Last time, the eighteen seed masters who were unwilling to wait for the Baidao Eight Sect Alliance made some sort of shallow plan to ambush Pang Ban. There were only eighteen masters in total. The other eight sect leaders and elders did not come forward.

Xiangseng and Fu Lao Shenxian, the two leaders of the White Way, also did not show up.

But today, for the sake of Xue Mingyu, not only the eight sect leaders basically came, but also the leaders of the White Way such as Wuxiang Monk and Fu Lao Shenxian also participated in it. Such a large battle has far surpassed the treatment in the past.

Yang Xingzhou was amazed by Pang Ban's attitude.

"A Xue Mingyu can actually work with so many masters from the Baidao Eight Sects Alliance. If he knew better, he would probably feel proud."

Yang Xingzhou scanned the crowd at the scene and laughed loudly: "No wonder you are not Pang Ban's opponent. It is indeed rare in the world to bully the weak and fear the strong to this extent!"

Not far away, Wuxiang Monk smiled slightly at the Immortal Immortal and said, "Brother Bu, you are a step late. Please tell me how to deal with Xue Mingyu."

He finally gave up on the feat of overcoming this evil obstacle.

The Immortal Immortal chuckled and said: "This person actually dares to speak rudely at this moment. Sure enough, most of the treacherous and evil people are unruly and unruly people. When we are old, let these younger generations take action to conquer the devil.

We are holding the battle here, no matter how high his cultivation level is, he still can't turn the world upside down!"

Wuxiang Monk knew that the Immortal Immortal arrived a little late and did not see the fight between him and Xue Mingyu just now, so there was contempt in his tone, and he said seriously: "This person's cultivation level is extremely high, and he is definitely not comparable to ordinary masters.

Even if you and I fight alone, we may not be able to win, and the rest of the juniors may not be able to support us."

The Immortal Immortal's long eyebrows fluttered and his eyes were shining. He glanced at Wuxiang Monk in surprise, then turned to look at "Xue Mingyu". His smiling expression quickly disappeared and turned into a solemn expression. He said lightly: "This evil obstacle has turned out to be like this."

have to?"

He knew that Wu Xiangseng had never lied in his life, and his vision was no worse than his own. However, Wu Xiangseng said that Xue Mingyu was comparable to the two of them, which made him a little unconvinced.

You must know that the Immortal Immortal and Wuxiang Monk have become the master leaders of the eight sects alliance. Looking at the world, apart from Pang Ban and Lang Fanyun, they are the most prestigious.

Now Wuxiang Monk suddenly said that Xue Mingyu was a master who could compete with the two of them. How could the Immortal God believe this?

No normal person would believe it!

Yang Xingzhou sensed the gaze of the Immortal Immortal, turned around and looked at the Immortal Immortal, and said with a smile: "What, you want to fight me? Are you worthy?"

The Immortal Immortal was furious, his long eyebrows fluttered, and his body suddenly floated forward. In an instant, he was in front of Yang Xingzhou, and his tender and green palms pressed against Yang Xingzhou's chest.

Yang Xingzhou laughed and did not dodge or evade, but also slapped forward with his palm.

Bang!

Overflowing with energy and strong winds, the Immortal Immortal let out a scream and his body was suddenly thrown into the air. Before he landed, he had already roared: "Despicable and shameless!"

Yang Xingzhou swayed slightly and said with a smile: "The palm power is good, but it's a little worse than the great monk. Hehe, the Immortal of Agelessness? This nickname is so loud, I will beat you into an old bastard today! Let's see what you can do.

You won’t grow old!”

Yang Xingzhou didn't remember clearly some of the storylines in "The Rain and the Clouds", but he knew that the immortal immortal and Shan Yuru were in the same group, and they did many bad things with Shan Yuru, and in the end, Qin Mengyao abolished his martial arts skills.

In fact, not only the Immortal Immortal, but also the rest of the people present were members of the Destiny Cult. But who was who and who was not? After so many years, he could not remember the plot of the original work very clearly, and it was difficult for Yang Xingzhou to tell the difference for a while.

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He rather admired Wuxiang Monk. This great monk had the courage to challenge Pang Ban more than once, but his courage alone was enough to move people.

