Alienated Martial Arts.

Chapter 320 The Holy Maiden
The night is gradually receding, and the day is approaching.

Although the wind and snow are still there, the sky is already twilight, and it is no longer as black as lacquer.

At this moment, all sides of the Nine Sacred Mountains are gathering, and the wind is surging.

Perhaps around the coming of that divine will, many master warriors will collide with each other for this.

The loser may have nothing.

But what the winner will get in the end, no one can say clearly yet.

A figure walked silently in the snow field.

But it's not heading towards the majestic and heavy Nine Sacred Mountains.

On the contrary, he turned his back to the mountain and drifted away.

Wei Tao's aura is restrained like a rock, and his footwork is as nimble as a herring. No matter how the surrounding wind howls or the heavy snow blows, he can't affect him in the slightest.

Today's Nine Sacred Mountains have become a dragon's pool and a tiger's lair. If you try to squeeze in, you will be splashed with blood.

The so-called gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, and the son of a thousand gold does not sit in the hall.

No matter how good the divine will is, it must have enough ability to get it in your hands.

And with his current level of strength, meeting the King of the Golden Tent, or a mysterious person who confronts the King of the Golden Tent, is likely to be a dead end.

More importantly, he actually didn't know what was the use of divine will.

When I was about to go down the mountain, I had a conversation with Daoist Ning. The old man seemed to be a little resistant to this thing, and he didn't say much.

Just ask him to check the surroundings for any changes. There is no need to go too deep, and everything is based on his own safety.

Once you find any signs of danger, don't hesitate to leave as quickly as possible.

Wei Tao stopped by a small stream.

The water in the stream is clear and fast, even in the freezing snow season, there is no sign of freezing.

He bent down and washed away the dust from a night of running around.

I am still silently thinking about the Dharma door taught by Zen Mind.

"According to Zen Heart, the abyss of darkness is yin, the great Brahma born in the sky is yang, and the Brahma born in the black abyss, the more I think about it, the more similar it is to the yin and yang of martial arts masters.

Could it be that as a Heiyuan spirit without wisdom, without consciousness, or even without instinct, he still knows how to practice on his own, and finally created the cathode yang? "

Thinking of this, Wei Tao took out a piece of black finger bone and put it in front of his eyes for careful observation.

Guanshen Wangqi and Yehuo Honglian exerted their full strength, sensing the dark abyss surging in the phalanx.

It seems that it is a signal receiver that allows him to get in touch with Heiyuan Spirituality even outside the service area.

After a moment of silence, according to the method taught by Zen Heart, after countless deduction last night, he began to try for the first time to receive the spirit of the dark abyss into his body.

Time passed little by little.

Wei Tao stood motionless by the stream, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of black mist, ambiguous and hazy.

After about a hundred breaths, he slowly opened his eyes with a happy smile on his face.

"That esoteric buddhist didn't lie to me."

"There is nothing wrong with the method he taught, and it can really make Brahma and Black Abyss coexist peacefully."

"Although it is not yet at the level where there is abyss in Brahma and Brahma in abyss, it can be regarded as a great progress to prevent the two from meeting and breaking out of conflict."

"Since becoming a master of horizontal training, I have finally pried open a gap in the realm above the vajra glass, allowing me to peek inside into the beauty of the unity of yin and yang.

Although it still needs to be deduced and perfected, as long as the correct path can be finally determined, and when you really enter the door, you can use the status bar to push all the way until you reach the final level of perfection. "

Wei Tao exhaled lightly a mouthful of white mist, looked down at the fingers that seemed to be different, and when they were lightly touched, they made a sound of gold and jade, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

Recalling Zen Xin's joyful expression when he heard that he wanted to plunge into the abyss of darkness, and the trembling tone that could hardly be concealed, Wei Tao suddenly understood what he was thinking and doing.

The stronger the Heiyuan walker, the stronger the Heiyuan spirit.

