the whole person maintained its original posture and shot out diagonally.
The fourth and fifth old monsters jumped up at the same time and caught the sixth old monster.
As soon as their two palms touched the body of the sixth old monster, they were sure that the force that caused the sixth old monster to rush back at this moment was entirely the reaction caused by his own move, without any mixing of other people's skills.
This seems to mean that Master Tianfang did not use methods such as borrowing force to fight, because in that case, his own true energy would be mixed in.
If the cliff is too high and the waves cannot hit it, it will naturally collapse and retreat.
But how is this possible? To achieve this level, how much higher must the internal strength foundation be than the sixth boss?
The six old monsters of Secret Demon Cliff are over five hundred years old in total. When they became famous in the world, Master Tianfang was not born yet.
It's just that these six people became famous early and retired early.
When they were in their forties, they came together to live in seclusion in the snowy mountains of Tianshan. They planted flowers in the snow and brewed wine in the ice. They dug countless snow caves and ice caves from the middle of the mountain to the top of the mountain, creating a lonely and cold place. paradise in.
In the early years when the Glacier Sect was still there, these six old monsters were quiet and restless. They would occasionally go to the Glacier Sect to play tricks on the disciples, and they also had several fights with Old Man Glacier.
Later, the Glacier Old Man passed away, and the Glacier Sect dispersed. In this area of the Tianshan Snow Ridge, there were almost no martial arts practitioners worthy of being included in their Six Dharma Eyes. The Six Elders really lived a life without fighting against the world.
Even if I regularly go to the town at the foot of the mountain to buy some things, there is nothing that requires martial arts.
But after decades of living such a peaceful life, their skills not only did not deteriorate with the aging of their bodies, but became even more beautiful and harmonious. The natural wind, snow and severe cold climate that persisted for many years were their best The opponent is also their best friend.
It can be said that when they are in this paradise of ice and snow, each of the six of them can compete with the average grandmaster.
Such a force, even if it only has six people, is definitely proud of itself.
If any younger generation can win the favor of the six of them and become a successor, then when this successor walks around the world in the future, under his seemingly lonely appearance, he can actually carry out a wave of influence among the countries outside the Great Wall and the sects of the Tang Dynasty. The backstage, which no one dares to underestimate, may also become a legend.
However, today these six people who are enough to create legends have encountered people and things that are more mysterious and mysterious than them.
"I told you, you can do whatever you want, there's no harm in doing it together."
Master Tianfang reminded him, his arms dropped slightly, his palms upward, his fingers naturally bent, and he continued to move forward.
"Five-color seal!"
The third old monster suddenly said, "Every magic weapon has a unique magical power. The Wuwei Divine Sword turns Qi into ink, which is known all over the world. What is the magical power of the five-color seal, but only few people know it. Maybe it is this shocking thing. Endurance."
Several old monsters nearby were surprised. When they heard this, they suddenly felt agreement.
You must know that when they had a gambling fight before, although Tianfang Zhenren defeated the fourth son through sound transmission and Boiling Stream defeated the boss, his performance was only slightly better than his opponent.
Especially when boiling that section of the stream, the boss was practicing ice-cold Qi, which temporarily removed the ice-cold properties and used pure internal energy for heating. Naturally, it was not as good as the opponent's flaming palm skills.
"So he seems to be arrogant and ignorant, but he is actually using his own strengths to compete with us. If we try it and retreat out of shame, we have fallen into his trap... a good plan!"
When the third old monster said this, he had been observing Master Tianfang carefully, and could not see that his expression had changed at all. On the contrary, he was already several feet closer to Yun Jianshi.
So as soon as the third old monster finished speaking, he suddenly jumped in front of Master Tianfang, pointed like a sword, and stabbed Master Tianfang in the right eye.
I still don’t believe it. No matter how wonderful the magical power of the five-color seal is, can the eyes become strong enough to withstand a blow from the master’s power?
This finger was as fast as a star arrow, and the strength of the fingertip penetrated the air, but it broke through the air silently. When it was three inches in front of Master Tianfang's eyes, a snowflake that had no time to avoid immediately collapsed under the finger.
But after the snowflakes shattered, the attack from the third old monster suddenly slowed down.
"How can it be--!!"
The third old monster worked hard, and the brilliance of his skill visible to the naked eye flowed towards the sword finger, moving forward bit by bit.
Master Tianfang's eyes seemed to be averted, both eyes were fixed on the sword finger, and his steps kept moving.
The third old monster trembled all over, and his feet slid backwards on the snow.
He was frightened and angry, and screamed loudly. He exerted force on his fingers again, and moved his whole body, creating a circle of snow waves under his feet, but it was of no use.
Tianfang Zhenren took one step and he slipped back one step.
The other old monsters were shocked when they saw it, and they almost suspected that they were in a dream, especially the fourth and fifth old monsters, who were aroused and wanted to see if the third old monster could poke each other's eyes.
"Tianfang, be careful!!"
