Chapter 1102

This autumn rain is finally getting worse and worse.

On the precipice of Qianren, Hong Xuanji's fight with Xiang Zhuang has become white hot. Xiao Yi, trapped in the Eight Diagrams array, is also in danger.

The night is like thick ink, the autumn wind is like scissors, and the coolness is like ice water.

On the cliff, Xiang Zhuang is like a wild beast. This meeting, the body flies in the air, looks at Hong Xuanji from a high position, and finally displays the powerful ten thousand poison Sutra. This time, Xiang Zhuang showed the Jiulong Scripture without any reservation. It is in this moment, a decisive.

In the night, Xiang Zhuang was falling gradually, and his face became black. The whole sky, in this moment, is black, especially thick. Even the air in this moment, blowing over the wind is a burst of dizziness.

It's just the change of the wind and the clouds that makes the poisonous gas rise within a hundred meters. The poisonous wind whistled past, over the cliff, over the mountains.

Some flowers and trees on Qinglong mountain withered rapidly in this moment. Some of the beasts in the forest also gave out a painful cry at this moment, and immediately died in the forest.

This ten thousand poison Scripture has reached the point of Xiang Zhuang. It's just a matter of raising one's hand and throwing one's foot that no one can smoke within 100 meters. It can be said that it is extremely tragic.

Of course, Xiang Zhuang was in the land of ten thousand poisons when he practiced the ten thousand poisons Sutra. It's also extremely tragic, and the pain is just incredible. It's like being dead once, getting up. Die again, get up again.

This kind of life and death is the final result of Xiang Zhuang's cultivation. At this time, the whole body is stirred up, like a skin bag stirred up by the wind.

Xiang Zhuang's eyes have gradually become green.

Like a generation of devil cloud, it will stand on the cliff. The poisonous gas surged out of the body, as if to destroy the whole Qinglong mountain.

As soon as Hong Xuanji saw the appearance of Xiang Zhuang's meeting, he immediately turned the whole person into Qi Qing. In the sky, there were seven Hong Xuanji who were better dressed in white than snow. From all directions, he raised his hand and patted it.

This battle has come to this point. The time for the final victory has come. All the martial arts that Hong Xuanji has mastered in the past few years have been put into full play at this moment.

No one knows which figure in the sky is Hong Xuanji's real body. Looking around, the sky is full of phantoms.

Hong Xuanji has gradually evolved from a real move into a virtual move.

In addition, among the palm shadows of the seven figures, they were all with a strong murderer. The strong wind blows on my face and I can't tell the true from the false.

However, at this critical moment, Xiang Zhuang stood still on the cliff.

Moving is not moving, and not moving is moving.

At this time, Xiang Zhuang is so strange standing on the cliff, motionless. The whole person seems to be a monk. Only from his body around the spread of the gas, filled the whole space.

The palm shadow is heavy. Hong Xuanji has seven parts, and the seven palm shadows are surging.

Pop, pop, pop.

Everyone did not expect that Hong Xuanji's seven palms were divided into seven parts. Everywhere is killing, this will be issued from all sides, directly hit in the Xiang Zhuang body.

Come on, come on.

What's the speed? That's the speed. Seven separate bodies and seven palm shadows are all printed on Xiang Zhuang's body.

Xiang Zhuang sent out a stuffy hum, those monstrous poison gas. At this moment, it was even more rampant. And from Xiang Zhuang's mouth, there was already a mouthful of blood.

After a mouthful of blood gushed out, Xiang Zhuang stood on the ground, all in peace. Right punch, hit Hong Xuanji on the nose.

This move is more simple.

Everyone thinks that Hong Xuanji can easily dodge under such a punch.

Including Hong Xuanji, I think so.

However, when Hong Xuanji pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, he thought he had escaped the blow. Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his left cheek, as if all the bones on his left face were broken.

It turned out that this punch of Zhuang's still hit Hong Xuanji in the face.

For the first time in the world, Hong Xuanji was finally hit with a rather treacherous punch.

Xiang Zhuang looked at Hong Xuanji in front of him and said coldly, "you are defeated."

Hong Xuanji shook his head and felt the pain of his left cheek. Looking at the young man in front of him, he shook his head and said in a low voice: "I shouldn't have been defeated"

"but you have been defeated." Xiang Zhuang's poisonous gas all over his body gradually converged.

Hong Xuanji looked up at the autumn rain flying all over the sky, and now he laughed desolately. The autumn rain of the whole heaven and earth finally fell down and wetted the whole heaven and earth.

