Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　Those who can break through to the Dao Profound Realm will not be bad whether it is talent or chance.

　　They naturally have the capital to be proud of, because there is no one in the world who can reach their realm.

　　But at this moment, they just felt that they were just a small boat in the vast sea.

　　Maybe the next bigger wave will be able to bury them here forever.

　　This feeling made them extremely flustered and uneasy.

　　They clenched their weapons.

　　True Yuan gushed out unconsciously, surrounding his body.

　　The top of the mountain was immediately shrouded by the dazzling light of true essence, plus the faint clouds and mists that had not dissipated, it was like a fairyland on earth for a while.

　　Yan Yin was no longer so confident.

　　The cold and indifferent pupil revealed surprise and a touch of panic.

　　She looked at the figure of the young man in front of her, and her heart was filled with incomprehensible puzzlement.

　　Such a vast breath.

　　Such a unique aura.

　　How could it be possible for such a young teenager to have?

　　She hesitated: "Who are you?"

　　Zhu Hao ignored her, his eyes still flat.

　　She was a little flustered for no reason.

　　She narrowed her eyes slightly and stretched out her palm.

　　The plain white sleeves slipped down slightly, revealing two white wrists.

　　The whole body is agitated with real energy, and the clothes are buzzing. With its unique face and appearance, it is really like a fairy.

　　She stepped lightly under her feet, and her figure disappeared in place.

　　Go straight to Zhu Hao.

　　The air in front of him swayed, and a snow-white figure came along with the fragrant wind.

　　A palm appeared in Zhu Hao's eyes.

　　White and tender as jade, every palm pattern seems to be the most exquisite masterpiece.

　　The bright brilliance flashed on the palm of his hand, like a treasure in the world.

　　Anyone who sees such a hand will be subconsciously insane, and will have the idea of ​​​​holding this hand in his hand and playing with it.

　　Zhu Hao narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed: "Yihua Palace, it really is a place rich in beauty!"

　　The natural beauty of the country, coupled with the peculiar effects of Mingyu Gong, and the constant nourishment of profound internal skills, make any palace master of Yihua Palace a beautiful woman of peerless elegance.

　　Even if the white-haired man in front of him is really old (cgdg), he is Zhu Hao's ancestor.

　　But if it is put on the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that the legend of the fairy descending to the world will still spread, and it is many times stronger than the daughters of the noble families.

　　But he only sighed for a while.

　　The palm got closer and closer, and an icy tingling sensation also emerged.

　　Yan Yin is also an existence who has cultivated Mingyu Gong to the limit.

　　Her Frost True Essence is only not weaker than Xichi.

　　At this moment, Zhu Hao's clothes were covered with frost.

　　The palm was still falling, about to touch his forehead.

　　Everyone held their breath.

　　Ximen Chuixue subconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword, thinking if it was him who faced the palm, whether he could take it.

　　After a few breaths, his face turned pale.

　　No matter what he thought, it was impossible to avoid this palm.

　　Once the palm power contained in it burst out in his body, he would definitely die.

　　The cultivation of the former Palace Master of Huagong—I am afraid that it has surpassed the peak of Daoxuan!

　　Moreover, she has already learned!

　　Even if this seemingly straight palm, it actually contains countless subtle changes.

　　Not only did it block all the space for Zhu Hao to evade, but also integrated his own way into it.

　　The so-called return to nature, nothing more than that!

　　This is the real, half-step immortal, great master!

　　Suddenly, it snowed in the sky.

　　Winter in Yihua Palace is always short and there is very little snow.

　　Now, it's not the season for snow.

　　But these snowflakes fluttered one after another, as if someone was standing on the sky and splashed it directly.

　　Don't give people a little time to prepare.

　　The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped countless times.

　　A row of ice flowers suddenly appeared behind Yan Yin, and it was the trajectory that she took this step and galloped towards...

　　At first glance, it seemed that her own afterimage was frozen by the chill.

　　Everyone was suffocated by the sudden cold snap.

　　The body could not help but shivered.

　　Lips are a little whitish.

　　But the light in his eyes grew hotter.

　　There was excitement, anticipation, and naturally the worry that belonged to Huang Xuemei.

　　Xi Chi also stared at this scene closely.

　　But her mood was complicated and disturbed.

　　She always felt that everything would not be so smooth and simple, and the consequences must be something she was unwilling to bear.

　　Under everyone's attention, the palm was close to Zhu Hao's forehead.

　　boom!

　　The violent real essence raged, and the ice and snow turned into a storm.

　　In front of him, he couldn't see clearly at all.

　　I saw two figures covered in ice and snow flying upside down and crashing into the mountain stream.

　　One of the bright red is so conspicuous.

　　"Old Palace Master won?" The excitement on the faces of Yihua Palace's gatekeepers gradually bloomed.

　　To them, there is no suspense.

　　Whether it's because of his strength against Yan Yin or the last scene he just saw.

　　At such a close distance, such a palm slapped on the forehead in such a deadly position.

　　There is absolutely no one person in this world who can stand it.

　　Especially... that the ninth prince of the Ming Dynasty did not even make a single act of resistance from beginning to end.

　　"Mostly I was stunned by the face of the old palace master, and even forgot to resist!"

　　"You really overestimate him!"

　　"No matter how strong he is, he is still just a young man with strong blood. How can he resist the charm of the old palace master?"

　　"Yeah, in this world, there is no man who can ignore her beauty, not in the past, and naturally not in the future!"

　　Listening to the conversation of the old women, Huang Xuemei flashed a sullen look in her eyes, and scolded: "Shut up!"

　　The sudden roar shocked the old ladies.

　　Immediately, he recovered and sneered: "She's a good girl, why can't you want to go with him?"

　　"Your master has fallen, are you still showing your prestige?"

　　"Forget it, I watched a few battles today, and my old body is also itchy. I will teach you how to respect the old and love the young for your master!" After the words were finished, one of the old women stopped with a cane, and the whole person disappeared.

　　When it reappeared, the crutches carried the howling wind and went straight to Huang Xuemei's chest.

　　It is rich in true essence, and once it hits it, it will either die or be severely injured.

　　Huang Xuemei raised her eyebrows and snorted softly.

　　Instead of retreating, he advanced, his True Yuan wrapped around like a drizzle, and slapped the attacking stick fiercely.

　　Ping Pong Pong!

　　For a while, the dull banging sound continued.

　　The air waves caused by the collision of real essence rolled around, sweeping through countless ice and snow.

　　boom!

　　The two figures backed away respectively, and the face of the old woman in Yihuagong was full of surprise.

　　She has practiced for more than [-] years, and she can't get the slightest advantage from a girl in her twenties or thirties!

　　Huang Xuemei jumped high and landed lightly on a turquoise stone.

　　Remove the guqin after itself.

　　His momentum suddenly soared.

　　"The Remains of the Great Road - The Song of Suppressing Demons!".