Storm of Kings

Fufengzi was a little dumbfounded. Zhou Lie fought like a lunatic this time, holding a chilong dagger to evolve sword moves. I don’t know where he came from so murderous. As long as he is locked in, every move is like a quick move. One move was ruthless, and the sword intent that soared in the end was even more fierce to break all laws.

Watching him perform so much that the dust in his hand was slow for a moment, allowing the enemy to seize the opportunity to sacrifice the golden jade seal.

"Kacha..." The sound of wind and thunder filled the helix, and Fufengzi stomped hard to divide his body into three.

At the same time, a large number of cursive scripts flashed out of the robe he was wearing. Each cursive script was like a master practicing tricks. Thousands of handprints were instantly released, superimposed on top of them and collided with the golden seal.

The sound of collision one after another, spreading waves of shock.

Unexpectedly, a tall figure was erected, like the legendary Lei Gong, accompanied by the demon-like spirit of the thunder, and the three figures of Fufengzi were wrapped in the lightning, forming an electric cocoon at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhou Lie laughed: "Old man, can you do it? It's been sealed. How do I think this trick is aimed at you? If it doesn't work, I will scream. I can completely fight one against two."

Hearing only a sound of "huh", Fufengzi stood in front of the enemy with flaws. It turned out that the three figures just now were all illusions. He took the opportunity to hide his real body.

Fufengzi raised his head to look at the demon spirit that looked like Lei Gong, and snorted coldly: "The Guardian Sect has fallen, and in order to pursue strength, he will not hesitate to damage the potential of the ancestor spirit! Even if a group of fourth-rank monks are created in a short period of time, it is absolutely difficult to move forward further."

"Roar!" Lei Gong instigated his wings behind his back and said angrily: "You said it is light, how many people in the world can open the blood of saints as lucky as you? As long as they can reach the fourth stage of the ancestor stage! How about becoming a demon spirit Hahaha, the body of the demon spirit can provide me with powerful protection, and it has perfectly integrated the body of the master. Look at you again, for fear that the ancestor spirit will take away the consciousness, these years can only endure. You should continue to endure If you go down, you will be blessed by the sect in the heavens and find a way to control the Holy Spirit. It is definitely not a wise move to jump out in a hurry."

"Haha, so pitiful!" Fufengzi shook his head and said, "You people are always trapped in the cellars dug by the predecessors, and you can never enlarge the pattern! And you will only imagine the blood of the saints, and take this seat too much. The ancient saints, It is also far away from others, and it is still a matter of questioning from the teacher. The people of today are also far away from the saints, and they are ashamed to learn from the teacher. It is the sage that benefits the sage, the stupidity and the stupidity!"

Fufengzi jokingly said: "This is so good that the ancient saints are far beyond ordinary people, and they still follow the teacher to ask for advice. Now ordinary people are far less talented than saints, but they are ashamed to learn from the teacher. Therefore, the saints are more sacred. , Fools are even more foolish."

At this point, Fufengzi wrote in the air with a whisk in his hand: "The full text of the preface to the Lanting Pavilion is twenty-eight lines, three hundred and twenty-four characters, the whole text is charming and elegant, the words are exquisite, the stippling is like a dance, like the help of gods and people. It has been regarded as the best by the calligraphy circles of the past. Today, let you see the transcendence of this seat. As the descendants of the calligraphy, if the calligraphy is not vigorous, sooner or later, it will be fascinated by the public. So there is no vivid work comparable to the predecessors. , I would rather die."

The wind moves, the ground moves, the heart moves!

At this moment, it swayed back and forth, even affecting Zhou Lie's side.

"Lanting Preface!"

"In the nine years of Yonghe, I was in Gui Chou. At the beginning of late spring, I will be in the Lanting Pavilion of Shanyin in Kuaiji, and I will repair it."

"A group of talented people are here to stay, and Shao Chang Xian gathers."

"There are lofty mountains and ridges, and lush forests and bamboos. There are clear turbulences, reflecting the surrounding area, making it the second place to be the curving water..."

Zhou Lie was amazed. Last time, Fufengzi used a whisk to write the preface of the orchid pavilion and turned it into a net of heaven and earth, which produced a very strong force of rules. The strokes between the lines are emphasized and the structure is rigorous.But this writing is very different. The artistic conception in it is worlds apart. Each character is full of strange charm. The strokes and strokes are full of frustrations, precise and changeable. It embodies strong and graceful. The brushwork is not irritating but not violent. There is a degree.

Vividness is no longer enough to describe this Lanting Preface. The words are flesh and blood. Fufengzi's pen writes the vigor and calmness, and the expression is restrained to the extreme. Each stroke seems to be a world of its own, and brings a special charm to people.

"Boom boom boom..."

With the roar, Fufengzi's figure bloomed brightly, and the figure behind her suddenly enlarged, looking aloof and mysterious, like a god walking in the world. He didn't go to the town to cover the Bafang rivers and mountains, but just stood so calmly, mountains and rivers. Then fell over.

"Damn it!" the demon spirit yelled, the handwriting that rose up into the air like a demon mirror, making him feel ashamed and making his mind tremble, as if standing here is a great sin, he shouldn't exist.

"Roar, go to your mother, die!" Thunder and lightning washed outwards, but the preface of the Lanting in this empty book shined brightly, in the vast and majestic light, Lei also lightly called and blunt, like a breeze, Not worth mentioning.

"Wow!" The Master Protector of Taoism stared at the big round lantern eyes, and shook his shoulder to release four treasures, namely Wenchang Pagoda, blessing plaque, purple gold gourd, and Kongtong seal. Array, impacted towards Fufengzi.

At this moment, the whisk moves again, and when the book is empty, it is divine writing.

"I am not in the preface of Lanting at all, but in this preface to the Holy Church."

Fufengzi read aloud: "Gaiwen Eryi has images, and it is revealed that it contains life. It is invisible in the four seasons, and it is invisible to the cold and heat. It is to see the sky and the earth, and the silly and the fool know the end. Mingyin Dongyang, sages There are few in number. However, those who are easy to know the heaven and the earth are surrounded by yin and yang, and they are like..."

"Yin and Yang are in the heaven and the earth and the poor are invisible. Therefore, the image is known to be convincing, although stupid but not confused. The form is hidden, but in wisdom..."

"Er Yi, Yin and Yang, invisible..."

The words reverberated, there was a preface to Lanting, and the preface to the sacred religion, Fu Fengzi said it was right, his roots were indeed in this preface to the sacred religion.

The yin and yang change, and the road is invisible.

The Master Protector of Dao Sect made every effort to urge the demon energy and inject it into the treasure, causing the Wenchang Tower and the blessing plaque to flash with a demon luster.

However, when the handwriting swayed like a waterfall, it seemed as if the mountains were suppressing the Tao. No matter how many methods he used, he couldn't move.

Suddenly two words flew out between the lines. They were the words "Mie" and "Jie", standing on both sides like guillotines.

These two gods with both handwriting slashed down, where is there any demon spirit?Only one head rolled to the ground, and until the moment when his consciousness was lost, the master still did not believe that he was defeated in this way, and he died so simply in a different place!

Fufengzi gently shook the whisk, waved away the handwriting, and looked back at Zhou Lie and smiled: "You guy laughed at me, but now I can still laugh? It turned out to be useless."

Zhou Lie laughed loudly, and a bell sounded behind his back, immediately suffocating the enemy, and seeing Fufengzi's heart shocked by the power of violent destruction!