Chapter 315 Dao Ming

If he knew he was facing Xiang Minghao, An Zang would never use such a sword.

Desolate and sad, this mood is exactly the emotion that this [poor scholar] has been immersed in for many years. The cold and snowy weather and the weeping of the people are also the source of their ambitions!

He almost built a bridge connecting him to the autumn air with his own hands.

But the more thorough "wrongness" is that they should not face this person at all!

This almost ridiculous scene should only appear in third-rate stories-bandits and killers attack a scholar at night at the same time, and then the scholar suddenly turns around and slashes the other with two knives.

This scene can definitely make the audience laugh, but when it happens to these three masters, it only shows some weird coldness.

Futai Hejian, Tianshan Sifeng, and Tunrihui Shou.

Each identity is enough to make people tremble, but now it is like a puppet being watched from the sky and pulled by invisible puppet strings.

There are many conditions required to complete such a scene, but there is no doubt that in these days, in places they can see or cannot see, the play owner has gathered them one by one.

Wudong has no time to sort out these conditions in detail now. He has another layer of emotion in "How is it possible" - even if it is colliding with the Sun Tun Society, how could it be Xiang Minghao? !

Xianrentai and Tianshan did have the least information from the beginning, but it does not mean that they did not evaluate this incident.

—— Tianshan started from the Hushan Jianmen incident, and Xianrentai started from the Bowang Soul Pearl incident.

The master of Hushan Jianmen is just an old Basheng. After more than 20 years of wasting time, his qualifications are not enough to enter the Xuanmen. Even if the old and remote sects are targeted by Huansi Tower, Tianshan's upper limit for it is only in the "Black Clothes" realm.

Later, the matter of the Soul Pearl was found out, and the play ghosts who did this in Huansi Tower were all in the Pulse Tree realm. It was not until the encounter with the Sun Swallowing Meeting, when both sides were killed, that Tianshan thought that he had encountered an Eighth Life or Xuanmen Grandmaster who was ranked in the top 500 of the Duck List, and raised this matter above the Grandmaster.

The situation on the Shaolong Immortal Platform was even simpler. The Soul-stealing Old Man was a real Seventh Life. Although it involved a rare item like Heart Amber, it was only a few pounds after all. It was a secret and dangerous thing, but not a high-level thing.

So both sides unanimously drew a sufficiently safe line for this matter - Si Feng Anzang and He Jian Wudong were both outstanding in the Tuan Shen realm.

In other words, Wudong had already thought of the possibility that a third-level Xuanmen person would appear in the Huansi Tower, because "sufficiently safe" could appear on either side. Maybe this matter could not reach a sufficient level, but since the Huansi Tower was frustrated, they had no way to guarantee that the drama master would not take action.

Moreover, such a formation spanning Shaolong and Xilong was indeed strangely large.

But they never expected that the Sun Swallowing Society, which also encountered this incident suddenly, would actually send this generation of [Hanshi] to this matter!

This means that they have made an absolute misjudgment - in the eyes of the Sun Swallowing Society and the Huansi Tower, this is not a small fight in the Pulse Tree Realm, nor is it a place for the Black Clothes Grandmaster to stretch his hands and feet. This is the time they really put all their efforts!

Xiang Minghao broke through the fog with a sword, and his long clothes were stained red with blood.

A low laugh spread slowly in the night sky.

At this moment, Wudong, who was still shocked and angry on his face, suddenly realized that the drama master who had succeeded would never leave. With his pupils shrinking suddenly, he didn't have time to pay attention to the faint fluorescence under the fog, and shouted angrily: "Help him!!"

An Zang's heart and lungs clenched instantly, and he only had time to press the sword and look back.

A cold mark has appeared above the night sky.

Knife mark.

The night was drizzling, without stars or moon, and the whole world seemed to be cut open. Xiang Minghao was going out with a sword, and the autumn air behind him was vast.

The cold knife marks cut off everything.

