It seemed that with a light punch, the woman in purple was embedded in the wall of the gorge. Wang Xianzhi only looked at it and did not chase it. Instead, he jumped back to the ferry. There was still water stains on the deck. The old god didn't need to speak. The ferry continued to move forward. No one on the boat dared to approach and whispered. Now purple clothes are popular all over the country. Young women with some beauty in the world like to wear purple skirts and purple skirts. Those who have been mingling on the boat, and they are not sure that the junction of Ziyi is the current leader of the martial arts world. If the woman is Xuanyuan Qingfeng, the owner of the Daxueping Tower, then who else can be the old guy who can beat her into a water dog? The ferry under Wang Xianzhi's feet slowly moved forward. Before passing the gorge, they were getting closer and closer to the brand new tomb. People and the people on the boat were worried.

Wang Xianzhi always looked at her eyes. At the cliff of the mountain gorge, a slight sound of gravel falling from the river came. The loose purple clothes were like living vines and grass after winter. The spring breeze blew again, and it was like water overflowing, "seeping" out of the stone pit. Straws of purple cling to the stone wall, making everyone on the ferry break. Isn't that the woman really the incarnation of the evil dragon that cannot be killed in the Guangling River? A purple woman wrapped in a ball of purple floated out of the tomb, stretched out a palm, and pressed on her mouth, but scarlet blood still seeped out from her fingers. She entered the celestial realm named by Gao Shulu four hundred years ago, and the qi flowed and the weather was very fast. If Zhixuan was only "visible" the "transformation rules" of the world and everything, and then she waited for an opportunity to ask, cut it off or encourage it, then the celestial phenomena could touch the entire vein.

, in order to follow the trend and use the law of heaven and earth, but Gao Shulu once said that the celestial phenomena are the gatekeeper of this courtyard in the human world, and she knows the principle of beating dogs and looking at the owner. Ordinary experts in the realm of celestial phenomena will inevitably be immersed in luck. Han Shengxuan deliberately stopped at Zhixuan for his whole life, which is that human cats kill first-class experts in the world, and can be more unscrupulous. Xuanyuan Qingfeng used the original method of the ancestor Xuanyuan Dapan of Gu Niujiang to crazily absorb the cultivation and energy of others to fill his strength. Almost all the veteran masters in Huishan died suddenly for no reason. She would go down the mountain secretly every month to find fresh food. This is no longer a helpless act of a rabbit not eating grass beside the nest, but a helpless act of no grass beside the nest. Xuanyuan Qingfeng is like a female Pixiu, traveling further and further along this roadside.

Her graceful figure floated on the broken mountain wall. The unrestrained fluttering of the large-sleeved purple clothes did not reduce her grace, but instead added the mysterious color of her martial arts leader. Wang Xianzhi's punch smashed the "first breath". During this period of time the ferry was moving forward, she gave her the opportunity to "get angry again". In fact, Xuanyuan Qingfeng had already raised his energy to chase a sleeve of green dragon at the bottom of the Guangling River. At that time, she had two ways to go. After breaking the sleeve of qi, she avoided its sharp edge and hid honestly at the bottom of the river. However, she still let her qi pull the iron cable out of the river, almost resisting Wang Xianzhi's punch. Seeing her swaying from the tomb at this time, she was going to fight again? As expected, while the ferry had not yet entered the mountain gorge, Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at Wang Xianzhi's side and stretched out a hand forward.

Wang Xianzhi's figure standing proudly at the bow flashed away, and the ferry under his feet looked like a stern arrow, which suddenly split the river and quickly crashed into the mountain gorge. The ferrymen who were inverted and crooked obviously had no chance to see the peak battle of Liyang martial arts. Xuanyuan Qingfeng pressed his hands down, and his figure floated dozens of feet against the cliff. Wang Xianzhi followed him like a shadow, and first stepped on the outer edge of the hole, and then walked onto the purple "walk" up the mountain wall. Xuanyuan Qingfeng pulled his hands and countless dark iron chains hidden at the foot of the cliff climbed the rocks, gathered up and twisted together.

