The man in the green robe held an oil-paper umbrella comfortably in his left hand, and drops of rain slid down from above, like a scattered bead curtain, slightly covering his face. Only the pale temples emerged with the vicissitudes of time. ←

But at this moment, in the reflection of Wu Hengjian's vision and other senses, except for this umbrella, this person, there is nothing else between heaven and earth. The majestic rainstorm suddenly faded away, as if the water stains on the mirror were wiped off, the dark clouds and the long street disappeared at the same time, falling into the void, leaving only darkness.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong, Wu Hengjian's heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate, like a drum, and a sense of indescribable danger arose.

The man in the green robe in front of him was terrible!

Extremely terrible!

Similar thoughts echoed in Wu Hengjian's mind, and he felt that this was the strongest enemy he had ever encountered in his life!

He has never met a master in the past, but has never been hostile. I wonder if he feels the same way when facing the oppression of a master. In short, compared to the Soul Chasing Demon Lord who almost killed himself once, the person in front of him has put a lot more pressure on his soul.

The blood quickly surged back to the heart and was squirted out again. Wu Hengjian felt his hands and feet weak, and his heart suddenly rose and his negative thoughts could not be resistant. He could not have any desire to fight.

Does the suppression of momentum and soul just put yourself on the verge of failure? Wu Hengjian is at least an outdoor location, with rich experience, and trying his best to get rid of this influence.

Suddenly, the figure in the blue robe in his pupils grew rapidly, filling his sight, as if it floated in front of him in an instant, then held an umbrella in his left hand and looked forward with his right hand.

This palm is white, shiny, slender and powerful, and slashes out like a sword.

With this slash, Wu Hengjian's senses returned strangely. A loud noise came into his ears, and heavy rain splashed with mist shone on his eyes. A layer of water flowed through the wide and long streets. The stone slabs were cleaned and connected the houses on both sides.

But all this was so slow. The heavy rain was like sticky honey, falling little by little. The mist seemed to be a tranquil old man, slightly expanding, and the interval between the clattering sounds was very long, urging people to fall asleep.

Slow nature, slow world, slow body and feelings. They are so harmonious that the Wuheng Sword cannot be distinguished inappropriately, but the right palm that slashed obliquely maintained its normal speed, making it "slow" conspicuous and weird.

Through observation, a palm that simulates the direction of the Qi flowing on the surface of Jian Er San!

Of course, it is just Jiang Zhiwei's improved and weakened version.

Of course, it's just a surface state.

It is obvious that it is slow, but it is actually an illusion. It is essentially the "Seven Illusions of Immortality" derived palm technique driven by the core meaning of Ananda's sword technique!

How could this happen? How could there be such a palm technique? Wu Hengjian was slow to think. He seemed to be able to sit and wait for death. He watched the palm slash on his head, and felt a sense of danger in his heart. He only met in his life. He felt that the man in the green robe in front of him was like a god and a demon!

After all, he was not at a loss. At the critical moment, he forced his hands and posed as a whale swallow. He opened his mouth, darkness highlighted, and quickly rotated.

Then, he took a deep breath.

Suddenly, the vitality of heaven and earth and the power of rain palms were all poured into his mouth, his body, and his hands, as if all the rivers were returning to the sea, surging endlessly.

The rain curtain was torn apart, the palm force was destroyed, the long street seemed to be rolled up with a whirlwind, everything was involved, and the Wuheng Sword was the core and source of the whirlwind!

The hallucination disappeared, Wu Hengjian saw the world clearly, the scattered dark clouds and heavy rain, and the man in a green robe holding an oil paper umbrella at the entrance of the alley in the distance. He was nearly middle-aged, with white temples, deep facial features, elegant and vicissitudes, standing there quietly, as if he had never taken action just now.

At this moment, he saw Meng Qi take a leisurely step, giving people a wonderful feeling between movement and stillness, as if he had surpassed the sea of ​​suffering one step, and came directly to the other side, appearing directly in front of him, slapped out with a light palm, completely ignoring the whale swallowing momentum and the "dark" suction spreading around him.

This palm did not carry the palm wind, did not emit palm force, or even hook the world, and just fell down gently, like a leaf.

But Wu Hengjian's pupils contracted rapidly, which was even more dull than before, because this palm seemed to be open simply, but in fact it was impossible to grasp the rules at all. It seemed that it was everywhere, and it seemed that it was not everywhere, and it didn't know how to block, prevent, and avoid!

In the world, I am the only one who is the only one who is here and there is nowhere to be seen!

Even if he is not a Buddha, Wu Hengjian has savored the deep Zen meaning contained in his palm, as well as the terrible and depraved filth of killing all things. They are wonderfully connected in Zen meaning, neither the other nor the other!

The same goes for palms and me!

When this thought arose in his mind, Wu Hengjian was already desperate, and the sense of danger was even worse than before. Even if he lifted up his energy and forced his move, he could not stop the palm.

It's simply unstoppable!

Suddenly, his face became ferocious, and he gritted his teeth. He didn't keep it anymore, and he dared not keep it anymore. A dark mark suddenly grew on the middle of his eyebrows, full of the smell of depravity, killing, and blood, which suddenly dissipated the Zen spirit and condensed the demonic energy.

Bang!

The white and powerful palms were restrained and appeared directly after many defenses. They hit Wu Hengjian's forehead with a transcendent attitude, making his head bleed, his head silenced, and his soul shaking.

