Great Dao Ji

In an instant, the mountain temple turned into a Shura field!

The murderous intent that burst out in an instant made Li Feibai and others hiding in the corner tremble.

"My, my hammer"

Yuan San groaned in pain, and his pair of hammers made of cold iron had been completely torn apart by the sword light!

God knows how long he had saved up for this pair of hammers, but they were completely destroyed.

Whoosh~~~

The airflow burst violently.

The invisible airflow was pierced by the flying sword with substance.

An Qisheng's eyes rippled a little, and he commented calmly:

"The art of flying swords? It's just flashy!"

Boom!

Around him, the invisible airflow suddenly shattered.

Within three feet, all object coefficients were repelled by infinite and powerful forces, only the flying sword was buzzing and trembling, and its speed did not slow down, piercing straight to the center of the eyebrows.

Huh~

At the moment of the power, An Qisheng's long spear thrust horizontally, meeting Feng Zhenzong's seventeen swords.

The other hand hanging by his side suddenly raised to the center of his eyebrows, and at the last second, he stretched out his five fingers, pulling out substantial ripples.

It was like playing a pipa, plucking in the air.

Buzz~

The substantial airflow was beating on An Qisheng's fingertips like ropes. After the Dan was formed, the power flowed through his whole body, and his fingertips and hair were all killing weapons. A casual flick of the finger was enough to kill an elephant on the spot.

And at this time, it was more than just a flick of the finger?

Dang~

There was only a crisp sound of metal colliding in the violent whistling airflow.

But if you listen carefully, you can know that it was not the sound of a single finger snap, but dozens or hundreds of collisions that sounded in this instant!

Bang!

As the Qi surged, the flying sword flew backwards and was thrust out three feet in front of him, trembling and wailing.

Dong Tianyou, who was outside the mountain temple, changed his expression, as if he had been hit hard. He took three steps back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Of course, his sword was not a flying sword technique, but he had used his true Qi to nourish the long sword for many years to reach the level of using it like an arm.

In the past, he mostly used the flying sword technique when others were restraining him. With a swift speed, he could sneak attack and assassinate without fail. This was the first time that he was bounced away with bare hands!

Boom!

The flying sword bounced out, and before An Qisheng could make another move to completely smash it, the surging and powerful palm power like a surging river had already rolled in.

As the extremely powerful palm power roared, Tieshan, who had been pushed several feet behind An Qisheng, felt that his breathing was not smooth, and his face was a little distorted under the strong wind!

Under the strong wind, his white hair fluttered like flames, but An Qisheng's expression did not change at all, and the long spear stretched out flat did not move.

It was just that the left hand that had just flicked the flying sword was slightly swung in the void, and the palm changed, and then pushed forward horizontally.

Until now, after the training of the martial arts of the two worlds, An Qisheng's fist and palm methods have reached the level of great skill.

Whether it is the internal boxing such as Tai Chi, Bagua, Xingyi in the previous life, the ancient Xinyi boxing on Xuanxing, Xiangxing boxing, Longxiang combined attack and other military killing martial arts, or the various boxing routines in Jiufu world, they have long been at their will.

Thousands of changes, it is still this "Nantianmen"!

Boom!

The seven-fold palm power was instantly stagnant.

Yun Tang's face suddenly changed.

His palm force, which was seven times stronger than the one that could smash a city wall into dust, seemed to have hit a towering mountain, and he couldn't move forward!

Boom!

The earth shook!

Dust rose into the sky, and all the objects in the mountain temple were shattered by this collision!

Crash~

In just a moment, the main beam of the mountain temple broke, the roof was shattered, and the surrounding walls collapsed and shattered with the ground.

Then, the raging wind and waves were blown away in the boundless night sky.

Yun Tang's palm force, which was seven times stronger than the one that was pure to the limit, had already exploded!

And the palm that was now full of terror in his eyes, mixed with the terrifying palm force that was shattered, came slowly!

It was said to be coming slowly, but in fact, this palm was extremely fast!

What made Yun Tang even more furious was that the airflow that was expelled by An Qisheng's palm suddenly flowed back at this moment, forming an extremely terrifying binding force, forcibly pulling his body that was rushing forward.

Crashed towards the terrifying palm!

"So strong? So strong!!!"

Yun Tang's face trembled wildly, and he finally felt the crisis of death.

This palm, whether it was momentum, strength, skills, or will, all reached a perfect fusion, which was the peak that he could not surpass at this time!

Horror!

Horror!

Endless terror arose in his heart.

Yun Tang, who was unsuccessful in the palm, roared angrily, and the true energy in his whole body burst out of his body. Under this life-and-death situation, he finally went completely crazy!

He stepped on the broken and collapsed ground and borrowed the power. As the surging true energy gushed out, his speed rushed forward more and more fiercely!

Do not retreat, but advance!

His palms were raised horizontally in front of him, and he made thousands of changes, which eventually became his famous skills.