After all, the two of them were upright. Even in the current situation, they did not forget to remind him first, and then they jumped up behind Lao San, each took out a palm, and poured in their skills.
The third child's whole body shone brightly, and when the ice-blue light gathered toward the tips of his fingers, it was so intense that his two fingers that were brought together seemed to be completely composed of dense light.
I don't know if it was an illusion under the rich light, but Lao San seemed to see the Taoist priest with no waves in the ancient well, and the corner of his mouth curled up.
Take a more determined step.
The distance between the eyeballs and the sword finger shortened. The closer they got, the more the ice-blue light reflected in their eyes, which seemed to produce a smile of anticipation.
The third child felt inexplicably panicked. His two fingers could no longer withstand such intense power. He was in severe pain and had no time to think about it. He immediately turned his fingers into palms and struck Master Tianfang's chest with a palm.
boom! ! !
The three old monsters combined their skills to attack, finally causing his body to sway slightly.
The surrounding snow and ice exploded into air pillars, and the jagged and strange rocks that were closer were shattered and ejected.
At the center of the peak, there was a boulder as big as a house. The snow on the surface was blown away by the air waves, revealing the texture of black jade underneath.
The boulder was covered with ravines created by years and miraculous craftsmanship. A slight cold air flowed through them, dripping into the pit on one side.
That is the Yunjian Stone, and the pit is where Yunxu Hanpo is.
Master Tianfang raised his head and looked at the boulder. There was an obvious sound of breathing between his mouth and nose. His shoulders were slightly raised and he moved forward with all his might. This step was larger and more violent than before.
The ice ground cracked under the feet of the three old monsters, but they still couldn't stop their retreat.
The second child shouted loudly, passed over the three of them, and punched Master Tianfang on the head in the air, breaking his hair crown.
With the combined efforts of the four of them, they vaguely felt that they had reached the upper limit of Tianfang Zhenren's foundation.
The third child in front of him saw the subtle smile that seemed like an illusion just now.
Master Tianfang's temples danced excitedly, his feet sank, his left foot shook, and he pulled out of the ground, still moving forward.
The second old monster put his feet on the shoulders of the third old monster, his back bent like a bow, his left hand pressed on his right forearm, and he continued to send out his punches.
The first boss originally didn't want to attack in a group, but seeing such a scene, an idea came to his mind uncontrollably.
"What is the extent of this person's skill?"
He only had this thought in his mind. Before he could have any other thoughts, when he came back to his senses, he found that he had already waved the palm behind Master Tianfang.
Heaven is flowing, Heaven governs all energy!
The skills of everyone who took action were all controlled by this palm, and the icy blue light came out of the body, like a dozen ice phoenixes flying away, absorbing the cold air on the snowy peaks of the Tianshan Mountains, and returned to inside their bodies.
With everyone working together, even a large five-toothed ship traveling across the river, sandwiched between them at this moment, would be crushed, crushed, and its debris would be mixed together, leaving it intact.
But at this moment, the upper limit of what they originally felt was like melting snow, removing its disguise and revealing its true appearance.
The first old monster watched the man's face turn towards him.
The five colors of brilliance, black, white, red, green and yellow, flowed in the eyes of Master Tianfang, forming colors that were difficult to distinguish, but did not make people feel messy and dazzling.
I just feel deep and far away, vast and intense.
I don't know why, but the old monsters who were watching Master Tianfang at this moment all felt an unstoppable flying spirit that was about to fly out of their bodies.
"Good palm power!!"
As this sound of appreciation fell, the five old monsters felt deeply powerless in shock.
Suddenly, the sixth old monster over there let out a loud cry.
"It's so embarrassing, so embarrassing!!"
He tore his hair, smashed a boulder next to him, and ran away.
Master Tianfang turned around and used his chest to push away the obstacles in front of him, walked step by step to the Yunjian Stone, and took away the Yunxu Hanso.
"Everyone, see you later."
He carried the cold soul of the clouds, and in an instant, he had disappeared into the wind and snow, and descended the mountain peak.
"The gambling game is very interesting. I will come back and finish the next two games with you."
Only a few old men wearing sackcloth were left, looking at each other in the snow for a long time without saying a word.
The third child asked: "Brother, what are you looking at?"
Everyone followed the first old monster's gaze and looked up.
The snow stopped a little, and the sky turned blue, with floating white clouds and nothing.
"I……"
The air is made of bronze, like the hollow of a wheel, with gods and beasts engraved on it, varying in size and shape, floating in the sky, entering and leaving the clouds - so it is said by old legends that it is a portal that shatters the void.
The first old monster took a deep breath of cold air, and what he exhaled was already hot white mist. "When he took our blow, I saw the Tianmen."
………………
Before the sun reached noon, the Taoist man in gold and white robes stepped across the river and walked outside Xiushuo City.
His figure that flashed forward suddenly solidified and paused, turning his head to look at the city with some doubts.
"Master?"
