Chapter 48 Obstacle

The invisible wind swept up the dust all over the sky. Ren Xu only felt as if he had come to a different space, and there was nothing but red and black.

Some people are crying in their ears, some people talking in their ears, some people are roaring loudly, and some people are whispering, but all this can't make Ren Xu react, so everything lost their voices in an instant.

A heartfelt throb appeared in Ren Xu's mind, and then he found that his internal strength began to be uncontrollable and dispersed autonomously, as if to return to the state of ordinary people.

A hazy virtual shadow appeared in front of Ren Xu. The faster Ren Xu's internal strength was lost, the clearer the figure became. When his face appeared in front of Ren Xu, no matter how calm Ren Xu was, he couldn't help breathing coldly. That turned out to be the god of boxing, the god of boxing when he was young!

He is heroic and released, and his hair is simply tied with a piece of cloth. His eyes are full of self-confidence and seriousness. Although his young face is less heavy for years, he has more vitality.

"Master..."

Ren Xu couldn't help opening his mouth, and his mind shook in an instant. The internal strength in his body was like a flood. Ren Xu was in a hurry to run too high-mindedly, and forcibly pulled the out-of-control internal strength back to the right track through a few Sundays. But at the same time, the transformed boxing god also took action and pointed to Ren Xu's forehead.

Boom!

Ren Xu's head seemed to explode, and countless information flowed by. His limbs and bones lost their sense, and even his heart gradually stopped. Taishang Xindian runs autonomously, but it has become two cycles with Ren Xu, one gradually sprouts, and the other gradually dies. The vast and indifferent breath that had been suppressed reappeared. In Ren Xu's open eyes, his right eye gradually became silvery, and countless explosions were faintly seen in the pupil of his left eye.

It is well known that martial artists who step into the legendary realm will usher in inevitable heart disasters, just as monks will usher in natural disasters. Ren Xu also asked the boxer at the beginning, but he didn't get an answer. Everyone's different experiences, different experiences, and even different beliefs will cause different heart disasters. Other people's experience cannot be his own reference, and may even harm himself, so the boxing god did not tell Ren Xu about his own heart disaster at the beginning.

At this moment, Ren Xu is facing a test from the heart and from the sea of consciousness. The young boxing god is just an automatic transformation of heart disaster, and the standard of selection may be Ren Xu's most important person. This is very old-fashioned, but I have to say, it works. The moment Ren Xu lost his mind, he fell into the thousands of bombs of heart disasters.

The demise of soul and consciousness is only in time. Ren Xu is different, and there is another hidden danger that others don't have, which is too good! Ren Xu's own consciousness disappeared, and Taishang Xindian's sense of forgetfulness began to grow. In the end, as long as Taishang Xindian's forgetfulness consciousness occupies an absolute advantage, it will replace Ren Xu to survive the heart disaster.

However, in this way, Ren Xu is no longer the original Ren Xu...

Will Ren Xu let this happen?

No!

At the critical moment, a figure flashed in the darkness. I couldn't see the figure clearly. The figure appeared behind Ren Xu, and the same light hand pressed down. The consciousness and soul that had dissipated quickly suddenly shook, followed by a quick recovery. The illusory boxing god frowned.

The blurred figure and the phantom boxing god looked at each other, and both of them burst out with dazzling glory and then dissipated. At the same time, Ren Xu's eyes suddenly closed, and the world changed instantly and returned to reality.

With a breeze, thousands of miles of scorched earth has disappeared, replaced by a dense forest. Everything before was like a dream of sorghum and disappeared without a trace. Su Shaoyun and Yang Xuan sat in front with their eyes closed. Ren Xu raised his head and felt the breath around him. The internal strength in his body did not change, but Ren Xu's heart moved.

"So, this is the realm of legend..."

With his clenched fist, a smile finally appeared on Ren Xu's face.

South China border, Zhongzhou east, thousands of miles of snowy mountains.

Three people in thick hooded cloaks appeared on the mountainside. The snow was deep, but they easily stepped on the snow, like light feathers, but the wind and snow did not move.

The three of them took firm steps all the way to the top of the mountain. Behind this towering peak is a higher peak. It is snowing in the distance, and the sky and the earth are white, and no other scenery can be seen at all.

"Next, I'm on my way alone."

One of them said that the white water mist floated between his speech, and the other two did not mean to object. Instead, they stepped back a few steps. Then, the popularity rose, and a fierce sword spirit rose to the sky, smashing the snow all over the sky.

The retreated two raised their hoods slightly so that they could see more clearly, which showed their faces below. It was Yi Fei and Ling Yao. Needless to say, standing in front of them bursting with a sword spirit is a hundred miles in the sky. He looked at the south and faintly felt something in his heart, but he couldn't catch it.

