With a seemingly casual punch, the purple-clothed woman was forcefully embedded into the canyon wall. Wang Xianzhi only glanced at her but did not pursue her. Instead, she leaped back to the ferry. There were still water stains on the deck. Without the old immortal's order, the ferry continued to move forward. No one dared to get close to the ship, and they all whispered to each other. Nowadays, purple clothing was all the rage in the world. Some pretty young heroines in Jianghu all liked to wear purple clothes and dresses. Those on the ship who had been in Jianghu before were not sure that the purple dress blocking the river was the current Wulin Alliance Leader. If the woman was Xuanyuan Qingfeng, the House Master of Great Snow Plains, then who else could the old man standing at the bow of the ship who could beat her into a pulp be? The ferry under Wang Xianzhi's feet moved forward slowly. Before crossing the gorge, they were getting closer and closer to the new grave. The Jianghu people and common people on the ferry were on tenterhooks.
Wang Xianzhi did not look sideways. At the cliff of the gorge, there was a slight sound of gravel falling into the river. The loose purple clothes were like living vines and grass after winter. They grew again when the spring breeze blew, and like overflowing water, they "seeped" out of the stone pit. Strands of purple clung to the stone wall. Everyone on the ferry was scared out of their wits. Could the woman really be the incarnation of the unkillable evil dragon of Guangling River? The woman wrapped in purple slowly floated out of the grave. She stretched out a hand and pressed it against her mouth. However, scarlet blood still seeped through the gaps between her fingers. Reaching the Celestial State named by Gao Shulu 400 years ago, the flow of Qi and the birth and death of Qi were extremely fast. If the Xuan Finger State was to "see" the Qi of all things in the world and "change the rules", then wait for an opportunity to knock the finger and ask, or cut off or help the process, then the Celestial State was to feel the entire vein and act according to the situation. However, Gao Shulu once said that the Celestial State was the gatekeeper of the courtyard in the human world. She also understood the principle of "beating a dog depends on its master". Ordinary Celestial State masters would inevitably be tainted by Qi when they killed people. Han Shengxuan deliberately stayed at the Xuan Finger State for his whole life so that he could be more unscrupulous when he killed a Jianghu master. Xuanyuan Qingfeng used the original method created by her ancestor Xuanyuan Pan to crazily absorb other people's Qi and Qi to strengthen her own strength. The first batch of senior masters in Mount Hui almost all died for no reason. Every month, she would secretly go down the mountain to look for fresh food. This was no longer a case of a rabbit not eating the grass near its burrow, but a helpless action when there was no grass near its burrow to eat. Xuanyuan Qingfeng was like a female Pixiu, going further and further on this unorthodox path.
Her graceful figure floated out of the dilapidated mountain wall. Not only did the large sleeves of her purple robe not diminish her charm, but it also added to the mystery of this Wulin chief. Wang Xianzhi's punch had destroyed her "first breath". During the time the ferry was traveling, it gave her a chance to "regenerate" her Qi. In fact, when she was chased by the Green Dragon Sleeve at the bottom of Guangling River, Xuanyuan Qingfeng had already forcefully regenerated her Qi. At that time, she had two options. After breaking the Green Dragon Sleeve, she could avoid the sharp edge and hide at the bottom of the river. However, she still used her Qi to pull the iron chain out of the river, which almost took Wang Xianzhi's punch head-on. Sure enough, before the ferry entered the gorge, Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at Wang Xianzhi's side and stretched out a hand.
Wang Xianzhi's figure, which was standing proudly at the bow of the ferry, flashed and disappeared. The ferry under her feet was like an arrow released from a bow. It suddenly split the river surface and quickly crashed into the gorge. The ferry passengers who were in a mess obviously did not have the chance to see the battle between the peak of the Wulin of Liyang. Xuanyuan Qingfeng pressed his hands down, and his body floated up more than ten feet against the cliff wall. Wang Xianzhi followed him like a shadow. The tip of her foot first stepped on the edge of the hole, and then as if she was walking on flat ground, she chased after the purple figure up the mountain wall. Xuanyuan Qingfeng pulled with both hands. The countless black iron chains hidden at the foot of the cliff clattered and climbed up the mountain rocks. They clustered together and twisted together, crazily chasing after the burly old man's back. Wang Xianzhi, who was sliding on the mountain wall with both feet, turned a deaf ear to the black mass of iron snakes behind him. Xuanyuan Qingfeng's arms knocked backward, and his five fingers drilled into the stone wall like a purple gecko nailed to the wall. The purple robe crashed into the mountain and suddenly spread out, and then instantly covered its owner's body, wrapping him into an airtight cocoon. It spat out thousands of silk threads, using the iron chains to force Wang Xianzhi's Qi dynamic out, and then used the silk to chase after the unique path of Wang Xianzhi's Qi dynamic. The bright red silk threads and the black iron chains rapidly intertwined, trying to crush Wang Xianzhi who was trapped in it.
This was a trap that covered the sky and the sun. Wang Xianzhi was strolling leisurely in it. As he moved forward, the silk chains moved with him, and rocks kept falling into the river, stirring up layers of waves. Wang Xianzhi's Qi dynamic did not show any signs of swelling like an ordinary master's, but it was enough to prevent the endless silk chains from getting close to him. The old man did the opposite. He withdrew most of his Qi dynamic, and allowed the spider web to tightly grip his body that was said to be even more invincible than the Buddha's Vajra, leaving only his head exposed. Wang Xianzhi's speed was not the fastest in the first four realms. To this day, even though he, the Lord of Martial Emperor City, had been the world's number one for sixty years, he had not won the first three realms. In the Vajra realm, there was the white-robed monk Li Dangxin, and in the Mysterious Finger realm, there was Đồng Thái. Even without the Peach Blossom Sword God, there was still Han Shengxuan, and in the Celestial Phenomenon realm, there was Cao Changqing. However, in the Jianghu where the four grandmasters lived, Li Chungang had almost won all three realms. Other than losing to the Dragon Tree Monk in the Vajra realm, he was the champion of the Mysterious Finger and Celestial Phenomenon realm. However, this did not prevent Wang Xianzhi from having the last laugh, becoming the only one who had reached the peak of martial arts in the past five hundred years. Therefore, when Wang Xianzhi deliberately withdrew his Qi dynamic and allowed Xuanyuan Qingfeng to have his way, the Purple Dress Mountain Master immediately gave up the idea of strangling this old monster. He decisively broke out of the cocoon and continued to float upwards. At the same time, the silk chains exploded, and purple and black powder scattered in all directions. The entire cliff began to shake violently under the huge impact of the fog.
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