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Chapter 187 Chapter 180 Six-palm god thunder strikes the sky hand!
Ding Zichang beheaded six people with one sword.

The bloody means shocked most of the people present.

Just based on his outstanding hand tonight, there will definitely not be many people who dare to fight against him at the Famous Sword Conference. Although the sword is good, if you don't have the fate to use it, even if you get it, it is useless.

Moreover, there are seven swords coming out in this Famous Sword Conference. The intensity of the competition is unprecedented, not to mention unprecedented. I don’t know how many people will put their lives on the line just to fight for a sword. it's here.

However, what Nie Feng was most worried about was the Conferred God Court. During the Chongyang Conference on the ninth day of September, the Conferred God Court sent so many masters, even the five great gods in the court. How can you sit idly by?
With the wolfish ambition of the Conferred God Royal Court, they must seize the seven swords, as well as the mysterious White Lotus Sect. So far, only minor characters have walked the rivers and lakes.

Few of the real high-ranking figures know their identities. Several heaven-level headhunters within the six gates, even the saint who once suspected the White Lotus Sect, the two holy envoys of the sun and the moon, and the four gods of wind, fire, thunder and lightning, are all outside. A hidden identity, and this identity is definitely not low.

At least one can enter a martial arts force, or the core of the courts of various countries, but in order not to arouse the suspicion of others, their status will not be particularly high.

This group of people has always taken it as their mission to overthrow the world. To some extent, they are more troublesome than the Conferred God Royal Court.

After all, the people in the Imperial Court of Conferred Gods are very proud. They don't bother to conceal their identities. They think that they are really the gods of the heavens who rule over all living beings.

But the White Lotus Sect doesn't have this habit. They want to keep others from guessing their identity forever, so that they can carry out the so-called great cause of the White Lotus openly.

Nie Feng sat cross-legged on the couch, while meditating on these things in his heart, he also slowly circulated the Jiuyang Zhenqi in his body.

The Nine Suns Divine Art and the Black Ice Stinging Dragon Art, both of which are yin and yang, are completely opposite to each other, but they are perfectly fused together in Nie Feng's body.

He sank his mind into the sea of ​​void consciousness, the huge cauldron was still floating there, the mouth of the cauldron was shining brightly, and there were a few books inside quietly, which were all the martial arts secret books that had been imprinted before, and could still be vaguely seen A ball of human-shaped light, Nie Feng knew that it should be Wang Bai who fell into a deep sleep.

A ray of distraction from Chongyang, the ancestor of the Quanzhen Sect in ancient times.

He once said before that if he wants to wake him up again, he needs a lot of golden light of merit, but now that he is in this state, he can't even guarantee his own safety, so the matter of golden light of merit can only be temporarily put aside.

Under the giant cauldron is the magic body of the demon god. This dharma body is the dharma form condensed in his body when Tianzi Yin taught him the magic power of turning blood into blood. Unfortunately, most of his meridians have been broken now, and the magic power of turning blood into blood is also broken. It was useless, so this demon god also fell into a deep sleep.

Time flies.

There was a knock on the door outside.

Nie Feng slowly opened his eyes, it was already bright outside.

"Brother Nie, are you there?"

The voice of reading the sky came from outside.

Nie Feng returned the zhenqi in his body to his dantian before going to open the door.

After a night of exercising and regulating breath, the miraculous effect of the Nine Suns Divine Art can be seen. Now, except for the heart-shattering palm force in Nie Feng's body, all the hidden injuries suffered in the rest of his body have been completely recovered.

Under the true qi of the Xuanbing Hibernating Dragon Kung Fu, the Xuanbing needle that Yao Lao had driven into his body became more and more solid, like an iron wall and copper wall trapping the heart-breaking palm strength outside.

"Young City Lord!"

Nie Feng cupped his hands slightly.

Nian Cangqiong chuckled and said, "Brother Nie, did you rest well last night?"

"very good."

Nie Feng's words are not polite.

For this Famous Sword Conference, Jiancheng City has spent a lot of money. All the rooms in Wanjiange Pavilion have been carefully arranged. Even the beds are embedded with warm jade, which can not only adjust the temperature, but also gather the vitality of the world, so that One can get the most relaxation.

"That's good……"

"Brother Nie, I have something for you."

Saying that, Nian Cangqiong suddenly walked in and closed the door.

Then he took out a bronze mask from his bosom and said, "This is what my father asked me to give you."

"This is……"

Nie Feng took the bronze mask and looked at Nian Cangqiong in confusion.

He didn't understand why Nian Wuji asked him to give this mask to himself.

"The Famous Sword Conference will be held soon, and there will be countless people from the martial arts world. Among them are Brother Nie's enemies. This mask was forged by my father. It can hide your aura. Even if you are the most familiar person, as long as you don't see the mask I can't even recognize you with your true face."

"As for Brother Nie's martial arts, try not to do it if you can during this period."

Nian Cangqiong lowered his voice and said, "People from the Qingcheng faction have arrived."

Nie Feng was shocked.Nodding his head, he said, "Thank you, the city lord, for your kindness."

After that, put your hands up to put the mask on your face.

Although the mask is made of bronze, it looks as if it is worn on the face, and there is no sense of suffocation, as if there is no mask.

Boom! ! !

At this time, in the direction where the Temple of Refining Heaven was located, there was a thunderous explosion!
It shocked both of them.

"Is there something wrong with Shechenjian?"

Nian Cangqiong was a little flustered, turned around and rushed in the direction of the Temple of Refining Heaven. Nie Feng also unfolded his movements and followed closely behind him.

Soon.

The two arrived outside the Temple of Refining Heaven.

The thunder light in the hall kept flickering, and there was a figure faintly visible in the thunder light.

"It's him!"

Nian Tianqiong was slightly startled.

"Young City Master, who is this person?"

Nie Feng frowned slightly.

He felt a very familiar aura in this person.

If he is not mistaken, the martial art used by this person should be the divine thunder strikes the sky hand!

Nie Feng is very familiar with this set of martial arts. This is the unique skill of King Chu Jiang of the Yan Wangmen. On that day, Nie Feng was almost bombarded to death in Tiger Village by his divine thunder-splitting hand. If Lu Chengfeng hadn't come quickly , he, Meng Qianhe and Duguyuan, I'm afraid they have already become a piece of coal.

"Lin Huang!"

Nian Cangqiong said in a low voice, "This person is the apprentice of the Fourth Elder. If there are no accidents, he will definitely be the next elder, but I always feel that this person has ulterior motives..."

He lowered his voice so low that only Nie Feng and him could hear the last sentence.

"Does the Young City Master know his origin? Could it be that his martial arts was also taught by the Fourth Elder?"

"It's not."

Nian Cangqiong said: "According to him, his set of martial arts was passed down in his family, but later his whole family was killed by his second uncle, and only he survived with the cheats by luck. It's done."

(End of this chapter)