With the Jingtao Palm, he affected the Nantianmen, which was like a mountain moving horizontally and towering and unshakable.

Under the great pressure of life and death, Yun Tang concentrated all his energy on one palm. In a trance, his mind rose into the air, and he felt unprecedented freedom.

"Is my palm technique a breakthrough?"

Yun Tang couldn't help but feel a little joy.

But the next moment, his eyes widened and he felt an incomparable terrifying power!

That was the physical strength that was pure to the extreme without any internal force or true qi!

It was an extremely pure and terrifying power!

"No!"

Yun Tang's heart was shaking wildly, the corners of his eyes suddenly cracked, and blood arrows flew into the strong wind airflow.

At this moment, time seemed to slow to the limit.

Yun Tang saw very clearly that the palm power of the waves that his hands emitted had collapsed an inch before the flesh palm, like a spike nailed into a boulder.

It was as if the heavy waves were blocked by Qiao Shi.

His palm power and his hands were all shattered by that pure power to the extreme.

Bones and flesh turned into mud!

At the moment of contact, Yun Tang could no longer feel the existence of his palm.

Then, he watched with his own eyes as that hand crossed the void and slapped his forehead heavily with an irresistible and domineering gesture.

"The palm technique is not bad, but the power is dispersed and too strong!"

At the last moment, Yun Tang heard a bland comment.

Not bad?

Yun Tang wanted to laugh miserably, but he couldn't even feel his own face.

Because, his head was gone.

"Yun Tang!!!"

Feng Zhenzong, who was stabbing with a long sword, was so angry that his eyes were about to burst and he roared wildly.

He was the closest and could see the most clearly.

Under that palm, Yun Tang's huge head had been broken like a watermelon.

Red and white splashed everywhere!

But the sound he made only echoed in his own ears, because the moment the long spear stabbed forward, all the air and all the airflow were broken again, and the only medium for his voice to be transmitted was his own bones!

Clang clang clang~~~

In shock and anger, Feng Zhenzong's long sword roared like a dragon, and the boundless sword energy was restrained, and the two swords merged into one.

As Yu Yuntang's body was blown away by the turbulent airflow, he delivered a fatal blow!

"I don't believe it!"

At the same time, Dong Tianyou, who was not far away, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body trembled several times in the night. The true energy was like a spirit snake interweaving in his body.

Then it went straight to the fingertips.

Swish, swish, swish~

Dong Tianyou sent out another sword finger, and controlled the long sword to deliver a fatal blow!

The next moment, the dragon-like spear stabbed.

All his shock, murderous intent, and unwillingness became extremely ridiculous pieces of paper under this shot, and were pierced, revealing the truth inside him:

Fear!

Terror!

Despair!

Finally, he felt all the feelings before Yuntang died.

Under that dragon-like spear, his sword energy was shattered and collapsed!

His sword, which had gathered all his life's learning, was shaken by the spear and swung high. Visible cracks had spread on the mirror-like smooth sword body!

Boom!

There seemed to be thunder in the heart.

In a confrontation, Feng Zhenzong was thrown into the air, and the blood spurted out spread like mist.

The rest of the people present heard the sound of bones breaking like a string of cannons in the violent and explosive wind!

Plop!

Feng Zhenzong flew ten feet like straw, smashed several large rocks in the mountains, and stopped in the dust.

"Puff!"

Almost at the same time, Dong Tianyou was struck by lightning and spurted out blood again, his eyes were bloodshot.

He staggered and almost fell to the ground.

In just a moment, the three masters fell to the ground.

At the end of the ruins of the mountain temple, Li Feibai and others were dumbfounded and trembling, as if they had just taken a shower, and their clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

Such a terrifying person.

He actually wanted to kill him?

Li Feibai's legs were weak, and he wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but he felt an incomparable fear covering him in his heart.

Let him know that if he moves, he will definitely die.

The only one who was surprised was Changsun Huai.

He couldn't speak or move, but his eyes showed great satisfaction.

Li Feibai and the other two collided with such a master, even if he died immediately, he could rest in peace!

Whoosh~~~

In the night, a breeze came slowly, smoothing the boiling wind and blowing away the dust and fog.

In the soft red light of the red moon hanging high in the sky, in the middle of the ruins of the original mountain temple, An Qisheng, dressed in a Taoist robe, sat cross-legged, looking calm.

A long spear was placed across his knees, and between the index and middle fingers of his slightly raised left hand, a long sword was still trembling between his fingers, wailing, and making a buzzing sound that seemed unwilling and fearful.

"One horizontal and one vertical is vertical and horizontal, one opening and one closing is vertical and horizontal, time and space are anchors, and vertical and horizontal are scales. Your swordsmanship can only be regarded as horizontal and vertical at best, how can it be called vertical and horizontal?"

Two fingers trembled slightly, breaking the trembling flying sword. An Qisheng looked at Dong Tianyou, who was bleeding, and said lightly:

"Are you satisfied with this instruction?"