Chan Xin, as a Buddhist disciple of Esoteric Buddhism, has become the patron of the dark abyss. In the northern wasteland, let alone find someone to become a dark walker, almost everyone will be the target of shouting and beating.

Outside of the Northern Wilderness, warriors with high realms have their own true meaning of martial arts, and it is difficult to be interested in the so-called Abyss of Darkness.

Martial artists with low levels of strength may have ideas, but they have to be cultivated from scratch, and it is not known how many years it will take to really achieve results.

Therefore, suddenly a martial arts master showed great interest in the Abyss of Darkness, and couldn't wait to incorporate it into his practice system. The excitement in Zen Xin's heart can be imagined, and he naturally seized this opportunity without hesitation.

If it is fake, he just lost a finger bone.

But once it is true, it will be a huge boost to what he is doing.

"It seems I underestimated my impact."

Wei Tao rubbed the cold and smooth finger bones in his hands, and sighed, "Now, I can almost be regarded as a big customer for Dark Abyss, but in the end I only broke a bone. This is how they treat Abyss. Fang should have the attitude?"

"The next time I see Zen Xin, I must get back the benefits I deserve. For a master warrior like me, it is absolutely unreasonable not to give him a Brahma Golden Mirror as a gift."

The more Wei Tao thought about it, the more he felt that he was at a disadvantage, and even had the urge to go back and find someone.

But after only a moment, he suddenly calmed down.

Looking down at the rushing stream, a little doubt flashed in his eyes.

"The stream water seems to be a little bit wrong."

"Unknowingly, its color changed from clear and transparent to muddy gray."

"This strange feeling makes me inexplicably kind."

Several thoughts flashed through Wei Tao's mind, and then he glanced at the gray and hazy creek, and suddenly a strange thought came to him.

"Isn't this stream turning into weak water?"

"Even if it is not weak water, at least it is related to weak water. Otherwise, I would never have such a familiar feeling, and Karma Red Lotus would not become lively and lively for no reason."

"If it is really weak water manifesting, it means that the Qinglian Sect is also attracted by this divine will, adding a little more glory to the upcoming battle at the Nine Sacred Mountains."

"According to Qijun, the alternate saint under the Red Lotus Throne, weak water has no fixed place, but is like a stream in the mountains during the rainy season, which often changes its position and flow direction.

And the place of rebirth is at the source of the weak water, where the four lotus platforms of green, red, purple and black rise and fall. This is the foundation of the entire Qinglian demon sect.

So, if I go upstream along the creek, it is possible that I will come directly to the place of death and touch the treasure of the lotus platform in the vacuum hometown? "

The green, red, purple and mysterious four lotus platforms are indeed the supreme treasure.

Back then, the washbasin-sized dragon head and the broken stone tablet on the top of Taixuan Mountain each provided him with more than 20 gold coins.

And once the lotus platform with a radius of nine feet and a height of five feet is absorbed by the status bar, as long as its appearance is not on the verge of breaking, it can provide thirty or fifty gold coins no matter what.

Thinking about it further, wouldn't it be possible to get three-digit gold coins in the bag with the four lotus platforms added up?
Thinking of this, Wei Tao turned around and left without hesitation.

However, it is not to find the source of the stream, but to stay away from this place as quickly as possible, at least not to turn back until the thicker and thicker gray mist comes out.

The source of weak water and the place of death are, after all, the foundation of Qinglian Sect.

If you really go up without hesitation, you are likely to meet the demon saint, Qinglian Dharma King, plus the messenger of the scattered people, the master of the elder hall, even if the King of the Golden Tent comes in person, you have to weigh whether you can get rid of it with your whole body. retreat.

Then, with his current level of strength, he can only look at Lian and sigh, not daring to covet him in the slightest.

Swish!
He just got up, but he stopped without any warning. In an instant, he changed from extreme movement to extreme stillness, and he stood silently on a square stone.

There was a faint light in his eyes, and a scarlet flame loomed in the center of his pupils.