Crazyly chasing the back of the burly old man. Wang Xianzhi, whose feet were sliding on the mountain wall, ignored the large black iron snake behind him. Xuanyuan Qingfeng knocked his arms back and his five fingers drilled into the stone wall, like a purple gecko nail attached to the wall. The purple clothes hit the mountain and suddenly spread out. Then, in an instant, covered his master's body, wrapped it into a large, airtight cocoon, spitting thousands of silk threads, using iron ropes to force Wang Xianzhi to come out, and then used silk to pursue the unique trajectory of Wang Xianzhi's qi flowing. The bright red silk and the black iron rope quickly intersected, trying their best to crush Wang Xianzhi's deep in it.

This is a trap that covers the sky and the sun. Wang Xianzhi is strolling in the garden. As he moves forward, the silk chains continue to explode and roll into the river, causing layers of waves. Wang Xianzhi has no signs of swelling of the energy of ordinary masters, but it has made countless entangled silk iron chains unable to get close to him. The old man walked the other way, restraining most of his momentum, allowing the spider web to hold his body, which is known as the undefeated Vajra of the Buddha, and only revealing a head. First-rate and fourth-level realms, Wang Xianzhi is not the fastest speed. To this day, even if he, the city lord of Wudi, has been the world's number one for a hundred years, he has not won the first three levels of realms. The Vajra realm has the white-clothed monk Li Dangxin.

, , there is Deng Tai'a in Xuan, even if there is no Peach Blossom Sword God, there is still Han Shengxuan, and Cao Changqing in the celestial phenomena. However, Li Chungang, who was in the world of the four great masters, almost won three consecutive years. Except for the Vajra Realm, he lost to the Dragon Tree monk, , , Xuan Tianxiang is the leader of the contemporary world. But this did not prevent Wang Xianzhi from laughing to the end and becoming the only one on the top of martial arts in the past five hundred years. So when Wang Xianzhi deliberately restrained his aura and let Xuanyuan Qingfeng succeed, the Lord of Purple-Yellow Mountain immediately gave up the idea of ​​strangling the old monster, decisively broke out of the cocoon, and continued to levitate upwards. At the same time, the silk iron cable exploded, and the purple-black two-color powder dispersed around. The entire cliff began to shake violently under the huge impact of the fog.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's purple clothes are no longer as purple as it is. The robe that is more "seamless" than the best weaver work in the royal weaving bureau has become four or five points lighter in the color.

I saw Wang Xianzhi still walking up the mountain wall, neither fast nor slow, just like Xuanyuan Qingfeng's rising speed was slightly faster. Wang Xianzhi actually had the leisure and elegant time to chat, and his tone was plain, "The world's martial arts are divided into art, Lu Zu carried the way of heaven on his shoulders, I sincerely admired it. The swordsmanship after Li Chungang, withered talents, and the word Deng Tai'a's walking technique can also catch my eyes. A burden of Taoism, which used to fall on Cao Changqing's shoulders, has never been able to escape the ancient stalemates in recent years."

"Xuanyuan Qingfeng, your cultivation level is just a mirage, without huge waves, and it will disappear as soon as the wind blows. When you meet ordinary people outside of martial arts, you can scare them a few more times. I originally thought you were a woman, and martial arts practice is not easy..."

Ziyi suddenly stopped and stepped back, and said sternly: "Woman? So what about a woman?"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng also stepped on the cliff with his feet. She and Wang Xianzhi were like stepping on the mirror on the same side, colliding head-on.

She smashed her fists, and Wang Xianzhi, who was carrying one hand, let her hit her shoulder. She gently punched her "click" the woman's eyebrows. Wang Xianzhi didn't move at all, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't have much turmoil. She just threw her head back with a slight magnitude. The biggest movement was the mountain wall under the two feet, tearing out an increasingly obvious crack. As Xuanyuan Qingfeng's head shook, her sleeves were also twisted, revealing two pink and tender wrists, but this whiteness was red,

It is not the tempting thing that a woman is born with beauty, but a pathological situation. The blood under her snow-white skin flows in a form visible to the naked eye. A person without bones will have to give up. The "green edge" of the Lord of Huishan Mountain is too far away. In order to absorb the internal strength of external cultivation and endure the counterattack of the masters who died at her hands, she did not hesitate to melt her body into a lively molten pool, melt others and herself.

