martial arts mythology system

Chapter 280 Lord Dong

Time, fate, and luck.

The heaven and the earth circulate forever, that is, the four seasons of yin and yang.

Han Feng climbed to the third rank with a brand-new body, but felt that he was not the same person as he was just now.

Once you have seen the world of yin and yang, you will be able to dominate yourself.

All kinds of illusions have been wiped away, so the eyes are as bright as stars.

Opening his eyes, the moon-white tentacles, which symbolized Han Feng's martial arts cultivation, were retracted into Han Feng's body in an instant.

The feet landed slowly, not stained with dust, as clean as moonlight.

Slowly bowed and bowed to the white-haired old man.

"Junior Han Feng, thank you for the gift from senior. I didn't ask for your name. I hope you can tell me. From now on, senior has waited for 700 years. Your name and surname will be remembered by me forever."

After finishing speaking, Han Feng Shi Shiran stood up, dressed in a white robe, with a breeze and a bright moon.

The white-haired old man felt the pure breath of "Tian Xia Bu Wu Pian" on Han Feng, and felt as if he saw an old friend he had almost forgotten.

Those years of endless battles but full of passion fell into my heart like a jade sprinkled with gold dust...

"Good! Very good!"

The old man's voice trembled slightly.

"Don't thank me... I gave you this burden, so don't hate me in the future... But you can hate me. Before, there were indeed people in this world who could still remember my name...Old Man ——Wei Songyun...From now on, your destiny will be measured by your hands."

The white-haired old man took a step back, and the bronze chains that touched the ground clattered.

Then, those chains seemed to come alive, and suddenly rioted.

The figure pulling the old man instantly fell into the endless void behind him... But in an instant, the void disappeared without a trace.

In the huge ancient bronze hall, the ever-burning lamp is still on.

But only Han Feng was left.

After a moment of silence, Han Feng sighed softly.

With a light wave of the palm, the entire Bronze Palace is like dust in the wind, scattered between the sky and the earth...

The foreground shifted and things changed, and Han Feng had returned to the sky of the Shentian ruins.

He stayed in the middle of the air, and in front of him was a huge prayer flag flying in the air.

Suddenly returning to the present world, Han Feng lost his balance for a moment and almost fell.

However, in an instant, Han Feng's brand new martial arts began to work.

The aura of origin of yin and yang created by "Nine Yin Scriptures" and "Nine Suns Divine Art" turned into a tail-to-tail Taiji Yin-Yang fish pattern, which took shape at Han Feng's feet, and Han Feng, who was dressed in white, stood on the sky .

Han Feng, who was standing in the air, waved his hand, and the six prayer flags in front of him quickly merged into one, turning into a huge scroll that was taller than a person in length and width.

In fact, "Tianxia Buwu Pian" is a concept of martial arts, not a substantive martial art. The text recorded on the scroll can only be a lower-level martial art that cuts off the concept of "Tianxia Buwu" and records them separately. "World Bu Wu Pian".

In fact, even if Han Feng has mastered the "Under Heaven's Martial Arts Chapter", he cannot pass it on to others... because this is an independent concept, and Han Feng cannot spread it...

Even so, this prayer flag scroll is still very important... because it can also be regarded as a magic weapon in itself.

Han Feng stepped on the Yin-Yang Taiji fish and made a casual move, and the prayer flag scroll flew to Han Feng's back by itself, hanging horizontally on Han Feng's waist.

Turning around and looking at the battlefield of the entire Shentian ruins, after being blessed with the new martial arts, the whole person is immortal, and with the scroll on the back... Han Feng's appearance is a bit like Naruto or Jiraiya in fairy mode... Just a little less paint on the face.

It seems that I have spent a long time in the Bronze Temple, and the entire battlefield of the Shentian Ruins has undergone considerable changes.

Li Chenzhou, Li Xiaojie, Nian Qingliang, and Shen Menglin, four powerhouses with completely different standpoints, unexpectedly stood on the same front, each displaying their martial arts skills to besiege the same person.

Gu Xuantong was obviously the only one who could forcibly start a fight with so many people.

While fighting, this guy was still laughing with his head up.

"Exciting, exciting, exciting! It's really exciting, your martial arts made Gu Xuantong excited!"

In the voice, Gu Xuantong's hands trembled, and the black calamity clouds filled the sky boiled and rolled.

