The first taboo of the heavens

Chapter 85 Great War

The hand placed on Zuo Lengchan's chest was like ice jade, crystal clear and covered with a layer of white cold mist, which looked mysterious and extraordinary. At this time, the palm was outward and slowly pushed out in the direction of Xu Zifan.

boom!
The entire hall began to shake at this moment. The pillars and beams in the hall were shaking, rumbling, and the dust on it was rustling.

This palm has not yet been played, but just pushed forward. At this time, the surrounding vision has been revealed, not only the hall is shaking, but the temperature in the entire hall has dropped again at this time. From the outside, the entire hall is covered with buildings. A layer of hoarfrost, a white mist rising.

At this moment, the heroes were horrified, and they all fled from the hall and withdrew to the outside, but they still circled around and paid attention to the situation in the hall.

Now the hall is like an ice hell, the air is shaking, as if the ice and snow devil is about to come, the momentum is amazing, disturbing, and makes people feel very depressed.

"Hey... it's so cold!"

Liu Jing, Qu Feiyan, and Tian Boguang seemed to be in a harsh winter at the moment, and the breath they exhaled instantly turned into a white cold mist.

At this time, they looked in the direction of the left shiver, fear flashed in their eyes, and then looked at the figure wrapped in purple mist standing in front of them, and their hearts gradually calmed down.

At this moment, Mu Gaofeng gradually put his hand on the hilt of the sword on his waist, a strange red light flashed in his eyes, and the aura around his body was extremely evil, giving people a gloomy feeling.

boom!
The purple mist was surging and surging, and the purple mist around Xu Zifan was flowing, expanding, and diffused out, shrouding Liu Jing and Qu Feiyan behind him.

At this moment, Qu Feiyan and Liu Jing only felt a warm aura surrounding her, and the whole body gradually warmed up and no longer felt cold.

At this moment, Zuo Lengchan's cold ice true qi has reached its limit, and all the energy in the whole body is pouring into the palm that is as crystal clear as ice jade, surrounded by white mist, slowly pushing out, the speed is very slow, during this process In the middle, there is the power of frost condensing, from yin to cold, and the frost is biting, driving the temperature in the entire hall to drop rapidly. At this moment, Zuo Lengchan's forehead is oozing with sweat, but it quickly turned into ice slag.

After pushing half a foot away, Zuo Lengchan seemed to have reached a limit, his face was pale, but there was a sense of pride and joy on his face.

Then he suddenly looked at Xu Zifan, his eyes were like knives, extremely sharp, extremely cold, the air seemed to freeze at this moment, and then he slowly opened his mouth and shouted word by word: "Cold... ice God... palm!" The voice was cold, domineering, full of ruthless cold-blooded feeling.

At this moment, outside the main hall, a group of monks headed by three old monks had arrived. Induction, you know that he is a peerless master, not under Zuo Lengchan.

Looking at the other 18 people, all of them are tall, strong, and far beyond ordinary people. Their bronze-colored skin shone with a metallic luster in the sun, and they were as majestic as a golden arhat. , come out alone, the skill is by no means inferior to any of them.

Looking at the arrival of such a group of people, even if the heroes present are all first-class masters, and they are all well-known figures in the rivers and lakes, at this time, I can't help but feel inward.

"Is that an eminent monk from Shaolin Temple?" Someone recognized it and said.

"Is that the mad knife evil monk?" Someone's eyes flickered, and with deep fear and fear, he looked at the three old monks, the one with the scar on his face, who held the knife, and then opened his mouth. The friend beside him whispered: "Crazy Sword Evil Monk, no one remembers his real name. According to legend, 30 years ago, he was a well-known underworld lord in the martial arts. He was invincible and powerful, and his aura was shocking. Later, he was captured by the abbot of Shaolin and imprisoned in the Shaolin Temple because of his many evil deeds. In the blink of an eye, ten years passed. He no longer does evil, but his evil and mad nature has not changed, so people in the Jianghu gave him the title of 'Crazy Sword Evil Monk'."

"When I was a child, I also heard about his deeds from my teacher. According to rumors, he passed away 15 years ago. Unexpectedly, he reappeared in the Jianghu today and was met by us. The rumors in the Jianghu are really unbelievable." Someone revealed his memory. The color, opened the mouth and said.

"That's... the dragon claw monk?" Someone looked at the scrawny old monk and said uncertainly.

"That's right, that's the dragon claw monk." Someone answered affirmatively: "It is said that his dragon claw hand has been practiced to the point where no one has ever been before, and no one has come since. With great power, he killed seven first-class masters of the Demon Sect in a row. Since then, he has become famous and shocked the world. However, like a flash in the pan, he quickly disappeared from the rivers and lakes, and was gradually forgotten by the people in the martial arts. Today, he reappears in the world without knowing his intention for what?"

"The person at the head is... Master Yuankong?" Someone in the crowd exclaimed, unable to believe his eyes.

