Big dreamer

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However, the girl surnamed Li was looking intently towards the river in the distance and did not pay attention to the gaze of the young man surnamed Wu.

When Master Da Fang heard this, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, and he nodded with a smile on his face.

Not to mention the discussion between the two on the boat, the fight here is still going on.

The red flying sword shot down like lightning, and was about to pierce into the river. There was a "rumbling" sound from the river below, and a thick water column rose into the sky. Its speed was also extremely fast, not slower than the red flying sword. The two were fierce Crash together.

With a "chila" sound, the thick water column was cut in half, but the red flying sword was also knocked back.

The purple-robed Taoist priest looked a little ugly. He attacked with his sword, but was blocked by a water column. He was so embarrassed that he stretched out two fingers to point at the meteor sword. . .

The Meteor Sword actually spun on its own like a wheel, emitting a red light that expanded suddenly, and then immediately shrank.

The sword light shrank and expanded, and countless slender red threads suddenly shot out, covering the area dozens of feet below it, and even emitted a harsh scream, which was extremely powerful.

However, the people in Hanoi below did not show weakness. Blue light flashed on the surface of the river, and then a loud "chichi" sound broke through the air. Countless blue light filaments burst out from the river, but they were blue water needles, densely packed and unknown. How much, collided with the red sword threads falling all over the sky.

I saw countless large and small light groups appearing in mid-air, and they were in a stalemate for a while.

"This is the Qianyu Needle Technique! But how come it is so powerful that it can actually block the Wansi Sword Technique of fellow martial artist!" Master Da Fang on the boat looked surprised.

The young man surnamed Wu lost his complacency and did not bother to look at the girl surnamed Li again. There was a hint of worry in his expression.

The red sword thread is formed by the illusion of sword light. It has its end, and its momentum quickly weakens.

However, the water needles below continued to shoot out. Instead of exhausting, they became denser and denser. They immediately gained the upper hand and pushed the sword back step by step.

"Seeking death!" The purple-robed Taoist priest was furious. He drew back his flying sword with a hand, and his whole body glowed red.

Groups of red fire clouds flew out of his body, forming a fire cloud more than ten feet in size in the blink of an eye, submerging his body in it.

A scorching high temperature emanated from the fire cloud, and dense water needles flew towards it. But as soon as they pierced the fire cloud, they made a hiss and were instantly evaporated by the high temperature revealed in the cloud.

"Good thief, try my Heaven-Burning Technique!" The purple-robed Taoist's sneer came from the fire cloud. The fire cloud was rolling and about to pounce down.

But at this moment, a cold snort came from the water, containing a trace of anger, and the surrounding void rumbled, and an overwhelming water force came from all directions.

The water energy in the void around the fire cloud instantly became so thick that it seemed like substance. The air in this space also became extremely heavy, a hundred times heavier than the river water, as if it was instantly transferred from mid-air to the bottom of the ten thousand feet deep sea.

The fire cloud transformed by the purple-robed Taoist priest was imprisoned in the mid-air by this extremely rich power of water element, unable to move, like a fly in amber.

There was a loud "boom", and a water column several feet thick suddenly rose into the sky from the river. Like an angry dragon emerging from the water, it swept in all directions, instantly rushed into the sky dozens of feet high, and struck hard on the fire cloud.

With a "chi-la" sound, the fire cloud of more than ten feet was like a small flame. It was instantly extinguished by the water column and disappeared completely. The blazing high temperature in the cloud was also easily swept away.

The figure of the purple-robed Taoist priest appeared and was blown away, blood spurting out from his mouth.

Everyone on the boat looked shocked when they saw this scene. Only the Taoist Taoist Master was smiling, as if he had known the result for a long time.

A ray of white light shot out from the painting boat, holding the body of the purple-robed Taoist priest, and then a figure appeared, it was the generous master.

"Fellow martial artist, are you okay?" Master Dafang asked with concern.

"It doesn't matter." The purple-robed Taoist priest managed to keep his expression steady, but the panic in his eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

It was only at this moment that he finally understood the gap between himself and the monk at the bottom of the river. That man's control over the power of water element had reached an incredible level, far beyond his imagination. Just now, the other party had been merciful and merciless. If that People tried to kill him, but he had died at least ten times.

"Which master is here, please come out and see me!" Master Dafang saw the purple-robed Taoist's expression in his eyes, and his heart froze. Then he looked down at the river and shouted loudly.

But after the words fell for a long time, there was no movement on the river below, and no one appeared.

Master Da Fang gritted his teeth slightly, pointed his finger, and more than a dozen white lightning bolts shot out, hitting the river surface.

Bang bang bang!

A dozen thick water columns exploded on the river surface, and water splashed everywhere, but there was still no movement at the bottom of the river.

"It seems that the monk has left. It's a pity that such an expert could not get to know him." On the boat, the young man with the golden crown sighed with regret.

"Your Highness, there is no need to feel sorry. You are destined to meet this person, and we will see you again in the future." The Taoist Master said with a smile.

"Is the Imperial Master aware of this person's identity?" The young man with the golden crown raised his eyebrows.

"Don't say it, don't say it. Your Highness will know it when the time comes." The Taoist Master waved his hands repeatedly, then kept silent.

The young man with the Golden Crown was very respectful to the Taoist Master, and it was hard to ask any more questions after seeing this.

The other people on the boat were all descendants of noble officials from the imperial court, and they had also met some people who were cultivating immortals on weekdays. However, they still rarely saw such fierce battles. At this moment, their faces were excited and they were discussing the recent fight enthusiastically.

The girl surnamed Li stared at the river in the distance with a rather strange expression.

"Nineteenth sister, what's wrong with you?" the golden-crowned young man asked.

"It's okay, I just felt a little shocked when I saw the two seniors fighting." The girl surnamed Li shook her head hurriedly.

"It's okay." The golden-crowned young man said.

"How come the cold snort of the man at the bottom of the river just now sounded familiar? Could it be that I have met him before?" the girl surnamed Li thought to herself.

The purple-robed Taoist priest and Master Da Fang flew back, confessing their mistake with shame on their faces and begging for punishment.

The young man with the golden crown did not pursue any further questions and asked the purple-robed Taoist priest to go down and have a good rest. Then he led everyone back to the cabin.

Others were still excitedly discussing the origin of the master at the bottom of the river, and two sons of noble officials even raised the idea of ​​becoming apprentices.

…

At this moment, the master at the bottom of the river was already dozens of miles away.

Shen Luozheng was dressed in a green shirt, standing on the pure Yang sword embryo, flying with the sword.

His eyes were gleaming and he looked extremely energetic. There was a powerful aura rolling around his body, and he had suddenly reached the level of soul condensation.

With the blessing of dream experience and the assistance of the mysterious technique of raising ghosts, he spent many months and finally broke through the bottleneck in one fell swoop and reached the soul-condensing stage.

It's just that after he broke through the realm, he needed to spend some time to stabilize his cultivation, and then he had a brief encounter with the monk. Fortunately, he didn't show up, so he didn't have to worry about exposing his identity.

In fact, his cultivation realm is still not completely stable, otherwise the aura around him would not surge like this, and it would take some time to slowly adapt.

It's just that this kind of warm cultivation requires a stable environment. After thinking about it, he decided to return to Chang'an City.

Now that his strength has greatly increased, and he has many magic weapons and talismans with him, he doesn't have to worry too much about the Treasure Judgment Hall.