Just as Zhang Xinyi attacked the three guardians of Jingnian Zen Temple with one blow, Shi Feixuan, who was sitting cross-legged in a small building made of green bamboo several miles away, suddenly felt a strong palpitation, his brow frowned slightly on his smooth forehead, and his right hand seemed to unconsciously brush across the Sekong Sword beside his knees.

"Faixuan, your heart is in chaos." On the grass ball opposite her, there was an old man with a tall crown and a wide belt, with five long beards, an elegant and simple face, and wearing a wide brocade robe. His body, which was taller than ordinary people, was as majestic as a mountain, and he was concentrating on his mind and examining for a long time, with a very elegant hermit.

With a light sound, the old man fell a black piece and just slaughtered the opponent's big dragon. The chess is clear and the winner is decided.

Shi Feixuan also sighed lightly and said sadly: "Since Master Likong died unexpectedly, Feixuan's sword heart has never been quiet."

"Yang Gong Treasure House!"

Because Yang Gong’s treasure house unexpectedly appeared in the world, Shi Feixuan, the descendant of Cihang Jingzhai, had to be born early, and Likong died unexpectedly and lacked high-end combat power, which led to the help of the old man in front of him.

"The group of murderers who killed Master Kong seemed to know that the Heshi Bi was snatched by Feixuan many times. Fortunately, the four masters tried to save it to each other, so that they could get the Heshi Bi together without any damage." Shi Feixuan's eyes showed sadness and pity for the heavens and the others, because the Heshi Bi was related to the great cause of competition and the welfare of the people. Even if her life was sacrificed, she would definitely not be lost.

The old man, also known as the Sanren Ning Daoqi, one of the three great masters in the world, had a strange light in his eyes and said slowly: "Some day ago, a large number of mysterious masters suddenly appeared in the Central Plains. These people all have unknown origins and are familiar with the various secrets in the world. Even the Yang Gong Treasure House and the Heshi Bi, which are related to the world's general trend, are well aware of the back of their hands. No matter what method is used, they cannot tell their origins. It is really amazing."

"Can you tell me why this is?" Ning Daoqi is worthy of being known as the number one master in the Central Plains and one of the three great masters. Without having to exhale, what he said happened to fall into the ears of a visitor who stepped forward...

The pagodas are standing in the mountains, the Gita is depressed, and the dust falls silently.

Zhang Xinyi walked away slowly. Behind him were monks of Jingnian Zen Temple scattered all over the ground. There was a thin sword hole in the middle of all the bald heads, and there was still a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Among the monks, only those who were not angry were lucky enough to survive, but their qi and veins were dispersed, all their martial arts were lost, and their faces were extremely decayed. They sat cross-legged and recited scriptures in a low voice to save the dead.

Therefore, when Zhang Xinyi stepped into the green bamboo building within a hundred feet, he heard such a question full of natural meaning.

After putting his hands on his back, Zhang Xinyi walked towards the garden like a garden, and smiled slightly and said, "The Taoist priest's words are really interesting. Since these people have unknown origins, why do you think I will know their information?"

He spoke leisurely, and a clear voice came into the bamboo house.

Ning Daoqi laughed silently, caressed his long beard, and said to Shi Feixuan, who looked solemn, "After the guests, we should welcome you, as the masters."

The two of them stood up and walked out of the building slowly. Zhang Xinyi also felt his eyes lit up. Both the old and the young were outstanding in appearance, with outstanding temperament and elegant temperament.

Ning Daoqi was wearing a brocade robe, with five long beards blowing gently in the wind, with a tall crown and wide belt, and a straight cheek with a strong face like a jade-like face. The most eye-catching thing is a pair of hidden belts that are meaningless to fight against the world, which is transmitted through the world and comes out of the world, and conforms to the mysterious Taoist rhyme of nature, making people yearn for and respect at first sight.

As for Shi Feixuan, the successor of Cihang Jingzhai, beside him, he is a classical beauty with a peerless appearance and figure. Her beauty is a kind of innocence that transcends the world's gaze. She is wearing a long light green robe that blows in the wind, and she is indescribable and elegant. Looking down at the clear stream, her cheeks are perfect, like a kind of spiritual energy of heaven and earth, like a goddess on the banks of Luoshui Lake.

Zhang Xinyi was used to seeing beautiful women and beauties, and he couldn't help but feel a stunning feeling, giving birth to the first time he wanted to fully possess a certain woman.

The three of them met their eyes and instantly crossed a hundred feet away. This young man with a leisurely and lazy expression also made the two of them feel a wonderful feeling.

Shi Feixuan felt the strong smell of blood on his body. The familiar smell made her face slightly change, and she did not see the masters of Jingnian Zen Temple appearing, and she felt a strong feeling of uneasiness.

Corresponding to her was Ning Daoqi's extremely solemn and serious expression, which exuded a strong and extremely threatening feeling throughout his body. This feeling was only felt by a few people in the world, but it was not as strong as this person.

Because Xin Nian Buheng waited for the safety of several masters, Shi Feixuan couldn't help but ask, "Where are the four masters now?"

Ning Daoqi couldn't help but sigh quietly when he heard this, because he saw the smell of death on the other party.

The ending of the monks in Jingnian Zen Temple was decided the moment this person came here.

Zhang Xinyi calmly stepped up the Baishi stairs, stepped onto the platform, and reached the abbot in front of the two of them, and said lightly: "The great monks, please be kind and get kindness, and you should be happy for them as soon as possible."

As soon as these words were spoken, the two elite pillars of the righteous path ahead changed their colors. Ning Doqi shook his head and sighed with a sad look.

