The river is surging.
The morning glow rose from the sky, illuminating the red flame gatehouse covered in gold, and the long-faced man sat in the building, without saying a word, waiting for Murong Yan to walk in front of him, and then whispered:
"Murong Daoyou... What do you think?"
Murong Yan sat down casually, there was no embarrassing expression on her fat face, but she was very comfortable, and said softly:
"He must have made an arrangement, you and I are by the river, and I want to give you some color for me to see."
He seemed to regard Louying Pavilion as his own family, covered with supernatural powers, he was not polite at all, he smiled, and continued:
"Bai Ziyu is a smart person, he knows that his own chance can only rely on Qi Lanyan, as for the uncle and nephew of the Helian family, they are just afraid of him to watch the pavilion, you look at Tuoba Ci, he doesn't even want to take another step, the people of Zhao Palace are about to come down now, don't establish their power... How will you use it then?"
It was Lou Yingge who smiled and asked:
"If so... What means do you estimate? Hengli Hengxing... Won't you come?"
Murong Yan stroked his beard and said with a smile:
"How is that possible!"
It was Lou Yingge who saw his appearance, only sighed leisurely, and replied:
"Yes, it is the nobleman's method that is good! It only took a reincarnation to the south to get things done... He took the path of the true king, leaving the Sun Dao Tong speechless, and his own house was messing around."
"My family's methods?"
Murong Yan smiled sarcastically, as if there was a big secret, and only said:
"In the past, my family didn't dare to say it, for fear of delaying things, but now it is gradually becoming clear, and it is irreversible.
"You say my family's methods, then let me ask the Taoist, what has Hengzhu lost after so many years of the sun setting in the west? At that time, the Purple Mansion was in a stalemate, and I went out to run a Hengzhu lineage for no reason... Does my family have such great ability? Don't look at everyone saying that the Murong family's methods have caused discord within the Sun Taoist system..."
"Who wants to be discordant, it is unknown!"
As soon as these words came out, Lou Yingge's pupils dilated slightly, obviously reminding him of something bad, he was a little speechless, and hesitated for a while, and then he hid it:
"Fellow Taoists, this is wrong, Hengli and Hengxing... It shouldn't be such a person..."
Murong Yan laughed and replied:
"This is natural, Heng Zhu is not visible, this matter can be counted on anyone's head."
These words were disrespectful, alluding to a higher person, Lou Yingge couldn't catch it even more, and his heart was secretly cold:
"So... Either Hengzhu's arrangement was earlier, and he saw any clues, knew that Yuzhen was hopeful of enlightenment, and he also knew about the troubles in the future, so he prepared early..."
"Or... It means that the general trend of the world is about to rise, and the person who has not been visible for many years, and a certain person above does not want Heng Zhu to be too deeply involved, creating variables, and deliberately using it to separate...'
"So that for so many years, Hengzhu has been almost unscathed, and the real loss is just a direct descendant who cannot become a direct descendant of the Purple Mansion, killing one person to stabilize a county..."
His pupils trembled slightly:
"Balance should not know... But Luo is willing to come to the next battle with Hengxing, do you notice? You can have a plan in your heart... Secretly cooperate, don't dare to go too deep?'
Neither of them wanted to say more, and finally brought the topic back, Murong Yan said in a low voice:
"Could it be Chi Buzi?"
Mentioning this name, Lou Yingge was slightly silent and replied:
"I've heard of him... Qingchi's first genius is now also a great real person, and his cultivation speed is extremely fast, especially the Purple Immortal Threshold, which seems to be easier than Wei Xuanyin's back then."
Murong Yan's expression sank slightly, and he said:
"It's not impossible, although Chi Buzi is wise to protect himself, if he really wants to have any benefits, he may not be able to come back and get a hand... Simply... How capable is he?"
The Yan emperor said with a smile:
"You, me, and the believer, there are three of them, there are also Jixi near the shore, three Sattan seats, and one lotus seat, even if the Great Yuan Guangyin Mountain refuses to send anyone, and Tuoba Ci does not move, how many people can take it down?"
It was Lou Yingge who frowned, and his eyes slowly looked at the south, and replied:
"Here it is."
Murong Yan also looked up and saw that the snow was falling on the riverbank in the early morning, but it was no longer stagnant on the shore as before, but pushed the cold wind across the river.
Ning Wan held the spirit sword in her hand, standing in the fierce cold wind, expressionless, and a figure appeared behind him, and she saw Bai Shui Taotao, it was Chen Yin, the real person of sword cultivation Yushui.
But Murong Yan's eyes quickly swept over the faces of the two of them, and landed on the face of the golden-eyed man next to him:
"Li Zhouwei..."
"Wow!"
The true fire above his head was quickly recovered, and the long arch bridge and true fire armor all turned into real fire, falling into the palm of the pavilion and disappearing like an illusion.
The man's golden clothes were fluttering, standing in the air with Murong Yan, his tone was flat:
"Daoyou Ning... What is this?"
