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He Bei blew up a big hole on the mountainside. The hole was not shallow, and there was a wind leak, which messed up He Bei's clothes.

He Bei and the black robe looked at each other across the deep pit.

He Bei couldn't see the black robe's face clearly, but he was very familiar with the other party's aura.In the last life, they must have met, at least they fought against each other.

In the cold and quiet night, only a lone bird is flying over the mountain stream.

The flowers fall silently, and people are speechless.

The moonlight poured down from the clouds, covering half of He Bei's face with a silver glow, and the pupil bathed in the moonlight was like a quiet blue pool without waves.

But from the perspective of the black robe, Bi Bo is indeed in danger, and there may be a giant dragon lurking.

He Bei could feel that the opponent's internal strength should be above the ninth rank, or it might also be in the realm of a master.

But he is not afraid.

The wide sleeves of the black robe waved his arms high in the air, and thousands of sharp, icy short knives were like meteors all over the sky. Behind him, he crossed the deep pit in the middle and struck towards He Bei.

Countless cold lights reflected in He Bei's jade-like pupils. After a while, he closed his pupils, gathered his true energy in his body, gathered them into a sea of ​​consciousness, and isolated the rain of blades from the sky. , frozen in the air.

Then the ten fingers twirled lightly in the air, and a void and invisible sword intent accompanied by a mournful cry shot out from the sleeve like lightning "swish".His empty sword intent forced a gap in the blade rain in front of him.

Showers rest, cold light off.

The mountain stream returned to its silent color.

Just a moment of silence.

The void sword drawn by He Bei was intended to illuminate the green hills in the ink-stained night, tearing out a golden sky like the dawn.

Using the air of the void to draw out the sword intent, this is the first time Heipao has seen it.

Standing in place, the black robe blocked the void sword intent with just one hand.Not to be outdone, he soared into the sky, and with his two fingers together, he used his internal force to stir up the flying stones and vegetation around him.Every flower and every leaf, gravel and dust will become sharp weapons that he can control at this moment.

He Bei also stood there motionless.

He Bei's ten fingers were agile, and thousands of slender red threads poured out from his sleeves, flowing like rain and stretching towards the direction of the black robe.

The black robe remained calm and unruffled, gracefully raising his hand, seemingly disillusioning these lines and shadows a few times with ease.

Immediately afterwards, the black robe used the spring water from the spring pool behind him to forge hundreds of water swords that were as sharp as spirit snakes and struck towards He Bei.This water sword is so majestic that it can gather into a wall of water as high as an ocean wave.He Bei was shrouded in the shadow of this water wall, and his body was slightly small.

When the water wall was seven feet closer to Hebei, these water swords, which looked like water snakes, differentiated into thinner and sharper ice blades. In an instant, the cold light flashed charmingly, and the shocking scene was as dazzling as the Milky Way hanging upside down and the star hanging wilderness.

He Bei didn't take a step back, he waved his arm, and those mirror-like ice blades were isolated three feet away from him by his internal force.The next moment, as if time had stopped, these ice blades showed a still picture in the air, white flowers, illuminating the eternal night,

These ice blades were melted by the power suddenly released by He Bei, and melted into soft ice crystals.

Ice crystals are snow, so He Bei turned these ice blades into snow.

Pieces of thin snow, which are particularly conspicuous in the dark world, drift down, blowing in the gust of wind, like flying flowers, or broken flakes.

The sockets of He Bei's eyes were red, the blood vessels all over his body swelled, and his skin was hot. The snow fell on his body and turned into water droplets in an instant, and was evaporated into wisps of light smoke by his body temperature in an instant.

The black robe almost sucked up the spring pool behind him, and the ice blades turned from the spring water continued to fly towards He Bei, cutting on his skin, but never leaving any scars, and finally all turned into flakes of thin snow , fell on He Bei's body, and was warmed into drops of boiling water.

He Bei couldn't get a glimpse of Hei Pao's true strength, and Hei Pao was still trying to test He Bei. Up to now, the two of them were still hiding each other.

But the other party is easy to guess him, He Bei can kill Yang Jue with bare hands, the other party can easily guess that he is at least the eighth rank, with Bai Zi's blessing, it is not difficult to kill Yang Jue with an accidental burst of strength.

On the mountain road under Chunlei Mountain, the masters of the Zhenwu League and the three hundred black knights were shocked in their hearts when they saw the thin snow blown by the strong wind: This is June, why is it suddenly snowing.

Xie Juan stretched out his hand to catch the falling snowflakes, and the cool snowflakes melted into a few crystal drops in the palm of his hand.His eyes flickered, and finally a sharp look emerged.

He turned his head and saw that the villagers behind him had already evacuated, and he didn't care about it any more. He jumped into the depths of Chunlei Mountain alone without looking back.

The Zhenwu League and the three hundred black riders on the top of the cloud cooperated with each other tacitly, and followed Xie Juan's direction to Chunlei Mountain in a solemn and orderly manner.

He Bei noticed that the black robe was always wearing a pair of gloves, which seemed to be made of silver silk. If he remembered correctly, these gloves should be a sacred object of their Wujiang, named Wuhen.

These gloves are invulnerable to swords and guns, and can also break iron like mud, mainly to play a protective role.With the strength of the black robe, the function of this pair of gloves is really useless. It should be used to cover up Wuhen, so that others will not be able to identify his true identity through his hands.

This black robe wears a black mask and gloves, and he refuses to expose the skin of his whole body. The tricks he uses are pure internal blows, and He Bei can't see any way out for the time being.

In short, it is hidden deep enough.

The sound of fighting came from behind He Bei.

The True Martial League, the Three Hundred Black Riders, and the disciples of Jinghua Palace fought together.