Contemplating God and Watching Qi Technique and Ye Huo Honglian were performed at the same time, immediately dispelling the confusion and bringing him back to reality.

A graceful figure walked slowly from the upper reaches of the stream, and stood there not far away.

"Are you a disciple under the Red Lotus Throne?"

The woman frowned slightly, and said softly, "But why haven't I seen you before?"

Listening to her voice, it seems that it can directly touch the heartstrings, making people feel drunk and involuntarily immersed in it.

Even with Wei Tao's state of mind, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

After a moment of silence, he said slowly, "Is this Ruoshui, and who are you?"

"This stream is not weak, but because of my arrival, it has changed a little."

She sighed softly, "I just sensed the karmic fire of the red lotus, so I showed up to meet you, but from the way you look, it seems that you don't know who I am."

Wei Tao lowered his eyes, "I have to teach the fire red lotus to me from senior Wu Yu. He also said that he would let me go to the place of rebirth and serve as the messenger of the red lotus. I don't know if the girl has heard his name."

The woman nodded her head slightly, and a dazed expression flashed across her face, "It turns out that you are a disciple who was recruited by Yue Sanren outside. What's your name?"

Wei Tao didn't even think about it, so he said casually, "My surname is Fa, and my single name is the word Hai."

"Fahai, it's a majestic and majestic name."

The woman smiled faintly, and it was like a hundred flowers blooming in an instant, adding some bright colors to the gloomy and gloomy weather.

After a moment of silence, she continued, "I am Qinglian Saintess. If you want to take the position of Red Lotus Envoy, you still need my nod of approval."

Qinglian Saintess?

The red lotus envoy needs her to nod in agreement?

Wei Tao's heart moved, and he couldn't help but take a serious look at her.

At first glance, she looks like a young girl of twenty-eight years old.

But if you look closely, you can't tell what age she is.

He may be in his teens or twenties, or he may be in his thirties or forties, giving people a hazy feeling.

Therefore, her true identity is probably the Holy Maiden Qinglian who was in the troubled times of the demon sect 30 years ago.

Thinking of this, Wei Tao was also a little speechless.

Late last night, he was hiding at the bottom of the Shigang Cave in the shrubs to study the exercises, and he was directly approached by the Zen Heart of the Esoteric Buddhism;

This morning, just looking at the phalanx of Huo Honglian, the Imperial Envoy by the stream, she met the official saint of the demon sect again.

It made him extremely curious, wanting to know how much magical power that ray of divine will had, which could gather so many ghosts and monsters near the Nine Sacred Mountains.

"Why, don't you believe it?"

The woman smiled leisurely, "Or is it that Wu Yu didn't mention me to you?"

"Of course I don't believe you."

Wei Tao restrained his thoughts and said coldly, "Don't think that I don't know that the saint disappeared 30 years ago and has never appeared in the world.

What's more, the Holy Cult lives in the place of death, and the source of the weak water has four lotus stands of blue, red, purple and black. You, a saint of Qinglian, said that you can manage Honglian's head, you really have a big face.

Teacher Wu Yu preached and taught me, and wanted to recommend me to be the Red Lotus Holy Envoy of the place of death, but you objected, who are you? "

After a pause, he added another sentence, "That is to say, I am about to become a high-ranking member of the Holy Cult, so I must have a corresponding bearing, otherwise you should be beaten to death by me here just because of your way of pretending to be a member of the Holy Cult. "

"I……"

The woman opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start.

A little doubt rose in her heart, but she put it aside immediately.

After all, Huo Honglian, the esoteric karma of the Holy Cult, can't be faked, and there are only a handful of people who can tell Wu Xie's name in one breath. Based on the superposition of the two, he probably really is the disciple Yue Sanren accepted some time ago.

Looking at this young man again, her eyes were like autumn water, and a smile flashed inexplicably.

He is no more than 30 years old at the most, and he seems to have already become a master of martial arts, no wonder he is valued by the witch, not only passed on the fire of the red lotus, but even personally promised the position of the red lotus envoy.

