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Chapter 672 0856: The century-old Xiaoyao King, the duel on Black Wind Mountain (please vote for me)

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    The rainstorm was pouring down endlessly, as if thousands of needles and threads were passing through it, densely stitching together the heaven and earth.

    What ordinary people see is the rain, leaning on the building to listen to the wind and rain, and looking at the rivers and lakes indifferently.

    What Jiang Dali saw was murderous intent in the sky.

    For Dongfang Bubai, this heavy rain is undoubtedly a perfect killing ground that can cause a bloody storm.

    Every drop of rain can be fully utilized by the other party's sunflower energy, which is so fine that a strand of hair can be used to turn the fingers around and make hundreds of steel, turning them into rain needles that are impossible to prevent, setting off a rain of blood.

    Such an ability was still difficult to use when Dongfang Bubai had not obtained the complete Sunflower Book and could not achieve the perfect conversion of yin and yang.

    But now, having cultivated the complete Sunflower Book, he has reached the realm of Heaven and Human. He has the Heavenly Thunder and Yang God, Baqi Poison Blood, and expanded meridians. His strength has surpassed that of the old eunuchs of the same realm in the past.

    Sunflower energy transforms into yin and yang, and the soft rain can instantly transform into a masculine and fierce murderous needle.

    Therefore, when receiving the six sects from afar, Jiang Dali felt that he did not need to personally take action. Dongfang Bubai and Huanhou would help him entertain these guests from afar. As for Xiao Feng and Lu Xiaofeng, they accompanied them to prevent the other party from having other powerful people.  The master hides in the dark to avoid capsizing in the gutter.

    At this time, another quarter of an hour has passed since hundreds of villagers humiliated the six sects. The notch in the corner of the palace not far away faithfully records that the time has passed.

    Jiang Dali was sitting in a small pavilion near the Land of Longteng in Heifeng Village, waiting for the arrival of King Xiaoyao. There was no one within dozens of feet around him, and the only thing accompanying him was a jar of old wine.

    Outside the pavilion, the sky and the earth were filled with thunder, lightning, and rain. Compared with the tranquility of a person drinking in the pavilion, the outside of the pavilion seemed full of madness and coldness.

    Jiang Dali listened to the rain above his head jumping on the tiles of the pavilion, rushing down, and the plump raindrops were connected in the corners of the pavilion like water chains and fell to the ground, splashing in all directions.

    He was completely immersed in the world and nature that he ignored due to his busy schedule. He was completely forgetful, but his thoughts were extremely clear. Not only was he clear, but he was also settling and becoming clearer little by little. His mind was promoted to the peak state before the war, conceived in the ancestral orifice.  The two gods of yin and yang enveloped the entire Black Wind Mountain from a more transcendent angle, and a feeling of clarity filled the heart.

    Then, he had an omniscient and extremely mysterious feeling towards King Xiaoyao, who was approaching quickly from the mountain road.

    Superman's spiritual sense told him clearly and unmistakably that since King Xiaoyao's sedan went up the mountain, the other party's invisible and tangible spirit had locked him tightly, locking his soul for thousands of miles. Apart from him, there was no one else in the entire Black Wind Village.  Someone who interests the other person.

    This feeling becomes stronger as the distance up the mountain gets closer.

    At the end of the day, the sedan was like a boat in the heavy rain, drifting up the mountain.

    The four strong men carrying the sedan chair carried the sedan chair to the outside of the pavilion in the wind. They stood upright in the middle of the road, staring blankly. Even the curtains of the sedan chair that were blown by the wind fell still at this moment, motionless as if tightly.  The seam is glued to the car door.

    "Master of Black Wind Village!"

    A voice came from inside the sedan chair, and the curtain opened like a straight iron sheet.

    The figure of an old man in white clothes floated out of the sedan like an immortal, and landed lightly on the ground. The raindrops fell three feet in front of him and then naturally slid away, as if there was an invisible barrier outside his body.  Isolate the rain curtain.

