"Zhongfu, Wuyang, Youfuyuru"

Fengze Zhongfu is a routine with collaboration as its main purpose.

When attacking, do not leave any backhand or avoid any loopholes.

Defend without thinking about progress or counterattack,

Leave other matters to your teammates, and your sword will become purer.

This is like having a tacit understanding that when your teammates are attacking with all their strength, you can be the fist that your teammates shrink behind, and then attack with all your strength when the opponent changes their moves.

At this time, Qingyun acted according to the situation, borrowing the power of Xi Shanwen's axe, and the cold light shone, as if the thunder in Lu Mansion that day had reappeared.

"spear!"

A sharp roar sounded as the air was torn apart, but it did not come from Qingyun's sword.

The green dragon thick-backed sword in Xiao Yunchang's palm came back first, and the air wrapped in the shadow of the sword was squeezed into the gaps of the dragon pattern on the side of the blade, emitting a breathtaking dragon roar.

A burst of green light burst out, like a blue dragon tearing the sky and descending into the world. The pressure that treats all things as a cudow dog made the fallen trees on the autumn night tremble.

The three-color cold light of red, white and green chopped down in parallel, shattering the void, completely natural, as if it was made with one heart.

Xi Shanwen and Xiao Yunchang have a long history of martial arts. Qingyun's Fengze Zhongfu, and borrowed from Kit Kat, actually had an unexpected bonding effect.

When the three of them join forces, their power is more than doubled?

The Red Ax Blue Dragon, in terms of strength, has almost reached the limit of human strength.

At this time, with Yi's help again, not to mention the erratic will-o'-the-wisp in front of me, even Lian Tianye Yan, how can he withstand the wind and roar that shakes the sky and the sea?

The will-o'-the-wisp also seemed to be like a flash of sword light, with its light suddenly condensing, flickering and extinguishing indefinitely. It flashed into a few sparks, jumped a few times among the three colorful flowers, and then turned into a wild laughter and soared into the sky.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

Although Mars has no lethality, if you make good use of opportunities, it can also cause a prairie fire or explode a city.

Qingyun only felt that the air in front of him had been completely burned out and turned into a void, a real void.

All the surrounding matter quickly collapsed into the light of his sword, one red, one green, one yin and one yang, twisting together, and it was like an explosion like the creation of Hongmeng.

Xi Shanwen and Xiao Yunchang originally had one dark face and one red face, but now they were both pale and bloodless.

Just being lightly flicked on the flanks of the sword and ax by the opponent's sword wind, the two powerful men were unable to control their weapons. They saw them turn into two wild beasts, fiercely crashing into Qingyun's sword light from left and right, and collided with each other.

Into that void!

Monk Yuan took action decisively and slapped Xiao Yunchang with one palm!

The prince of Qi lightly relaxed his arms and took Xi Shanwen's elbow.

Liu Ying stood up and struck out with dozens of swords. The swords struck each other in the gap between the three cold rays.

At first, the sound of gold and iron chiming was as dense as a rain shower, and then it became slower and slower.

Every time Liu Ying swung his sword, he seemed to be experiencing a huge force shock. With the last two clang-cong sword chants, he had retreated into the gate, swallowing softly, and blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

Xi Shanwen and Xiao Yunchang's faces were as thin as gold paper.

Yuan Faseng and Qi Gongzi took action to save people, and naturally they were not harmed. However, in order to take back this shocking combined attack, the backlash they suffered was truly extraordinary.

There were two more screams, and two figures rose from the darkness.

The light of the fire lingered, and several more candles were lit in the temple.

Under the swaying light and shadow stood an old Taoist priest with a stooped figure, a wretched appearance, and a greasy gray cloth robe.

A strange cone-shaped sword in his hand has not yet been sheathed, and a few drops of blood are slowly crawling along the cone's generatrix toward the tip like a snail, without even dripping.

Taishi Shuming was holding someone in his arms, with a bloody hole on his shoulder. It was Chu Tongzi who was known for hiding.

There was another man in black in the distance. Because of the distance, he couldn't see clearly, but seeing that he was curled up in pain, he was obviously in trouble.

Although the strange sword light just now was erratic, it clearly came from one person.

