There was a loud noise, and all the people in many villages along the river were awakened, and then even the people in the town more than ten miles away were also awakened.

The timid people hid in the quilt and didn't dare to go out, and the bold ones looked through the window at the light and the continuous loud noises from the side of the Tongtian River, while the martial arts masters ran out curiously and rushed towards this side.

There is often a legend on the rivers and lakes that someone saw the confrontation of masters, got insights from it, created a set of earth-shattering martial arts, or broke through his own bottleneck. Or even two masters died together, and they were picked up by the rookies watching the game, and they ate fat in waves.

This look knows that there are top masters in the confrontation, if you don't take a look, you will definitely regret it!

The more than ten miles of travel was only a moment's work for these masters, and they looked at the constantly flickering light in the sky, listening to the continuous loud noises like thunder, and their hearts were both nervous and excited.

There are also people who can't help but fantasize that if they go in the past, they will be favored by a certain master and accepted as a disciple to inherit the mantle...... I can't think about it anymore, and if I think about it again, my saliva will come out......

That is, it is time to drink a cup of tea, and the fastest people have already arrived at the place where they can see the river. Looking from a distance, I saw dozens of green lights on the river surface connected into one, forming a huge pattern, in the center of the pattern, dragon-shaped rays of light rose to the sky, and collided with the palm-shaped golden rays that fell one after another in the sky.

Every time the dragon-shaped light rose, the rushing river had to pause.

Every time the golden palm fell from the sky, the whole sky shook.

And when the two meet, it is a thunderous roar that shakes the earth.

Then, the wind howled. The river caved into at least a few houses deep, and then it shook upwards and swelled like a mountain.

Wherever the wind went, the grass and trees along the river either fell to the ground or simply snapped, and at a glance, they were full of broken trees, and even some towering trees had countless broken branches, which looked extremely embarrassing.

They had been far away before, and they already felt that the voice was loud. Now that the distance is closer, I feel that the sound is like thunder exploding in my ears, and it makes my brain buzz, and some people even stagger and stand unsteadily, and they need to hold on to something to stabilize their bodies.

So the crowd stopped.

To see the excitement, you have to do what you can, the level of the excitement in front of you is too high, and it is enough to look at it from a distance. If you have to make it up, you are using your life to make fun, which is not taken by the wise.

But one or two people gritted their teeth, blocked their ears with something, and continued to move on.

"They're looking for death!" someone sighed.

"There is no way of good or evil, but man calls himself. Death is all found by oneself. ”

"Anyway, everyone knows each other, and when the fight over there is over, let's go and help them collect the corpses." ”

They talked a lot, and the implication was that they had already sentenced these people to death.

The power of the two fights is too terrifying, such as ordinary Jianghu people who have not even reached the innate realm, they may only be swept away by the aftermath, and it will take a friend who troubles to collect the corpse to spend an hour or two before they can find themselves out again, and barely put them together in a human form.

No matter how rich and dangerous you are, this is a little too much.

"I don't know which two seniors are fighting?" someone sighed, "It's really like a great power!"

"Could it be two real people? or even ...... Grand Master?"

"Impossible......"

They discussed, gazing at the scene on the river from afar, as if the sky was falling apart, and they were amazed.

At this moment, a man who was about to come to the river was hit by the storm set off by the two sides, and let out a scream that was almost inaudible in the storm, and the whole person flew towards the sky like a kite with a broken string, and flew out in one breath I don't know how far, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

There were spectators over there, and soon someone went to check on him, and then shouted, "Dead!"

"Who is it?"

"Hundred steps of flying knife monsoon rain. ”

"No wonder!" someone immediately sighed, "Xiao Ji suffered a loss in a martial arts competition with others some time ago, and he has always been obsessed with revenge. Seeing that the fate is ahead, he can't care about the danger......"

"It's a pity!"

"Who is to blame for seeking death by yourself?"

Seeing this man's tragic condition, those who came up to him honestly lay on the ground, trying to reduce the impact of the storm on them as much as possible.

But lying on the ground is obviously not a good idea, although you don't have to worry about being blown away by the storm, but the head is in front, and the flying sand and broken branches and leaves fly against the ground, just hitting the door of the head.

Just a moment later, a man was crawling, and a fist-sized stone blown by the storm hit the center of his eyebrows, snorted, and fell to the ground without moving.

The spectators watched from afar, shocked.

"Another one died?"

"Probably dead......

"Who is this?"

"God knows, it's so far away, I can't see it clearly. ”

"I know that he is Robin, the lone thief 'Night Owl', and it is said that he has an enemy who has always wanted revenge. ”

"Well, now it seems that he will not be able to take revenge. ”

Just when everyone was talking, the sky suddenly brightened, and I saw a huge figure emerge, surrounded by treasures, looking solemn and grand, and the momentum was extraordinary.

The figure looked bigger than the mountains by the river, and when he stepped on the green light on the river, it was as if a mountain had smashed down.

Not to mention the people who were being attacked, even the people who were watching the battle from a distance felt extremely heavy pressure, and even made them breathless.

On the wooden row, Pan Long's face was already covered in blood.