Blood suddenly drew an equally sad and beautiful line in the air. I don’t know how long this knife has accumulated in the darkness and silence. When it was unsheathed, it was still such a quiet and cold mark, but when it hit the target, the waves spread more than ten feet in an instant.

The fog dissipated and the rain cleared, and the night sky became clear.

After the knife and blood marks, Xiang Minghao suddenly fell into the wet street. The blood spread into a small pool on the ground in an instant. He supported his sword and slowly raised his body. His face was still calm, but the paleness could not be concealed.

Above the night sky, the black robe clasped his left hand in vain, and his right hand gently twisted his wrist, crossing the long knife with an ink handle and snow blade in his hand. The face under the hood was wet with rain, and the complex colored patterns were shining with light.

This appearance is called [Sima].

He leaned over and stared at the people on the street. The coldness on the knife became stronger again. The fine rain dripped on it, and a thin layer of frost formed in an instant.

After a moment's pause, the sword light and robe shadows swept down again, with a resolute killing intent.

Xiang Minghao just barely straightened up his body, and the sword was held in front of him, and the raindrops and fallen leaves rose up one after another, condensing into a wall of air.

But before the two sides collided, a dazzling sword light suddenly crossed the sky, and An Zang had escaped from the battle in an instant, and the mighty sword intent came straight to the black robe.

The black robe's face tilted, and the expressionless Tu Hui looked more like an owl. He did not dodge, and when the sword light was approaching, he suddenly turned his wrist, and the cold blade slid on the sword surface like a fish sliding on the water. An Zang had no time to react to what happened, and the black robe had already flashed past his eyes.

The mighty sword light fell into the air.

Divine swordsmanship attainments!

But almost at the same time, Wudong's cold and angry face had already forced up. Even outside the Yunsuo Zhulou, even facing the master of the Yeque realm, he still chose to fight without hesitation.

The Wudong man rushed to the front first, and the sword light suddenly appeared from under the flying clothes.

He Jian's style was once again completely different from Si Feng's. It was not the mysterious sword technique of the big sect with rules and methods, but just breaking and avoiding it. This sword light was a maggot on the tarsal bone and a poisonous snake wrapped around the neck. After one move, there was a continuous bloody blade shadow.

The black robe leaned to one side, and the knife in his hand was first extended to block, and a splash of blood was brought up under the waist.

There was no reaction, as if it was the body of a puppet. Wudong succeeded with a sword, and the true energy was immediately twisted like a blizzard, but in an earlier moment, the black robe's left hand had already met it.

Wudong actually noticed that there seemed to be something hidden in that hand, but when he was ready to face some magic weapon, the man was really bare-handed.

He only stretched out an index finger and completed a few strokes calmly and quickly in the night sky, in front of the sword light and blade.

The black robe pressed the tip of the sword, and Wudong's long sword suddenly disappeared.

It was as if a period of time was cut off in the air, and the violent sword light and true energy were suddenly behind the black robe.

In a small space, Leng Rong and Xi Mian were already pressing face to face. Wudong's pupils shrank suddenly. Xuan array!

And he waved his hand to hook Xuan, and drew an array in the air!

While his swordsmanship was close to the gods, he was also a master of the state of array transformation!

Leng Run Xi Mian was strangely cold, Wudong immediately hooked his little finger, and [Jade Tiger] returned with a silk thread, but just as he was raised horizontally, the opponent's left hand that had just been outlined came in front of him.

Five fingers were tightly clenched into a fist, and the mysterious energy was abundant, and a punch smashed Wudong straight down.

Then there was no more obstruction, and the black robe broke through the rain curtain and was already in front of Han Shi.

At this time, it was the second time to draw a knife.

A knife caused a turbulent tide.

After passing two outstanding masters, the momentum on the sword was not lost at all. The rain mirror leaf screen in front of Xiang Minghao was instantly shattered, and in the explosion, a cold sword light broke out first.