    Such strength has truly reached the pinnacle of the world.

    At least in the eyes of ordinary Jianghu people, he is indeed a miraculous person. His energy is smooth and does not cause dust. Every part of his body is full of energy. His body is like a lotus leaf, pure and flawless. Just like a lotus leaf, raindrops fall on his body.  It will pop open naturally.

    It turns out that he was in the sedan the whole time.

    For six and a half days, I didn't touch a drop of water or eat a grain of rice, but I was still full of energy and full of strength. I even didn't sleep for seven or eight days in a row. As long as I sat down for a quarter of an hour, my energy was as full as if I had slept soundly all night.  people.

    This is a strong man who has truly understood the stage of refining essence and transforming qi, refining qi and transforming spirit. He eats the six qi and drinks the cold water, rinses the positive yang and eats the morning glow.

    He has long, snow-white hair, and his face is as white as a crown jade. His strange appearance with no eyebrows and beard makes his face somewhat ferocious.

    But if you look carefully, you will find that this person has deep eyes, a straight nose, and sharp lips. In fact, his facial features can be considered to be of average appearance.

    Jiang Dali put down the wine jar in his hand and raised his head to look at the old man, his eyes sparkling with light, and a smile appeared on the corner of his cold mouth: "King Xiaoyao."

    The two people looked at each other, as if there was a strange spiritual power that secretly clashed in an instant.??As he spoke, his eyes suddenly shot out with a sharp light full of evil intent. The divine will locked the King of Xiaoyao invisibly and tangibly, entangling him and the other party like a spider thread. Through this invisible spider thread, one could easily sense  All the martial arts changes to King Xiaoyao.

    This is clearly the core and essence of the Immortal Seal Technique. This sect is derived from Xu Ziling's heaven-level secret art created by the evil king. Jiang Dali has practiced to the level of returning to nature in the 9th realm. It can be said that he is the best at this in the world.  A martial arts person.

    You can use this to know yourself and the enemy, fight a hundred battles without danger, and reach the subtle state of spiritually knowing the enemy.

    However, just when he sensed the vast and majestic Qi in King Xiaoyao's body, he also sensed that the other party's spirit was spreading out like silk threads. There were four four-thread-like spirits that were actually connected with that  Four bearers still carrying the sedan were connected.

    Before he had time to think about this strange scene, the four bearers shouted loudly in unison, their originally dull eyes brightened, and a mental storm broke out like a storm that struck from all directions.

    This sudden change suddenly interrupted the invisible connection between Jiang Dali and Jiang Dali with the help of the Immortal Seal, and he could no longer follow the mental changes of King Xiaoyao.

    King Xiaoyao smiled faintly and said, "This should be the Immortal Seal created by Shi Zhixuan, the evil king of Butian Pavilion of the Demon Sect. It is an illusion technique that can confuse and fool the enemy and ultimately control and defeat the enemy. Unexpectedly,  You can actually practice it to this extent.

    "However, although this kind of martial arts is exquisite, it is nothing more than child's play to me, King Xiaoyao. The seal method only fools my senses at a low level, but it is difficult to affect my already crystal clear and untroubled mind.  "

    Jiang Dali snorted coldly and said, "Do you already think that you have completely defeated Zhang Sanfeng?"

    King Xiaoyao¡¯s eyes narrowed, and a fleeting flaw suddenly appeared in his mind.

    Almost at that moment, Jiang Dali's eyes shone brightly, and the spiritual invasion of the Immortal Seal reached its peak. His body stomped on the ground with a bang, and he jumped out of the pavilion like a tiger and a wolf, with his five fingers forming a sword.  Like, suddenly slashed out with a knife!

    Click!  !

    A flash of lightning also happened at the right time, piercing the void above Jiang Dali's head.

    The electric light cut through the surrounding dim sky and earth, showing the many trees on Black Wind Mountain swaying wildly in the storm that whipped like whips from all directions.

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    The snow-white eyebrowless face of King Xiaoyao looks even more terrifying under the light of the lightning knife

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