The Great Tao Chronicle

The seven great masters in the world gather at Hanlong Inn!

Out of wine and invite to battle!

On the third floor of the Hanlong Inn, Pang Wanyang's clothes were moving without wind, and his aura was as loud as a volcano that had been silent for thousands of years was about to erupt.

In an instant, the grounds of the Hanlong Inn shook, and the dust 'rusted down' from the corners of the eaves and roofs.

In the face of the six supreme beings in the world, they all dare to invite battle!

Outside the Hanlong Inn, the expression of Mrs. Bailian in the vast yellow sand changed drastically. At the corner of the first floor, the fainting proprietress jumped up and cried out hysterically:

"Cook, buddy, why don't you come and lift the old lady! My old lady, my old lady's legs are numb!"

On the long table on the third floor, the expressions of several people changed.

However, the expressions of the Wheel-turning King and the True Man Baiyue did not change, because they never thought of challenging Pang Wanyang at all.

Yan Kuangtu put down the wine glass with a 'pop', and his eyes lit up.

Mu Qingfeng groaned with the long sword in his palm, and let out a low dragon chant.

The two of them had the idea of ​​a battle to see the changes in the sky.

Yixiu let out a light sigh, and the majestic Qi machine like a mountain has locked everyone present.

Anyone who dares to make a move will face the wrath of his thunder.

Everyone is drawn by their Qi machine, and their breath is also spontaneous, and each does not give in.

Even the Moon Worship Master and Wheel Runner King, who didn't want to participate, were also dragged by this qi machine and had to join it.

boom!

The mighty aura soared into the sky like a real wolf smoke. The roof of the Hanlong Inn, which was thick enough to block the storm, was completely turned into powder with just one touch, and was blown away into the sky by the airflow.

Only An Qisheng sat still, his expression was flat, but there was a streamer between the opening and closing of his eyes, as if this scene was in front of the brand.

The seven great peaks gathered in the small building outside the Great Wall. Such a situation was unprecedented, and it may not be common in the future. For An Qisheng, it was even more precious.

"Sixty years ago, Pang came to Dafeng for the first time. In the past twenty years, he has measured the world, learned the law of the world, and realized the extremes of the human body..."

Facing the unparalleled master who seemed to want to shoot at him, Pang Wanyang stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes shining like Jin Yang, and slowly said:

"In the next 20 years, Pang has really reached the limit of human beings. In the past 40 years, he has been the number one in the world. He feels that the human body is limited, but the heaven and the earth are infinite, and the real Taiyin is infinite. ....

Until now, I have only felt that the world is boundless, the world is boundless..."

On the long table, the six people looked indifferent and looked at Pang Wanyang lightly.

In the erratic airflow, he dressed and commented on the crowd:

"Mu Qingfeng, you look at the mountains, seas, clouds, and clouds, the sun rises and the moon sets, and you realize the Tao. The sword light contains many changes in the world, and the sword is twenty-one. You can be called a peerless genius..."

Mu Qingfeng's face was sinking like water, and the sound of the sword sound was soft and soft, like a dragon surrounding him.

"Yan Kuangzu, you have risen in the middle of the micro-motifs, you are in the martial arts, proudly laughing at the princes of the world, you have the unparalleled Dapeng king boxing in the world, and you have led the Dalongmen to occupy a state in the world. You are truly a world leader..."

Yan Kuangzu poured his own drink and borrowed words to drink.

"Baiyue, you have rarely fought with people in your life. You have been sitting on the top of the mountain for decades, and you have realized the changes in the heart of the sky. You are not as good as the Hantang Palace in the general trend of people, troops, and the country, but you are the best in the world in terms of understanding of heaven and earth."

Real Man Baiyue didn't say a word, tapped the table with his fingers, and ripples appeared in his eyes.

"Turn wheel, you use the Buddha's method to absorb the magic power, and you are a self-contained body. The aura covers ten miles. The place of your mind is the Buddha country. It is revered by thousands of people as a living Buddha. The profound spiritual practice is rare in the world... "

The King of Wheels placed a single palm in front of his chest, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Have a break!"

"Everyone in the world says that you are the second in the world, and you have been surpassed by future generations one by one in the past two hundred years, but Pang knew that you were famous in the world two hundred years ago. Be the way of the sun.