The only fly in the ointment is his character, some are too domineering, and some are arrogant.

However, it is also understandable that it is normal for young people to be a little angry.

Especially for a genius who has become a martial arts master in his 20s, he should have the mentality of being no one but me.

After entering the teaching, he will be guided and trained slowly, and he must not be easily dampened.

It's just a pity that Yue Sanren left the place of his death last year and went north, but he fell into someone's hands. Until now, he has never seen anyone alive or dead.

The Holy Maiden of Qinglian restrained her thoughts, and said slowly, "As long as you are loyal to the holy religion, follow me back to the place where you were born to see Qinglian, let alone the messenger of the red lotus, I can even let you go one step further and become One of the three scattered members of this religion."

Wei Tao gasped, "You mean, you want me to sit in the position of Xingsanren?"

"It's not the scattered people, but the scattered people of the moon."

She shook her head, "Since you have learned the secret technique of the red lotus, you will naturally take over the position of Yue Sanren."

"To sow discord, one's heart can be punished!"

Wei Tao took a sudden step forward, his black robe fluttering in the wind, making noises, "Yue Sanren is Teacher Wu Yu, how could I try to grab his old man's name!"

"Yue Sanren is dead."

"Impossible, Teacher Wu Yu is a grand master of the spiritual realm who is illusory and real, and a martial arts master who is countless in the world. How could he die suddenly at the peak of his spring and autumn?
Moreover, it has only been a few months since he and I parted. Before parting, he said that he was going to the Northern Wilderness to find what Gui Shufang left behind. "

Having said this, Wei Tao suddenly remained silent.

After a moment of silence, he murmured to himself, "Could it be that he really died at the hands of the Northern Wilderness Warrior?"

"With Teacher Wu's level of strength, apart from the King of the Golden Tent, the only ones left who can take his life are the golden-cloaked priests and the four masters..."

Qinglian Saintess said lightly, "Whether it's the Northern Wilderness Warrior or not, it can only be said that the timing is also good, and the fate of Yuesan should be like this. Even if we are unwilling, we can only accept this news."

"However, when Dharma King and I find the divine will descending on the Nine Sacred Mountains, we will be able to make up for the shortcomings left 30 years ago.

Not only can you return to the peak state, but you can even go one step further and reach the high level you originally envisioned.

At that time, no matter who killed our people, the blood will be washed away with blood, and they will have to pay an unimaginably painful price! "

Wei Tao asked suspiciously, "The Holy Cult has a four-color lotus platform, a place of rebirth, and surrounded by weak water, so the so-called divine will is so important?"

Saintess Qinglian nodded her head slightly, "After you return to the place of death with me and see Qinglian, you can read the classics in the teaching, and you will naturally know the importance of divine will."

Wei Tao still had a look of disbelief, "Since the will of the gods is so important, why didn't the Holy Church seek it for so many years?
From the West Pole to the East China Sea, from the North Land to the South Border, the world is so vast and boundless, is this the only divine will that exists? "

"They're all gone, no one knows where they went."

Holy Maiden Qinglian fell into thought, "I only know that Emperor Wu killed the last trace of the Northern Wilderness Brahma's spirit a hundred years ago, and apart from that, there is only this one that appeared recently.

At the beginning, Emperor Wu also said that the world is in chaos when the will of the gods appears. We thought about it for a long time, but we couldn't understand what he meant by this sentence. "

She raised her head and took a deep look at Wei Tao, "Yue Sanren went north to search for the things left behind by Gui Shufang, and it may have something to do with Shenyi.

It's a pity that he fell short of success and died in a foreign land. Not only did he fail to pass on the information, he even couldn't send his body back to the place where he died for burial. "

"It's still not right. You said Teacher Wu Yu is dead. Is he really dead?"

Wei Tao took another step forward, and the woman in the fluttering dress was less than five feet away.

