Seemingly an understatement, the purple-clothed woman was forced into the canyon wall with a punch. Wang Xianzhi just glanced at it, and didn't chase after it. Instead, she jumped back to the ferry. There were still water stains on the deck, so the old fairy didn't need to speak. , the ferry continued on its way. No one on the boat dared to approach, whispering, now purple clothes are popular all over the country, some pretty young women in the rivers and lakes like to wear purple dresses and purple skirts, and those who have been in the rivers and lakes on the boat can't be sure for a while that the purple clothes that block the river are the current ones. If the woman is Xuanyuan Qingfeng, the landlord of Daxueping, then who else is this old guy standing at the bow who can beat her into a drowning dog? The ferry boat under Wang Xianzhi's feet moved forward slowly. Before crossing the gorge, it was getting closer and closer to the brand-new tomb.
Wang Xianzhi never looked sideways, and there was a slight sound of gravel falling into the river from the cliffs of the mountain gorge. The loose purple clothes were like vines and grasses after winter, reborn in the spring breeze, and like water overflowing, "seeping" out of the stone pit , wisps of purple clinging to the stone wall, everyone on the ferry was heartbroken. Isn't that woman really the incarnation of the unkillable evil dragon in the Guangling River? The woman wrapped in a cloud of purple slowly floated out of the grave, stretched out a palm, and pressed it to her mouth, but scarlet blood still oozes from between her fingers. Entering the celestial realm named by Gao Shulu four hundred years ago, the flow of air, the birth and death of weather, are all extremely fast. If you say that Zhixuan can only "see" the "rules" of the movement of everything in the world, and then wait for the opportunity to tap your finger Ask, or cut off or encourage, then the celestial phenomenon can grasp the whole context, so as to follow the trend, and use it to borrow the law of the world, but Gao Shulu once said that the celestial phenomenon is the gatekeeper of this courtyard in the world, and he knows how to beat a dog. Master's reasoning, ordinary astronomical realm masters, killing and saving people will inevitably be infused with luck. Han Shengxuan deliberately stagnated in Zhixuan all his life, even if a human cat kills a first-rank master in the world, he can be even more unscrupulous. Xuanyuan Qingfeng used the original technique created by the ancestor Xuanyuan Dapan of the Gun Niu Jiang to frantically absorb the cultivation base and energy of others to fill his own strength. Almost all the first batch of veteran masters in Huishan died violently for no reason. She would go down the mountain secretly every month , looking for fresh food, this is no longer a rabbit not eating grass by the side of the nest, but a helpless act of having no grass to eat by the side of the nest, Xuanyuan Qingfeng is like a female Pixiu, walking further and further on this heresy road .
Her graceful and graceful figure emerged from the dilapidated mountain wall, and the wanton fluttering of the long-sleeved purple dress not only did not diminish her demeanor, but added to the mystery of her, the leader of the martial arts. Wang Xianzhi's punch smashed her "first breath", and during the time the ferry was moving forward, it gave her a chance to "take another breath". In a fit of anger, she had two paths to go at that time. After breaking away from that sleeve of qi, she avoided its sharp edge and honestly hid at the bottom of the river, but she still let her qi pull the iron chain out of the river, almost resisting Wang Xianzhi. Fist, look at her swaying posture at this time, is she going to fight again? Sure enough, before the ferry entered the gorge, Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked sideways at Wang Xianzhi and stretched out a hand.
The figure of Wang Xianzhi standing proudly on the bow of the boat disappeared in a flash, and the ferry under his feet was like an arrow that left the string, split the river suddenly, and crashed into the mountain gorge at high speed. Obviously, the bewildered ferryman had no chance to see him The battle at the pinnacle of the Liyang martial arts. Xuanyuan Qingfeng pressed down with both hands, and his figure floated up tens of feet against the cliff. Wang Xianzhi followed him like a shadow, first stepped on the outer edge of the hole with his toes, and then "walked" up the mountain wall chasing the purple color like walking on flat ground. With a pull of Xuanyuan Qingfeng's hands, the countless dark iron cables hidden at the foot of the cliff scrambled and clung to the rocks, rose up in clusters, twisted together, and frantically chased the back of the burly old man. Wang Xianzhi, who was gliding on the mountain wall with both feet, turned a blind eye to the large black iron snake behind him. Xuanyuan Qingfeng knocked back with both arms, and his five fingers penetrated into the stone wall, like a purple gecko nailed to the wall, and the purple clothes hit the mountain On it, spread it out suddenly, and then cover the owner's body for a moment, wrap it into a huge and airtight cocoon, spin thousands of silks, use iron ropes to force Wang Xianzhi's aura to come out one after another, and then use the silk to trace the unique trajectory of Wang Xianzhi's aura circulation, The bright red silk and the pitch-black iron chain crossed swiftly and violently, trying to crush Wang Xianzhi who was trapped in it.
