Although the head of Changying is a man who has passed down a long time ago, his portraits are painted on many scrolls that have been passed down from the world, and the Grandmaster of the Rufeng Sect worships the majestic jade carvings of the first leader. Therefore, Ye Wangxi almost instantly reacted: "A Si, open the barrier quickly! You can't beat him!"

Of course I can't beat...

Who can beat it?

I'm afraid that if Chu Wanning, the most powerful master in the cultivation world, can fight him, it will be difficult to have a chance of winning.

Nangong Si was trembling, but not because of fear, but because of an extremely strong sadness and anger - Taizhu... Xu Shuanglin actually made the remains of Taizhu's sect into Zhenlong pawns!

Crazy...

It's really crazy!

That was their ancestor, the soul of the Confucian Feng Sect, the root of the Confucian Feng Sect, and the gods respected by generations of disciples and descendants for hundreds of years.

It’s Nangong Changying!

The blue veins on Nangong Si's neck were thundering suddenly, and he let out a twisted roar, like a tiger roaring in the mountains: "Xu Shuanglin!!! No, Nangong Xu!!! Come out for me!!! Come out!!!"

The lingering sound is like a vulture coiling, and it will not disperse for a long time.

No one answered him, of course Xu Shuanglin would not come out.

The only reaction was that Nangong Changying, whose eyes were covered by silk belts, he tilted his face slightly, his pale fingers slid his sword sheath, and the sword buried with him came out of the box, and the dragon light shone.

He held the sword and slowly took another step.

At the same time, Nangong Si took a step back, and he murmured: "Taizhu..."

Nangong Changying walked calmly, and the tip of his sword was on the jade steps, making a harsh scratching sound. His eyes were covered, and this silk belt was tied with magic after his death and could not be picked down. Therefore, he could not see the way in front of him clearly, and could only rely on the sound and smell to judge Nangong Si's position.

"Who are you?"

Suddenly, a low and ethereal voice sounded.

It was Nangong Changying who was talking!

"Why did you trespass here?"

It was shocking to hear the hundreds of years of ancestors speaking, even as a chess piece.

Nangong Si swallowed his saliva and said, "Taizhu, I..."

“…”

He suddenly let go of the long sword he was holding, knelt down and kowtowed: "Young people are unworthy, the seventh generation of the Rufeng Sect clan, Nangong Si worshipped him."

"The Seventh Generation...Si..." Changying's body repeated these words slowly and numbly, then shook his head, raised his sword and said only one word, "Kill."

Weapons meet!

When Nangong Si hit him, he felt his arms were sore and numb. His ancestors were as powerful as he was approaching. His face was white and he was breathing like ice.

"Kill those who trespass."

"Too leader!"

The sword blossoms are dazzling, and the sword momentum is both sharp and amazing. When the iron blades collide with the iron blades, fire is splashing everywhere, and snow is shining.

Xue Zhengyong punched the barrier with a punch, and Li Ran said, "Are you crazy? How could you beat it?"

Who doesn’t know Nangong Changying’s bravery? According to legend, his power is amazing. Even without weapons, he can knock rocks into pieces with one hand.

Deal with him?

I'm afraid that ten Nangong Si are not enough for his ancestors to play.

Nangong Si's mind was almost blank. He never expected that one day he would fight against the first leader of the Rufeng Sect in Jiaoshan. With the collision of the two swords for the first time, he was suddenly repelled ten feet away. If he hadn't been on the ground in time, he would have been kneeled in the pile of weeds at this moment.

Nangong Changying raised his sword and slowly approached again.

He repeated the instructions in a low voice: "Kill..."

At this moment, outside the barrier, Xue Zhengyong kept hammering the film in annoyance. Jiang Xi frowned and pursed his lips without saying a word. The owner of the Ma village simply covered his eyes, "Oh, ah" and did not dare to look. Huang Xiaoyue was secretly frightened and glad that he was secretly shocked and glad. Fortunately, he did not catch Nangong Si at the beginning. If Nangong Si really tied up Nangong Si to Jiaoshan alone, he would probably be himself when facing the first leader of the Rufeng Sect.

Only Chu Wanning stared at Nangong Changying's actions without blinking. He felt something was wrong, it was really wrong.

Who is Nangong Changying?

It’s all about the two evil beasts he subdued, one is the demon dragon and the other is Gun. They are both ancient evil beasts. It doesn’t need to say much about how terrible this person’s spiritual power is. Even if his soul has already left his body at this time, the only thing that remains in the world is a body, and many spells cannot be used, but the fighting obviously should not be affected.

So how fierce is Nangong Changying’s fighting skills?

Near Dongji Feihua Island, there is a ruin that is full of flaunting the Confucian style gate - a lake in the island.

This lake is not big or small, and it is stagnant, and there is no magnificent scene. It takes about half an hour to walk around it.

However, everyone knows that this lake is not a lake, but a small hill. It was the lake that was used by Nangong Changying to hide and dodge several times when Nangong Changying fought fiercely. In the midst of fierce fighting, Nangong Changying fell on the rocks for dozens of heavy punches. As a result, with the last punch, it smashed the stubborn stones a hundred feet high, collapsed, and the land collapsed and the earth cracked. From then on, the mountains were gone and rain accumulated into a pond, which made this lake in later generations.

So it was not Chu Wanning who looked down on Nangong Si, but he felt that when Nangong Changying's first sword faced Nangong Si, Nangong Si should fly a hundred feet away, and there would never be a chance to get up.

There is something strange about this corpse.

