The so-called Bridge of Life and Death is nothing more than an iron cable connecting the cliffs on both sides of the Zhanqing Valley.

From the viewing platform, the iron rope, which is only as thick as a thumb, looks like a frightened dragon, rolling up and down in the biting wind passing through the canyon. People who do not have light skills or internal strength to a certain level, let alone fighting on the top, are

It is extremely difficult to stand on it.

Below the iron rope is the bottomless cliff filled with clouds and mist. Only when the wind is strong, some vague stalagmites on the rock tip will be exposed in the mist. Just a glance will make you dizzy, dizzy and shuddering.

Tang Jinghong, who led Xie Bangui to the cliff, pointed to the Life and Death Bridge hanging a few feet away and said: "This Life and Death Bridge was originally the place where Tang Sect disciples settled their grievances. I don't know how many surprises were buried in the Zhanqing Valley below.

A stunning young warrior, Xie Shaoxia had better think carefully before going onto the bridge."

Xie Bangui said expressionlessly: "I have thought about it very clearly. Stop talking nonsense and let me see the real deal!"

Xie Bangui's slightly arrogant words immediately aroused the anger of everyone in the Tang sect. Immediately, an elder with a gloomy face sent a message to the young disciples beside him: "Tang Xiang, you will be on the Bridge of Life and Death. Don't pay attention to the family master."

Order, kill me, I will take care of it if you die."

The young man named Tang Xiang smiled coldly, flew on the spot and jumped onto the Bridge of Life and Death. He put his feet on the iron rope and clasped his fists and said, "I'm Tang Xiang, please give me some advice from Brother Xie."

Before Xie Bangui could say anything, Fatty Gao had already taken a step forward: "I'll do this!"

Xie Bangui said worriedly: "Can you do it? Your Qinggong..."

"If you can't beat others, it's more than enough to squeeze Tangmen's egg yolk. If you can't beat him, the bridge will be broken in the worst case. Let's finish playing with him." The tall fat man walked to the edge of the cliff before he started to jump. He took about ten steps in the air with his feet before landing.

When we got to the bridge, not only did it not have the beauty of Tang Xiang's "Flying Swallow Sweeping into the Sky" movement, it also stretched the iron rope into a folded corner.

However, no one laughed at Fatty - everyone in the Tang Sect was extremely shocked by Fatty Gao's last words, "If you can't defeat him, then break the bridge". He was an out-and-out scoundrel and desperado.

Tang Xiang, who was almost thrown out by the fat man, finally managed to stabilize his body, cupped his fists and saluted, "I dare you to ask me your name!"

Fatty Gao pointed his finger at Tang Xiang: "I, Guiya Gaosheng, am your father!"

"Bastard!" Tang Xiang was furious, and his attacks were extremely fierce. As soon as he came up, he used the "Crossing the Clouds and Catching the Moon" movement technique to create three shadows, covering each other, and attacked dozens of "Fish Scale Wind Return Knives" from different directions.

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The continuous curtain of swords is like a huge waterfall of a hundred feet, flowing down, fierce and continuous, the cold light rises sharply and quickly, disappearing and reappearing, sometimes in the palace, sometimes sideways. In one move, the opponent will be trapped in death.

No matter what kind of martial arts, once you go to the extreme, although it is not elegant, it is not easy to deal with. And the "Fish Scale Returning Wind Knife" is even more of a side sect. Although this kind of hidden weapon is called a knife, it is only the size of a fingernail. It is as thin as paper after being carefully polished.

The blades are shaped like fish scales. Not only can they break through the air quickly and swiftly, but they can also spin in the air. The angles they send out must be extremely tricky, and it is difficult to deal with it with just one knife, let alone three attacks at once.

Through the light and shadow, Tang Xiang saw the fat man smiling calmly, his feet as broad as a bear's paw, naturally twisting, sliding, sending and receiving and moving on the iron rope, a series of exquisite internal and external movements.

In one place, the figure of a fat man

It seemed as if it suddenly grew more than ten times in size. Then, a "thud" sound suddenly erupted on the fat man's arm, and the cold light surrounding the fat man suddenly rose and shrank. Tang Xiang saw thousands of palms retracting from the opponent's shoulders,

He also took a breath of cold air at the same time.