Ning Wan didn't wait for the two of them to say more, twenty-eight white flags had already flown up, hanging in the sky, and the white light that was raising one after another was like a small sword falling from the sky, overwhelming and shrouded down.
For a while, the sound of killing shook the sky, the monks, monks, and demon cultivators on both sides fought and fought, Murong Yan only smiled, and a strong killing intent welled up in his eyes:
"Okay!"
The colors between heaven and earth immediately dimmed, all kinds of dark colors surged, and the originally bright flying snow also looked pale.
"Flattery"!
This magical power came like a wave, Chen Yin's figure had disappeared, the magical power wandered away, the two waters collided, but the white Fushui magical power was only enough to contain itself, like a reef in this wave, majestic and motionless.
Li Zhouwei's golden eyes looked quietly, the brilliance between his eyebrows had already condensed, converging into a bright color, he knew the effect of Murong Yan's 'Ning Wuchen' long ago, so he was on guard, standing quietly behind Chen Yin's Fushui magical power, he easily stabilized the magical power!
"Boom!"
The 'female water' magical power spread quickly, and the entire sky seemed to be dyed with ink, causing several running magical powers to stagnate together, but there was a little fiery brilliance, escaping from the dark clouds.
It was Lou Ying Pavilion's golden garment flying, those two eyes had completely transformed into bright crimson, and the clouds in the entire sky were rapidly retreating around him, presenting a scorching and vast sea of fire.
"The Gao family's 'true fire' technique!"
As soon as the two of them made a move, the entire sky had been divided into upper and lower parts, the clear and distinct water, the bottom was dark and dull, and the real fire above was raging, and all the flying snow evaporated into nothingness in an instant, leaving only twenty-eight white array flags struggling to protect themselves in the fire.
"Clang!"
At this critical moment, a white jade spirit sword appeared in the void, cold as autumn water, as fast as thunder, pointing directly at Lou Yingge!
"Zhu Sheng..."
This jade true swordsman from southern Xinjiang has always been a friend of Qingchi, Li Zhouwei is the first time he has seen it, his heart moved slightly, and he secretly remembered Ning Wan's bitter appearance:
"He is willing to intervene! Could it be... I don't know if it's Sui Guan behind it!'
He was not distracted, his thoughts only changed slightly, and the color between his eyebrows burst out, but he did not go to Murong Yan, but hit Chen Yin in front of him.
"Boom!"
The bright sun's colorful light quickly rose, opening up a place of light in the world shrouded in 'Ningwu Chen', and at the landing point of [Shang Yao Fuguang], a man dressed in white and wearing a gray cloak was slowly appearing, his face slightly embarrassed.
It is the demon cultivator [Letter Worm]!
He wanted to catch the two of them off guard, but he was unknowingly seen through, and at this moment, the brilliant [Shang Yao Fuguang] fell, and he was a little caught off guard, so he had to hold the corner of his robe and resist this light with his magical powers.
But the speed of [Shang Yao Fuguang] flashed extremely fast, fleeting, making him cough, Chen Yin had already bullied himself forward, but Li Zhouwei's figure soared into the air, the ape arm was lightly relaxed, the halberd swept past with the streamer, and the long branch flickered in the streamer, hitting the black shadow heavily, and a spark exploded.
The magical power in the sky temporarily condensed, and the excessive range of 'Ning Wuchen' was finally broken by the magical power of the Digital Purple Mansion, revealing the morning glow in the distance, illuminating the golden light of the halberd, holding the half-stick, half-sword, half-sworded spiritual weapon in the magic smoke.
The light in the halberd was dotted, like the rising sun, and the [Illumination] was running mysteriously, jumping out of it a little fist-sized, dragging the white streamer of the tail flame, circling around the halberd.
Li Zhouwei's eyes were once again reflected in Murong Yan's pupils, this Li Tianjiao held up his weapon, and finally had some smiles:
"Murong Daoyou... Today is a serious fight!"
Seeing that he made a move to stop him, the killing intent in Murong Yan's eyes slowly faded, and his eyes also looked away from Chen Yin, but instead showed a bit of excitement eager to try, and said with a smile:
"Okay!"
As soon as these words fell, Murong Yan's figure had disappeared from the spot, replaced by a circular halo that was one person tall and exuded white brilliance, surrounded by sixteen scales.
And he himself moved three feet out of thin air, two fingers and in front of him, releasing two golden lights intertwined into a circular Dharma light, and immediately the same Dharma light roared out of the circular halo, and they all came towards him.
Li Zhouwei raised his halberd back, turned his arms and jumped up, but held [Dasheng] upside down, pressed the long handle against his arm, stood behind him, and unhurriedly freed up one hand to untie the gold bell hanging diagonally around his waist.
"[Huayang Wang Yue]!"
