Chapter 43 A Thousand Cups Less when You Meet a bosom friend

When he was drinking and eating, he said leisurely, "On the one hand, Ling Cheng's calmness, and on the other hand, Du Xuanling's heart is successful. Both mentality and martial arts are models of today's masters. His mind was a rare Ning Heian. The shocking situation in front of him only did not distract him at all like the illusion of the magic world. I feel that behind this fierceness, there is an indescribable level and beauty of nature. Du Xuanling roared and rose in the air and fell to the top of a huge and severe weathered like a human head. Under the fog of the moonlight in the morning, he was just covered in the golden light. Du Xuanling's majestic body is reflected on the edge of the peak and happily said, "You are ambitious. Tell me why the eight heroes from me, Du Xuanling."

At that time, on Mount Tai.

Ling Cheng looked up to the sky and smiled and said, "At such a moment when the sun shines, you can fight with the hermit, which is enough to comfort your life."

"I'm afraid it's not as simple as martial arts." Du Xuanling put his hands behind him, his eyes were like electricity, with a mysterious smile on the corners of his mouth, and happily looked at Ling Cheng, who stood proudly in front of him.

"What's the matter? What if it's not? On the top of the eight heroes of martial arts, you are Du Xuanling.

Although there was a mist in front of him, he knew exactly the movement of Du Xuanling's hair.

Since the moment their eyes are locked, their hearts have been connected.

As long as he loses his mind, it is a situation of horizontality. Under the momentum, no one can change this tragic result.

The sound of eagles in the sky came faintly, adding to the tense atmosphere of the mountain rain before the confrontation between the two.

Du Xuanling stood in the whirlwind mist and couldn't help urging his inner strength. He fought on behalf of the eight heroes and could not be lost.

The opponent is not Ling Cheng, who has the peerless magic power to dominate the sky. Although he is as smart as a warrior, under the pressure of his full power and strong momentum, he must immediately change the defense to attack, so as not to be crushed by his fist when he reaches the limit.

"Shang Zheng!"

Ling Cheng's famous domineering swordsmanship popped out of the sheath like a spirit, and somehow came to the slender palm of his fingers.

The rolling wind and clouds suddenly stood still, as if they suddenly solidified.

Du Xuanling appeared in front of Ling Cheng as if he were emerging from the ground and punched him.

There are no words to describe the power and speed of his punch.

A fancy punch showed the subtle changes of heaven and earth and penetrated the secrets of the Taoist kingdom.

Ling Cheng's elite eyes suddenly opened up, bursting out an imparable light. The domineering swordsmanship turned into a long rainbow and rose to the sky first. Suddenly, the speed surged. Like an arrow out of the string, the dragon broke through the waves and fluctuated several times, and the electric shot on the fist.

The fists and swords intersect, but there is no sound.

The clouds and smoke at the top of the peak suddenly gathered to the point where the fists and swords were handed over, and then the clouds disappeared with the amazing speed of lightning! It's like a cave that has just been broken into another space.

The whole peak is exposed to the golden light of the bright moon, which is clear and clear.

Munyuan, who watched the battle across the mountain, could clearly see the unforgettable strange scene of the moment when the two fought with each other.

Storm Scroll.

"Papa!"

Under the cloud-like piercing of an electric golden spear, it cracked into countless root-shaped flashes on the heads of the two people, which survived for a long time.

The red sun is colored and covered with dark clouds.

The torrential rain suddenly fell all over the sky, and the two top masters were immersed in the vast storm and lightning.

Du Xuan's eyes were like electricity, and he fought against Ling Cheng's sharp eyes.

Du Xuanling's cold face suddenly smiled with an extremely sincere smile.

Ling Cheng's eyes also escaped with a happy look.

The two of them looked up to the sky and laughed at the same time, even the thunder and lightning could not be covered.

Du Xuanling's fist was empty, and all his strength suddenly disappeared.

When the rain arrows came, they were so angry that they splashed and poured away.

Two people's clothes without half a drop of rain.

After talking about Hun Yuan, he suddenly fell into meditation. The confrontation between the two was too illusory. So far, Hun Yuan still can't figure out who won and who lost.

"The eight strange heroes have Du Xuanling's fist, Bai Hai's claws, mixed Yuan's palm, eight-step monk's stick, iron flute beggar's flute, Nangong Pavilion's hammer, Li Qianyun's sword, and Zhan Feiying's gun are undoubtedly not the top existence in martial arts. Ling Cheng learned the overlord sword and pointed to Du Xuanling's fist. If even Du Xuanling was defeated, there would be nothing else. The law has competed with it. Qiu Bingbing talked about the sermon.

"There must be another young hero in the world. When Ouyang Hongmen comes out of the mountain again, there will be no one invincible." The iron flute beggar said

Xiongfeng has been speechless. Maybe these so-called Jianghu hatred has nothing to do with him. At this time, Xiong Feng is calculating that Xu Guang and his party will block him when they do not return to Eagle Religion, so as to avoid long night dreams.

And the three people have an understanding of Xiongfeng's silence. The eight-step monk said, "I said, Brother Xiong, don't be unwilling or worried about anything. The three of us dare not do anything to you!"

Hearing the words, Xiongfeng was stunned and quickly said, "I don't regret to die, but before I die, I must kill Xu Guang, who killed more than 30 people in my family!" His eyes are full of murderous spirit.

"Is this really the case?" The iron flute beggar asked.

Xiongfeng's eyes were instantly full of tears and vicissitudes of life: "At that time, Xu Ganwen, Xu Guang's son, came to terminate my marriage contract with his own sister Xu Xiaohua, and looked at him inferior everywhere, and his words were sensational..."

When Xiongfeng finished speaking, the field was dead, and Xiongfeng's tears couldn't help lying down.

"Xu Guang is a killer 1" mixed tone aggravated the sermon a little.

"I was present in the battle between you and Meng Wuya. In fact, Meng Wuya is not as powerful as you think. It's not a problem to beat him in three years on your basis." The eight-step monk said.

Xiong Feng smiled bitterly when he heard the words; "Three years later, it is estimated that his bones have been smashed..."

"From your experience, I have seen your valuable courage, but you are a little less ambitious. If you don't dislike me as an old beggar, I would like to be your buddy, and life and death will be connected from now on!" Iron flute beggar.

Xiongfeng was stunned. After a quietness on the table, Xiongfeng turned cloudy and said, "Big brother, please be worshipped by the eldest brother!" After saying that, Xiongfeng knelt down and toasted.

"No," the eight-step monk interrupted, "Why can an old beggar be the eldest brother? Where is my old monk going? After saying that, he laughed.

"That's me! The three of us have been acquainted since 30 years ago, but we have only achieved positive results until today. Today, we are really happy to have this young hero!"

Xiongfeng suddenly became cheerful. In fact, this iron flute beggar and mixed yuan came here to catch up and become brothers, and he was lucky enough to step in for a moment!

Qiu Bingbing beside him also said, "Why don't you accept me?"

The iron flute beggar smiled and said, "Of course, you, your sister-in-law, come and do it!"

Qiu Bingbing didn't dare to speak any more, and it turned red to his ears. It's not easy to make him blush.

"Go everywhere, chivalrous, drink, love is long" suddenly said poeticly.

"Good sentence, can you say two more sentences? I like to listen to it very much." The eight-step monk laughed.

"When you go out, you will meet Jiayou in the middle of the road. I didn't say that I was drunk and stopped drinking. The wind seems to be drunk.