Pull four strong men into it...

Uncle Xuantong is happy here, but the entire battlefield is still in a state of non-chaos and disorder.

Nearly [-] warriors killed each other and the massacre of painted souls and alien beasts left two to three thousand corpses in the ruins of the gods.

Although the palace here stretches over a wide area and has many heights, the tragic scene after the bloody fight is still eye-catching.

The four ancient rare treasures were not obtained by anyone in the fight, but because of their own spirituality, they began to fly in the sky.

Martial arts masters fought each other, while also chasing holy objects above the palace buildings.

During the period when Han Feng disappeared, many people broke into [Between Heaven and Earth], making the Shentian Ruins even more lively.

The fighting here is also more intense.

A strange man wrapped in a starry night cyclone stood in the air, facing two third-rank painting soul warriors alone.

A bald-headed man with a naked upper body held a humanoid weapon in his hand, chasing hundreds of Buddhist monks all over the ground...

A gunman and a swordsman fought each other, and the force of the vertical and horizontal swords and air guns shook the ground and formed a gully.

Warriors who have just seen or never seen before are fighting in martial arts here, and the smoke of energy is like a field of fire, billowing into the sky.

Han Feng even ran into an acquaintance of his own... a long-haired white-clothed man in a white robe was holding a huge sword, and was chasing Gongsun Hong flying all over the sky...

"Gongsun Hong, you son of a bitch, stop for me!"

"Stop and cut it for you!? Do you fucking think I'm stupid!?"

The two were chasing each other and scolding each other... It was very lively...

However, 【Suppressing Demon Sword Master】 Nangong Lian has arrived, it seems that the court's actions are not too slow~

Suddenly, Han Feng saw in the alley between two palaces in the distance, several guards of the Hanging Sword Division were facing a crisis...

The body moves with the heart, and the lightness kung fu of "Flying on the Grass" has been blessed and transformed by the six unique skills. Now it is no slower than the unique skills, and the yin and yang contained in it are endless. wonderful.

As the matter was urgent, Han Feng used Zhouliu Bajin as an escape light, and turned it into a streak of eight-color flowing light and shot it out.

……

In the alley, Jiang Xiaohu, Yang Qianqian, Feng Ning, Qiu Tongxi and several other guards were blocked in the middle of the alley, with high walls on both sides.

A mysterious man wrapped in black demonic flames stood in front of the people in Xuanjian Division, with his right hand raised horizontally, he was holding the envoy leading the guards.

Ling Shi was lifted up by the tall devil, and he struggled with his feet hanging in the air, but he couldn't shake the devil at all.

The demon's black flames burned Lingshi's body, causing him extreme pain.

The devil spoke slowly, his voice full of jokes:
"It's painful... Do you want to talk? Do you want to beg me for mercy, or let your subordinates escape? Sigh... It's a pity that you have no chance to speak~"

Looking at the devil's appearance of treating the emissary in his hand and himself and others like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered... the guards felt depressed.

But... the gap between them is really too big.

Even Lord Ling Shi was defeated by one move... Even if I escaped, I couldn't escape...

"Enough! You villain, let Ye Lingshi go!!"

Jiang Xiaohu endured the fear in his heart, tightly held the long knife in his hand, took a step forward, and shouted at the devil.

The demon's hand was still holding the envoy's neck, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Let me let go? Do you deserve it too?"

During the words, the black magic flame suddenly exploded, turning into a sea of ​​flames and rushing towards the guards.

The magic flame is wild, and it will kill you if you touch it.

The rampage between the palace and the alley is like a doomsday disaster.

Facing this terrifying black flame, all the guards felt a strong sense of powerlessness in their hearts.

Facing such power, everyone really has no way to resist.

Even the indomitable Jiang Xiaohu has only a heart to die.

Good thing...

At this time... eight-color escape light descended from the sky!

The earth groaned softly, ice chrysanthemums bloomed all over the ground, the air pressure plummeted, and the extremely cold air forced back the black magic flame.

Amidst the brilliant halo, a white robe flew independently, with a huge horizontal scroll on its back.

"Then... am I worthy?"

　I really didn't want to break the chapter, you can know it by reading the title, but you can't skip what you want to write in the middle... Forgive me (////)
　　
　
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