Chapter 291 Above the White Cloud

"Time is also life, this is all God's will!"

The face of this Taoist life in Qingyi is strange and ancient, describing it as thin. A Taoist robe was put on his body, and the big sleeves fluttered, but it seemed that there were two breezes in it. Hearing Wang Chan standing in the courtyard and asking questions, he suddenly sighed and slowly stood up from the ground.

"I didn't know what was going on until now. No wonder Hong Tianjing asked me to stay in Baiyunguan to wait for him, and suddenly came to this person to talk with me, but it turned out that it was just for your sake! Brother Hong, Brother Hong, is it a hundred years of hard work? Haven't you let you see through the kindness and resentment in this world...?"

The Taoist in Qingyi sighed endlessly, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but feel a little wet.

"In those years, my younger brother was born in poverty. After he got the treasure of King Yue, he wanted to follow the example of the ancient generals and go down the mountain to serve the Lord. He wanted to return the world with his martial arts. Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the world, I couldn't pull myself out, but sled in it. I didn't know how to repent... How could I think that a hundred years later, I would eventually die under the sword. It's really God's will, and it's beyond the human reach!"

"These have nothing to do with me. I'm here to kill people today."

Wang Chan stood in the yard, staring at the Taoist, but faintly revealed his intention.

"I kill people, whoever stops me will die!"

"Hong Tianjing didn't let me kill people, so he died. If you come to stop me now, then fight with me!"

"Are you Wang Chan? It's really extraordinary. Isn't even Mr. Hong your opponent? The old man who spoke was already gray-haired, but his face was ruddy, his eyes were like a owl, and his nose was like a hook. The first feeling was that he was gloomy and sophisticated, and he was motionless, like Cao Xiu, who had a "white face" in the Three Kingdoms. At first glance, he was a hero.

At this time, when he saw Wang Chan talking to the Taoist people around him, his eyes suddenly shot over, as sharp as a knife, which was obviously like a sea of hatred.

"Are you Lin Zhendong?" Wang Chan glanced at him, but his face was not strange at all. At this time, to accompany the Taoist in Qingyi, the identity of the old man is naturally ready to come out, and there is no need to guess.

"Yes, I'm Lin Zhendong. Unexpectedly, I was forced to this point by you as a young man today? It's really interesting! Although I have known Wang Chan's strength as a young man for a long time, it was just a hearsay in the past. I didn't have time to see it. Today, I finally saw it with my own eyes...

The hatred in his eyes suddenly receded like a tide. Lin Zhendong's face could no longer see a trace of shock, and the tone of his words became unwavering. It seemed that the enemy standing in front of him was not the enemy he hated to the bone, but the dialogue between the elders and the younger generation.

"The courage of the big man has also been cultivated through countless ups and downs. The higher the status, the more powerful the cultivation of the heart. To a certain extent, it is also the same as those who practice boxing. Now that I have fallen to this point, I can still calm down in front of me, but it's also a personal thing!"

When Wang Chan saw Lin Zhendong like this, he couldn't help admiring that the old man was calm, and he was really not a vulgar person.

And then again, Lin Zhendong has rich experience and is also a powerful person in the world. Although he is not familiar with martial arts and boxing, he is also a figure who has been wandering over life and death for many years. He has a delicate grasp of the world's affairs. With this alone, he has been Tell yourself that this young man standing in the yard is very dangerous, terrible, and really horrible.

Even he can see this, not to mention the Tsing Yi Taoist in the hall. As early as Wang Chan's last entanglement with Hong Tianjing outside Baiyunguan, he took action to save him and fought with Wang Chan's big gun. As a result, he was frightened and returned in vain. Before that, when Wang Chan's people approached the outside of the hall, he heard something strange in his ears from the wind all over the sky.

Wang Chan rushed from the gate of Baiyunguan to the back. The places he walked along the way, whether it was breathing, the sound of footsteps, the frequency of the pulse, and even the beating of the heart were almost perfectly and harmoniously consistent with the strong wind outside. To put it more clearly, that is to say, when Wang Chan came on this trip, he almost did not touch the ground and drove the wind. Any movement and static changes all over his body naturally changed with the sound of the wind outside his body, always maintaining a frequency.

