Devil Seeds

"There is such a weapon in the world, and there are such strange materials and iron!"

"It's really a miracle of good fortune, there are no surprises!" The monks who understood the explanation all lowered their heads and sighed.

At the same time, I have some curiosity and emotion about the two strange irons that made the Dream Broken Knife.

"It's not surprising at all! Do you still remember the eyeball you saw on Duantian Cliff?" Elder Jianzong mentioned a memory that everyone didn't want to mention.

During that time, whether in the world of high martial arts or in reality, everyone suffered from that crazy consciousness.

"If it is true that there are such horrible and evil creatures in the sky, then it is not surprising that the strange iron from the sky can have this kind of effect..." Elder Jianzong finally made a conclusion.

Of course, the small voice of discussion will not stop.

At this moment on the river, the battle was exactly as the elder said, not only did Wentailou not fall into a disadvantage because of the exhaustion of three axes, but the more he fought, the stronger he became.

The green hat magic knife in his hand endowed him with extraordinary strength.

In a daze, he even saw the blush on his wife's cheeks under certain conditions.

The intoxication and madness displayed by the cold and noble face in the past made the hatred and resentment squeezed in Wen Tailou's heart directly climb to the peak.

The light of the sword is colder, the intent of the sword is stronger, and the technique of the sword is more urgent....

One knife was faster than one knife, and the rolled up river turned into a dreamy bubble.

In the bubble, the picture scrolls, the same face but with different expressions, are all stacked in front of Wentailou.

"Chop! Chop! Chop!" Wen Tailou's hands shook rapidly, and the charming light of the knife seemed to be involved in a long river of dreams.

Gu Shentong wildly danced the Tianquan knife, and the galloping magic power pushed the tyrannical qi, venting wantonly the light of the knife.

The two are completely different, but they have repeatedly collided with each other, biting and entangled.

Gu Shentong let out a hearty laugh.

"Okay! Okay! Faster! Faster! Stronger! Stronger! Even stronger!" Gu Shentong's sword danced in a ball, and the light of the sword tore through everything, with an irresistible will.

But these words fell into Wen Tailou's ears, but he seemed to see the real picture.

Seeing that Gu Shentong was riding a snow-white horse, grabbed the white horse's mane, and galloped wantonly.

He slapped the white horse's buttocks with a long knife, and then laughed wildly.

It was Wentailou's horse, the horse he was most familiar with, but that horse ran under someone else's crotch in a posture he was not familiar with, and then neighed in the soul, as if he had never given such a hearty gallop.

Scarlet bloodshots appeared in Wen Tailou's eyeballs.

His body has begun to bulge tall muscles.

Blood vessels burst out of his body, and he held the knife in his hand, slashing more fiercely with each stroke.

At this time, no one can say exactly how much power the knife he swung can transform.

Even the ancient supernatural powers seemed to be suppressed by him, and the only ones beaten by him were parrying skills.

On the bank of the river, a group of elder-level monks shook their heads and sighed.

"You can't last long, you can't defend...Wentailou has already lost...Although Gu Shentong is crazy, he still has reason. He pushed recklessly before because he had no enemy. But now...he found After entering Wentai Building, I noticed the madness and collapse of Wentai Building, so I have deliberately waited for his momentum to be exhausted, and when the momentum of Wentai Building slows down, it will be the time for the ancient magical power to counterattack." Elder Jianzong said slowly.

"Go ask him to come!"

"Next, it's up to him to force back the ancient supernatural powers!" Elder Jianzong said.

The battle on the river was exactly as the elder said.

Wentai Building is venting wantonly, but Gu Shentong is sticking to his square inch, not advancing or retreating but as stable as Mount Tai.

Boom!

It was as if a string had suddenly snapped.

Wen Tailou's body began to bleed.

Various vital acupuncture points on his body also exploded into clouds of blood mist.

Maybe there is no limit to a certain kind of blessing, but the person who carries this kind of power has a limit.

In the final analysis, Wentailou is just a martial artist who has not even become a master.

His limit is here.

After all the hustle and bustle, there was a bleak end.

While the blood was splattering, Wen Tailou used his last bit of strength to strike Gu Shentong.

This knife finally broke through the defense, but it seemed like the respect and pity given to him by the ancient magic power.

The beard on Gu Shentong's face was shaved off in a small bun.

Looking at the Wentai Building that fell into the Scarlet River, Gu Shentong stood on the river, quietly comprehending something.

Then the surging momentum actually subsided a bit, becoming more stable and profound.

At this time, the ancient supernatural power did not turn back and kill those martial arts people who were watching from the shore.

He stood quietly on the river, then raised his head.

Under the clear sky above, a figure in a white cloak was hovering above the sky on a huge crane, looking down at all living beings under his feet.

"When I haven't arrived, the common people will be stunned. When I arrive, all phenomena will bloom."

"I have a sword today, which can open the world, break mountains and rivers, slash stars, and judge life and death."

"Who is under your feet, worthy of a battle?"

An inexplicable arrogance, a trembling, involuntarily amazed aura emanated from the figure on the crane's back.

Gu Shentong looked up at the figure, jumped into the sky and stood side by side with him.

"I am Gu Shentong, who are you?" Gu Shentong looked at the man in front of him.

He seems ordinary, but there is infinite charm in his gestures. Although he can't explain clearly, it seems that every action has a supreme reason.

The man standing on the crane's back, with his hands behind his back, said leisurely: "My name is Jiuxuan, I have discussed the Tao with the Three Emperors, and I have also drank with Xiao Nu, and I have witnessed the rise and fall of one era after another. Ancient supernatural powers ! I have heard of your name before, do you know why you are not as good as Xiao Nu?"

The ancient supernatural power said angrily: "I am not as good as Xiao Nu? He is just a despicable villain, an ignorant junior... If he hadn't played tricks, how could I have been delayed so far, and the void has already been shattered."

The man on the crane's back shook his head and said: "No! This is where you are inferior to him. You only see the broken void, you only see what you hold in your hand, but you don't see anything beyond the palm. The three inches of the palm is the heart. , three feet away from the palm is the mind, and three feet away is the way. You don't see the mind, you don't see the mind, you don't see the way, how can you compare with Xiao Nu?"

Gu Shentong heard the words, but fell silent, and said with a sneer: "In the end, it's just a battle, you fight me, you win... I will believe what you say."

But Jiuxuan shook his head and said: "You have fought a powerful enemy, your breath is unstable, and your heart is full of murderous intent. It looks strong, but in fact it has already lost its position. I will let you go back and rest for ten days. After ten days, you will be on the top of Mount Tai. I will fight!"

After all, Jiuxuan controlled the crane and flew towards the distance.

Gu Shentong wanted to catch up, but after thinking about it, he restrained himself.

Then it turned into a streak of light and disappeared into the sky.

On the bank of the river, the elder Jianzong touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and finally let out a long breath.

Naturally, there are no peerless masters in this world.

That Jiuxuan is nothing but a charlatan who has practiced vain power.

If he doesn't do it, it will give people the illusion that he must be very strong.

It's just that the consequence of practicing the virtual power is that you can't practice real martial arts stunts, and your actual combat power is no different from ordinary people.

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