Then sit on Erjiazi and become the infinite sun. In this world, masculine and domineering, you are the first! "

"Amitabha."

Facing Pang Wanyang's comment, Yixiu finally raised his eyelids, and there seemed to be a great sun that was about to rise in the cloudy eyes.

In the world, if anyone is qualified to comment on these five great masters of divine veins, it must be Pang Wanyang.

No one but him is qualified for this.

Listening to his comments, An Qisheng raised his eyebrows slowly, and the ripples in the depths of his eyes slowly subsided.

"But you..."

Pang Wanyang stood with his hands behind his back, his long hair and clothes flying together, his tall and straight body was as majestic as an unshakable mountain at this time, and the sound of the collision of gold and jade flowed into the void:

"Not as good as me!"

Not as good as me!

These four words are not very powerful, but they contain the absolute confidence of Pang Wanyang who has been the number one in the world for decades.

On the third floor, the breath was condensed.

The wheel-turning king's smile disappeared completely, Yixiu's eyelids trembled, the long sword in Mu Qingfeng's palm hummed as if he was about to let go, the face of Master Baiyue changed, and Yan Kuang's long eyebrows stood up...

However, even though he was as arrogant as a madman, and as arrogant as Mu Qingfeng, he had nothing to say for a while.

Because, Pang Wanyang's status was really punched out by himself!

The throne of No. 1 in the world is made up of the bones of countless masters, and the souls of grievances are piled up!

"Yes, you don't need to fight!"

Among the cold, indifferent, arrogant, and peaceful gazes, Pang Wanyang leaped like a dragon to the sky, hunting in clothes, like a **** on the clouds:

"You can come one by one and defeat you,

Fight for kingship again! "

Boom!

The sky exploded, and the mighty sound waves hung down on the clouds, covering the sky.

The air was rolling, and among the sea of ​​​​clouds, Pang Wanyang stood with his arms raised, his breath was turbulent, like the raging sea of ​​rage in the storm, and the momentum was huge.

In the infinite sky, it seems that there are dark clouds rolling over!

It seems that the celestial phenomena have changed for it!

The staff, cooks, guests, and the proprietress who were carried by several people all looked up to the sky in astonishment.

Can martial arts be practiced to such an extent?

Is that human being?

Looking at that figure, my mind was empty.

High mountains stand up?

All rivers in the sea?

Looking down on the four wilds?

It seems that all the adjectives in the world can be put on him, and it seems that all the adjectives are not enough to describe his imposing manner.

It stood still when it was wind and sand for dozens of miles.

All tangible and intangible substances are escaping from that stalwart figure standing in the sky, like a **** and a demon.

Shocking!

Until now, on the third floor of Hanlong Inn, Pang Wanyang's words were floating.

The expressions of several people are all changing.

Invariably, he looked at An Qisheng.

There is not a single comment, but the words "defeat you first, then fight for the kingship" are enough.

No one will not understand the truth of Pang Wanyang's words.

"Amitabha!"

After a break, his hands clasped together, but his breath calmed down, as if brewing.

As his Qi Qi calmed down, everyone else's Qi Qi also calmed down. Only Yan Kuangtu suddenly stood up, his breath rising like smoke piercing the sky.

"Pang Lao'er, you are too arrogant!"

With a long whistling sound that pierced through the air, Kuangtu Yan opened his arms and his body stood up straight, like a big roc flapping his wings and leaping up, pulling out a thousand-hundred-meter-long scorching air flow like a meteor, straight up to the clouds. !

Go straight to Pang Wanyang!

A blast!

The atmosphere is never the same again!

If you say that the previous Yan Kuangzu was just an old man who looked rebellious, at this time he seemed to be a king who looked down on the world.

It strode into the air like a big dragon with its head held high, and the air currents collapsed and the air waves rolled.

Between the arms fluttering, it really looks like a big peng fluttering to the sky!

At a glance, you can feel that fierce and rebellious aura!

boom!

The air was rippling, and he was swept out of waves like the sea.

Infuriating, the peak of the instant climb, and then it erupted.