If it weren't for the protection of the dark demon scars, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Still, the dark demon marks were gone, turning into ink light, and they merged with the surging demonic energy that emerged from Wu Heng Sword's body, rose up from the ground, and quickly fled to the port.

"Huh..." Something happened, Wu Hengjian's backhand exceeded Meng Qi's expectations, and it was half a beat slower before turning into a long rainbow, walking through the rain curtain, and chasing him.

On the long street, water was washing the stone slabs, and the raindrops fell down again, and soon returned to their original state. The two external locations had no impact on the destruction, which shows the power of control and the weirdness of the battle!

The ink light fell into the sea silently, dived rapidly, and flew away quickly, but Wu Hengjian felt the sense of danger in his heart. It seemed that the man in the green robe like a god and demon was only one step away from him, and he could catch up quickly, as if he was really like a thorn on his back!

The danger was getting closer and stronger. When Wu Hengjian couldn't suppress his despair and fear, he suddenly felt lighter and the feeling disappeared inexplicably.

He was shocked and found a towering boat on the sea not far away, which was as high as seven floors, magnificent and majestic. There were flags and banners in front and behind, with different words written on them:

"Donghai Jianzhuang";

"what"!

It turned out that he encountered the He family's ship in the East China Sea, and his life should not be lost! Wu Hengjian breathed a sigh of relief, and felt glad. No wonder the terrifying man in green robe did not dare to chase him again.

At this time, a thread with a hook fell in front of him. Going upwards, you could see an old man with thin and yellow hair standing along the boat. His breath was introverted and he did not see any fluctuations. If you didn't look at him, you wouldn't realize that he was here.

Seeing that his tracks were discovered and there was an extremely terrifying enemy behind him, Wu Hengjian did not dare to escape, so he rushed forward and flew to the deck.

"The young owner of the house lets you in." The old man with yellow hair said lightly, continuing to catch his own fish.

Wu Hengjian followed the instructions and walked into the cabin, and saw someone sitting upright in front of the window.

Even if he sat, he was half a head taller than an ordinary person, his eyebrows were like swords, his eyes were like ponds, and his posture was casual. He was confident, as if nothing could bother him in the world, and no enemy could make him unable to sleep or eat.

"I've seen the young owner of the manor." Wu Hengjian knew that the person in front of him was He Jiu.

"What happened in Linhai City? Why did you flee in a hurry?" He Jiu asked directly.

Wu Hengjian's heart moved. He told the whole story, from the strange story of Mr. Yun's death, to the mysterious and terrifying green-robed strong man blocking the road, he didn't say that it might be because of silence. But he couldn't help but think so.

He Jiu gently tapped the desk in front of him and pondered: "The two palms of the man in the green robe have their own mystery, which is difficult to measure. The former is similar to the method of Xuantian Sect, and I have never seen the latter. I can't see the history. What clues do you have?"

Wu Hengjian shook his head: "I haven't heard of a strong man like me."

He Jiu took out a jade slip with a seal on it, and asked the Wuheng Sword to instill what he had just seen, so as to identify it based on his breath and appearance characteristics.

If not, just from the green robe, the slow belt, the facial features are deep, the white temples are white, the temperament is elegant, the eyes are vicissitudes, and when I hold an umbrella of oil paper, I think there is no ten thousand in the world, and I will get eight thousand!

Wu Hengjian also wanted to know who the person who was doing it was. He looked at it briefly and put the jade slip on his forehead to instill the image.

He Jiu looked at it, his expression remained unchanged, and threw the jade slip out the window and was dragged away by the fish hook.

After a while, an old voice came: "From the breath and appearance, he was the poisonous demon king of the past."

"His strength has increased greatly and should not be underestimated." He Jiu said to himself, and he was indifferent, as if he wanted to weigh the current Demon Lord of the Poison Hand.

It’s not just not to be underestimated, it’s really like a god! Wu Hengjian thought to himself, and then said: “I am leaving the left path and being chased by evil demons. I have always been secretly walking, and I am confident that I can be intercepted and killed casually. If the Demon Lord of the Poison Hand can stop him, someone will definitely inform me!”

"Do you have a partner of suspicion?" He Jiu asked with a smile.

Wu Hengjian thoughtfully replied: "I have seen the elders of the Zhu family and the Yun family in the next few days. If they say that they have lost their way, they are most likely, but unless they have a secret method to follow them secretly, they should not be able to discover it with their vigilance..."

"Who knows where you are hiding?" He Jiu still looked confident and calm.

"The Thirteenth Master of the Yun family, Miss Yun Qi, is a hall master of the local boat gang. He is the best friend and is the place where he arranged to hide." Wu Hengjian did not favor and told all the people he knew about.

He Jiu asked slowly to help Wu Hengjian clear his thoughts.

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At the shore of the port, Meng Qi stood in the heavy rain holding an oil-paper umbrella, looking at the sea-surface boats.

"Interesting." He whispered to himself, turned around, slowly stepped into the rain, and disappeared into the mist.

The dark magic marks on the Wuheng Sword just now look very similar to the demon lord I saw at the beginning!

Although it is definitely not the same, it can be seen that it is in line with each other!

Was it earlier than the one who entered the demon grave and Gu Xiaosang, or was there another hidden truth?

Originally, Meng Qi didn't care about the result this time, and just wanted to win trust quickly and get close to the ** Dao, but unexpectedly, something related to the Demon Lord appeared, which became interesting! (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
Chapter completed!