Chu Wanning's eyes were like a sharp blade that scraped through every inch of Nangong Changying's muscle bone.

Suddenly, his sharp eyes froze and landed on the arm where Nangong Changying held the sword. He paused, and a ball of fire was lit up in his mind for a moment. He suddenly realized what was wrong—

On the other side, Nangong Si was struggling to stand firm with his sword, shakingly. He was like the wolf dog he raised, and could defeat, but he would never escape. He used his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, and was about to fight again, but suddenly he heard a familiar voice behind him saying, "Try to his left, and his left arm meridians have been broken."

"Master Chu?"

"Don't get distracted." Chu Wanning stood outside the barrier, staring at the two of them with brown eyes, "Even if Nangong Changying breaks her left arm, she can't take it lightly."

Hearing Chu Wanning say this, the leaders around him all looked on Changying's left arm. Sure enough, they found that the left arm of the corpse was soft and weak. Xue Zhengyong said in surprise: "Has Chief Changying actually cut off his meridians after his death?! Who did it?"

...

No one answered.

But people as familiar with Changying's life as Ye Wangxi have quickly understood.

Who did it? Who in this world would break his meridians, and who could break his meridians?

Nangong Si, who was fighting against Nangong Changying, stared at the face of his ancestors, and the face that was exactly the same as the jade carvings of the Xianxian Hall, just as if Nangong Changying was still alive in this world and had never gone to death.

If he is really alive, if he is really not dead, if the years of these hundreds of years are written off, then at this moment, is he being tested by the first generation of sects, undergoing his trials, and his advice?

"Nao Baijin! Come here!" Nangong Si's consciousness gradually returned to his body. He shouted at the demon wolf, turned over and stepped on, stared at the left arm of the leader Changying, and attacked at an extremely fast speed.

A scene of childhood flashed in front of my eyes.

He stood in front of the magnificent jade carving of Xianxian Hall, tilted his head to look at the statue of the first leader.

The child's perspective is always strange. He suddenly turned his head and said to Rong Yan, "My grandma, this statue has not been done well."

"Why didn't it be done?" Rong Yan dragged her luxurious robe, covered her mouth with a chew, coughed gently, walked to the child, looked up at the statue of the head of Changying, "Isn't it very good? It's so vivid that it looks lifelike."

"……Can't understand."

Rong Yan sighed. She was impatient and wanted to stuff the knowledge that others had to learn for twenty years into her son's head in two years: "It's just like a living person, and every detail is very vivid. Haven't these two words been taught to you last time?"

Nangong Si curled his lips and said, "But the eagle was wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"Look at me, my mother." He pointed to the left arm of the first leader and pointed to his right arm. "The left arm is thicker than the right arm. I have been staring at it for a long time. It must be thick and thin, and it is asymmetry at all. It's wrong!"

As he said, he raised his arms to show Rong Yan, and explained to his mother seriously: "My arms are as thick as both sides, as well as my mother's, as well as my father's... So this carving is wrong, let the craftsman reshape one!"

"So that's what Si'er meant." Rong Yan shook her head and said, "This is not the fault of the craftsman, but the fact that Taizhu's left and right arms were a little bit bad."

"Why? Is it born?"

"Of course it's not born." Rong Yan said, "Taishou used his left hand. The strength of his left arm is much greater than that of his right arm. Over time, the left side will gradually become thicker and more powerful than the right side. Therefore, the craftsman who carved this statue did not make any mistakes, but instead took great care and noticed these subtleties."

"Zheng--!"

Two long blades faced each other, Nangong Si and Nangong Changying were very close to each other, and gritted their teeth to fight against each other through the weapons of the sparks.

Nangong Changying, who lost her habitual left hand, faces Nangong Si, who is scarred but exhausts his last bit of physical strength. This is a hand-to-hand battle.

Xue Zhengyong had an idea that made him gasp: "Is the meridians in his left arm... Could it be that he broke himself?!"

In fact, it is not just Xue Zhengyong, but many people who are watching the barrier gradually have such speculation in their minds:

Since the high-level disciples of the Rufeng Sect, after they were buried, they had to use spiritual power to cover their eyes with silk belts. Is it really just "traveling on a crane, and looking at the sky"?

Is it possible that Nangong Changying has also predicted that the world will change for a hundred years and will change in vicissitudes?

Therefore, when he founded the Rufeng Sect, he had already thought of the doomsday and dusk of the Rufeng Sect. The reason why he blocked the eyes of every burial disciple was that he could not exert his strongest combat power and could not harm the world.

Therefore, the Shenwu who had been with him throughout his life was not in the coffin, he only had a long sword.

Therefore, before he died, he cut off all the meridians in his left arm. Even if there were really unrighteous people in the future, they would not be able to obtain all their combat power with his body.

But the answer is unknown after all.

After more than a dozen rounds of fighting, Nangong Si suddenly caught the eye of the Tai leader frowned slightly and murmured: "Nanggong...Si...The Seventh Generation..."

Outside the barrier, Mo Ran focused his mind and watched Nangong Changying's every move. As the Emperor of Immortal, he was different from the points observed by all the decent people present. He could accurately detect some things that people who had never played the Zhenlong chess game were difficult to find immediately.

In Mo Ran's opinion, this corpse was obviously different from the rest. He seemed to have been struggling and regaining his consciousness during his lifetime.

This is also what Mo Ran was worried about before. Although the Zhenlong chess game is one of the three forbidden techniques, no spell in the world will be perfect. If a person's willpower is particularly strong, the caster must continuously apply spiritual flow to it to suppress the resistance of the chess piece.
To be continued...