Between the swinging of his arms, he blasted out a torrent of powerful and domineering fist power, smashing across the sky above Pang Wanyang.

From the bottom to the top, it looks like a long rainbow, penetrating the sun.

It is the Dapeng King Fist's fight against the sky!

Two long howls.

With a sound like a Kun, the whale swallowed the essence of the world.

A sound like Peng, **** battle for nine days.

At this moment, Yan Kuangtu has raised his divine will, true qi, and fighting will to the highest level!

The surging fighting intent burned like a real flame.

Above the sky, Pang Wanyang stood tall, and the clouds in the sky surrounded him like a dragon. The essence of the heaven and earth seemed to be pouring into his body.

Seeing Yan Kuangzhang soaring into the air, his raised arm pressed down.

boom!

It seems that the sky and the earth are sinking at this moment.

In the maddening flow of more and more sins, his golden and jade-like palms clenched tightly, as if holding all the heaven and earth in the palm of his hand.

Then, the majestic and vast fist collapsed like Shenyue.

It's like a rolling river pouring into it.

Press down.

"Pang Wanyang!"

In the midst of the turbulent air, Yan Kuangtu let out another long roar, and the fighting intent that had already climbed to the limit climbed three inches for it.

The next moment, the fists collided, like the earth and the moon colliding!

Boom!

The sky trembled, and thousands of air bursts resounded at once!

boom!

In a collision, Pang Wanyang struck down, and his body did not move.

Yan Kuangzu, who suffered a powerful blow, did not retreat!

"Happy, happy!"

Yan Kuangzu laughed boldly, and his figure disappeared into the sky in an instant.

In the next instant, the sky was full of his figure!

superior,

Down,

Left,

right,

forward,

Rear!

For a while, the figure of Yan Kuangsu seemed to fill the sky, and the long smile of one person seemed to become a long smile of thousands of people.

In the next instant, thousands of figures were actually attacking Pang Wanyang in unison!

Fist palms and fingers!

Thousands of silhouettes hit tens of thousands of punches for a while, breaking the clouds and wind.

It was overwhelming, completely submerging Pang Wanyang!

"Good! Good! What a Yan madman, what a great Dapeng King Fist!"

Faced with the attack of thousands of figures, Pang Wanyang's expression changed.

This punch, empty and erratic, seems to be extremely slow, but with just one blow, it seems to hit all directions at the same time.

Hit all the attacks from Side Strike!

Boom!

In the next moment, the sea of ​​clouds visible to the naked eye rolled and spread, like thousands of wind dragons trampling the sky, galloping in all directions.

It was like a cloud of mushrooms bursting into the sky, and the substantial smoke of gunpowder spread for a few miles or dozens of miles!

It's like the sky is falling!

The momentum was so great that many people outside the Hanlong Inn looked pale.

On the third floor, the eyes of several people were also condensed.

At the same time, Mu Qingfeng had already walked away in one step.

His movements are gentle and contain infinite beauty, striding into the sky without the slightest rush, as if walking on the ground, he has already crossed hundreds of feet in the sky.

hum~

There was a loud roar of swords like the roar of a tiger and the roar of a dragon.

A three-foot long sword with a blue color and scattered autumn water patterns has been raised to the sky.

The sword energy is like a thunder dragon howling, rolling into the sky!

With a sword, the tumultuous airflow has been cut.

The gleaming light of the sword contained an extreme edge. In just a moment, a sword mark hundreds of meters long had been pulled out in the sky, and it would not dissipate for a long time, as if it was going to last forever.

This sword really seems to have cut the world apart!

In the yellow sand, outside the Hanlong Inn, everyone who saw this scene was stunned.

Such a sword light, such a sword intent, such a divine sword!

"Sword One..."

Looking at the sword mark with the word 'one' written by a ghost in the sky, An Qisheng's eyes twitched.

Mu Qingfeng mastered Shanhaiyuntian, and he made twenty-one swords, each of which was the best swordsmanship in the world.

In the long-floating world, only swordsmanship is discussed, except for the legendary swordsmanship of Heaven Slaying.

"Mu Qingfeng!"

When the sword light was flying like a dragon, a figure fell from the sky and let out an angry shout.

But it is the Yan fanatic.