However, this old monk is stubborn and goes all the way, not only when he challenges Pang Ban, but also when he captures the adulterer Xue Mingyu. As long as he is convinced of something, it is difficult to change his mind.

Yang Xingzhou didn't want to deal harshly with Wuxiang Monk, but he had no worries about the Immortal Immortal. Since he was facing this person, he would kill him if he could. If he couldn't kill him, he would be lucky.

After the Immortal Immortal landed on the ground and raised his right palm, everyone saw that there was a blood hole in his palm, as if it had been pierced by a sharp blade.

The Immortal Immortal was trembling with rage. He looked at Yang Xingzhou and cursed: "Shameless little thief, you have a sword in your palm!"

Yang Xingzhou flipped his palm, revealing a dart in his hand, and said with a smile: "What do you mean by that look? This is obviously a dart, how can a sword not be a sword?"

A handsome young man with a strong physique on the outermost right shouted angrily: "Hitting people with hidden arrows is despicable and despicable. Du Mingxin of Bodhi Garden has learned a great trick!"

Yang Xingzhou said: "When fighting the enemy, when life and death are at stake, naturally you will do anything you can. Boy, are you a disciple of Bodhi Yuan? Didn't your teacher teach you this?"

Du Mingxin shouted angrily, raised the iron rod in his hand, walked up to Yang Xingzhou, aimed the iron rod at Yang Xingzhou's chest, and struck it out flatly.

He is the youngest among the Eighteen Seed Masters, except for Yun Qing's beautiful junior sister Yun Suni. He is arrogant and arrogant, and when he is ridiculed by the opponent, he doesn't even get permission, so he takes action first.

Du Mingxin has been cultivating in the Bodhi Garden for a long time. This time he came to Beijing, which can be said to be his first time in the world. Although everyone knew that he could be selected as a seed master and that he would not be mediocre, they still did not have much confidence in him. After seeing this

Although the stick looks ordinary on the surface, it has the potential to be extremely powerful. No matter who is on the front line, they will never dare to think of a tough fight. The younger generation couldn't help but cheer in unison.

In fact, after everyone saw Yang Xingzhou and Wuxiang Seng fighting, they all knew that this person was not easy to mess with. If he fought alone, he would be unbeatable. Although he wanted to take action, he was always timid. Du Mingxin dared to challenge him.

This allowed him to stand out in the hands of young talents.

Yang Xingzhou nodded and said, "It's interesting!"

The palm is raised like a knife and slashes forward suddenly.

The strange thing is that when he struck down with his palm, he clearly revealed his intention from the move, conveying an extremely obvious message, making everyone at the scene know that his palm must be aimed at Du Ming Xintie.

Stick head.

This kind of technique of conveying thoughts through strokes is okay for the younger generation. They just find it a bit strange and don't think much about it. However, the Wuxiang Monk, Immortal Immortal, Xiang Qingqiu, Sha Tianfang and others next to them are horrified and moved.

Big changes.

After all, they are sect leader-level figures. They know that martial arts masters can only convey their thoughts and express their spirit through their moves when they reach the realm of masters. Although Du Mingxin is great, but against such master-level masters, he is afraid that he will suffer a big loss.

deficit.

Sha Tianfang and Zhuang Jie next to them looked at each other and did not dare to hesitate. They rushed forward at the same time to attack Yang Xingzhou to prevent Du Mingxin from being poisoned.

Bang!

Du Mingxin groaned, and his body suddenly flew back. The iron rod flew out of his hand, and was attracted by an invisible force and fell into Yang Xingzhou's hand.

At this time, Zhuang Jie and Sha Tianfang had arrived to the left and behind Yang Xingzhou. The first person to attack Yang Xingzhou was Zhuang Jie's ◇Ling Ling Kan Shu Net ◆ ball of sword flowers, followed by the old man Sha Tianfang's right palm.

At this time, Du Mingxin's iron rod was already in Yang Xingzhou's hand.

Du Mingxin's iron rod is one of the three treasures of the Bodhi Garden. It is called Fenguangguang. It is very heavy, weighing more than two hundred kilograms. It has been passed down for hundreds of years without any damage. The material is unique and extremely hard.

After Yang Xingzhou took it in his hand, he raised it slightly and laughed: "This stick is not bad!"

When the word "this" was spoken, the iron rod was drawn suddenly and pointed at Zhuang Jie who was attacking with a sword, hitting the tip of the sword in the middle.