This is a trap that blocks the sky and sun, Wang Xianzhi strolls in it, as he moves forward, the silk chain moves along, and rocks burst and roll into the river continuously, causing layers of waves. Wang Xianzhi didn't show any signs of swollen aura, but the countless entangled silk and iron cables couldn't get close to him. The old man went the opposite way, restrained most of his aura, and let the spider web hold tightly to his so-called juicy body. The invincible body of Shengfomen Great Vajra only reveals a head. Wang Xianzhi is not the fastest to cross the four realms of the first rank. Today, even if he, the city lord of Emperor Wudi, is number one in the world, he has not won the championship in the first three realms. Refers to Deng Tai'a, even if there is no Peach Blossom Sword God, there is still Han Shengxuan, Tianxiang has Cao Changqing, but in the rivers and lakes where the four great masters lived, Li Chungang almost won three yuan, except for the diamond realm, which lost to the monk Nagarjuna, referring to Xuantianxiang All are contemporary leaders. But this does not prevent Wang Xianzhi from having the last laugh, becoming the only one at the top of martial arts in the past five hundred years. So when Wang Xianzhi restrained his aura deliberately and let Xuanyuan Qingfeng succeed, the Ziyi Mountain Lord immediately gave up the idea of strangling the old monster, broke out of the cocoon decisively, and continued to levitate upwards. At the same time, the silk and iron cables exploded, The purple and black two-color powder scattered around, and the entire cliff began to shake violently under the huge impact of the fog.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's purple clothes are no longer so rich in purple, and the color of that robe, which is more "seamless" than the best weavers in the Royal Weaving Bureau, has faded by four or five points.
I saw that Wang Xianzhi was still walking up the mountain wall, neither fast nor slow, which happened to be a little faster than Xuanyuan Qingfeng's ascent speed. Wang Xianzhi still had the leisure and elegance to chat, and his tone was flat, "The world's martial arts sub-skills Dao, Lu Zu carries the way of heaven on his shoulders, I admire from the bottom of my heart, after Li Chungang's swordsmanship, talents withered, and Deng Tai'a's words can also enter the eyes of the old man, a burden of Dao, fell on Cao Changqing's shoulders before, These years have not been able to break away from the old stereotypes."
"Xuanyuan Qingfeng, your incompetent and incompetent cultivation is just a mirage. You don't need huge waves. Just a strong wind blows and it disappears. When you meet ordinary people who are not martial arts judges, you can scare them a few times. The old man originally thought that you were a woman, and it is not easy to practice martial arts..."
Zi Yi suddenly stopped and retreated, and said sharply: "Women? What about women?!"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng also stepped on the cliff with both feet, she and Wang Xianzhi bumped into each other head-on as if they were standing on the same side of a mirror.
She slammed down both fists, and Wang Xianzhi, who was behind her back with one hand, let it hit on the shoulder, and lightly "pointed" the woman's forehead with a fist. The biggest movement was the mountain wall under the two of them, tearing out an increasingly obvious crack. With Xuanyuan Qingfeng's head shaking, her sleeves were also twisted, revealing two pink tender lotus root-like wrists , but this kind of rosy white is not the allure of a woman's natural beauty, but a morbid state. The blood under the white skin is flowing and surging in a form visible to the naked eye, a boneless person! If there is something to gain, there must be something to give up. The "green front" of Huishan Mountain Master is too slanted. In order to absorb those external cultivation and internal strength, and withstand the counterattack of those masters who died in her hands, she He does not hesitate to smelt his body into a living melting pool, melting others and melting himself.