Xiang Minghao's face was pale, his clothes were red, and his sword was bright. Surrounding this sword, the rain and leaves that were broken by the sword were swirled by invisible forces, and bloomed into a lotus with a diameter of more than ten feet around the sword.

The lotus heart opened a sword.

The sword pulled the rain leaves, and the power of the lotus swirl returned to the sword body. The man was seriously injured, and he forced himself to breathe out with the opponent's majestic sword momentum.

But the next moment it suddenly shattered.

There was no expression on the face of the play, and the body under the robe seemed to be a puppet. The black-robed man could definitely break this sword, but he let it suddenly penetrate his body.

No one can breathe this breath.

He exchanged a knife for a sword. This sword was definitely not an injury that could be ignored, but the sword light was even more intense. The foundation of strength that Xiang Minghao had just sorted out was shattered in an instant. The street was thirty feet long, and this sword directly cut him to the end.

Blood and bones flew in the air.

The black robe stepped on the ground again, but at this moment, a sword light suddenly broke through the rain curtain.

It was of course very fast, but in the previous fight, it became the slowest. But its timing couldn't be better, like an experienced and patient killer who finally waited for a gap to draw his sword.

An extremely straight, bright, and violent sword light!

From the hands of an old man whose life was about to wither.

"Yellow Jade" [Pulling Sunlight Feather]

An Zang, who was flying over, couldn't help but be shocked-they had never prepared for this old man to take action, especially now that they were not even facing the second level of Xuanmen, but the real "Yeque" master. In such a fight, his life and Wudongzhi's life were only in a moment.

Ordinary people regard Xuanmen as the pinnacle of martial arts and a master of a region, but only after really walking a distance in this realm can one know the vastness of it - the gap between "black clothes" and "Yeque" is sometimes even greater than the gap between one life and seven lives.

The killing of the former to the latter only exists in theory.

But no one can deny that this sword has really worked now.

Killing from the side, the black-robed long sword moved forward with murderous intent, and this sword pressed back with the same violence. Anyone can see that the black-robed man can easily break this sword, but he must stop the thunder-like forward momentum of the sword.

The cold face turned to the old man, but the eyes he gave back to him were equally cold. At this moment, the will of man and the will of sword were almost united - they must have been carried through to the end.

An Zang fell from a high altitude with a sword. After a sword-to-sword encounter, he temporarily gave up the means of sword fighting, pinched a seal on his chest with one hand, and stared at the black robe below with a cold brow.

The moment he turned around to take Li Weiru's sword, the mysterious art of "Xihai Qunyulu" would come immediately.

On the other side, Wudong, who was the most injured, just stood up, twisted his eyes and stared, but coughed out a mouthful of fresh blood first.

But there was no pause.

On the long street, the black robe still flew straight like a black dragon, and the play returned to the right face. Before he was about to hit Li Weiru, he pushed out his palm to the old man expressionlessly.

The rain curtain suddenly emptied.

In the blazing expansion, bright flames emerged from the void, and a huge fire lotus bloomed on the long street.

It's not a spell, not a mysterious scripture, this is a true qi technique!

[Immortal Fire]

The true qi of 256 meridians was emptied, and the exploding heat wave was like hell, instantly submerging the old man's figure.

But in such a barrier, Li Weiru still did not retreat. He rushed out of the fire curtain with his hair and beard burning, but his body and sword were only a moment slower, and the black robe knife light had passed.

He broke the rain with a punch and silently hit the tip of the old man's sword. The huge difference in their mysterious energy suddenly emerged, like a river hitting a stream. Blood instantly exploded from the old man's body. Li Wei rushed into the manor like a dead leaf in the wind, and supported his body with his sword trembling.

Outside the arena, An Zang's low shout resounded throughout the night sky, and the mysterious energy suddenly became violent, as if torn apart, and the black robe was the center of all this.

"Xihai Qunyu Lu" · [Jie Yu]

Wind sword and frost knife, Peng Luan Jie Yu.

