The Path Toward Heaven

He was beaten?

He was blown away with a punch!

how can that be!

The blankness and anger in Kou Qingtong's eyes turned into a wildfire and began to burn wildly!

He sent out a beast-like howl, bounced from the ground, kicked his feet against the stone wall of Tianmen, and flew back into the palace!

The stone and dust in that straight pit bounced with the sound of poncho.

Ying Tianmen rang and slowly began to collapse, and the cloud and mist floated into the sky.

Kou Qingtong returned faster than he went.

He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the sky, tore a morning glow, turned it into a light, and smashed it.

Even March's sleeves fluttered, a cloud rolled down, turned into a sea of ​​flowers, and they ushered up.

Every blood stain in those blood is Kou Qingtong's fist.

Every flower in the sea of ​​flowers is a fist in March.

Fist meets fist.

Killing intention and killing intention hedging.

The morning glow reflects the sea of ​​flowers.

Don't look so red.

Blood red. (grimace)

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Lian March and Kou Qingtong can no longer be seen on the Palace Square, only wild winds and strong blood are seen.

The thunder rang again, and then there was no cessation.

The air waves swept through the gravel and hit the palace wall, making a crackling sound, like a heavy rain.

The vermillion-colored palace wall that had peeled off the wall skin was full of scars, like a beach after the rain, and looked miserable.

The grit like rain and arrows also struck the palace, and the ministers went back to the palace. Ping Yongjia closed the window at the fastest speed, lowered the tea cup, and protected her face.

Jing Jiu didn't move and looked over there quietly.

The gold worship and the cow worship sat on the ground with their eyes closed, their faces pale, and they tried to maintain the operation of the imperial city to prevent these two peerless murderers from ruining everything here.

At the most dangerous moment, Tan Zhenren waved his sleeves and spent an extremely pure Zhen Yuan to enter the stone pillar, which stabilized the battle.

I do not know how long it took, without warning, thunder stopped and the wind stopped.

A gap appeared in the sky, and it was more beautiful.

Lian March and Kou Qingtong stood opposite each other, still several miles away.

Kou Qingtong kept breathing, his body was full of blood, and his eyes were full of puzzlement when he looked at even Sanyue, and asked, "Why are you carrying this?"

Even in March, the situation is obviously much better. Black hair is dancing in the wind, but there is bloodshot on the corners of the lips, saying, "That's because you are too weak."

Kou Qingtong's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, saying, "That's because you haven't seen my real cruel side!"

Suddenly San Yue's expression changed slightly, and she stretched out her right hand to catch a falling petal.

The peach flower that she had planted next to her was finally shaken by a petal.

Looking at the petals in her palm, there was a touch of pity on her face, and then her eyes became more cold or ruthless.

Kou Qingtong feels a little palpitated. The previous battle was so fierce. The peach blossom was actually inserted into her crotch. Is she not doing her best?

Lian March looked up and looked at him expressionlessly, "Do you know what it was like when I was really cruel?"

After saying this, she opened her arms, and her white, jade hands stretched out of her sleeves, her palms pointing up, and she pointed at the sky.

The sea of ​​clouds began to toss, the sky was full of tears and was shattered by a huge invisible force, and went towards the wild, like the blood dripping slowly from the roof.

The sky was more blue, and then it became faint blue, as if it were closer to the ground.

Even March's palms sink slightly.

If these two pictures are linked together, it may even make people feel that the sky is falling on her palm.

Looking at this scene, Kou Qingtong made a strange cry and stepped back without hesitation.

The question is how do people walk between heaven and earth under the sky and escape?

Thousands of extremely thin lines appeared in the blue sky.

Each line is a fist of March.

Within a few breaths, she blasted out more than three thousand punches!

Kou Qingtong is worthy of being the only strong survivor of the Blood Demon Sect. Facing such a violent offensive, he can even defend.

But defense is useless.

As Lian March said, as long as she starts to really shoot, she can't fight back for convenience!

Gorefiend teaching method, defeat!

Zhongzhou sent the way, scattered!

Kou Qingtong exhibited thousands of years of cultivation in a very short period of time. I do n’t know how many mysteries that have been lost have been appearing, but they have no meaning at all.

Because he just can't stop those fists like the sky!

A loud noise!

Lian March's fist was drawn from the blue sky, as if he had pulled a Shenlong and smashed it against Kou Qingtong's head.

Kou Qingtong's blood was soaring, his breath soared, his palms lifted up one by one, and he barely blocked the punch.

With a click, he knelt down on the ground with one knee, and his knees that had broken through the magic weapon instantly shattered.

Time stopped at this moment.

The sound disappeared.

Whether the shivering eunuchs and pale secret guards on the other side of the palace wall, or the dignified ministers in the hall, kept their original posture and remained motionless.

This is due to the great difference in speed resulting in different time flow rates.

Even March looked back at Jing Jiu, showing a childlike innocent smile, thinking that now you can't catch up with me.

Then she turned her head and looked at Kou Qingtong, her smile gradually concealed, like looking at a dead man, holding her fist and banging again.

Kou Qingtong's realm is truly extremely deep. When everything in the palace is at a standstill, he can still move.

But his speed was still slower, his hands had just withdrawn from his head and he had no time to stand in front of him.

Seeing that fist getting closer, a look of anger but helplessness appeared in his eyes.

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Kou Qingtong flew out again.

Same as last time.

It's simple.

Everything as extraordinary as the world.

Even the route is the same, or the ditch, he flew out of the gap on the palace wall, at least when the imperial city is rebuilt in the future, you can save at least some money.

Ying Tianmen, which had collapsed and was slowly falling, was directly hit by his body again ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and crashed down.

This time, Kou Qingtong did not stop, but continued to go south, flew a long distance, and hit the wall heavily before finally stopping.

A large hole was opened in the city wall, revealing the space inside. The Qingtian Division official who was maintaining the forbidden array looked to this side in amazement, and looked forward to a slight change of expression.

Kou Qingtong was lying among the gravel on the ground, his body had been severely deformed, and there was blood everywhere, and there were light spots in his blood, his eyes were scattered.

But he was extremely terrible. He was so severely injured that he did not turn into a spot on the spot and died.

A huge shadow shrouded the city wall, and three Zhongzhou sects came to the wind, watching the people in the forbidden group sing and yell, "No one is allowed to move, otherwise they will kill!"

They approached the ruins and were ready to take Kou Qingtong back to the cloud boat.

Just then, a flute sounded.

The flute sounds melodious like water, and like the reflection of willow branches on the water surface, but full of killing intention.