Shi Feixuan pulled out the beautiful empty sword with a "sonochorrent" sound. The sword light raised, but cut off a strand of his hair, his eyes drooped, and said in an extremely indifferent tone: "You brothers died because of Feixuan. Feixuan's hair was cut off today and their sacrifice will not be in vain."

Ning Daoqi sighed again, and for the first time he showed sad and concerned expressions, "Faixuan, why are you here?"

Cihang Jingzhai has always regarded entering the world and leaving the world as the highest criterion. Shi Feixuan was originally a person outside the country. This trip to the mountain was to choose a wise and virtuous emperor for the world, helping him to win the Sui Dynasty. After completing his mission, he would return to the master's sect and comprehend the way of heaven.

But as soon as she said this today, it completely violated her original intention of being born, and she would inevitably become unwilling to this turbid and turbid trend, and would no longer have the previous transcendent intention.

Or they can kill demons and eliminate sins, or they can eat them by demons.

This man killed the monk masters of Jingnian Zen Temple with one force. His magical power was even more powerful than the evil demon of the evil king Shi Zhixuan back then.

"If this person is not eliminated, the Central Plains martial arts world will be in danger from now on." Ning Daoqi's eyes emitted awe-inspiring murderous intent for the first time. A Shi Zhixuan had already disturbed the Central Plains martial arts world. He would never allow another evil king to be born.

As soon as this thought came out, the extremely solemn aura spread throughout the field. The swaying bamboos around him also stopped under this aura, and the stars and moons in the sky were also dim. This feeling was extremely strange and difficult to explain and cannot be described.

"Bang!"

Zhang Xinyi clapped his hands and smiled, "Okay! That's what it should be! I'm about to learn the tricks of the scattered people."

This clapping, whether intentional or unintentional, happened to be stuck at the strongest momentum of Ning Doqi, which was the strongest and weakest. Ning Doqi knew very well that if he did not take action at this moment, his momentum would be swelling thousands of miles away and he would lose all the opportunities.

"Hahaha! It's up to you." Ning Doqi laughed loudly, rushed forward, as if he was rushing, as if he was slow and fast. At the same time, his hands were like two evil eagles, flying and chasing each other, and countless pecking shadows were transformed, as if he had sacrificed a net of heaven and earth, and vowed to kill all his prey.

"This is the Bashizhang Eight Pounce? OK! It's amazing!" Zhang Xinyi exerted his energy and was full of glorious energy. He stabbed Ning Daoqi with a move of "Yinxu Sword".

A Tai Chi atmosphere burst out from Ning Daoqi's body, and the bird in his right hand pecked and pointed at Zhang Xinyi's sword and hit him head-on!

With a desperate battle with Jue Wuhua, Ning Daoqi's Tai Chi atmosphere was torn and broken!

"Yinxu Sword" was created by Zhang Xinyi's new "Six-Meridian Divine Sword" and other magical secrets. It was included in the sword technique chapter of "The Emperor's Shocking Times". It seems feminine, but in fact it is strong and fierce, and is the best at attacking difficulties. Just now, the monks in Jingnian Zen Temple died under the sword pointing along the way.

However, Ning Daoqi's martial arts are incomparable to those monks who are about to collapse.

"Hiss!" The mysterious skill was nine turns, and one breath was achieved. Ning Daoqi took a breath, and the bird pecked in his left hand was erratic, and Chao Zhang Xinyi poked away.

Zhang Xinyi's right hand was turned out, and the middle finger and index finger were combined. The same "Yinxu Sword" was exactly pointing in the center of Ning Daoqi's bird pecking. The time, location, and strength were grasped to the peak.

"Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi..." The next moment, the golden light burst out, and the violent energy rolled wildly from the intersection, flowing across the four outsides, with an amazing momentum.

After two moves, the two of them also knew each other's martial arts. What is amazing is that Yi Ning Daoqi, one of the three great masters in the world, fell slightly at a disadvantage in the first short fight, and seemed to be unable to defeat this young master with a mysterious origin.

"What a deep internal force! What a mysterious move! What a perfect martial arts artistic conception!" Three consecutive praises came from the mouth of Sanren Ning Daoqi, indicating his complete recognition of the opponent of the same level in front of him.

Zhang Xinyi was amazed: "Your Excellency is also very good."

Arrogant! But it's natural.

If Ning Daoqi is a Taoist scattered person who is free and has unfathomable martial arts, then Zhang Xinyi is a world-class demon god who comes from another world and is about to cause trouble in the world.

Can man stop God?

Ning Doqi was not sure of winning the result of this battle for the first time after his debut. He changed his previous leisurely and natural style and finally fully utilized his skills to do his best for nearly a hundred years. Tai Chi atmosphere was reorganized and reappeared under the urging of Ning Doqi.

Shi Feixuan's expression changed drastically, and it was the first time she saw Ning Daoqi showing such a serious expression. It was because with her current skills, she could not fully see the mystery of the two moves just now. She only knew that this person's magic skills were far beyond her imagination.

Ning Daoqi suddenly straightened his body, his robe and sleeves were all windless, his beards and eyebrows were all open, and his form became powerful and without waves. Compared with Zhang Xinyi, who was like a demon god, he jumped out and made mysterious changes that were beyond any description.

His hands seemed to suddenly become big rocs hanging down from the clouds, and the object they were preying on was the demon god who came to the world.

Until the moment when the two pecks came, Zhang Xinyi moved away, swept his sword quickly, and the two birds attacked like their majesty were damaged, which kicked off the fierce battle. (To be continued...)

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