From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

The river and the sky are one color, and a lone moon hangs high in the sky.

The news of the battle between the heirs of the Eight Great Skills spread quickly, and more and more strange people came to the banks of the Yongxin River.

At the same time, this is also Wudang’s own business. The contest between the abandoned disciples and the leading figures is largely related to the reputation of this famous Taoist family.

At three quarters after noon, the last wave of unloaders had left.

At that moment when floating clouds covered the moon and the clear light was restrained, on the opposite side of the river, "Xiao Yijin" tapped her toes, her steps were as light as the wind, her black hair fluttering, and her already extremely beautiful appearance was set off by her cold temperament, adding the finishing touch, like the goddess of Wushan.

He crossed the river in a white robe.

On the sandbank, Wang also calmed himself down. At the moment, this puppet was controlled by his elder brother. If not, he felt that with his own weight, he might not dare to face a pseudo-celestial being so calmly. After all, he was most afraid of trouble.

There were countless gazes from behind, and Fenghou's Qimen Bureau took advantage of the situation to unfold. This time there was no hiding, and the complete appearance of the Eight Wonders was revealed to everyone.

A hexagram formation with a diameter of one hundred meters is simply unheard of in Qimen magic. Not to mention the effect, the scale alone is enough for the host to show off his power to his heart's content, without any sense of exhaustion that a sorcerer should have in battle.

The word Kan means water floating in the sky.

Wang Ye made the lotus hand seal, and a column of water surged up from the river in front of him. Thousands of huge fish that seemed real squeezed out of it and flew forward like cannonballs.

On the unfinished building in the distance, Chen Jinkui, the leader of the Shuzi Sect, no longer looked at the bleak hexagram of fortune. There seemed to be a burning flame rising in his eyes. Outsiders might think that the Wudang successor had done this move easily, but in the eyes of the sorcerers, arbitrarily determining the position of the center palace was undoubtedly the most unreasonable and magical move, which could even directly determine the outcome of the "game".

The big river fish crashed into the water, and the splashes of water caused by the boom and explosion burst out together. The woman in white did not stop her steps, as if she had excellent lightness skills, or as if she was walking on the waves in mid-air. Ripples like ephemeral flowers spread out, and occasionally she stretched out her hand and swung it, and the overflowing domineering force gathered into an air wave, which completely shattered the oncoming big river fish.

Flying across the river at a high speed, her toes touching the ground, the woman in white threw a light punch that pierced through the air with a sound like steel burning. The force seemed to be a swing or a push, and it directly broke through Wang Ye's Tai Chi Cloud Hands. In just a moment, the latter seemed to feel the changing force in thousands of different directions, without any rules and free at will. But in fact, it was just an ordinary straight punch that pressed on the same level.

Wang Ye retreated violently, moving hundreds of meters away in one breath. After vomiting blood, his smile was a little awkward. He had no chance of winning in boxing. Na Jiyun had already mixed the power of the drum and armor in his hand, but he couldn't even connect with the second move. Naturally, it was meaningless.

But in the field of Qimen, he is not so easily defeated.

Where it was originally standing, the hexagram formation did not move with the center palace, and its power covered three points, so it was named the Eight Formations.

"Earth formation." Wang Ye ordered in a low voice.

I saw the water on the river bank surging and the ground sinking, like the endless sand spreading out in the desert, constantly surging inward, trying to swallow up the prey above.

The woman in white stomped forward, and the ground and water were both stunned by the overwhelming force. She took advantage of the momentum to rise up and crushed the strange formation beneath her feet.

A smile appeared on Wang Ye's face. Among his peers, only his elder brother was worthy of his full efforts.

On the path where the previous line of retreat was heading, the second large formation lit up.

There are twelve ground formations, which are square in shape.

The four corners of the cloud lord are hard to stop the enemy.

The Yunchui Formation was activated, and the fog suddenly spread out. The fog, which could have affected the direction of an ancient war, completely enveloped the surroundings.

On the barren grassland in the distance, Zhuge Qing, who came to watch, clenched his fists. Because the ancestor was the first to summarize it, this set of formations was also known as the Eight Formations of Wu Hou. It was the highest inheritance of the family and often required dozens of descendants to work together to use it.