One person and one sword, the broken knives, axes and swords merged into one slash, forcing the monk Liu Ying of the Yuan Dynasty and the young master of Qi to attack at the same time. They also took advantage of the situation to injure Chu Tongzi who was hiding in the dark and the man in black who was watching in the distance. It was so magical.

Could this worldly expert with extraordinary skills be this slovenly Taoist in front of me?

Zu Xunzhi was the only one among the people who did not take action, so he could still maintain his appearance.

At this time, he saw the situation around him clearly, and hurriedly took a step forward, first protecting the slightly injured Liu Ying behind him, and respectfully bowed to the old Taoist.

"Is this Taoist priest in front of me Mr. Chong Er?"

The old Taoist priest didn't know how old he was, and the color in his eyes was almost gone.

Under the dim light, he rolled his eyes and looked at Zu Xunzhi.

"Hey, you are not very young, but you are quite knowledgeable.

I actually saw through the origin of the old Taoist at a glance, well, tell me, who is your master?"

Zu Xunzhi straightened up his body and bowed his head again when he heard the words.

"My master, Mr. Huayang, this disciple greets my senior on behalf of my master."

"Oh, I was talking about who hasn't forgotten this old immortal like me, it turns out to be Tao Hongjing.

Well, don't try to scare me with your master,

Although I can't beat him, he doesn't have the shame to attack an old man like me.

Even if he comes in person, if I say I won't let him pass, then he will definitely not force his way in."

"It's all a misunderstanding. In fact, none of you here mean to embarrass you..."

"Okay, don't be so mean in front of this old bone like me.

I know you look down on this broken Taoist temple, but you actually want to see the mountain behind it, right?

Now that you are here, you should know more or less what kind of people are practicing there.

How can I be disturbed by common people like you?

This road is blocked! It’s blocked!”

The Nan Qi young master also adjusted his appearance at this time, stepped forward, cupped his hands and said with a smile,

"Senior, no matter what the reason is, you can't climb this mountain?"

The old Taoist glanced at him, and his expression suddenly froze.

I saw him rolling his eyes to the sky and mumbling something.

After a while, he sighed,

"I've seen you.

At that time, Lu Xiujing, the imperial master of the Southern Song Dynasty, once brought a baby and invited me to study the eight characters together.

The hexagram says:

When Taishi first gave birth to Feng Zhizhao, he left the corpse of Yue Zun and Zhu served as the cook on his behalf.

Bodhi cut meat to feed eagles and dogs, and died of hunger on the seventh day of Tai Sui.

The following year, Emperor Ming of the Song Dynasty ascended the throne, and Lu Xiujing asked Taishi as the reign name to activate this prophecy.

Hey, more than thirty years have passed, and I never thought that you and I would ever see each other again."

Lu Xiujing is the master of the former Nantian Master Tao Hongjing of Huayang.

He also practiced Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, and was the originator of the theory that the three religions are the same.

This old Taoist priest dared to call Lu Xiujing by his first name, which was obviously not his seniority.

Everyone was first impressed by his skills, and then suppressed by his seniority. Naturally, they all looked respectful and did not dare to be rash anymore.

The young master repeated the prophecy several times in succession, raised his eyebrows and asked,

"This senior.

My father once asked Mr. Yuande Daojun to deduce the horoscopes for me, and I vaguely heard about it.

It's just that Lord Yuande has been very secretive about the results of the calculation, and only vaguely mentioned it with the words "too valuable to describe".

My father was very happy at first, thinking he had received a good prophecy.

But when I heard the prophecies given by my seniors at this time, it seemed that every word of the prophecy contained ominous meaning, and my fate was very unlucky."

"How can a mortal make false assumptions about heaven's secrets?

The hexagrams and prophecies are not definite numbers.

Heaven and earth move according to their own laws.

The so-called "Yi" is the great principle of the change of things.

The prophecies you get are just fragments of the manifest principles reflected in what you seek.

Since Lu Xiujing said it was a prophecy, it is a prophecy. You don’t need to think too much.

I also roughly know your intention of coming here.

But you still can't go there.

You shouldn't come, there's no point in coming.

It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. One day, you will understand."

The old Taoist paused for a moment, then turned to Zu Xun's way,

"You came here with the bald man, right?"
To be continued...