At the moment when the Sun Brahma Sect rainbow transformed and ascended, in the far north, on the ice and snow mountain, a majestic man in black seemed to feel something. He suddenly raised his head, and his eyes bloomed with a dazzling divine light, which made people dare not look at him.

He has black hair and a shawl, and is about thirty years old. He has a handsome face and a gaze as deep as an abyss, which seems to be able to swallow all living things. There is a kind of domineering power in every move and every move, like a devil coming to the world!

"Great Sun Brahma Sect, I don't know whether I should congratulate you or feel sorry for you? In short, there is one less Taoist friend in this world!"

His voice was indifferent, as if nothing in heaven and earth could move him.

On the top of this snow-covered peak, there was only one house made of ice. It was extremely simple, but he stayed on this mountain for a full eighteen years.

Eighteen years of hardening the body and mind, eighteen years of cultivating the spirit, just to get an answer!

He is the "Holy Master" Hulunzhe who has been famous all over the world for more than 40 years. He is respected by the barbarians like a god and Buddha. He is known as the most unrivaled martial arts master after the barbarian martial saint!

On this day, it had been eighteen years since Hulunzhe had been living in the solitary peak. Hulunzhe, who was still unmoved even when the news of the death of his proud disciple Chi Xingtian came, stepped off Tianji Peak, and the entire barbarian clan was shocked!

To the east of the East China Sea, there is endless vastness and vast blue waves, the extent of which no one can know.

A small boat floats on the sea, and standing on it is a man in white with a body as majestic as a mountain. His facial features are perfect and flawless, and the entire outline seems to be carved from spar, exhausting the power of nature.

What is particularly impressive is a pair of eyes that shine like gems, indifferent, ruthless, short-term, and full of divinity.

He is an almost perfect person who will never be forgotten once anyone sees him.

"Knife King" Ao Wuji!

There is no sword in his hand, or when it comes to his state, all things in the world, the sun and the moon in the sky, can be a sword. A movement of the mind is a sword, a raise of the eyebrows is a sword, a focus of the eyes is a sword, and I control the heart of heaven with my heart.

The sky is endless, the way of heaven is the sword of heaven!

At this time, he cast his gaze towards the far southwest direction, his expression moved slightly, "Great Sun Brahma Sect!"

About ten miles outside Lanyue Peak, Gu Qingchuan put away his high power and looked into the distance, his face darkening.

"How is the situation?" Shen Feier asked.

"The Brahma Sect has been defeated."

"How is that possible!" Shen Feier, who had personally experienced the secrets of the spiritual miraculous power of the Brahma Sect, looked in disbelief, but she felt that it was natural in her heart, because the Lord God would never misjudge a person.

"Not only that, in my induction, he became even more powerful!"

"If in the past he was just a bright moon, dimming the stars, then now he is a bright sun shining across the sky, illuminating all things and making people fearful!"

Gu Qingchuan added.

"The siege plan is cancelled, we must find another opportunity."

Qin Xuan nodded lightly and sent a message to Zhao Peng and Leng Feng, who had recovered from their injuries, through the Lord God's watch.

Zhang Hao leisurely glanced at the location of Gu Qingchuan and others, then walked down the mountain with his hands behind his back.

Hidden in a secret place in the mountains, Leng Feng held a sniper rifle and observed Zhang Hao's figure through an infrared thermal imaging camera. His mind was empty and silent, and his murderous intentions were gone.

At this moment, he suddenly felt alarmed and his body turned violently.

Whoosh!

A ray of sword light struck down like lightning in the sky, breaking grass and trees, and the sniper rifle he personally modified was broken into two pieces.

Leng Feng's eyes narrowed, he pulled out a three-edged military thorn that did not reflect any light with his backhand, and carefully observed the person coming.

In front of him was a young man dressed in black, with indifferent eyes, holding a shadowless long sword in his hand. The sword was made of an unknown material, but it was actually transparent.

Leng Feng's keen mind could sense the endless murderous intent and bloodshed in this sword, as if it had been bathed in the blood of thousands of people!

The Sorrow of the Night!

Based on the sword's appearance, Leng Feng quickly locked its name through known information.

The legendary magic sword, the symbol of the number one killer in the blood pool of the Six Heavens Demon Sect.

"Seven Kills" Xue Weihan!

This is a name that frightens the world today. It represents the unrivaled will of the Supervisor Pavilion. Too many copycat gangs from sects and aristocratic families have fallen under this name.

Prestige is forged with blood, and the throne is paved with bones. Seven Kills is the sharpest knife in the Supervisory Pavilion's world!

Although Leng Feng was not a member of this world, he also understood how terrifying he was from various information.

Xue Weihan looked at the ordinary middle-aged man with short hair in front of him with interest, and felt a long-lost sense of familiarity from him, "We seem to have been the same kind of people!"

The long-lost memories of killing, blood, darkness, chasing, cruelty, and cunning were like a tide, impacting his soul, and his blood began to boil!

"Please!" Like a handsome gentleman, he waved his hand to invite his opponent to enter.

Leng Feng looked at him deeply, and like a phantom, he slipped into the dense forest.

The duel in the dark, the killing in the chase, the competition of wisdom and cunning, this is the romance of a killer!

Xue Weihan's figure flashed, chasing Leng Feng's traces, and swept forward.

In another place, Zhao Peng stood like a mountain, waiting for the gunshot and the opportunity to take action.

The bright moon was shining high, the mountains and forests were quiet, and the sound of insects was everywhere. At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of heavy footsteps, and suddenly turned around. Ten feet away, a majestic young man who was no smaller than him looked at him with faint eyes.

He was carrying a huge, dark sword on his shoulder, and seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Supervisory Pavilion "Pojun" Zhao Fushen!

Zhao Peng recognized this person instantly.

The next moment, the bright moon dimmed, and a sword light was like a thunderbolt, carrying the power of breaking mountains and shaking mountains, and slashed forward.

Zhao Peng was not afraid. The thoughts of life and death, victory and defeat were all eliminated from his mind at this moment. His skin color turned pale gold, he activated the indestructible power of the Vajra, and punched towards the light of the sword.

boom!

The strong wind stirs, and the forest is destroyed and the trees are broken.

Zhao Peng took three big steps back in a row, but he believed that the other party would not necessarily feel better than him.

Zhao Fuchen slapped the long knife and said with a smile: "He is indeed an opponent!"

As soon as his feet moved, the mountain rocks were torn into pieces, and the long sword vibrated, chopping forward like the might of thunder.

Zhao Peng's body is as motionless as a mountain, and his light golden skin reflects the moonlight, giving people the feeling of a glazed golden body. He uses the indestructible power of the Vajra within his body, and can cut off all troubles and ignorance by making fist seals with his hands. It is the metal system.

One of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin is the Great Vajra Fist.

A punch broke through the air, and the golden Gang Qi condensed into a huge fist. Like a real "King Kong" fist, it hit the blade with one punch.

Zhao Fuchen's expression was solemn, and the sword's light suddenly changed from strong and powerful to light and smooth. The sword's light was like water, flowing in all directions, slashing towards Zhao Peng.

But Zhao Peng's fist seal is as solid as one, and there is no one or self in his heart. Under the Vajra fist, all changes are like dreamy bubbles, disappearing one after another.

boom!

With a punch on the blade, Zhao Fuchen retreated quickly, with sand and rocks flying around him, and his face was filled with shock.

Zhao Peng said with a cold face: "Thank you to your pavilion master for his oppression, which made me go further and achieve the great success of the Vajra Fist Seal!"
Chapter completed!