And such a frequency, once falling into the feeling of a master like a Taoist in Qingyi, it seems that the ubiquitous wind outside the hall seems to have an extremely close connection with Wang Chan. People and wind are the same and inseparable.

Facing Wang Chan, it's like facing the wind in nature alone, invisible and traceless.

To put it another way, the arrival of Wang Chan at this time seems to come by the wind. The body rises with the wind, and the wind moves with people. The wind in the whole Baiyun View is brought by Wang Chan.

This feeling is very mysterious and subtle. If it hadn't been for the peak of Taoist theory and practice, people at the same level of spiritual realm and Wang Chan would not understand and feel it at all.

"Tiger roars and wind, dragons and clouds!" The Taoist in Qingyi looked at Wang Chan opposite quietly: "You're not here to kill people. With your magic power, I can't imagine who else in this world is worth your killing. You are simply exercising your mind in the world, sharpening your beliefs and martial arts with the word "grace and hatred. Your ambition is not to others, but to yourself!"

Indeed, Wang Chan stood quietly outside the hall at this time. As soon as his body was still, the wind in all directions immediately stopped. It gave people the feeling that Wang Chan seemed to be really the king of beasts on the roaring hills, standing at the end of the top of the mountain, looking down on all sentient beings coldly.

All sentient beings are like flesh and blood, all of which are the food in his eyes.

"I'm really here to kill people! But what you said is not wrong. Only when the person behind you dies will my thoughts be completely clear! That's right. It's him, Lin Zhendong. I'm here to kill him.

Wang Chan still stood quietly, with an indifferent expression on his face, and he only gently touched the big gun in his hand on the ground in front of him.

The material of this big gun snatched from Hong Tianjing is extremely special. Although it is the wooden texture of dragon wood, its weight is much heavier than the fine steel iron gun originally ordered by Wang Chan called Zhou Lin, and the gun body is extremely long, very long! It is four or five meters old, and it is a big shooting weapon used for ancient horse warfare.

A dragon wood with a length of four or five meters and a thick forehead is heavier than the same volume of steel. It can be seen that the weight of this big gun is heavy, and this can also be completely from Wang Chan's gentle twisting of the gun body and point on the ground in front of him, a sudden rumbling like a golden stone impact. From the sound, it can be clearly seen.

This big gun has six dragons and wood, and the head of the gun is not unusual. The tip of the gun is sharp, the snow is as bright as a needle, and the three edges break armor. A strange blood light is faintly brought out between the two blades. In terms of the degree of sharpness and hardness alone, it is not under Wang Chan's two Taibai sword pills.

Otherwise, Hong Tianjing did not dare to shake Wang Chan's flying sword with this big gun head before.

This big gun gives people the feeling of a dragon that will wake up at any time. There is a wave of evil spirit all over his body. When people look at it at a glance, they will deeply and involuntarily feel that they are on the ancient battlefield.

Thousands of troops and horses, blood flows into a river, limbs and arms are broken, and blood gas rushes to the sky.

General Ma stepped on the joint camp, one person, one shot at a horse, the head of the gun passed, blood was shooting everywhere, ghosts cried and howled, they would die if they touched it, and if they touched it, they would die.

This was originally the treasure of Hongmen's ancestor Zhenru's life. In Wang Chan's hand, his temperament and surname were perfectly integrated in an instant, as if it should have been so ordinary.

"So you also practiced the military method? And he practiced more deeply and thoroughly than Hong Tianjing. No wonder Prince Yue's big gun came into your hand and he didn't resist at all!"

As soon as Wang Chan made a posture, the man in the hall changed his expression and stared at him.

He was originally a peerless sword fairy in this world. He inherited the inheritance of a sect. He was older than Hong Tianjing. Even when Hong Tianjing studied art in Qingcheng, he also learned the posthumous letter of the king of Yue, so he was no stranger to the martial arts of the military family. Now as soon as Wang Chan's big gun hit the ground, he immediately found a clue from the middle and saw the root of Wang Zen.

"It's really the legendary Liquan spear!" Wang Chan stretched out his hand to stroke the gun and smiled, "I once heard that the Shushan Sword School in Emei, Qingcheng, inherits the real art of ancient sword immortals, the method of control of the swords, the divine god, can refine the sword into Qi, scattered in the invisible, and the sword is united all the time. I don't know if I will kill people today. Can you save the one behind you, surname Don't lose your life?"