"Not only does he have the Eight Wonders, he is also a very talented guy." The middle-aged man patted Zhuge Qing on the shoulder, "The two formations are connected in one go, and I am far inferior to him."

Zhuge Qing clenched his teeth, finally sighed slowly, and smiled bitterly as if relieved, but before he could open his mouth, he heard a loud roar.

It was a sound with tremendous force, like a tidal wave overwhelming the sea.

The woman in white integrated her strength and fanned her palms in front of her body. A strong wind whistled up and the fog dissipated immediately.

With the help of the overflowing gusts of wind, the white light moved forward violently in the gaps of the wind, like a mountain crashing head-on. Wang Ye's expression was stiff. He finally understood how upset the master felt when he played chess with his brother.

In an instant, the hand gestures changed again.

The sky and the earth rush backwards, and the clouds change into dragons.

The Dragon Flying Formation was activated, and Wang Ye retreated hundreds of meters again in a way that almost transcended time.

The next second, white light fell from the spot under her feet, the ground shook violently, and cracks appeared like spider webs. With tremendous force, the woman in white broke the Long Fei Formation with one punch, destroying its back-up plan.

The man stood up and raised his legs, countless pieces of gravel flew out, and thin but sharp streams of air flew across the sky like crossbow arrows.

There are sixteen heavenly formations, square outside and round inside.

The master of the Eight Formations is the Tianfu Formation.

Wang Ye formed the Taoist hand seal of dispatching troops, and a hazy white light rose up around him. The broken stones hitting the stones made a loud sound like the sound of a bell in an ancient temple. The signs of cracks became increasingly obvious, but the stones were able to withstand the blow that was comparable to a machine gun bombardment.

Then he opened his hands, gathering the energy, and suddenly put them together in front of him.

The wind has no fixed shape; it attaches to the sky.

The fifth one is the Wind-raising Formation.

Like a roc spreading its wings, a strong wind rises from the banks of the Yongding River.

The first time, the woman in white failed to take a step forward and stayed where she was, using her fists to defend herself against the strong wind.

Among the strange people watching, those masters of the fourth realm already had horror in their eyes.

At first, after the woman in white took action, they thought the battle was already won. The martial artist who had entered the third realm of horizontal training had exquisite strength and power. As long as he got close to them, even the real master would die in an instant, without any surprises.

But after one technique and five formations, the Taoist's momentum increased layer by layer, and he looked like he was ready to compete with the other.

However, Wang Ye, who was at the scene, did not hold back at all.

Wind is like a coiled snake, attached to the sky and taking shape

Before a bird of prey flies, it must first soar.

The heaven and earth rushed forward and turned into tiger wings.

The three powers, namely, the coiled snake, the soaring bird and the tiger's wings, are all blessings that greatly enhance strength, speed and courage respectively.

For several seconds, the woman in white was bathed in the strong wind, neither moving forward nor backward, but just standing there waiting for her opponent to complete her preparations.

Wang also pressed his hands down in front of his chest, and the Tai Chi punch was fast, deep and powerful.

Transforming the formation into fists, one technique with eight formations, is equivalent to suppressing someone in the third realm and letting himself beat the drum with nine punches.

The Beating Drum and Flowery Armor Hand is a technique that combines the five elements and is endless. It can be used in any attack. As a user, after discovering this, he believes that this technique is no less than the Eight Wonders of Jiashen. As long as you punch enough, even the gods will give way. Moreover, the power is related to the strength of the five internal organs of the human body, which gives the Beating Drum and Flowery Armor Hand a considerable growth potential, meeting all the requirements of the secrets handed down from generation to generation.

"Brother, have you ever lost?"

Wang Ye silently mouthed the words, excited beyond compare. Although the current situation was due to the fact that his opponent of the same realm had conceded nine punches, his desire to win had never been so strong since he was a child. Furthermore, his opponent was using a puppet at the moment, so if he lost he would not lose face in public. This opportunity would never come back again.

(End of this chapter)