At first, Tang Xiang thought that the sound just now was just an illusion in his hearing. In fact, it was the sound of dozens of hidden weapons being shot down at the same time.

The fat man glanced at it as if nothing had happened. The "Fish Scale Return Wind Knife" overlapped on the ground and said in an old-fashioned manner: "It's not easy for you to practice 'distraction and unity' at your age. It's a pity to die here like this. Go back."

!I will spare your life."

"That move of yours is 'Earth's Misery and Heaven's Sorrow Thousand Phantom Hands'?" Tang Xiang asked sharply: "Are you the descendant of Gui Ya Li Wulei?"

The fat man said proudly: "I can't say I'm a successor. I just learned a few tricks from Senior Li."

It's okay that the fat man didn't say it, but what he said actually aroused Tang Xiang's arrogance. The seniors of the Tang Sect had long told him, "No one is afraid of the disciples of the Dark Tang Dynasty, but the ghost government Li Wulei cannot be provoked. Li Wulei's

The Thousand Phantom Hands of Earthly Misfortune and Heavenly Sorrow are the natural nemesis of hidden weapons. No matter how sophisticated your techniques are, you cannot penetrate the defense of his iron hand."

Tang Xiang also had the problem of being young and arrogant, so he naturally didn't take the warnings of his elders seriously. Today, when he saw the fat man, he just "learned two moves" and destroyed the hidden weapon that he was proud of, and he immediately became murderous.

Tang Xiang said in a fierce tone: "If you are related to Li Wulei, you will definitely die. Even if it is not about winning or losing, just for the name of An Tang, I must kill you today."

The fat man smiled lightly and said: "I can easily defeat any of your hidden weapon techniques. I advise you not to make unnecessary actions to anger me! I don't want to kill you yet."

"Death!" Tang Xiang sneered and passed away suddenly. He did not disappear out of thin air. Instead, he used the "Crossing the Clouds and Catching the Moon" movement technique to the extreme, breaking the limits of human vision at an incredible speed. It is foreseeable that once Tang Xiang

The Tang Sect's extremely domineering and hidden weapon will inevitably come and go like lightning like his movement, making no sound or shadow, making it impossible to guard against.

"The ninth level of the Tang Sect's body technique, 'Controlling the Wind and Holding the Moon', is rare, rare... In less than three years, you will be able to practice the last level of the body technique, 'Stepping on the Moon and Leaving Traces'!" The fat man's voice came to Tang Xiang.

At the same time, he also exclaimed in surprise.

The fat man didn't know when he stood in front of him, a pair of iron palms clasped Tang Xiang's wrists, and snatched the "Ice Soul Silver Needle" from his palm with both hands: "I said I can easily break any of your

Facts have proven that there is nothing you can do about concealed weapon techniques."

Facing the tall fat man, Tang Xiang suddenly moved his lips, and an inch-long silver needle popped out from the tip of his tongue. The fat man frowned slightly, and directly covered the other man's mouth with his big palm.

Tang Xiang only felt that the life-seeking needle he had spit out had pierced an iron plate. Not only did it not pierce the fat man's palm, but it slid down his throat and into his stomach. There was a burning pain from his throat to his abdominal cavity, and the red blood stopped.

It kept spraying out from his mouth and nose.

Fatty Gao just grabbed Tang Xiang's face with an expressionless expression, and held Tang Xiang's twitching limbs in mid-air. He didn't let go until the other party died and threw the body into the Qingqing Valley.

"Xiang'er!" A roar like tears came from the mouth of the Tang Sect elder, and he rushed towards the fat man regardless of his own safety.

Tang Jinghong dodged and stopped in front of the opponent: "On the , life and death are determined by fate. Can the Tang Sect not afford to lose?"

"Yes!" The elder retreated with a face filled with resentment.

Xie Bangui said coldly: "The victory of the first game has been decided, do you want to continue?"

Tang Jinghong frowned and said: "Losing an outstanding disciple today will have a great impact on fellow disciples of the Tang Sect. I think we can compete tomorrow?"

"Okay! See you tomorrow."

After Xie Bangui finished speaking, he hooked the fat man's shoulders seemingly unintentionally, hugged him for a long distance, and then whispered: "How is it?"

"I'm a little exhausted." The fat man said with a pale face: "Old Qian, please come over and give me a hand."
Chapter completed!