The Lord who use immortals as food

As soon as Qiu Tianyu finished speaking, a man in white stepped out with a smile behind him, and jumped out from the top floor of Feijing Tower. The white clothes fluttered in the air, and the crowd below the building cried out in surprise like the waves.

Then he turned his body, like a white crane flying towards the center of the lake, and the rain curtain broke in front of his wings. Even those who often watched martial arts competitions had never seen such a fluttering figure that regarded dozens of feet as nothing. For a moment, countless people tilted their heads and asked in surprise.

But soon the answer spread among the crowd - that was the second leader of the Taiping Cao Gang, [Flying White Dove] Si Lianwen.

He was only 35 years old this year, but his name had been circulating in the world for nearly 20 years.

He started out with a handsome light skill. When he was a thief, he was often listed on the wanted list of the government office when the secret treasure was stolen. Later, he moved to other gangs and finally joined the Taiping Cao Gang. During the years when the gang struggles were the most intense, he was always able to get incredibly true secret information. Every time the opponents had a secret meeting, they were worried that there were ears on the other side of the wall. The erratic white clothes almost became a nightmare.

Later, the Taiping Cao Gang became stronger and stronger, and this second leader also entered the Xuanmen. From then on, he rarely appeared in the front line of the fight, but behind some of the Taiping Cao Gang's ingenious designs and fine arrangements, the shadow of the cunning white clothes could still be seen repeatedly.

Now this kind of light body kung fu has not appeared in the world for a long time. When it was revealed tonight, with the blessing of Xuanqi, the man's feet did not touch the water, and he was almost flying.

"This is the master." The garden flowers on the Luhua stage murmured, and almost all the scholars gathered at the railing - it is one thing to see the master on weekdays, and it is another thing to see the master take action.

On the other side of the stage, Changsun Jue's eyes were sharp: "Sister Cui, he also wears a sword. Have you seen how good his swordsmanship is."

Cui Zhaoye supported his head.

The entire south bank of the West Pond was filled with similar discussions. The two dragon heads flew across the lake, and a sword ignited fire. It was a spectacle that made people applaud wherever it was placed. It was also the most perfect ending to the reputation of the Taiping Cao Gang tonight.

The banquet on the Feijing Tower had indeed begun to disperse. People had not left yet, but they all gathered at the railings and looked at the center of the lake. About half a quarter of an hour later, the whole building would cheer for the blazing ship on the West Pond, and the banquet would really be removed. The ten-day banquet was over, and the ten days were over. Countless people would remember today. The Taiping Cao Gang introduced their second in command to everyone, and from then on, they officially walked into the light and stepped into another level of the Shenjing.

The one who accused me of darkness has failed, so I am naturally bright.

Everyone looked at this scene, the calm lake, the rainy night, the candle tower, the painted boat, and the white clothes flying across. This is a painting that is enough to be engraved, but suddenly few people noticed that there seemed to be some inharmonious ink spots.

Ink spots moving at high speed.

Si Lianwen swept through the rain curtain, and the half of the lake where he was was bright and prosperous. Those were the lights of Feijing Tower and Santai, and the rain lines were all illuminated. In the darkness of the other half of the lake, there were no lights, no warmth or sound, and the winter night rain fell there in the most primitive coldness.

Two figures swept across the lake like that.

No one knew whether Si Lianwen noticed them at that moment. Some people said that his figure paused slightly at that moment, but in any case it was just half a blink of an eye. Si Lianwen was flying above the painting boat, pulling out the sword blade with sparks from the sheath at his waist, and the crowd on the south bank was still cheering enthusiastically.

Then the next moment, a thunder exploded from the other half of the rainy night.

It was real thunder. It did not come from the sky, but from the sword.

The three-zhang long sword was as white as gold, with blue edges, like a dragon and snake. It suddenly appeared in the rainy night. No one reacted, including Si Lianwen, who only cheered and was cut off by the thunder.

The Xuanqi true qi was pierced in an instant. Si Lianwen's long sword intersected and hit, and his arm suddenly lost consciousness. In such a situation, he still completed a full-strength burst. At this moment, everyone saw the real power of Xuanmen. Even with the suppression of Tongshi Law, the trend of Xuanqi carrying wind and rain was visible to the naked eye. The abundant power suddenly blew up the rain curtain, and the flying raindrops swept dozens of feet away.

However, the Taoist robe figure that crashed out of the cold rain did not retreat at all. The long sword crossed a mysterious and natural semicircle like a fish in the water. The rain formed a vague Tai Chi of one zhang in radius in the night sky behind him. The two swords intersected, and the huge power of Xuanmen's sword only made his sleeves swell.

The next moment, the sword's power was returned without any loss, almost like it was from above, and Si Lianwen's sword power collapsed instantly.

Countless people on the shore were completely stunned by this lightning scene, and someone cried out: "Yan Feiqing!!"

Yes, many people recognized at this moment that this man in Taoist uniform with a divine and unworldly demeanor was the [Fire Heart] who had not appeared since the Southern Kingdom won the championship! No one expected to see him here, and no one expected him to be in such a posture.

But no one expected the next scene.

Si Lianwen twisted his sword with his true qi, but there was no chance to breathe. At the same time that Yan Feiqing fell from the air, dozens of exquisite lotus flowers carved from red jade grew out of the sparks bursting out of Si Lianwen's sword, appearing translucent and bright in the rain.

In an instant, everyone looked at this beautiful and magical wonder, and the next moment they exploded into a blazing and violent sea of ​​fire.

Yan Feiqing stepped onto the water, holding the sword in his hand, and said with a calm look, "Thunder."

A blazing white light suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​fire. It was the residual thunder power on Si Lianwen's sword that was annihilated and exploded. The sword used to burn the ship was twisted and charred.

At this moment, Si Lianwen gritted his teeth and broke out of the sea of ​​fire, and rushed back to Feijing Tower. He was covered with burns and his entire arm was pierced by lightning, but in fact, they were not serious. Several spells only penetrated his true Xuan.

So later, some people said that he saw the two men at that time, but firstly, this was a banquet, and secondly, the Taiping Cao Gang was behind him, and he couldn't turn around and flee as soon as he saw them. After all, when all means were defeated, he, who had little experience in Qinggong, could still come and go freely.

However, it was only a breath and two moves.

The young man who walked out of the darkness after Yan Feiqing stood on the lake, and the rain hit the autumn-like sword blade. The young man stroked the entire sword body with his fingers. The peeled rain was bound to his fingertips, and it swayed and floated into a suspended water droplet. Then the young man flicked his fingers, and everything was silent, like the sound of a guqin breaking with a "clang".

A master, with Xuanqi outside, Zhenqi inside, and weapons in his hands, is a synonym for invincibility for most people in the world. But sometimes it is not too difficult to defeat them at the same time at a certain moment.

So that is just a mortal body.

The rain formed into lines, and this water droplet broke thousands of lines in an instant. The raindrops that were broken followed it, and the ten-foot rain curtain broke a hollow straight line.

It pierced through the throat of Si Lianwen who had just flown three feet.

This was the first true qi technique he learned after seven lives. [Sword Washing Water]

The West Pond is still the West Pond, the lights are still those lights, and the painted boat is still the painted boat.

But the entire south bank was completely silent.

Si Lianwen's body fell into the lake and floated up again after a while. Pei Ye stepped on the lake and slowly moved his sword forward, looking up at the man standing up with a halberd on the Feijing Tower.