This was definitely the most serious injury, and the blood marks on the play master's body instantly soaked the black robe. The scriptures mastered by Tianshan Sifeng were the most powerful means in this battle.

Wudong had not yet used the mysterious scriptures. Even though he was seriously injured, he still did not stop and went up again with the sword.

There was no other reason, the mysterious art was not enough to stop him.

The mysterious energy in his body exploded like a knife, but in the blood marks all over his body, the black robe still went straight with the knife, and the rain curtain that the black clothes suddenly knocked open was not tilted at all.

Wudong raised his sword, and this sword actually washed away the viciousness, and was as majestic and straight as An Zang.

So the same scene as the first time facing An Zang's sword light appeared here again. Even though the sword contained such a powerful force, the black-robed man still slid past it with a very light touch. This kind of collision was easy for the man. In the repulsion of the two forces, the two had passed each other one after the other.

But for Wudong, the collision itself was the purpose.

The weapons intersected, and the killing intent was pulled back.

[Yuhu] twisted his wrist, and Wudong had gritted his teeth to twist the overwhelming repulsive force, but the sword in his hand softened again and fell into the air without any force.

Behind him, the black-robed man gently wiped the long sword with his fingers, and the mysterious lock left by [Yuhu] disappeared silently.

Like untying a toy of a young child.

The master of weapon.

The painted on his face became more and more mysterious, and the black-robed man stood in front of Xiang Minghao with an expressionless face.

The long sword was shining.

This poor scholar had completely become a bloody man at this time, and only his skin was pale.

He was caught off guard, and suffered the most violent ambush and killing in the Tianshan Mountain of the Immortal Terrace, and then suffered the most sincere targeting by such a master. He could not defend himself once from beginning to end, because no one would doubt the consequences of his real attack.

But now, there is really no way to retreat.

Xiang Minghao pressed his five bleeding fingers on the ground, and looked back at the person in the air with cold eyes.

He had searched up and down and could not stretch, so he could only seek inside his body.

The muscles and bones of the spirit body melted and disassembled slowly, and a real, full, and no longer half-dead breath was finally raised.

He took a deep breath and coughed a mouthful of blood on the ground. The night rain suddenly stopped for a hundred feet around him.

It suddenly rolled back upwards.

After escaping from the cloud-locked red building and regaining control of his majestic mysterious energy, the name of [Hanshi] Xiang Minghao finally showed his due majesty. Being in such a vastness, the world seemed to be reversed.

The mighty power of heaven hit the black robe in an instant, and the robe fluttered like the wind, and the blood mist burst out.

This was the first time that the two top Xuanmen leaders faced each other head-on, and the long sword in the black robe changed its blade for the first time.

In the might of heaven and earth, this long sword that was almost unable to bear the weight drew a mysterious arc.

No one could understand this scene. The night rain of a hundred feet and the mighty autumn air almost represented the whole world. The reason why Xiang Minghao was famous in Xuanmen was because he mastered such a magnificent natural power.

But one knife was to gather all of it into the arc.

It seemed like the huge mouth of something, and the entire hundred-foot world was swallowed in one bite in front of this thing.

The black robe seemed to have revealed emotions for the first time. Under the heavy pressure of blood and bone trembling, the lower edge of the face also "clicked" to crack into an arc, like a strange smile.

The arc ended, and the world was clear.

A cold knife mark flashed, and Xiang Minghao's already broken body suddenly broke, his left shoulder and arm were left on the street, and his broken body crashed into the manor without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and there was no movement.

The third time he struck out.

The black robe slowly put away the knife and turned around, and the blood wounds on his body were closing inch by inch.

The heart-shaking drama gently looked at the remaining three people in the field.

Just now, under the desperate attack of the three masters, he killed Xiang Minghao, the [Hanshi] of the Swallowing Sun Society, without missing a single blow or retreating a step. If the three people caused him any harm in the process, it was only because his eyes never left this dangerous enemy.

He was indeed seriously injured, but now there is only one "Yeque" here.