Bang!

Zhuang Jie's body shook, dozens of sword flowers disappeared suddenly, and his real body was hit by a long stick. A strong force surged in. He couldn't help but take a few steps back, his face flashed red, and he exhaled: "Good guy!"

When Zhuang Jie retreated, Yang Xingzhou struck the iron rod to the right, aiming at the head of the old man Sha Tianfang.

boom!

Sha Tian put his right palm forward to slash, and hit the front end of the iron rod. He felt that the opponent was strong and heavy. Just one blow from the stick made him unable to withstand it. He used the force to retreat and said in shock: "Awesome! Come on, everyone!"

With a sound of "Sa!", a dagger turned into white light and attacked Yang Xingzhou's left rib.

Without looking, he flew up, kicked off the dagger, and shouted: "Who is attacking me?"

Someone shouted: "I am Song Kun, the chief arrester of the capital." After saying this, he flew through the air and landed behind Yang Xingzhou.

Song Kun was about fifty years old, with a yellow face and prominent eyes, a thin figure, and bulging temples. He held a small shield in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, which made him look very impressive.

As soon as he landed, he shouted: "I'll catch the adulterer before he surrenders." He raised his shield and slashed at the back of Yang Xingzhou's head with his long knife.

puff!

There was a flash of white light, and the dagger that had been kicked away by Yang Xingzhou suddenly turned around and inserted into Song Kun's neck like lightning.

Song Kun's eyes revealed an unbelievable look of horror, and the long knife in his hand pointed weakly at Yang Xingzhou. He fell to the ground on his back and refused to close his eyes.

"How dare you sneak attack me!"

Yang Xingzhou sneered, shook the big stick in his hand, and glanced at the group of heroes: "It's okay to play openly, but sneak attacks are not possible. I hate people who do things in secret."

Not far away, the Immortal God was furious: "Bitch! You are despicable yourself, and you have the nerve to call others despicable!"

He had just accidentally been pierced by Yang Xingzhou's dart on his palm. He thought it was just a general trauma, but he didn't expect that the wound contained a strange poison. In just a moment, his entire arm lost consciousness, and he was shocked.

, hurriedly used his power to force out the poison. Seeing that the situation was not going well, the monk Wu Xiang hurriedly reached out to help him to force out the poison.

As soon as the poisonous blood was forced out, the Immortal Immortal heard Yang Xingzhou's words. He was so angry that his white eyebrows fluttered and his beard trembled. In the blink of an eye, he came to Yang Xingzhou's side and shouted: "Take my palm again!"

He, the Changbai Sect, has his own set of amazing skills, otherwise there would be no peerless masters like the Immortal Immortal. At this time, he pushed his palms forward, and the area around ten feet was suddenly shaken. Under the strong wind, Yang Xingzhou seemed to be shrouded in a transparent

The little bugs in the glue are the result of broken bones and tendons.

Yang Xingzhou laughed: "Why should a defeated general speak bravely?"

The big stick in his hand turned into countless stick shadows, sweeping towards the immortal immortal like a wave.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of energy clashing could be heard endlessly, and under the overflowing strong wind, the onlookers could not breathe smoothly, their chests felt tight, and they all retreated.

Suddenly the silhouette of the human figure was separated, and the immortal immortal let out a miserable howl, staggering back, blood spurting out from his chest: "Li Ruohai's Hundred Strikes of a Prairie Fire! You are Li Ruohai!"

Yang Xingzhou put away his long stick and said with a smile: "Yes, a certain family is Li Ruohai!"

There was a commotion among the people at the scene. Monk Wuxiang's eyes flashed and his white eyebrows raised: "Amitabha, that's good, that's good!"

Inside the Shuangxiu Mansion.

Li Ruohai stood with his hands behind his hands, lowered his head to look at the rolling river under the cliff, and said reluctantly to the white clothes around him like snow: "Zongdao, in the old days on the river, people passed away like this. Time is like this river, gone forever. If it is

If you no longer have limited time to do great things, how can you be worthy of being born!"

He smiled reluctantly and said: "The world is illusory, and time is also illusory. Only now is reality."

Li Ruohai smiled, turned around and said, "It is said that the capital has been very lively recently. It's time for us to go out and have a look."
Chapter completed!