Naturally, Wang Xianzhi had recognized the origins of this crazy woman long ago, and he had no sympathy for her. Seeing that she didn't know how to live or die, she punched her forehead with force, and knocked back the ridiculous and generous martial arts leader by more than ten feet, and he swept to Xuanyuan in one step. On the opposite side of Qingfeng, Wang Xianzhi twisted her neck which was slender compared to a man's. Wang Xianzhi, who was always behind her with one hand, grabbed the body, spun her body, gained momentum slightly, let go of her five fingers, and threw the purple-clothed woman more than a dozen times beyond the top of the canyon wall. At a height of ten feet, Wang Xianzhi continued to stride upwards, fisted with the hands behind his back, and a jet of water abruptly drew water from the river and shot into the sky. If later generations mentioned it, it would probably be called a Guangling sword The sheath is Guangling River, and the sword body is that river water. There is no definite number of Wang Xianzhi's one-sleeved green dragon. At this time, the old man will use this water sword that jumps over his head to penetrate the stubborn woman's body and nail her to death in the air. The way of death is also worthy of her current status and her courage to block the river to the death.
The water sword had an astonishing momentum, rushing upwards along the cliff, and indeed hit the purple-clothed woman whose body energy was broken, but this water sword, which was as thick as the mouth of a well, did not pierce Xuanyuan Qingfeng's body, but was pierced by it. A mass of ivory jade-white fuzzy mist covered it, and the mist diffused into a fan shape. The water sword pierced the copper mirror like a sharp needle, and the mist gradually disappeared. Wang Xianzhi, who could walk upwards, did not have the patience. The size is expanded to the size of the courtyard at the gate of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River. This is not an acupuncture mirror, but a vulgar scene of a sledgehammer smashing the mirror. This is more than that, several water jets of the same size are pulled by Wang Xianzhi's easy-to-handle Qi, spurting out of the water, and rushing towards the sky. Every flood dragon that emerges contains Wang Xianzhi's abundant Qi. After making a half arc, it happened to hit the cloud of mist.
Wang Xianzhi walked to the top of the cliff, raised her head and sneered silently, no wonder this woman can be so rebellious, someone gave or lent her a piece of national luck.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's life was hanging by a thread, but he didn't wait to die. He stood up on the mirror with difficulty, holding a sword with both hands, with the tip of the sword pointing down, pointing directly at Wang Xianzhi's neck and head!
The luck of Yuxi passed on to her began to spin, pulled away from the mirror, and condensed on her "hands" and "on the sword".
Xuanyuan Qingfeng shouted angrily.
Press down with both hands.
The first Flood Dragon Water Sword was instantly shattered, those water jets that hit the mirror surface were also pulled by this sword energy, they turned their backs, followed the invisible sword energy and smashed towards the top of Wang Xianzhi's head.
Wang Xianzhi sneered lightly, how could the light of rice grains with a little luck compete with the sun and the moon!
The martial artist no longer had his hands behind his back, his fingers were hooked into hooks, his foot slid a few inches on the ground on the top of the cliff, his knees were slightly bent.
This is probably the first real move by the city lord of Emperor Wudi City.
After Xuanyuan Qingfeng struck a sword, his family and property were ruined, and he could only wait for death by maintaining that strange posture of holding the sword.
Wang Xianzhi jumped up in an instant, and the entire top of the cliff was pushed down several feet high. Before there was any sound or movement from the bottom of the cliff, the majestic aura pouring from top to bottom had already taken the lead in hitting the Guangling waves hitting the mountain wall. retreat.
Be it the sword energy or the water jet, they were neither blocked nor smashed to pieces, and even seemed to have lost their target, smashing at random on the precarious cliff top.
However, Wang Xianzhi had already reached the top of the purple-clothed woman, and with one punch, she knocked the desperate woman off the top of the mountain, and fell far away to the distant river.
It looked like a punch, but before Xuanyuan Qingfeng's body fell into the Guangling River, that touch of purple stagnated several times in the air, followed by a loud bang of thunder, the purple energy scattered and then scattered, and the purple faded again and again. light.
It seems that Wang Xianzhi is still not satisfied with the dying struggle that her astronomical realm should have.
Holding up his left palm, the old man suspended the purple clothes that were about to jump into the river out of thin air, and punched the nail-sized figure in the distance with his right hand again.
The majestic fist resembled a white rainbow, tearing apart the sky, and directly hit the dying Zi Yi who had hovered still.