Wang Xianzhi naturally had already recognized the foundation of this crazy woman, and had no sympathy. Seeing that she was not alive, she suddenly exerted force with her forehead, knocking back the ridiculous martial arts leader for more than ten feet. He stepped to the opposite side of Xuanyuan Qingfeng, twisting her slender neck compared to the man. Wang Xianzhi, who always held her back with one hand, grabbed the body, and swung her body, and slightly accumulated momentum, let go of her five fingers, and threw the woman in purple to a height of more than ten feet above the top of the gorge wall. Wang Xianzhi continued to step upwards,

With the hand behind him, a water pillar drew water from the river and soared into the sky. If later generations mentioned it, it would probably be called a Guangling sword. The scabbard was Guangling River, and the sword body was the river. Wang Xianzhi's green dragon sleeve was indefinitely. At this time, the old man would use this water sword that jumped over his head to penetrate the stubborn woman's body and nail it to the air. This fresh way of death, which was revealed in public, is worthy of her current identity and her courage to fight to the death.

The water sword was incredibly exerted, and rushed up rapidly along the cliff, and indeed hit the purple-clothed woman with a disintegrating energy. However, this water sword as thick as a well did not pierce Xuanyuan Qingfeng's body, but was blocked by a fuzzy ivory white mist. The mist was spreading in a fan shape. The water sword was like a needle pricked on the mirror of the bronze mirror. The mist gradually disappeared. Wang Xianzhi, who was walking upward, did not have the patience and raised his hand. The water column was instantly from the well entrance.

The size of the water town in Jiangnan has expanded to the size of the patio, which is the gateway to the water town of Jiangnan. This is not the vulgar scene of a needle-punching the mirror, but the vulgar scene of a sledgehammer smashing the mirror. This is not only that several water columns of the same size were pulled by the qi that Wang Xianzhi picked up, stirring out of the water surface and rushing towards the sky. Each dragon from the water also contains Wang Xianzhi's abundant aura. With the cliff as a line, the water column circulates an arc and a half, and just hits the fog.

Wang Xianzhi walked to the top of the cliff, raised her head and sneered. No wonder this woman was so rebellious that someone gave her or lent her a piece of national destiny.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's life was hanging on a thread, but he did not wait for death. He stood up on the mirror with difficulty, holding a sword in his hands, pointing his sword tip down, pointing directly to Wang Xianzhi's head on his neck!

The luck of the jade seal transferred to her began to rotate, pulled away from the mirror, and condensed on her "hands" and "sword".

Xuanyuan Qingfeng shouted angrily.

Press down with both hands.

The first dragon water sword was shattered in an instant, and the water columns that originally hit the mirror were also implicated by this sword energy. They turned against each other and followed the invisible sword energy and smashed Wang Xianzhi's head together.

Wang Xianzhi sneered gently, how could some lucky rice grains compete with the sun and the moon?

The warrior no longer carried his hands behind his back. His hands were hooked with five fingers. He slid out a few inches on the ground on the top of the cliff, and his knees were slightly bent.

This is probably the first real move by the lord of Wudi City.

After Xuanyuan Qingfeng's sword, he lost everything. He maintained the strange posture of holding the sword and could only wait for death.

Wang Xianzhi jumped up instantly, and the entire cliff top was pressed down several feet high. Without waiting for the sound of noise from the bottom of the cliff, the majestic aura that poured out from top to bottom had already taken the lead in repelling the Guangling waves that hit the mountain wall.

Whether it is the sword energy or the water column, it is neither blocked nor smashed, or even like losing its target and smashing it on the already precarious cliff.

However, Wang Xianzhi had already arrived at the head of the woman in purple and smashed the woman who was ignorant of her life to the top of the mountain, falling to the distant river.

It seemed like a punch, but before Xuanyuan Qingfeng's body fell into Guangling River, the purple color stopped several times in the air. A loud thunder sound followed, and the purple air dissipated and then faded.

Wang Xianzhi seemed not satisfied with the dying struggle that she should have in the celestial realm.

The old man held up his left palm and slapped the purple shirt that was about to rush into the river again, and punched his right hand hard at the body as big as a fingernail in the distance.

The unparalleled fist was almost like a white rainbow, tearing apart the sky and hitting the dying purple-clothed man who had already been hovering.
Chapter completed!