Come to the mirror, the five palms are connected, and the end is wonderful. Each palm is making up and correcting some gaps in the previous palm. What is rare is that when Jingjing Zhen sends a palm, there is no hurt, and the force is natural, and the palm is even more difficult to stop. Ah Ji took them one by one, but she already knew that it was difficult to stop the sixth palm. Sure enough, the sixth palm ring turned back, like the division of yin and yang, and a palm printed on Ah Ji's chest, hitting him with blood and flying back. At the same time, with a wonderful hand, Diyuan Longtu fell into the hands of Lai Jingzhen.
After Ah Ji flew to the ground, before she got up, she had already laughed.
"Hahahahaha... Wudang has been passed down to this day, and it is really fortunate to be the leader of Dao Liu. Your Excellency is the world's Dao Master, and martial arts really have unpredictable opportunities."
"This sword is related to the fate of the world, and the old way is bound to win. Donor, you... Who are you from?"
Lai Jing was really scratching his head, as if he had forgotten the previous reason, confused as to why he did it, and remembered something for a moment, and clapped his palm.
"Ah, the first time we met, Lao Dao hasn't been able to introduce himself. I called Jingzhen, a Taoist priest."
Ah Ji smiled bitterly: "...I don't think it's a secret anymore."
Lai Jingzhen looked at his palm, stunned for a while, and suddenly said.
"Donor, your martial arts are very good. Lao Dao has fought countless times in his life, and this is the first time I have seen such good martial arts."
Being praised like this, the young man who was lying on the ground smiled quietly.
"The national teacher is so good at bullying people, is it still cheaper to beat people like this?"
Lai Jing really pondered, as if he wanted to find something in the hands of his talents. After a moment, he shook his head again.
"That's all. How can people have such power?"
Looking at the great sword in his hand, he felt that the sword was full of sternness and monarchy, and it really deserved to be the sword of the emperor. Dedicated to the emperor.
Just as he was about to step out the door, he suddenly felt ominous and made quick calculations.
"Huh? No, there is a very bad omen coming. Where is it, it's getting closer, it's... "
Tang Ye had just regained some mobility and shouted, "Be careful behind you!!"
The voice of the young man, through the words of the two, was so clear that it seemed as if he was the only one speaking.
"Really, trouble."
All of a sudden, a bloody mist came out of Lai Jingzhen's chest, and a dark beam of light that was obviously not of natural material penetrated his chest. He couldn't even react to the fact that it was 'Candle Shining You Ying', Lai Jing really slowly collapsed to the ground, the blood was rapidly draining unstoppable, and the place where it was was turned into a pool of blood.
"It would take me a lot of effort to knock down one of the ten most sacred places. Why did you find it at this time?"
Behind him, a handsome young man stood on the ground, as if the fall of Shicai was purely acting.
The young man spread his arms artificially, as if making the opening remarks of a grand drama.
"Ah, that's really rude. First meeting. I didn't have time to introduce myself."
Lai Jing was really penetrated by the black light, not only was it difficult to move, but even felt that thousands of acupuncture points in the whole body were pierced with steel needles everywhere. With his superb cultivation, even if the acupuncture points of his whole body are really covered with steel needles, he can still be forced out in one fell swoop. What was this young man doing just now? He didn't understand at all, he could only let the blood flow out, quietly waiting for death to come.
The young man - no, maybe it can't be said that way - 'A Ji''s hand rubbed his face, and the young and handsome face seemed to be a mask. What emerged from under the mask was a mask, a pitch-black mask.
The mask seemed to absorb all the light, and even the figure fell into the darkness that could not be stared at, as if the ominous darkness would spread.
'A Ji', wearing a dark mask, stared at the national teacher who fell to the ground and gradually lost his vital signs.
"I don't have a name."
In the voice, there is a strong ominousness, and there is a warm smile.
Extraordinarily confusing.
"But maybe you can call me—Mr. Dark."
Chapter 144
"... Mr. Dark?"
Tang Ye slowly stood up, the bone-scraping cold that seemed to strip the muscles of his body did not disappear. Su Xiao couldn't even bear it, and fainted.
Tang Ye's ability to move at this time not only relies on the interaction of the two great Yang Realms, but also his years of experience in resisting cold air, which can prevent the strange cold air from condensing the meridians into ice lines.
"You're not the blacksmith of the Luo family... or Luo Ming's subordinate, right? Who are you?"
"Ahahahahahaha, it's really annoying, Aye. Didn't I say that before? I..." Mr. An danced to Tangye's side and lowered his head suddenly, their faces were so close that he could almost feel them That wicked breath. But Tang Ye seemed to have lost control of his five senses, and all he saw and felt at that moment was a dazed darkness.
"...It's Mr. An." Only these words remained clearly in his ears.