"What? That's Yuankong, the number one master in Shaolin 40 years ago?" The group of heroes is boiling now, different from "Crazy Sword Evil Monk" and "Dragon Claw Monk", because Yuankong is too famous. He is a peerless master, with unfathomable martial arts cultivation, and his power shakes the martial arts world.

Many of the heroes present grew up listening to his legend.

"According to legend, Master Yuankong is compassionate, profound in Buddhism, and his martial arts are even more ancient and unparalleled, and he has reached the realm of the unity of Zen and martial arts."

"Is that the Eighteen Arhats that Shaolin is famous all over the world?" Someone asked again, looking puzzled.

"To be precise, these people are indeed the Eighteen Shaolin Arhats, but they are from the previous generation." Someone looked solemn, with deep fear in the depths of their eyes.

Shaolin is regarded as the Big Dipper of Mount Tai in the martial arts, which is naturally justified. Since the establishment of the school, although there have been occasional prosperity and decline for hundreds of years, its inheritance has not been broken, and it is still the strongest force in martial arts today. One of them is the saying that the world's martial arts comes from Shaolin.

In Shaolin, there is a legend that the Eighteen Arhats Bronze Human Formation is the gatekeeper of Shaolin, and its name is known to everyone in the martial arts.

The Eighteen Arhats Bronze Human Formation, as the name suggests, is composed of eighteen Shaolin masters, all of whom are masters of the masters, with bronze bodies and iron brains, and King Kong is not bad.

The 18 people are formed according to a unique formation, and their power is multiplied. Even if they are the best masters in the world to fight against them, they will not be able to please them under the hands of the 18 people. All of them are considered to have reached a state that is difficult to beat.

What is the purpose of these senior Shaolin masters coming here collectively?Everyone was puzzled, but when they saw the figure shrouded in purple mist in the hall, their hearts suddenly moved. Is it because of this "Huashan Sword Demon"?

At this time, a group of monks headed by three old monks ignored the crowd and focused their attention on the main hall.

In the main hall, as Zuo Lengchan shouted out the words "Frost God Palm", a layer of white cold mist shrouded him, crystal clear, like ice jade-like palm in front of the void, gradually condensed a white square. palm print.

The palm print on this side is formed by the condensation of white cold mist. It is the size of a normal person's palm at first, and then it grows sharply, solidifies, and strikes forward.

After Zuo Lengchan finished shouting a few words, the white palm print in the void was already a zhang in size, exuding a bone-chilling coldness, and flew towards Xu Zifan.

At this time, the entire hall was shaking, rumbling and rumbling, as if it would collapse at any time, the temperature in the air had dropped to the extreme, and the cold aura almost froze the air.

Xu Zifan was enveloped in purple mist, clenched his palms into fists, and one side of the purple fist prints collided with the white palm prints.

boom!
A loud bang sounded, and inside the hall, the breath was churning and energizing, the palm print collided with the fist print, forming a gust of wind, whistling and blowing in all directions, the teacups and jugs on the ground, the fragments of tables, chairs and benches. , At this time, they were all blown up by the burst of energy, and they rolled and flew in all directions in the gust of wind. The entire hall building made a creaking sound at this time, and it would collapse at any time.

The two fight against each other, the power is amazing, the momentum is huge, and it makes people tremble. After the fight, Zuo Lengchan's face became paler, his expression became more dignified, and the madness in his eyes became heavier.

brush!brush!brush!
Zuo Lengchan waved and danced, his sleeves were windy, his palm pushed forward again, and a white palm print formed again, attacking Xu Zifan.

Immediately afterwards, another white palm print appeared, Zuo Lengchan shrouded the white fog, and the palms like ice jade danced faster and faster, the wind whistled, the temperature in the hall was even lower, and the ice cold was better than the severe winter. At this time, the entire hall was are shaking.

Zuo Lengchan's complexion became paler and paler, but the white palm prints formed out of thin air, appearing faster and faster, and they all attacked Xu Zifan.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

Xu Zifan threw [-] punches in a row in an instant, the energy was rolling, the breath was surging, the purple fist prints flew out one after another, fighting against Zuo Lengchan, and quickly broke the eighteen white palm prints one by one.

At this time, the hall seemed to be boiling, the wind whistled, the internal energy was rolling, and the energy of the internal breath rushed to all directions.

"Boom!"

The smoke and dust rose to the sky, and at this moment, the sect hall finally couldn't bear the energy impact of the battle between the two masters and collapsed.

"Bang!" "Crack!"

With a flick of Xu Zifan's hand, a purple palm print appeared, knocking off a section of the beam that fell, and the beam split in half and flew into the distance.

When the dust settled, Xu Zifan and the others stood motionless on the spot, their bodies were spotless, surrounded by a faint purple mist.