The way of soldiers, superior attack heart, lower attack power, Wang Chan stood in place, motionless, but between words, he had launched the most fierce psychological offensive, exerting a strong layer of pressure on the other party's heart.

Since he entered the Baiyun View, he has killed countless people along the way, imperceptibly and faintly creating momentum. When he arrived at the hall, he stood still. Although he only said three or five words quietly, it was like a finishing touch, bringing the wind, integrating all the general trends before and after. Now as soon as he opens his mouth, he is It's aggressive, and the words are like a thousand pounds.

"No one can stop you from killing people. Similarly, if I don't want you to kill people, you can't kill anyone. In front of me, I am the only one who can kill people!"

The Taoist did not move his body. The whole person stood in place. Suddenly, there was no wind in his Taoist robe, and the hunting sounded: "Although you have practiced the magic power of soldiers and killed Hong Tianjing, your realm is also smart enough, but you are still a little short of waiting. Do you know? You just came in the wind, and when you were a hundred steps away from here, you were already aware of it by me. Although your heartbeat, breathing, pulse, and even smell are integrated into the wind, there is still a wisp of Hong Tianjing's breath on the body of the Liquan gun in your hand, so no matter how you hide your deeds, it is impossible to hide my consciousness. You are still a long way from the real unity of heaven and man, and the realm of unity with nature. In this way, do you still want to speak wildly in front of me?

"And, you don't really think that I'm special to protect this person, do you? Originally, it had nothing to do with me whether you killed him or not, but now Hong Tianjing has died in your hands, but I won't ask you to kill this person.

The Taoist in Qingyi's eyes were like electricity, and he was also a eloquent person. In the face of Wang Chan's verbal offensive, he actually fought back in a few words.

Up to now, the meaning of this Taoist in Qingyi has been very clear, that is, he will not let Wang Chan kill Lin Zhendong behind him! It is absolutely two different for a master to kill people, someone to protect him, and no one to protect him. Especially a master like a Taoist in Qingyi interferes from it. If Wang Chan wants to kill, he must defeat or kill him first.

At the beginning, when Wang Chan broke into the Baihe Guild Hall of Gao Qiru and went to kill Lin Yuanfang, this was the current situation. If he doesn't kill the accomplice in the way, he can't do it smoothly.

However, Wang Chan was not moved by the counterattack of this man at all. Instead, he fought back and forth fiercely.

Real masters compete with each other, and everything is the focus. Wang Chan knew the power of the Shushan sword fairy in front of him, so he did not dare to be careless at all. Before he began to kill people, he used words to accumulate momentum and wanted to find the best time to take action.

It can be said that in these conversations, the fierceness of the two people's intrigue and secret competition is no less than the hand-to-hand combat of real knives and real guns.

"It's ridiculous! The world is so great that there has never been a person who can always integrate himself into the natural world! You said I was still in poor weather, and you were not the same! In this world, the unity of heaven and man cannot last for a long time. Wang Chan suddenly laughed and exposed the trap in the man's words.

Indeed, at any time, you can integrate yourself into the surrounding environment all the time, adjust your heartbeat, breathing, pulse, and even breath to the most perfect harmonious state, and integrate with heaven and earth, regardless of each other. This state can't be realized in this world at all. Even if the immortals in ancient legends really exist, they can't do this.

It's like Wang Chan's long-distance run. With his strength and speed, he can theoretically run three or four thousand miles in a day, but in fact, this is also impossible. There is always an end to manpower, and it is impossible to stay in the same state all the time.

And people's mental state and physical strength are the same. High-intensity excitement is time-limited, and no one can survive in one state.

"You can really fight with me! I didn't expect that there would be people like you in this world. When fighting with you, any means other than force are all down. If you want to defeat you, you can only kill you. However, I'm sure that you can never kill the person behind me, because I have decided to pay tribute to Hong Tianjing with your head! After saying the last word "Hong Tianjing", the Taoist in Qingyi suddenly closed his mouth tightly, and the whole person actually closed his eyes in the hall. I only saw the Taoist robe on his body, and there was a lot of noise.

When he did this, he obviously didn't plan to talk to Wang Chan again.

(to be continued)