Yan Kuangsu spurted out a mouthful of black blood and fell thousands of feet. When he fell into the vast sea of ​​sand with only a line, he stopped abruptly.

He looked at the one-word sword light that traversed the world and couldn't help scolding:

"I'm not dead yet!"

Die in battle, die in battle, I'm not dead!

Yan Kuangtu shouted angrily and was about to rush into the sky, but he took a step in the air and stopped again.

If they are such masters, life and death will not be decided in a short time, but the difference between winning and losing, one move and two moves, and ten million moves is not very big.

He seems to have shot the moment, but he has already used the Dapeng King Fist.

Pang Wanyang ate it abruptly, and he had already lost.

"Mu Qingfeng, let me see your progress!"

Above the sky, Pang Wanyang let out a sigh when he saw a sword cut across the sky.

With a sigh, his body seemed to have become a black hole, swallowing the essence of the world, as if the sky was helping him.

In an instant, the consumption of his battle against Yan Fan has been wiped out.

Even, with the power of victory, its potential is higher by three points.

Facing the sword light, he did not dodge or evade, and his fingers like gold and jade flicked and exploded, forming a fist again and smashing it down.

Still a punch.

However, it is different from the punch that slammed Yan Kuangtu. The strength is extremely condensed, and it seems that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a few miles is condensed between his palms.

The body of flesh and blood actually bloomed with a sharp light like cutting gold and breaking iron!

Whether it was against Yan Kuangzu or Mu Qingfeng, he had no reservations.

The punch hit the ground.

Like the Heavenly Sword and Immortal Sword, it also split the long air flow, and met Mu Qingfeng's sword that pierced the sky heavily.

boom!

When the fists and swords clashed, it was the first to make a thunderous explosion!

Then came the sounds of thousands of golden and iron symphony in the burning sky!

One sword is like a thousand swords!

Pang Wanyang's tall and straight body seemed to be shrouded in endless sword light, and his flesh and blood body collided with the wicked sword light like fine steel!

Once the two made a move, it was already an extremely fierce confrontation!

For a time, the sky was filled with the sound of symphony of gold and iron and sword light, as if the sky had become a sea of ​​swords.

After Jian Yi, Mu Qingfeng took another step forward, facing the strong wind like the light of a sword, shaking his arm, making the sound of the long sword buzzing, shaking the sword like a dragon, and using the long sword to send out the real words:

"Sword Twenty-two!"

Just one sword, Mu Qingfeng has given up all the temptations, all the preludes, and directly cut out the strongest swordsmanship that he has been comprehending for many years, even surpassing the sword twenty-one that he once held horizontally across the world.

Sword twenty-two!

hum~

In an instant, the sword light made a masterpiece, covering all the light between heaven and earth for a while.

In the sea of ​​sand thousands of feet away, Wu Liusan, who came with Zhao Tianfeng, only glanced up at the sky, then he couldn't help but let out a soft cry, and lowered his head to cover Zhao Tianfeng's eyes.

Zhao Tianfeng was extremely horrified, only to see two lines of blood and tears left under Wu Liusan's closed eyelids.

The eye was stabbed by the sword energy!

Outside the Hanlong Inn, there were even more screams. Each and every one of the Hanlong Inns screamed and threw the proprietress to the ground. They rolled on the ground with their eyes covered.

This kind of feeling is as if someone who has not seen the light for decades suddenly witnesses a strong light, and the pain is like being stabbed in the eyes.

"Brother Mu's swordsmanship is getting better and better. This sword should be the twenty-two swords..."

On the third floor, An Qisheng, Baiyue Zhenren and others would naturally not be hurt by the sword light, but they couldn't help being a little surprised when they saw this sword.

"Daoist Wangquan, what do you think of this sword?"

After the Wheel King sighed, his eyes flickered to An Qisheng.

An Qisheng was looking out at the sky, and when he heard the words, he replied indifferently:

"You can't take it!"

The King of Wheels kept smiling, but nodded slightly and sighed:

"Yeah, you can't take this sword with a hard connection..."

This is already the case from a distance of thousands of meters.

Pang Wanyang, who was the first to bear the brunt, was torn apart by the sword light in an instant!