"Hahahahaha." Mr. An's laughter was exactly the same as that of the young man with a bright smile. For some reason, Tangye hoped that it was different. As if... the overlapping of the two figures makes people feel that there is still light before the shadow.
"Don't worry, Aye. I won't kill you. You are not important enough to threaten me." Although vague, his tone conveyed the fact that 'you are far from qualified' in a mocking way. is clear. "But this guy is different."
Mr. An walked before Lai Jingzhen's 'corpse', and suddenly pressed his palm again. The 'corpse' was struck by lightning, and the blood hole in the chest was cut open again, and the ground was covered with blood.
Facing Tang Ye's strange gaze, Mr. An smiled.
"Do you think I'm killing corpses? Although it's a good sport, but I don't have the time to do it now. This person is still alive... and there is still a very long distance from death."
There was even a hint of admiration in Mr. An's tone.
Practitioners of "Two Contradictions and Insufficient Gong" have never heard of a dead person. This practice is different from any other martial arts in the world, and the conditions for practicing it are extremely challenging. The qualifications that are not one in ten thousand, not even the qualifications of Yu Wen.
It is said that this martial art once fell into one of the four sects of Taoism - Guan Burning Mountain and Qinglian Temple for decades. At that time, the master of Qinglian Temple was famous for his martial arts skills, and it was regarded as the top ten holy places in the past. It is admired by people in Taoism, and it is almost similar to today's Lai Jingzhen. This person is pure and self-righteous, not greedy for power, but only obsessed with martial arts. After obtaining this skill, he hid in the back mountain to study bitter ginseng. Retreat for three months, nowhere to go. When they exited the customs again, they were shocked to realize that Guan Fenshan had come to a great enemy, and the disciples in Guanzhong had corpses all over the place. And the corpse is only a disciple of the sect, but not a single enemy is missing. Known to be a strong enemy. He rushed down the mountain in anger, even more astonished. Everywhere in the mountains there are people fighting and letting go, but there is not a single outsider. Those murderers with red eyes, cut down one and then searched for the next, like mad beasts, all of them were disciples of Qinglian Temple.
It turned out that Qinglian Guanzhu retreated in the back mountain, and devoted himself to reciting the secret book, but the more he read, the more immersed he became. The inner strength of the whole body is not even aware of it. How strong is his inner strength, even if there is a mountain wall blocking, the content of the heart formula is still transmitted to the bottom of the mountain one after another, so that all the disciples of Qinglian Temple can listen to it. This martial art is extremely provocative, and if one is not careful, it will lead to madness. It was masters like Qinglian Guanzhu, who read so loudly that they crossed the mountain wall, but they turned a deaf ear and didn't realize it for three months. He was also influenced by this martial art.
Qinglian Temple suffered this catastrophe, and since then, it has almost been removed from the rivers and lakes, and has still not recovered its vitality. I have only heard that cultivating magic arts confuses the mind and harms oneself. But I didn't hear that there are such martial arts that just enter the ear and make people crazy. For a while, the horror of "Two Contradictions and Insufficient Gong" was so loud that it was almost even more terrifying than the "Spring Breeze and Night Rain Map" of the magic sect.
"Of course I won't kill him either. First, it won't kill him. At this time, his body is full of real energy. If he stimulates him, I'm afraid it will wake him up. Second, as a qualified and excellent villain, I will not be charged with killing the national teacher at this time."
Luo Ming has been defeated, and Mr. An has no illusions that he will keep secrets. Sooner or later his existence will be known. It's just that if there is a charge of 'killing the lord of Dao Liu, serving as a national teacher' on the outer skin of this 'ulterior motive', the situation will be very different.
Mr. An brought the big sword in Jingzhen's hand, facing the golden glow, and couldn't help laughing.
"It took me ten years, and I finally got you. If you don't have a dagger in the country, how can you be the sword of the emperor... Is Emperor Yuan Longtu? You have such power before you start, it seems that you can expect a lot from you. Powerful."
Tang Ye was still struggling to resist the cold with his inner strength, and when he saw him stroking Diyuan Longtu, his heart suddenly moved.
"...Where have I encountered your icy inner strength."
Mr. An's movements stopped abruptly and looked at him slowly. Even the eyes were not exposed on the dark mask, but inexplicably felt that the eyes behind the mask were full of sinister.
"Oh? Where would that be?"
"It's in the imperial palace, that place... it's called the Star Picking Tower." After Tang Ye finished speaking, Mr. An was still standing still, as if he were still.
Tangye continued: "My eldest brother and I went there once and were trapped by the invisible sword intent. At that time, I felt a kind of... bone-chilling energy. Just like what you sent out... exactly the same."
"Ah." Mr. An took a step by step and slowly walked towards Tangye: "Is it possible, it's just an approximation?"