Putting aside the chaotic thoughts, a hundred miles of sky stepped out flat and fell into the hanging place. Yi Fei in the rear almost shouted, and a hundred miles of sky had already walked in the void. Yi Fei narrowed his eyes and saw an imperceptible wire at the foot of a hundred miles of sky, and a hundred miles of sky walked on it so freely.

The wind and snow are all broken by the sword in the hundred miles of sky, and although the rope is shaking, no one is worried that it will suddenly break. Yi Fei and Ling Yao watched the figure in the hundred miles of sky gradually being covered by the wind and snow, with complex expressions on their faces. Yi Fei's mood is complicated because of the specialness of this place. One of the six legends, the sword saint of Shenzhou is located in Xuefeng.

And Lingyao's complexity is because of the person she will face on this journey. As a swordsman, she has felt the arrival of her master. Who is the owner of Lingyao? Definitely not Kensei.

At the middle end of the cable, he stopped in the long sky, stood on it with his hands behind his back, and swayed as the rope swayed, like a willow in the wind.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The invisible sound from the end of the cable floated through the roaring wind and snow, and clearly fell into the ears of a hundred miles in the sky. Hearing this sound, there was an undisguised disgust and hatred on his face. Just because the opposite is the son of the person he hates, his brother, and the one who deprives himself of everything.

A hundred miles of long wind.

A long black coat, a silver cloak, and a headscarf tied with crystal pendants wrapped around the head. A few rays of long hair hang down in it, moving with the wind. A face is similar to a hundred miles of sky, but more rigid.

The "brother" in the hundred-mile sky came out of the wind and snow and stopped ten meters in front of the hundred-mile sky. Both of them looked at each other silently and had nothing to say. Only the sword was constantly climbing and exploding, and the shaking of the steel cable gradually became smaller, because the wind and snow around them had been repelled by the sword spirit.

"Let's get out of the way."

For a long time, a hundred miles of sky finally opened its mouth.

"Impossible."

A hundred miles of long wind answered.

Simple, direct and clear. The two sides had nothing to say. A hundred miles in the sky pulled out a sharp sword made of fine steel from the back of the waist, and the sword spirit spewed out as soon as the blade shook. Baili Changfeng glanced at his brother's sword, shook his head, and stretched out his hand to pull out the sword from the big mantle behind him.

buzz--!

As soon as the sword comes out of its sheath, the sword roars in the air. The eyes of the hundred-mile long sky shrank, and it was clear to see the brilliance flowing on the sword of the hundred-mile long wind, which is a good sword, which is several levels better than the hundred-mile long sky.

"Don't get out of the way, then die."

Slowly walked out, and the momentum around the hundred miles of long sky flew more, while the hundred miles of long wind showed no weakness and also stepped out.

"That's why I chose to wait for you on the wire."

After a sentence, a sword stabbed out in a hundred miles of sky, and almost in an instant, the sword light came to Baili Changfeng, but he only shook his body easily, and even the sword avoided the attack without moving. It's just that when he looked at the sky again, thousands of swords had surrounded him!!!

"Tianling swordsmanship, snow."

It moves and quietly, but it is the same move at the same time! Yi Fei and Ling Yao, who were far above the cliff, only felt the sharp sword spirit suddenly coming from the depths of the sea of clouds in front of them, and then countless snowflakes flew out. Lingyao clenched her fist and seemed to come forward, but she couldn't move.

As a swordsman, my body and mind are no longer my own...

"Tianling swordsmanship, Xuelian!"

"Heavenly spirit swordsmanship, heavenly injury!"

The same moves were used in the hands of different people. When the last two swords disappeared in the sky, the two had returned to the starting point and were evenly divided. Different, just expressions.

The disgust on Bailichangkong's face has disappeared, replaced by more and more cold; while Bailichangfeng is sarcastic, obviously happy.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say you were a genius? What a rare kendo genius in a thousand years, how can even I, a latecomer, block you? "What?"

It seems that for some kind of venting, or to break some kind of shackles, the hundred miles of wind laughs at the hundred miles of sky.

"My sword."

The hundred-mile long sky did not respond. He just spit out two words indifferently. The hundred-mile long wind, which was still smiling, suddenly felt that the air around him was tight, as if a thousand pounds of boulder was pressing on him, and he could not move. Then, a sword condensed by pure sword spirit appeared behind the hundred-mile sky, the second handle, the third handle, the fourth handle, the fifth, the sixth, the seventh and eighth. A sword began to cover the whole sky, and a hundred miles of long flew in the sky, and the cloak turned over with the wind, looking heroic.

"Ethle 17! Sword wheel dance!"

The sword in his hand suddenly burst out, and a sword was cut out of anger in a hundred miles of sky. Hundreds of air swords immediately shot out, forming a circle around the hundred miles of long wind, and the tip of the sword rotated inward! The smile on Baili Changfeng's face completely faded at this moment, and he felt...

Fee the uncontrollable anger in the long sky!

This sword, this move, is to divide life and death!!!