The Great Tao Chronicle

boom!

Wu Liusan threw Zhao Tianfeng from the window into the Hanlong Inn, and closed the row of windows with a backhand palm.

The Hanlong Inn dares to open in the desert state. It has experienced many storms, and naturally it will not be swallowed up by the storm.

Then, his body wobbled, and he had already climbed to the second floor.

Look out through a special skylight.

I saw countless sandstorms connecting the sky and the earth, becoming everything between the heavens and the earth. In the boundless world, only the yellow sand drifts.

No,

In the yellow sand in the sky, there are still black clouds rolling, and electric snakes are crisscrossed.

And in this destructive storm.

The two silhouettes flowed between the heavens and the earth, as if two real dragons forgot to confront each other, as if ignoring the natural disaster-like storm.

boom!

boom!

The two dragon-like figures disappeared into the sky in the sound of the collision that could not be concealed by the thunderclouds and storms.

"Such martial arts..."

Wu Liusan felt a shudder.

Even though the Qi pulse has been condensed for many years and he has seen many masters, he still did not expect that human martial arts can be so tyrannical.

The thunders are fighting against each other, and the natural disasters are allowed to be vertical and horizontal!

This is no longer a human being, it is simply a terrestrial god, a living **** and Buddha!

In such a battle, he would not even have the opportunity to watch the battle.

"In such a battle, I don't know if I can see the sky's atmosphere?"

Among the yellow sands in the sky, the Wheel-turning King, Mu Qingfeng, Yan Kuangtu, and the True Prayer for the Moon are rampant in the sky.

"This battle, I'm afraid it will be divided into life and death..."

Looking at the sky, Yan Kuangsu muttered to himself.

This battle is completely different from the previous three battles. Pang Wanyang will stop at first taste when he fights with him, and when he fights with Mu Qingfeng, it will be a single move to divide the winner and loser.

But at this point, it was a real battle of life and death.

"The way of heaven and man is so difficult..."

There was also a touch of bitterness on the meticulous face of Master Baiyue.

It is impossible for any master who has achieved Taiyin Promise without the idea of ​​peeking at the Dao of Heaven and Man, and he is no exception.

It is a pity that for tens of thousands of years, there have only been ten people recorded in the long-floating world, and only eight people have clearly left.

Therefore, there is a saying that one day will be born in three thousand years.

How difficult is it?

"Heaven, Kendo..."

Mu Qingfeng stared blankly at the broken sword in his palm, his incomparably beautiful face was in a trance.

At a certain moment, he raised his hand and let the long sword fall into the wind and sand.

Although he only fought Pang Wanyang for a moment, in that blow, he faintly glimpsed a further kendo.

After Sword Twenty-two, there should be Sword Twenty-three!

But, Jian Twenty-three, can he cut open the portal of heaven and man?

They will never miss such a peak decisive battle, and only they can really witness it.

......

an hour!

Two hours!

Under the big sunset, the red moon rises!

one day!

Two days!

Three days!

It's been seven days in a flash!

The two traverse the vast sea and traverse the Mozhou, and the battlefield stretches for thousands of miles in the sky and the ground.

The battlefield between the two is not even limited to mid-air, sometimes traveling through thunderclouds, sometimes colliding in storms, and several times falling from the sky, confronting under the sand sea!

When martial arts have reached their level, they have already ignored nearly 99% of the natural disasters in the world, and they have ignored all the sinister environments in the world.

Whether it's a thundercloud or a storm, whether it's in the sky or the ground, it doesn't have much impact on them, but when the two confronted the land of Mozhou, the storm that was set off was undoubtedly an unprecedented natural disaster for others!

In the boundless vast sea, the caravans are fine, but they are forced to hide in the oasis and dare not go out. The rogue horse bandits who are rampant in the vast sea and have no fixed place have been swallowed up by the sandstorm and temporarily stationed.

Those who were lucky enough to escape the sandstorm were also extremely frightened, speechless in shock.

"My God!"

"How is it possible? How could such a celestial change be caused by humans?"

"Is that a fight between heaven and man? Or a soldier?"

All the horse bandits who saw this battle were horrified.

Not only them, but many in Vast Sea knew about the February 21st battle for a long time, and the experts who came to watch the battle did not expect that such a terrifying battle had already happened before February 2nd.

Under the complex environment of wind and sand and thunderclouds rolling, even these masters couldn't see the two fast-moving figures, and they all guessed who was fighting.

Naturally, there are also people who can see this battle.

Wang Jianglong stood in the sand, looking up at the rolling thunderclouds, his eyes were solemn.

With his eyesight, he naturally knew who was fighting in the sky at this time.

"After less than two years, Daoist Wang Quan has reached this point?"

Wang Jianglong sighed in his heart.

He especially remembered that when he saw An Qisheng for the first time, he had to seize the moment before he could seriously injure the Dharma King of the Red Sun.

Although tyrannical, he thought to himself that at that time he was only afraid that he would be better than him.

On the opening ceremony of the second Wangquan Dao, Shanmen previously fought against Pang Wanyang, who came from the body, and his strength has surpassed himself.

And more than a year later, it's hard for him to look back.

It has only been three years before and after, and he has already caught up with Pang Wanyang, the Demon Lord of Six Prisons who has been the No. 1 in the world for decades!

What invincible talent is this?

In ten thousand years, including the military masters of all dynasties, I am afraid that no one has such an amazing speed of progress.

boom!

boom!

In the sky, wind and clouds burst.