Murong Yan paid attention to him early, his expression was complicated for a moment, fear and helplessness were intertwined, and he lost his mind for a while:
"Li Shu, Li Guangfu father and son's [Huayang Wang Yue]... This thing is famous for its dull weight... What are your plans to take it out at this time!'
But he saw his palm up, and the long bell symbolized by the precious and powerful position floated gently in the palm of his hand, and inch after inch of soft brilliance was emitting from the bell, shining in all directions.
[Light]!
The light white brilliance shone out, covering the entire battlefield in an instant, whether it was Zhu Sheng and Chen Yin who were fighting with swords, or Ning Wan, who was helping with heavy snow, they all felt the light white brilliance shining on them, draped over their bodies, and resisted the invasion of true fire and female water.
Li Zhouwei's previous fights were all single-handed, so naturally he was not in a hurry to use this technique, but now that the Purple Mansion was fighting, he naturally took it out early to resist the enemy.
"Hula..."
But at this moment, two light beams draped in light blue, and the golden ring-like magic light inside had already reached him, Li Zhouwei was not in a hurry and opened his teeth slightly.
"Ugh..."
Immediately, a surging purple fire flew out from between his lips and teeth, sweeping past, this purple fire was unusually powerful, rampage, and immediately swung away the two magic lights.
It was the ability of [Huayang Wang Yue] to [Spit Flames]!
In just an instant, Li Zhouwei was surrounded by bright waves, the sun should leave the technique brightly, climbing up along his arm, picking up the halberd, he had already thrown two techniques behind him, killing Murong Yan!
He had already seen that the sixteen scales in the thrown halo were the magic scales of [Bi-necked Jiao], so this light must be the light of confusion in the water, it is not easy to resolve, the best way is naturally to attack the enemy and save him, so that he can disperse the spell!
Murong Yan's [River Wall Stick] in his hand immediately set up, raising his eyebrows slightly, the brilliance of 'Ning Wuchen' magical power no longer expanded, tightly surrounding himself for three zhang, locking all the light.
"Clang!"
The sound of the collision of the spiritual weapon was as loud as thunder, Murong Yan really broke the spell, and after a slight pause, [Da Sheng] was full of brilliance, and another [Embracing White Light] jumped out, and two points of white light surrounded the halberd, resisting the brilliance of 'Ning Wu Chen'.
But at the moment when Murong Yan framed Dasheng, the Dasheng halberd rose with a hazy golden light, and the halberd was obviously still pressing against the river wall stick in place, but a golden halberd shadow threw out a beautiful arc and stabbed at his neck!
The clone of Dasheng [imitation] is wonderful!
"This is to use the split shadow to change my female appearance!"
Murong Yan's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, he already understood the other party's intentions, but he had to raise his head to reveal the face of the beautiful white woman with disheveled hair, and bit the light and shadow with a 'clang'.
"When his female form appears, his body is indeed temporarily powerless!"
The clone of [Attachment] shattered with a bang, but the main body of the weapon in Li Zhouwei's hand was finally not as constrained as it was in the first fight, the golden light was bright, and a flip swept away the [Riverwall Stick] that had already swept away the dimly lit mana, and advanced again, sweeping the woman's head to pieces.
"That's amazing!"
In the middle of the black air, the big hand as white as jade once again held the short handle of the [Heyuan Stick], and the fat skin that Murong Yan showed was finally thrown clean, and the mighty man stood out of thin air, his shining arms were as white as jade in the rolling purple flames.
The shape of [Riverwall Stick] expanded infinitely in the air, condensed into a huge black magic blade, and slashed down in the air!
"Boom!"
The sound of the collision of gold and iron resounded, dazzling bright sunlight rose into the sky, and the rolling gray light of the female water flowed like water, and this huge black magic blade like a mountain peak stagnated in the sky, casting huge shadows on the ground.
A little golden, like a branch and fork in comparison, stood in the air, holding up the magic blade, Li Zhouwei descended more than a hundred zhang, almost fell into the river, his hands were pale, but the river surface under his feet was sunken by the magical power, and they retreated to both sides, and a big hole without water appeared on the rushing river surface in an instant.
"Boom!"
Brilliant sparks erupted along with purple flames at the collision of the competition, and the scenery in the sky was instantly divided into two halves along the junction, half brilliant and half gray gushing.
The two monks who were fighting each other on the river were suddenly frightened and scattered, rolling and crawling out, leaving the chaotic battle situation to present a fault-like blank space.
The image presented by the powerful collision of magical powers only lasted for a moment, and the magical powers of the real people once again shrouded the sky, and the true fire and jade true light in the sky brightened again, intertwined with red and white, illuminating Li Zhouwei's face with light.
"Bang..."
The phoenix roared, the dragon roared, the flag was raised, the flag was moving, the dull sound was boiling in the clouds, the white gatehouse fell from the sky again, and the scene of the first battle resurfaced, Murong Yan stared at the other party's smiling pupils, and finally noticed that something was wrong.
The target of the "Gate of Heaven" is not him, but ......
[Kawagaki stick]!