At this moment, his arms were wide open, and the invisible True Qi burst out of his body in an instant.

It is as if the volcano that has accumulated for countless years has erupted the most scorching magma!

The overwhelming and ubiquitous sword light instantly melted away.

But in the next instant, a three-foot long sword pierced through the air wall that seemed to be in essence, and the air wall, which was comparable to the hardest material between heaven and earth, was pierced like a piece of paper!

The three-foot long sword was still glittering like autumn water, but at this moment, it seemed to be coated with a layer of blood-colored light, with an earth-shattering murderous aura!

At this moment, as strong as Pang Wanyang, he only felt darkness in front of him.

The killing intent contained in this sword has already killed all the tangible and intangible substances in the entire sky!

Including eyes!

Including innocence!

Including his telepathy!

All perceptions, together with this space, were 'killed' by this sword!

Even Pang Wanyang finally felt a crisis in his heart at this time.

"This sword..."

Without thinking or feeling, without any perception, Pang Wanyang suddenly let out a sigh.

His hands were raised and clenched!

boom!

boom!

It seemed that two thunderbolts flashed when he clenched his fists, swaying the golden light of the air.

Then,

At the moment when the long sword reached his body, his fists closed together, like two mountain peaks colliding, like two meteors colliding.

Boom!

The extremely powerful infuriating energy was detonated at once!

At the same time, what was detonated was the endless heaven and earth spirit that was exuding from Pang Wanyang's body!

In an instant, in the eyes of An Qisheng and the others, a mushroom cloud that covered several miles exploded again in the sky, and the turbulent airflow spread in all directions.

A white figure lifted Duanjian and fell from the sky.

The famous Taibai Sword was broken by Pang Wanyang's fists!

"Mu Xiaobai face!"

In mid-air, Yan Kuang raised his eyebrows, and he flew into the air to catch Mu Qingfeng.

Under the backflow of the huge force, his body and the air rubbed violently and flew hundreds of feet before he stopped retreating abruptly.

But he suddenly laughed:

"Pang Lao'er, you underestimate me, why are you so embarrassed at this time?"

His eyes are very good.

Even from a distance of thousands of meters, Pang Wanyang's figure is still standing, but his chest has been pierced by a long sword!

Mu Qingfeng's last stroke of sword 22, which was beyond his expectations, still hit him!

Just one line, you can kill it!

"Mountains, rivers and mountains are just a sword, Mu Qingfeng, you can be the king of swordsmanship alone!"

In the sky, Pang Wanyang exclaimed.

The flesh and blood on his chest disappeared, and the heartbeat was faintly visible in a sword mark.

But in the blink of an eye, as he opened his arms, his spirit poured in, and his breath rose again.

"War Demon Heart Sutra!"

On the third floor, An Qisheng suddenly spoke up.

Yixiu stood up slowly, folded his hands, nodded slightly and said, "Yes, the War Demon Heart Sutra! Pang Wanyang's War Demon Heart Sutra is by no means the best in the world, but under his deduction, he has already surpassed his predecessors.

With his current attainments, he will only become stronger the more he fights, the more injured he will be, the more powerful his breath will be. "

The reason why he allowed Mu Qingfeng and Yan Kuangtu to take action was because he felt the change in Pang Wanyang's breath, and knew that unless he swarmed to kill him completely, the wheel battle would not only be harmless to him, but would be of great benefit. .

But even if he knew, what he was looking for was inspiration, but not victory or defeat, but he had no idea of ​​joining forces with the two at all.

In the same way, whether it is Mu Qingfeng or Yan Kuangsu, there is absolutely no possibility of joining forces with anyone to fight the enemy.

"Master, why bother?"

Looking at Yixiu who got up, An Qisheng suddenly spoke.

"What did the Taoist know?"

Yixiu lifted his feet slightly, and there seemed to be a substantial staircase in the air. He stepped on his feet and climbed to the sky step by step:

"The Taoist priest should know that this is the only chance for the old monk..."

An Qisheng sighed.

If you live for a long time, you often know a lot. For example, Yixiu, although he does not have the qi-looking technique like Han Changgong, nor the fortune-telling method like the real person worshiping the moon, but in nearly three hundred years, he can see It's definitely not comparable to the first two.