At this moment, Zuo Lengchan's face was pale and bloodless, his clothes were full of dust, and some parts of the brown robe had been broken, and the whole person looked very embarrassed.

"Huashan Jiu Gong, Zixia is the first, worthy of the name of magic!" Zuo Lengchan opened his mouth and praised, looking at Xu Zifan's young face, his expression was a little desolate, his eyes were a little dull, as if he had suddenly aged ten years.

"Bingbing True Qi is indeed a miracle!" Xu Zifan praised sincerely, just now when he and Zuo Lengchan faced each other, a trace of icy cold force hit his body, although his Zixia True Qi Under the action of , the invisible disappears immediately, but that is also amazing, you must know that his internal strength is much stronger than Zuo Lengchan.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, a Buddha's trumpet came, with a loud voice, resounding in the ears of everyone like a big bell of Huang Lu. It's been incredible.

Xu Zifan turned to look at the group of monks more than ten meters away, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Without waiting for Xu Zifan to speak, the monk who spoke just now, that is, Master Yuankong, opened his mouth and said, "Master Xu, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

"Haha! Master, do you think I'm a devil and want to save me?" Xu Zifan replied coldly.

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, the back is the shore, Shizhu Xu, you should think twice!" The monk Yuankong looked like a gentle breeze, with his long white eyebrows fluttering in the wind, and a baby-like ruddy face, at this moment, he was like a An eminent monk who has attained the Tao is saving the great devil in a troubled world.

"Master, you are really interesting. As soon as you come, let me put down the butcher knife and think that I am a devil, okay, I won't argue with you, just treat me as a devil, what are you going to do?" Xu Zifan's face was cold at the moment, he lost his patience , immediately turned his face.

"What? I stabbed you alive!" At this moment, the evil monk of the Crazy Blade was full of anger, his eyes were fierce, and he stared at Xu Zifan and said, the scar on his face made him look very angry at this moment. ferocious.

"Yuanchi, be careful! Donor Xu is so young that he has reached the realm of peerless arrogance, so he should be a little arrogant!" Yuankong said to the evil monk Mad Saber, and then turned to Xu Zifan, saying: "Master Xu, this The world is very big, although there are not many peerless masters, but there are not many, there are even more powerful ones in the strong, and you must not be complacent, you must know that throughout the ages, many geniuses died young!"

"Master, if you can't change it, it's a threat instead?" Xu Zifan said with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Amitabha! When the Buddha also had the angry eyes of the King Kong, he also had the means to subdue the devil!"

At this moment, Yuan Kong folded his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and stopped arguing with Xu Zifan.

"I'll come first!" The mad knife evil monk whistled and walked out first, preparing to attack Xu Zifan.

"Yuanchi, be careful, this child is different, Leng Chan has suffered a big loss." Master Yuankong urged.

"Kid, let you taste the wrath of the Buddha!" ​​The evil monk of the mad sword shouted to Xu Zifan, with a arrogant expression, after saying this, the figure sprang out at an extremely fast speed and flew into the sky.

"Knife slashes Mount Huashan!"

The mad sword evil monk flew high into the sky, and then roared, like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring.

Immediately afterwards, he raised a sharp long knife in both hands and slashed it down.

The mad sword monk looks impulsive and irritable, and his madness is exposed, but when he really does it, he is very thoughtful. Xu Zifan was born in the Huashan School, so he deliberately wanted to anger Xu Zifan, his opponent.

And at this moment, this mad sword evil monk slashed Xu Zifan straight from the top of his head as soon as he came on the stage. Everyone in the audience thought that he wanted to slash Xu Zifan with one knife, which was a great contempt for Xu Zifan.

At this moment, Xu Zifan looked up, his eyes were full of ice-cold color, he naturally knew exactly what the mad sword monk had in mind.

At this time in the afternoon, the sun slanted from the west sky, and reflected on the long sword in the sky, making the long sword in the hands of the mad swordsman appear golden and dazzling, with a majestic atmosphere, like a heavenly sword falling from the sky, unstoppable. , terrifying.

The light of the sword was like a horse, as if it was about to slash the sky, fierce and domineering, and slashed straight down.

At this moment, where Xu Zifan and the others were standing, the ground trembled, and the broken wood and stones were shaking.

The surrounding heroes were horrified at this time, and they all stayed away from the battlefield and looked over from a distance.

This is a duel between peerless masters. Whether it was Zuo Lengchan and Xu Zifan just now, or the current Crazy Blade and Xu Zifan, they are rarely encountered in the arena. The heroes are watching carefully at the moment, and they are all proving what they have learned.

Watching the duel of peerless masters can help them learn a lot and speed up their progress.

"boom!"

Crazy Saber shocked the world. The saber qi composed of Buddhist golden infuriating qi formed a huge sword with a length of ten feet.

Everyone present, including Zuo Lengchan, had a deep shock in their eyes. If you were yourself, would you be able to catch this knife?
(End of this chapter)