He glanced back and saw Xie Juan's cyan figure also shuttling among them, fighting with the Bixiao Sword that Xu Tang lent him.

When he turned his head, He Bei raised his eyes again and saw that the top of Chunlei Mountain was ablaze, and he still didn't know what happened.

Xu Tang looked at the fire on the top of the mountain, and shouted: "Master He has led the team to the top of the mountain."

These words made the people of Zhenwu League more popular and more confident.

Although the old nest of Jinghua Palace is not Chunlei Mountain, there are also their believers on the top of Chunlei Mountain. The meaning of Zhenwu League is-kill if you can.

A shrill howl of swords rang out in the mountain stream, piercing the silent night.A dazzling silver light shot down from the top of Chunlei Mountain.

The speed is as fast as the wind.

This awe-inspiring sword energy from the sky directly turned the deep pit that He Bei had smashed into a tiankeng directly by taking advantage of the momentum of destroying the sky and the earth.

The whole Chunlei Mountain was shaken, and the whole mountain began to roll down with broken stones and trees. In the dust and smoke, both Zhengzheng and Demon Cult who were fighting could not help but be attracted by the sudden sword energy.

At this moment, a sword was deeply inserted into the ground in front of He Bei's eyes.A sword that had just landed from the top of Chunlei Mountain.

The hilt is bronze in color, obviously damaged, without a fringe, and wrapped around a piece of tattered and brushed yellow cloth.The width and thickness of the blade is between the swords, not too thin, but a little thick, the appearance is too simple, it is really inconspicuous, and the basalt patterns carved on it are not exquisite.

But this sword turned into ashes He Bei knew it all, it was his father's portable sword, the Apocalypse Sword.

So just now his father threw a sword down from the top of the mountain?

The distance from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain where He Bei is now is far away. It took him and Xie Juan a day to escape from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain. Unexpectedly, it took less than a moment for his father to throw a ball from the top of the mountain. Take down the sharp sword, and hit him within a foot of his feet.

He Bei suddenly understood He An's intention: to kill the enemy, let him do it himself.

With his father's temperament, if the opponent is not a master, his father would not even bother to fight against him himself.

He Bei knew that his realm was definitely not as good as Heipao's, but with his own weapon, at least he could have a little more chance of winning, just a little... If Heipao had already stepped into the realm of a master, his chances of winning would be even smaller.

Because the gap between the realm of the master and the realm of the master, it seems that the entire inland of Zhongzhou is missing.

It took He Bei only one day yesterday to jump from the seventh rank to the eighth rank. He is already considered an unprecedented and extraordinary genius, but no matter how talented he is, he is still a mortal, not a god.

But the sword is thrown in front of his eyes, so he has to try.

He Bei held the hilt of the Apocalypse Sword with both hands, and pulled him out from the dust on the ground. He held the Apocalypse Sword in front of his eyes, and half of his eyes were reflected on the blade. The eyes were filled with murderous intent, and there was nothing wrong with them. With the slightest temperature, he seemed to see himself in his previous life again, so fearless.

That's when he was standing in front of the city gate of Weicheng, facing the [-] disciples of Jinghua Palace and the [-] cavalry who turned against Jinghua Palace, he had just stepped into the realm of a master.

The realm of the master is also divided into four small realms, first knowledge-mysterious-dispelling doubts-peak.

He broke through a small realm step by step, and none of the thousands of troops attacking him could get within three feet of him. When he broke through the city gate, his strength was already above that of the master. The first martial artist.

The realm of heaven and man is invincible in the world.

He Bei has not yet reached the realm of heaven and man, but he seems to have the momentum to be fearless.Holding the sword blade with both hands, a cold light flashed across his cheek, tearing his mask. Under the mask, he was Shura in this world.

The heavy texture of the Apocalypse Sword is very heavy in the hand.He Bei felt that the rotten yellow cloth strip tied to the hilt of the sword somewhat lowered his grade, but He Bei felt that it was not a big problem.

The black robe pulled out a long rope that was shining with a faint blue light from behind. The arrogance that he had been deliberately restraining soared, and the long rope swayed in the air like a dragon, and there were gusts of icy wind.

Hebei also knew this long Suo, and it was also one of their sacred objects in Wujiang, named Shiva Suo.Shivasuo is made of thousand-year-old cold iron bred and refined on the top of Kunlun Mountains. It is extremely flexible and can be changed in shape. It is soft and hard for all weapons.

He Bei felt that the black robe might be serious about him.

At this time, almost all the disciples of Jinghua Palace had been wiped out, and the remaining few lingering, the Zhenwu League was going to take them back as living victims for interrogation.

Xie Juan watched with bated breath from afar.The young man facing the wind by the crevice of the tiankeng made his eyes slightly moist, and the blood all over his body also boiled. In his eyes, He Bei was no longer the little junior who needed his protection, he could already be alone.

When Xie Juan looked at the black robe again, he couldn't stop being surprised, after all, it was the black robe that poisoned him that day.

Winning or losing, life or death, He Bei takes it very seriously.He is not as extraordinary and free and easy as Buddhism and Taoism. Put it aside, he wants to win.The Apocalypse Sword has been on the battlefield for many years and has never been defeated. How can he shame the Apocalypse Sword, at least not in his hands.

The black robe finally spoke.He said to He Bei: "You can't handle my three tricks."

The black robe's voice was chaotic and rough, after he had deliberately processed it, He Bei couldn't recognize who it was at all.

He Bei looked terrified: "Okay, three tricks will be three tricks. I want to see if you are a human, a ghost, or a demon."

"Why can't it be, God?" The voice of the black robe came faintly again.

He Bei sneered: "Why can you pretend better than me?" He Bei couldn't think of a sentence that could pretend better than him.

The black robe finally said: "Water and fire never blend together. Perhaps, you and I are destined to be enemies."

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