It was because of what he saw that he had to do it, because in the future, he would no longer have the courage to challenge the number one in the world.

"Brother!"

At this time, the Wheel King suddenly stood up, and also put his hands together, cupping his hands and saying:

"Junior Brother I wish you early bliss!"

Real Man Baiyue also felt something, got up and handed over.

step, step, step~~~

The old monk took to the sky.

His whole body exudes wisps of golden light, and every step of the golden light fills up a point. When he reaches a thousand feet in the sky and stands opposite Pang Wanyang, the light radiating from his whole body is already like the golden sun of the sun.

Brilliant and vast, bright and sacred!

Looking from a distance, in the outline of the light comparable to the golden sun, it seems that you can see a big Buddha sitting cross-legged in a sea of ​​clouds.

The Buddha was entrenched in nine days, but did not emerge from the dust. On the contrary, the surrounding sea of ​​clouds seemed to have turned into fireworks in the world, and the Buddha that set off seemed to be the Buddha of the human world.

At this time, he was old, dry, thin and short, and his breath was like a mountain, pressing across the sky for dozens of miles.

Thousands of feet away in the sky, I felt depressed and couldn't breathe for a while.

"Amitabha!"

In the golden light, the old monk Yixiu put his palms together and recited a Buddha's name.

At this time, he was still very old, but in Pang Wanyang's eyes, this old monk seemed to be poured with gold and iron. Three hundred years of majestic true qi penetrated the heaven and earth within a dozen miles.

Even if it is a real majestic mountain, it may not be comparable to him today.

"I still underestimate you.... Your masculine qi is enough to overwhelm the world. After nearly three hundred years of practice, it is truly earth-shattering!"

Pang Wanyang looked calm.

How long is three hundred years?

Dafeng is only two hundred years old, an old monk whose lifespan is longer than that of the dynasty, even if his talent is not top-notch, after cultivating for three hundred years day and night, he can never be underestimated.

Looking at the old monk, he said:

"I'll win two games first, the trend has already started, you should act first!"

The Heart Sutra of War Demons is the culmination of his fusion of the ancient books of the sages of the Demon Sect. He measured the world with him, and became the number one in the world for decades. He was the best at raising his powers. He had two games in succession, even if he was almost pierced by a sword in his heart.

But he was in a better three-pointer than before.

"More than two hundred years ago, the old monk killed countless lives and made too many crimes. After he lost his life, he became more and more unhappy with the technique of killing. Because he didn't like it, he gradually forgot about it. ..."

The old monk Yixiu sighed and said:

"Four Jiazi passed, old monk, I forgot all kinds of stunts in Huangjue Temple, and forgot the demon-killing knife and killing fist that used to be rampant, and a few days ago, the lion's roar, I also forgot...

It's a pity that the old monk's heart is too heavy, and there is still a golden bell jar that has been summed up, and he has never forgotten..."

His voice was still loud, but there didn't seem to be any trace of infuriating energy in it, but his voice was simply louder.

Pang Wanyang's pupils shrank, and a solemn expression appeared on his face.

In the Hanlong Inn, An Qisheng, Daoist Baiyue, and Yan Kuangsu, Mu Qingfeng, also jumped in their hearts.

No one expected that this old monk would dare to fight Pang Wanyang after forgetting all his martial arts!

As the voice drifted, Yixiu folded his hands together and stepped forward:

"There is Lao Mozun, forget this method for the old monk!"

"good!"

Looking at Yixiu who was pacing forward, Pang Wanyang stepped forward, and in a long howl, his arms were raised high, his five fingers pinched together the clouds, wrapped in a surging and majestic real gang, and slammed into Yixiu like a hammer!

when! !

It seems that the Huangjue Bell of Huangjue Temple, which weighs tens of thousands of pounds, was struck!

Layers of winds and winds spread out in all directions along with the majestic infuriating energy.

The mighty sound waves are heard in all directions, and can be heard for hundreds of miles!

hum~

The golden light trembled in substance.

No one can take Pang Wanyang's full-strength punch, not even a break!

In the slightly scattered golden light, Yixiu's body trembled, and blood dripped from his nose and mouth.

"Also ask Demon Venerable to help the old monk forget this method!"

