The first taboo of the heavens

Chapter 83 The Monk Is Here
At this moment, Zuo Lengchan was running the sword light, the sword intent was transformed into a shape, and the momentum was magnificent, but it was broken by Xu Zifan.

In the hall, the heroes were shocked. Zuo Lengchan's swordsmanship was strong and domineering. No one in the room thought that he could be compared.

But he is such a powerful person, and he is still a top expert in the world, but he is still no match for that "Huashan Sword Demon" Xu Zifan.

"How strong is this Huashan disciple's martial arts?" All the heroes were shocked.

"It's simply unfathomable!"

"It's almost the same without invincibility?"

……

At this time, everyone was amazed at the strength Xu Zifan showed. Although he was an enemy, he also admired his martial arts cultivation, and their hearts were shaken.

At this moment, Zuo Lengchan was even more horrified and his face was solemn. He knew that he was absolutely invincible, but deep in his eyes, there was a hint of madness revealed.

The sword light danced, opened and closed, and the momentum was magnificent. Zuo Lengchan kept the sword technique in his hands, and the sword intent changed shape, which condensed his supreme understanding of kendo.

The white mist was flowing, the ice was extremely cold, and the Bingzhen Qi internal power was running wildly. At this time, Zuo Lengchan's internal strength was running to the extreme, and the whole body's internal breath was churning, exuding a icy cold aura.

At this time, there were actually snowflakes forming and falling in the two-meter radius around him.

In the entire hall, the ice quickly cooled down, and the tea spilled on the ground had frozen. At this time, the heroes stepped back a distance of ten feet again, and the gas they exhaled at this time turned into white mist.

Bingzhen Qi, according to legend, was created by Zuo Lengchan. It is from yin to cold. It is a very unique martial art in the world of Xiaoao Jianghu. It is a wonderful and wonderful method.

At this moment, Zuo Lengchan's whole body rolled with his inner breath, turning his icy infuriating energy to the extreme. The white cold mist all over his body made him feel cold and ruthless and hazy.

Zuo Lengchan was running the sword light with one hand, fighting against Xu Zifan in kendo, but he was losing ground, and he had no strength to fight, so he was obviously lost.

At this moment, Zuo Lengchan looked at Xu Zifan, seeing the ease and ease between the opponent's sword movement, obviously he hadn't done his best, and there was even a hint of admiration in the opponent's eyes.

"Roar!"

Zuo Lengchan was extremely angry and let out a roar. As a generation of heroic overlord, how could he accept such a result? At this moment, the madness in the depths of his eyes was even more astonishing.

brush!brush!brush!
At this time, the other hand was swiping in the air according to an inexplicable trajectory. During the wave, the power of frost condensed on this hand, and white ice crystals appeared. Then, the internal breath of the whole body was flowing, and it passed through the muscles and veins of the arm. , and gather towards this hand.

Sen Han's breath now permeates the entire hall, Zuo Lengchan's arm seems to have turned into an ice sculpture at this time, especially that hand, which now gathers more and more icy infuriating energy, and it turns out to be somewhat transparent. When he got up, it was like jade, crystal clear, but it was covered with icy white mist, a little ethereal, and a little mysterious. The most special thing was that there was a kind of freezing mysterious power flowing.

The heroes were terrified at the moment. They were a few feet away, and they could feel the horror of Zuo Lengchan's hand at this moment. , you can freeze all things, and no one can resist.

At this moment, there were snowflakes floating in the entire hall, and a cold wind was blowing, whistling, and the snowflakes danced wildly. As Zuo Lengchan's hand waved, the wind gathered into a vortex, and that hand became the center of the vortex. , extremely cold, extremely cold.

At a certain moment, the wind stopped, and the white fog around Zuo Lengchan also faded, but the whole hall became even colder. At this time, there was an inexplicable sense of oppression, which was very depressing, making people feel like falling into an ice cave, like falling into hell .

And the source of all this is a hand of Zuo Lengchan. At this moment, the white frost on his arm has also disappeared, but that hand is like a piece of transparent jade, like a work of art, crystal clear, with white mist around It flows, hazy, and looks mysterious and extraordinary.

brush!
The figure of Zuo Lengchan dancing the sword retreated, and the sword light stopped in his hand, but his other hand, like ice jade at this time, exuded a chilly and soul-stirring aura, placed in front of his chest, palm facing out, white on top. The fog is flowing, and there is a faint white cold light flashing, which is very mysterious.

As for Xu Zifan, when Zuo Lengchan flew back and retreated, he did not pursue him, the sword light in his hand stopped, and the light curtain of the sword net around him gradually disappeared. mystery.

At this moment, he looked at Zuo Lengchan's palm like ice jade, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he had some kind of conjecture in his heart.

At this time, the Songshan faction was stationed on the Shengguan Peak Mountain Road. At this time, a group of people kept silent and galloped.

At this time, the weather was in August, and the sun was scorching hot. These people were walking on the steep mountain roads, but they seemed to be walking on the ground, and the speed was fast. Not a single person even sweated. It can be seen that these people are highly skilled people.

I saw three people at the head, all white brows and beards, wearing pale yellow monk robes, bare heads, and a few ring scars, obviously monks.

These three people have a strong aura around them, like a deep sea, unfathomable, and they are all super masters standing in a peerless realm, not under Zuo Lengchan.

One of them, the skin on his face is as ruddy as a baby, his white eyebrows are about a foot long and very shiny, his spirit is vigorous, and he walks like a tiger.

The other person has a dry body and thin bones, but his body is full of blood, which is very pressing. His body is burning like a divine furnace. The most striking thing is his hands, which are more than twice the size of ordinary people. The joints are thick and strong. Powerful and calloused, it can be seen that the kung fu on his palms is very good.

The last old man holds a long knife in his hand. Although he is a monk, his face has a fierce color. There is a long scar slashing across his face, which sets off his fierce image. People give people a sharp and domineering aura, like a peerless heavenly knife, with a sharp edge.

And behind the three, there are also monks. There are 18 people in total. Each of them is naked from the upper body, with bulging muscles, strong and powerful, and the bronze skin shines with a metallic luster in the sun, just like a golden Arhat descended into the world, full of masculinity. , giving people a great sense of oppression, and each of these monks holds a wrought iron rod about ten feet long in their hands, walking and running, like the wind blowing, their figures are like thunder and lightning, extremely fast.

Not long after, these people had arrived at the Songshan faction station, and one of the three leaders took out a token from their arms and held it up.

Inside the main hall, behind Xu Zifan, Liu Jing and Qu Feiyan, watching Xu Zifan blocking dozens of masters with their own power, were shocked, looking at the figure shrouded in purple mist in front of them, the beautiful eyes twitched, The reverence is beyond words.

At this moment, Zuo Lengchan looked at Xu Zifan with a solemn expression, and said, "Junior Xu is indeed a genius, and his realm in kendo is far beyond me! However, I haven't lost yet, here is a palm, see if you can take it. Down?"

After Zuo Lengchan finished speaking, his chest was covered with a white cold mist, like an ice jade palm, and slowly pushed out in the direction of Xu Zifan, the speed was very slow, as if pushing out this palm, exhausted his whole body strength.

(End of this chapter)