615: C615 What Is Haoyue

C615 What Is Haoyue

Envoy's face darkened. As he spoke, the old man with white hair also stepped forward at the same time.

Without saying a word, he jumped out from where he stood.

Following that, the awe-inspiring fist shadows poured down. The dazzling inner Qi light lit up the curtain of the night.

It was as dazzling as an aurora.

Di Yue's eyes hardened, and he did not say anything else.

As for the old man, it was as if he didn't see it at all. He had no intention of helping at all.

Envoy, on the other hand, looked at the old man who was standing calmly by the side and mocked him with contempt.

However, the one laughing was not the old man, but Xiao Chen. It seemed like he was laughing at the old man for overestimating himself.

Xiao Chen stood still and did not move. He only raised his arm leisurely when the sky-pouncing fist shadow landed in front of him.

He stretched out his hand in a seemingly ordinary manner, but his sharp aura soared into the sky and crashed into the fist shadow.

A loud rumble was heard.

It was like a clap of thunder.

The dazzling inner Qi suddenly stopped shining, and then the brilliant light exploded like a special firework.

In the blink of an eye, the opponent's attack was neutralized by Xiao Chen.

It was also at this moment that the eyes of the white-haired old man opposite him focused.

The smile on Envoy's face also froze.

"Now, you don't have time to look around!" The old man opened his mouth at this moment.

His figure moved, and he charged at Envoy.

Envoy didn't have time to think. He immediately took back his hand to fight the old man. In an instant, the two of them started fighting.

The ferocious momentum made Di Yue and his disciples retreat involuntarily. The spatial zone was left behind.

As for Di Yue, he didn't know what to do when he saw the four of them in the middle of the battle.

However, his hesitation didn't last long before he jumped out.

He drew his stance and rushed towards the battlefield between the old man and Envoy.

"Where do you want to go?"

But just as his figure moved, a ghost-like voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

The coldness that accompanied it made Di Yue involuntarily turn his head.

In the end, he saw Xiao Chen who had appeared behind him. His facial expression changed, and he immediately waved his hand and sent out a palm strike.

"The debt that we haven't settled the last time, it's time to settle it properly."

Xiao Chen opened his mouth in a sinister manner. With a swing of his arm, he sent Di Yue's palm flying away.

Then, he rushed in and tried to take Di Yue down forcefully.

At this time, the white-haired old man had also caught up with them.

He stopped Xiao Chen from grabbing Di Yue's palm. Di Yue stretched out his hand to give Xiao Chen a chance to withdraw his attack. At least, he had put some distance between them.

The two of them, one on each side, sandwiched Xiao Chen in the middle.

The white-haired old man no longer looked down on Xiao Chen. He solemnly swept his gaze across Xiao Chen's face.

Xiao Chen, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened. His indifferent eyes swept across the two people's faces.

It had to be said that this white-haired old man was clearly stronger than the Houtian experts he had fought.

As a result, Xiao Chen had no choice but to withdraw his attack and stop attacking Di Yue.

Even the three great sword masters of Country Y were not as powerful as this white-haired old man.

"What a young man! How can he have such a cultivation base at such a young age? It just so happens that I still need a disciple."

The white-haired old man suddenly spoke.

This sentence caused Di Yue's face to be filled with surprise, and he couldn't help but glance over in a strange manner.

"You, are you worthy?"

"Kid, I appreciate talents. Don't give me face and be shameless. Now that he was kneeling and kowtowing, there was no need for him to be lacking. I might be able to give you a chance to express my feelings!"

The white-haired old man's expression hardened as he threatened.

Kneel? Kowtow?

Xiao Chen was an Immortal Emperor, and even his parents had never knelt before him. This old fool actually wanted him to kneel!

He was too lazy to waste any more words.

Have you heard of a palm technique that descended from the sky?

That's right, that was the Falling Cloud Palm! When the huge palm shadow covered the sky, it also dyed the night sky purple.

In the next second, it directly fell down, smashing towards the two people's heads.

"A petty trick, yet you dare to take it out and make a fool of yourself. I will let you know what a true Houtian expert is!"

As soon as his words left his mouth, the white-haired old man immediately formed a hand seal.

A vertical sword shadow condensed at the same time. Then, with a wave of his hand, it transformed into a sword curtain that hung above his head.

It was aimed directly at the falling palm. Then, with a push in the air, it instantly soared into the sky.

This scene was like watching a television series. However, compared to those so-called special effects, it was much more shocking.

The rustling of the wind, when linked together, finally sounded like the roar of a wild beast.

In the blink of an eye, the sword curtain had already collided with the giant hand phantom, causing a series of crackling sounds to ring out.

However, it was a hundred times more intense than during the New Year, a thousand times more intense.

The inner Qi and true qi intertwined, as if they had torn apart the heavens.

But whether it was Xiao Chen or the white-haired old man, they only watched this scene coldly.

But on the ground, Di Yue's disciples were not as calm.2

Squeezing his neck, he could not help hiding behind a big tree. His eyes were full of anxiety and panic.

The strong aftershock quickly spread out, pressing down on the mountain forest until it wailed.

Pipa, unable to withstand the pressure, the trees in the forest finally began to fall.

It also caused the fellows hiding behind the trees to jump out in panic.

"Even a firefly dares to compete with the bright moon. Kid, I'll give you one last chance!"

"Firefly? You think too highly of yourself! "

Xiao Chen laughed. He laughed disdainfully. His hand seals changed, and the surging aura above his head also became turbulent.

The phantom of another giant hand formed, still hovering in the air.

"Hmph, the same move, don't you think it's shameful!"

The white-haired old man also drew out the sword veil at the same time, once again rushing towards the phantom of the Falling Cloud Hand.

"Same? Which eye of yours saw the same thing?" Xiao Chen sneered.

With a 'Hua La' sound, a huge palm was condensed once again after the huge palm phantom.

After that, there was a third, a fourth...

Nine phantoms were formed and hung in the sky, forming a Nine Petal Purple Lotus that was separated from each other.

Without an additional handprint, the pressure would be heavier. When the nine petals were fully condensed, even the ground would suddenly become clean.

The broken branches and grass of the big trees all spread out in all directions.

The old man and Envoy, who were still fighting, could not help but stop fighting.

They stared blankly at the unusual phenomenon above their heads, their eyes wide open.

The sword curtains that the white-haired old men had summoned were shattered by the tremendous pressure.

Even his fluttering clothes were like sharp blades that cut into Di Yue's body, causing him to feel pain all over his body.

If the Falling Cloud Hand could still be considered a martial technique, then this move was already a complete immortal technique.

"Let me tell you, what is called Bright Moon!? Are you ready?"

Xiao Chen curled his lips and suddenly moved his arm. Nine phantoms fell from the sky at the same time, like mountains collapsing.

The rolling momentum was like the sky collapsing along with it!

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