"It's like you say you are the Holy Maiden of Qinglian, is it really the Holy Maiden of Qinglian?
I can also say that I am the Patriarch of Demon Slayer, the Great Emperor Zhenwu, and only a fool would believe such a lip-synch thing. "

He walked forward step by step, his momentum constantly rising, "There is no evidence for what you say, but there must be evidence. As long as you can show something to prove your identity, I will believe you for the time being.

But if you can't get it out, don't blame my ruthless subordinates for letting you die here! "

"If it was 30 years ago, no matter how talented a young man was, if he dared to talk to me like this, he would have died already."

When Qinglian Saintess said this, she sighed secretly, "But the Holy Cult is different today, and I am not the same as before."

She gently raised her hand, and in the palm of her hand was a radiant lotus platform divided into four colors, "This is my identity proof. You only need to use the red lotus karmic fire to detect and perceive, and you will know that what I said is true."

Wei Tao narrowed his eyes suddenly, all his eyes were attracted by the four-color lotus platform.

There was even a hint of danger in it.

Gudong!

His throat surged, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Trying to calm down, he said slowly, "Throw it over and let me see if it's really a sacred thing."

Qinglian Saintess nodded, and was about to throw the four-color lotus platform casually, but stopped suddenly at the last moment.

She turned her head slowly and looked behind her.

At this moment, a voice came from the upstream of the stream.

"Your Highness, don't be fooled by this person. He is not a disciple of Yue Sanren at all, but Yuan Daozi of Qinglin Mountain."

"Left envoy Wen Yan!?"

boom!
Almost as soon as the voice sounded, the mist surged and the wind blew up.

Qinglian Saintess turned around suddenly, and her pupils reflected a body that swelled and expanded rapidly, showing a hideous and terrifying body.

Yuantai's fist seal fell down suddenly, and the scarlet thread entangled and danced.

It was as if a bomb had been detonated directly on the bank of the creek.

"This kind of power is definitely not an ordinary cathode master!"

"Practicing martial arts, can you still train yourself into a monster?"

"Even if someone tells me that Wu Yu died at his hands, it's not impossible."

Qinglian Saintess sank her feet into the bluestone without a sound, her hair was full of black hair dancing wildly with the wind, and her face suddenly became gloomy.

Facing the berserk attack coming from Gai, she didn't retreat or dodge, but continued to hand out the four-color lotus stand in her hand.

It's like holding a weighty object, and it's like holding your most cherished token of love, and you want to dedicate it to the lover you love in your life.

Boom! ! !

A thunderbolt exploded on the bank of the creek.

Suddenly the mist disintegrated and the water exploded.

Mixed with countless gravel, it flew in all directions.

The two figures are separated at a touch.

Boom!
Wei Tao was in mid-air, and quickly shrank back to his normal body shape. After landing, the ground trembled slightly.

He stood up straight, but did not step forward again.

Instead, he turned his head and looked to the side.

An extremely cold breath emerged from the depths of the wind, snow and fog, covering his body precisely.

Almost at the same time, there was another voice that sounded directly from the bottom of his heart.

"The way of observing the sky and the way of holding on to the sky are all done!"

Wei Tao held his breath and concentrated, his eyes reflected three shaky figures, holding an empty sword hilt in each hand, walking towards him step by step.

In another direction, Qinglian Saintess had disheveled hair and a gloomy complexion. She made deep footprints step by step, stepping on the cold and hard rocky beach to create a large cobweb-like crack.

It wasn't until a dozen or so steps later that she managed to stabilize her figure.

Lifting her bloodied face, Qinglian Saintess's gaze was filled with an inconceivable sense of confusion and confusion in addition to the frozen anger.

The four-color lotus platform in her hand disappeared directly.

The lotus platform was the only thing she could rely on when she used the secret ultimate move just now, and the power contained in it didn't even dare to confront her head-on.

As a result, just as it was about to land on the monster, it disappeared without a trace under her gaze.

This unexpected upheaval caused her to be in a trance for a moment, almost thinking that she was dreaming.