After a slight tremor, Yixiu stepped forward again, the blood was dripping, and the divine light in the turbid eyes was even stronger.

"Good, good, good!"

After a hammer blow, Pang Wanyang's long hair was flying, and his clothes were swaying like a bellows.

He said three good things in a row, and between the steps, the majestic True Qi condensed again, forming a fist mark as big as a mile, and smashed heavily on the golden light Gangqi in the sky!

This time, he won't leave a single ounce of energy!

Boom!

It was like thousands of thunderbolts exploded in unison!

In the turbulent bell wave, Pang Wanyang clenched his fist again, and his fist like a shooting star struck the sky again!

boom!

boom!

Once launched, Pang Wanyang did not hold back any more, punching harder and stronger every time.

In the blink of an eye, it has already smashed a dozen punches in a row!

Every time he punched, Yixiu's body shook, and blood flowed out of his mouth, nose, eyes, ears, and seven orifices.

After 12 punches, his cassock was already soaked with blood!

"not enough!"

He opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, and muttered to himself.

"Nice a golden bell..."

In the raging wind, Pang Wanyang looked serious and spit out every word.

He had never seen anyone who could take thirteen punches from him and not die, but he was filled with admiration.

Three hundred years of undefeated true Astral, in the world, I am afraid that no one has such a terrifying Astral Qi.

boom!

Thousands of wind and dragons roared furiously in the ten-mile sky, and the essence of heaven and earth poured into Pang Wanyang's body, replacing the power of the human body with the power of heaven and earth.

With just one step, the fist marks all over the sky have been set off.

Like ten thousand horses galloping, like ten thousand arrows like rain, like falling stars in the sky, the golden light shrouded Yixiu was completely shrouded in an instant!

Boom!

The world seems to have lost its color at this moment!

The high-hanging clouds had long since disappeared, and the magnificent golden light was also dissipating at this moment. Tens of thousands of golden lights were scattered in the sky, and it seemed that there was a golden rain in the sky.

"One break..."

Inside the Hanlong Inn, in mid-air, the eyes of An Qisheng and the others were all condensed in the golden light that was scattered like rain.

"Hit me one hundred and twenty punches.... There will be no second one in the world."

Pang Wanyang closed his fists and stood upright, showing respect for the first time on his face, but also a little regret:

"Unfortunately, you didn't grasp the fleeting inspiration, and I never saw it..."

In the disintegrating golden light, blood dripped like rain, but the golden light and blood have long been indistinguishable.

One hundred and twenty punches had already destroyed his three-hundred-year martial arts cultivation, and completely dismantled his golden bell.

So far, true loneliness.

Like a **** man, Yixiu still put his hands together and bowed slightly to Pang Wanyang.

With a sigh:

"Everything is impermanent, what is born must end, if not born, there will be no death, this extinction is the most joyful..."

As the voice drifted, his body, along with the golden light and blood, was blown away into the sky.

Between the escaping airflow, Pang Wanyang was silent for a moment, then turned to bow:

"Fellow Daoist, it's good to go..."

when~~~

A moment of death.

In the Huangjue Temple in Zhongzhou, thousands of miles away, the Huangjue Bell, which had been re-hanging with great effort, suddenly let out a long beep.

The bell reverberated, shaking the entire Huangjue Temple.

"Master, go all the way"

In front of the martial arts stage, the great monks such as Sankong, Sanyin, Sanmu, etc. seemed to have known it for a long time, with sad faces on their faces, and bowed to Huangjuezhong with their hands folded.

"Senior Brother~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Early to Bliss..."

On the third floor, the Wheel Runner King bowed deeply.

He had never had friendship with Yixiu, and even had resentment, but at this moment, he only had respect and sighs in his heart.

Seek to the point of death.

You are, and so am I.

"Three hundred years, Master, you are not at a loss."

Real Man Baiyue also sighed.

Even though I had already vaguely expected this scene, seeing it with my own eyes, I still sighed in my heart.

"Master Yixiu, let's go!"

An Qisheng raised his glass from afar and poured the wine into the air.

Turn around and look at the sky.

At the same time, Pang Wanyang lowered his eyes.

"war?"

"war!"