Xiang Zhuang didn't make a move. At this time, he stood on the cliff. Looking at Hong Xuanji in front of him, his face has become dark."Can you still live?" suddenly, Hong Xuanji looked at the Royal young Xiang Zhuang and asked in a cold voice.

Xiang Zhuang took a deep breath, and the rain gradually wet his hair. The corner of the mouth pulled out a smile, opening a low voice way: "in fact, I don't know."

Ha ha ha.

Hong Xuanji burst out laughing again, as if Xiang Zhuang's words were a big joke.

Xiang Zhuang is still as motionless as a mountain, standing on the cliff. For a moment, a moment of silence. No one ever knew what this project was thinking.

"However, the number one in the world is mine. You are defeated." After a long silence, Xiang Zhuang suddenly began to sigh in a low voice.

Although Hong Xuanji was unwilling, he still nodded at this time and said in a low voice: "yes, the number one in the world is yours. I'm defeated."

The voice showed a desolate loneliness. Hong Xuanji was heavy at this time, as if he was going to suffocate.

The autumn rain gradually wet the clothes of Hong Xuanji and Xiang Zhuang, and the coolness is more thorough.

On the cliff, Hong Xuanji and Xiang Zhuang are just opposite. Finally, both of them were silent.

Both of them reached the peak in martial arts. No one ever thought that after a fierce struggle and entanglement. After the last fight, what are they thinking about?

maybe they are the best in the world.

Perhaps, after all, the other party can not fly down from the cliff.

After all, Hong Xuanji, who is better than snow in white, is getting dark all over his body. The skin on the body finally rotted one by one.

Xiang Zhuang's poison gas can destroy everything.

The punch hit Hong Xuanji in the face, and poison gas entered his body. Finally, it led to the erosion of Hong Xuanji's body. After all, it was under the attack of the poisonous gas that he lost every inch of his body.

From inside to outside, Hong Xuanji, an expert of the generation, gradually turned into several pools of clean water after erosion.

However, Hong Xuanji is at the last moment. Still white than snow, standing on the cliff, don't let yourself fall. Looking at the dark night, he suddenly began to roar: "Li Taibai, don't you want to come out to see me at this time?"

his voice is pathetic, resounding in the night.

The night was cool and there was no echo.

In Qinglong mountain, Li Taibai never appeared. It seems that I don't know that Tianji Pavilion is experiencing a life and death disaster.

"Are you really on the way of heaven? You have gone too far. Even looking back, are you unwilling? "Hong Xuanji is still standing on the cliff, looking at the distant night sky, and continues to roar:" cloud high and sea wide, Li Taibai, are you really standing in the cloud high and sea wide place? I'm as small as a mole ant, isn't it worth you to look down? "

in the sadness, with a trace of anger.

Hong Xuanji has gradually felt the melting of his life, and he is about to come to the end of his life. Moreover, under the poison gas of this village, under the cliff, the Hongmen elder in the eight trigrams and two instruments array has been attacked.

The situation in the eight trigrams array has been reversed. The illusory light and shadow, as well as the human figures in the big array, are heavily affected by the poison gas. After a period of sluggish operation, the formation becomes more and more endless. The figures and the lights began to take shape.

Xiao Yi, who has been crazy, has been in the eight trigrams array, hunting crazily.

It's like the wolf goes into the sheep.

The Tianji Pavilion of Hongmen, under such crazy hunting, has been gradually dying.

However, at this time, Li Taibai still did not appear.

This let Hong Xuanji's heart, bit by bit despair down.

At last, Hong Xuanji put down his obsession. Looking at the night sky above his head, he said in a low voice: "all appearances are illusory. If you see that all appearances are not appearances, you will see the Tathagata. "

Hong Xuanji, an expert of a generation, finally left the world forever under the Wandu Sutra.

On the ground, only Hong Xuanji's white suit was left.

Xiang Zhuang stands on the cliff. He will open his eyes and look at the white clothes on the ground. In the eye son a burst of fine awn twinkle, open mouth again firm way: "I know, you are not the first in the world."

After that, Xiang Zhuang was as pale as paper. The whole body started to shake.

The whole person began to vomit blood violently. A mouthful of blood, all are sprayed out. Sprinkle in this piece of night, and then gradually be opened by the rain, diffuse in this piece of lifeless land.

Cough cough -

after the blood gushed out violently, Xiang Zhuang put out his hand to cover his mouth. After coughing violently for a while, Xiang Zhuang finally stood upright after shaking.

Slowly and forcefully spread out the palm, palm has a fast internal organs broken pieces. Bloody, the wind blowing, blood is strong up.