If it wasn't for the last moment, when she suddenly woke up from the change of Ruoshui's true intention, she might be punched in the body by that guy, and she couldn't die anymore.

But even so...

Under that violent fist like a landslide, she also suffered serious injuries, her phalanx and arm bones were shaken to the point of cracking, and she couldn't fully recover within a few months.

Qinglian Saintess exhaled a foul breath full of bloody smell, and her heart was full of murderous intent, burning her body like a raging flame.

There was the sound of footsteps approaching quickly.

"Wen Yanzuo envoy, you lost the news after you went to Mozhou. We all thought that you also encountered misfortune."

She suppressed the endless killing intent and calmed down her tone, "Let's join forces to take him down first, and then you can tell me in detail what happened to the Dingxuan sect of Jiaomen..."

Swish!
Her voice stopped abruptly, her complexion suddenly changed, and she slapped back like lightning.

There is no fancy match with Wen Yan.

Another thunder blasted on the bank of the stream.

"you you……"

Blood gushed out from the mouth of the Qinglian Saintess, and there were strands of transparent silk in the middle, which stained the clothes she was wearing, and fell to the ground through the mist.

boom!
Wen Yanhan was not afraid of death, and moved forward again.

Intertwined and entangled with Qinglian Saintess who wanted to get away, collided and confronted.

The sound of rumbling thunder became one piece.

There is also Dapeng's blood splattering in all directions, changing the color of the rushing stream.

Blossoming green lotus rose slowly, covering the space with a radius of several feet by the stream.

However, four-color lotuses bloomed from it, annihilating all the green lotuses and smashing them to pieces.

Wen Yanqinglian's secret technique was broken, facing the palms of Qinglian Saintess who seemed to be falling slowly, the whole person's temperament changed suddenly.

Swish!
He suddenly pointed to a knife, and cut out a gloomy knife light.

In an instant, the four-color lotus platform was split in two, and it was directly disconnected from the Qinglian saint.

Eliminate the impending offensive invisibly.

"Direct erosion cut off my true martial arts!?"

"As the left envoy of Qinglian, where did he cultivate such a strange method?"

The Holy Maiden of Qinglian coughed up a mouthful of blood, and a towering and thick mountain appeared without any warning in front of her eyes.

There are two big characters in the letter, named Dingxuan.

"This is the Dingxuan Sect's exercise, why is it the Dingxuan Sect's exercise!?"

Wen Yan landed a punch, his gaze contained no expression, reflecting the increasingly surprised face of Qinglian Saintess.

boom!
His palm was bounced high, and then fell down again with an even more violent gesture.

A green light flashed between her brows, and she raised her hand to meet him in a seal between the lightning and the flint.

Click!

The two palms clashed and converged in one place.

She staggered back, from her fingers to her forearm, like porcelain that had been knocked, the delicate skin of Ruyu was already covered with dense cracks.

"I just fought head-on with that monster, and my bones were shattered. It is already difficult for me to deal with Wen Yan's ever-changing attacks."

"Then, we can only say anything else after killing him at any cost!"

Saintess Qinglian backed away a few steps, then froze abruptly, a gloomy smile appeared on her bleeding face.

Boom! ! !

Another no-frills head-on collision.

The two were like two poles of a magnet, suddenly connected and stuck together.

"You are not Qinglian Left Envoy!"

"who are you!?"

Saintess Qinglian's right hand sank into Wen Yan's body, crushing his heart violently.

There was a bang.

Wen Yan did not respond, not even dying to fight back, but his eyes even lit up brightly.

"I am Wen Yan, but I am also one of us."

"It is my biggest wish at this time to let Her Royal Highness join us and become a member of Dingxuanmen."

"The saint is about to abandon the past and usher in a new life. This is the fate you cannot escape, but it is also the greatest opportunity bestowed by God."

As he said with a blank face, a large amount of transparent silk gushed out of his body, completely enveloping the two of them, forming a crystal clear cocoon.

boom!
Suddenly, a four-color lotus platform manifested into the void, bursting and bursting the frantically surging mysterious threads.