An Qisheng and Pang Wanyang pulled out qi dragons that danced like dragons and collided constantly in the sky.

boom!

In a lightning-like collision, the two of them went backwards and staggered.

In the seven consecutive days of confrontation, even though the momentum rose again and again, it was more able to grab the essence of heaven and earth to deny himself, but Pang Wanyang still felt a little tired. Seeing that An Qisheng still did not change at all, he was also surprised.

While bombarding the fist marks, he let out a long laugh: "Happy, happy, the physique of Daoist brothers is rare in the world, and Sanshou is even more wonderful. I dare to ask this Sanshou, what is its name?"

boom!

The Nantianmen reappeared, blocking the torrent of fists and fists.

An Qisheng fit in, smashed into layers of the wind, flicked his fingers, and turned through countless changes.

"Sanshou is not completed, its name is not known, this style is called Xiantai!"

An Qisheng was also amazed in his heart.

Pang Wanyang's mind is so solid that he has never seen it in his life. After the seven-day confrontation, he felt a little tired even with his unparalleled physique.

Pang Wanyang's fighting intent became more and more violent.

The name of the first person of the Mozong ancient and modern is really not being promoted by others. In fact, even if the founder of the Mozong is here, he is not as good as him at this time!

"It's a good beheading stage, but unfortunately, in this world, there is no immortal to behead the Taoist brother!"

Pang Wanyang let out a long whistle and attacked the 'Zhanxiantai' with a mighty fist.

Boom!

A collision, a circle of ripples like a tsunami continued to spread and spread with the two at the center.

In the violent collision, Pang Wanyang's beard and hair were all stretched out, and after a long howl, he slammed forward again.

Many magic arts in the world are known for their weirdness, but Pang Wanyang's moves and styles are open and close, like the sun, and the thunder that falls from time to time does not seem to have the ferocity of him!

During the seven-day confrontation, his divine will has risen extremely high, and in the dark, he seems to have felt the looming energy.

Therefore, even though he was physically exhausted, his muscles and bones, and even the moaning of his internal organs, he ignored them all!

One punch after another.

One hit is stronger than one hit!

At this time, the enemy in his mind was no longer An Qisheng, but the sky that had been hanging since ancient times and had never changed.

It is the mark of heaven and man that only ten people have broken over the past tens of thousands of years!

During the collisions, his mind seemed to be sublimated, and there seemed to be some deficiencies.

"Battle! Fight! Fight!"

His eyes spurted out substantial flames, and the whole person seemed to be on fire.

The momentum that had already climbed to the limit, actually soared again, and sublimated again on the top!

"not good!"

"This is......."

"Burning physique, Qi pulse? He actually practiced such martial arts?"

Above the vast sea, the Wheel-turning King, the True Man Baiyue, Yan Kuangtu and others were all startled.

With their eyesight, they naturally saw what happened to Pang Wanyang.

At this point in martial arts, it is impossible to climb for no reason, and it is impossible to increase the momentum casually. The glory of this moment is that Pang Wanyang is burning himself!

This is the method of death, this is the method of sacrifice!

A generation of Demon Venerable, who sacrificed their lives to seek the Tao, and burned themselves to illuminate the way forward!

What kind of mind is this, what kind of spirit is this?

What kind of terrifying power will erupt again?

Boom!

The sky wave is flowing vertically to the four fields!

The fierce and violent boiling fist intent, at this moment, is like the burst of light from the sun, and in just a moment, it has illuminated the gloomy sky with dark clouds rolling in it.

Then, the rolling fist is like the return of thousands of rivers, and it is completely condensed on the fist marks intertwined with white and scarlet!

He slashed towards An Qisheng.

boom!

At this moment, the true meaning of Tai Chi, which had never been defeated even in the seven-day and seven-night battle, was suddenly blown up!

boom!

The yin and yang flowed side by side, and the ten thousand qi rolled.

An Qisheng's white robe was instantly torn apart by the tens of thousands of wind knives. With his horizontal training physique, at this moment, he was beaten and flew away!

roar~

Pang Wanyang stepped and screamed, like a **** and a devil, and punched again!

"Good boxing, good courage!"

In the turbulent wind, An Qisheng also let out a long howl.

boom!

The broken Tai Chi true meaning was shattered in this long howl, turning into black and white and filling the sky.

In the huge humming sound, it seems that there are endless changes derived from it.

In a trance, all those who watched this scene had an extremely incredible thought in their hearts.

In which black and white light, they seemed to see their own martial arts!

Ferris wheel method,

Dapeng King Fist,

dragon palm,

Taibai Kendo,

worship the moon and the sky,

Even, the Heart Sutra of War Demons!

This is a series of plausible things that they can't recognize, and there are countless martial arts essences that they can't recognize!

It is as if the black and white colors contain all the martial arts and the essence of martial arts in the world!

"This is......"

Pang Wanyang's eyes narrowed ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and saw that An Qisheng in ragged clothes raised his arms in the turbulent turbulent wind, and black and white were spread between his arms.

Then,

The black and white colors that filled the sky all disappeared.

Only the arm that seems to contain all kinds of martial arts essence,

One blow like a whip!

It hit Pang Wanyang, who was attacking like a **** and a devil!

Ang~

There seems to be a dragon roar in the sky.

Wang Jianglong was startled, and saw the Taoist slap his arm, and there seemed to be a thousand-zhang real dragon vertically and horizontally in the sky, breaking Pang Wanyang's body protection qi and training his physique horizontally.

He blew away his long hair, which was raised like a flame, and hit him heavily.

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