A ragged figure fell out of it, staggered and fled towards the distance without looking back.

Not long after, her speed slowed down a little.

The movements also became more and more mechanically stiff until they stopped completely.

Quietly, a petite and exquisite figure appeared in front of her, stretching out his hand to press her body.

The two sides are close to each other, and the air mechanism is connected, as if two people have become one person.

Downstream of the stream, further afield.

Wei Tao strode forward to meet the three sword masters who were also walking quickly.

"Heaven sends out murderous intentions, stars move to the sky, earth sends murderous intentions, dragons and snakes rise from the land, people send murderous intentions, heaven and earth repeat, heaven and man unite in virtue, and all changes are fixed."

"Heaven's murderous intention, Tianfa's murderous intention, Tianfa's murderous intention!"

The cold voice became louder and louder, almost occupying his entire consciousness.

With a distance of ten steps between the two sides, the three masters of kendo stood still abruptly.

At the same time, they raised their bloody right hands, each holding a solitary hilt, and pierced into their left chest without hesitation.

Wei Tao narrowed his eyes suddenly, and took another step forward.

The figure swelled rapidly, and the scarlet silk shot forward and flew forward.

"Hunyuan Wuji, the original fetus returns to one!"

"Born to kill, three talents are safe!"

The three of them suddenly pulled out their long swords from their bodies.

In an instant, blood flashed, and the killing intent was reversed.

Wei Tao had no thoughts, no thoughts, no ego, and suddenly clenched his fists.

In Wei Tao's eyes, everything has become completely different from before.

The three people who had integrated their lives into the sword intent disappeared in front of them, and there was only a thin silk thread, exuding the cold light of silence and killing everything.

Cold, congealed, dead still.

It seems that there is no power, but it is full of extremely dangerous breath.

The wind, snow and fog stopped abruptly.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Whether it's wind, snow or gray fog, it will cut everything in front of it into two pieces.

It wasn't until the sharp claws protruding from the sharp bony spurs that hit the cloud-patterned black-scaled body, that the strongest murderous intent suddenly erupted.

At this moment, Wei Tao suddenly remembered Grandmaster Hong from last night.

He was even a little curious about what kind of mood and experience the old Grandmaster Hong, who had already begun to comprehend the realm of the law, would have when facing the last killing sword of the Sancai Sword Formation.

Finally, the fist edge and the thin line slowly touched one place.

Click!

The thin thread collided with several distinctive fingers, and suddenly disappeared without warning.

Immediately afterwards, the scales shattered and blood spattered.

A deep wound suddenly appeared on Wei Tao's body, from his wrist directly into his shoulder.

boom! ! !
The wind howled and the thunder rumbled.

The wind, snow and gray fog penetrated a straight passage.

The three kendo masters had disappeared without a trace, leaving only spots of scarlet scattered in a messy muddy ground.

boom!
After a while, the gale went back and forth.

Wei Tao suddenly stood still by the stream, but the Qinglian saintess and the last petite figure had disappeared.

"Use your own death to seize the enemy's life."

"One sword determines life and death, unsheathed into reincarnation."

"The gang in Cangjian Pavilion are really crazy."

"After practicing the sympathetic knot, it's even more crazy and mentally ill, which makes people feel dizzy."

"It's a pity that my understanding of Yin and Yang is not deep enough, otherwise I wouldn't let them cut my arm."

He carefully observed the traces left by the two, and his thoughts kept turning.

"That woman turned out to be Dingxuan Taoist Yun Hong."

"I just had a glimpse of her, and she gave me a strange feeling, as if the person standing there was not alone, but an unknown number of people overlapping together."

In the depths of the wilderness, two figures walked quickly.

Yun Hong turned her head and looked back, her eyes were shining brightly.

"Wei Daozi, it's really tough. Even the dead swords of our three masters of swordsmanship can't take him seriously."

(End of this chapter)