Blood covered his eyes, making everything he see red. The shattered ear drum is temporarily inaudible. His mouth was full of the smell of blood and rust, and his nose was slimy and bleeding out.

But his right hand still held the cicada wing knife firmly, and the light on the knife became more and more intense, and the thin cicada wing knife became like a lightsaber in a science fiction movie at this moment, so bright that it was almost impossible to look at.

Next to him, He Paitou was lying on the ground, spurting blood so much that most of his body was red, but his hands were still barely tied with runes, maintaining the spell.

It was precisely by relying on him to activate the spells on these wooden rows, connecting the protective formations of dozens of wooden rows, that he could block the attack of the man in the sky.

If it weren't for him, Pan Long might have been able to escape with his extremely strong body injured, but the Pai Sect would definitely be dead and wounded, and maybe even dead and wounded, and not even one survived.

And now, although there are also some who have been killed by the attack on the wooden platoon, most of the congregants are still intact. Pan Long's sword technique dispersed the fist power for them, and the aftermath of the dispersion was blocked by the formation, except for the violent vibration and loud sound, it was also bearable.

There were also many sect members who were casting spells on their respective wooden platoons, some were busy rescuing their colleagues, some were helping to maintain the formation, and some were providing assistance to Pan Long.

Without their help, Pan Long would have been unable to withstand it.

Although the attacker did not know the origin, his strength was terrifying. Every blow that fell, it made him feel as if the sky was falling apart.

Whenever this person slapped his palm, Pan Long's first feeling was that he couldn't catch this move, and even wanted to throw away his weapon, leave the platoon and teach everyone, and turn around and run away.

He knew that this was his survival instinct as a living being.

The enemy in front of him is too strong, and it is definitely not something that he can resist now.

But instead of running away, he swung his knife and slashed at him.

Every time he swung a knife, he felt that his internal organs, meridians and bones were violently shaken. Then there was the bleeding of the seven orifices, which looked extremely miserable.

If you usually see such a person on the road, anyone will think that this person has been fatally injured and is not far from death.

But Pan Long not only did not die, on the contrary, he could continue to fight again.

He can still stand, he can still swing a knife. The sword light he swung out could still ascend to the sky like a giant dragon, breaking the golden giant palm.

Every time, everyone thought he was going to fall, but he kept standing there, not to mention not falling, and he didn't even bend his back, like a nail nailed to a wooden row, and like a mountain, standing still.

Before I knew it, more than one person had tears on his face.

In fact, Pan Long himself was surprised, he didn't expect that his body was so strong and his endurance was so good.

Every time he caught a palm, he felt like he was going to lie down tired, or he was going to fall injured—all in all, he couldn't catch the next move.

But when the next palm fell, he was always able to squeeze his strength, hook up the waves of the river, and swing the next knife.

Each of his knives is the strongest in his life, and even each knife is stronger than the previous one!

If it hadn't been for that, he would have been defeated long ago.

The power of that person's palm is extremely powerful, especially when it communicates the power of the sky, and every time the palm falls, the power of the sky is strengthened by one point.

If the power of his first palm is one thousand, the second palm is about one thousand and twenty-three...... As for the palm just now, I'm afraid the power has exceeded three thousand!

If his first palm had such power, Pan Long would definitely not be able to resist it, and he would be blown away directly.

But his palm power is getting stronger and stronger, but it gives Pan Long a process of adaptation.

In this process, Pan Long continued to strengthen his connection with Tongtianjiang, and also continued to get help from the Pai sect.

Now, the strength of the entire Pai Sect Great Array has been gathered on him, and the endless Tongtian River has become his backing.

As long as his body does not collapse, as long as his will does not collapse, Tongtianjiang will continue to provide him with strength. Not to mention that the power of that person's palm is only with the help of heavenly power, even if the sky really falls, he can also use the power of the river to rise to the top.

The man in the sky was also surprised, he never thought that there would be such a master in Pai Jiao.

He has been observing this group of people for a long time. And he wanted to make a sneak attack, which was also a thought he had all along.

It's just that there have always been masters in the rehearsal, and he asked himself that it would be difficult to succeed even if he made a move, so he endured it until now.

Yesterday morning, the master of the platoon who was sitting in the wooden platoon suddenly left, which surprised and delighted him at the same time. He waited patiently for a while, until someone summoned to confirm that the other party had arrived at the helm of the platoon before he made a brazen move.

According to his thoughts, without those two old men sitting in the town, no matter how powerful the young people in the platoon are, they can't stop his sneak attack. But he didn't expect that there was a top master hidden in the platoon, and he blocked his palm power with a knife.

He originally thought that this person was exploding potential in the midst of a crisis, and continued to attack without saying a word - the explosive potential is limited after all, and one move can withstand it, what about two or three moves? What about ten moves and a hundred moves?

If you want to withstand it all the time, do you have so much potential to explode!

That's what he thinks, and that's what he does.

As a result, the truth slapped him in the face.

This person really has so much potential to explode!

Even, this person became more and more courageous, and the sword became stronger and stronger. Even if he used Tianwei, every palm was strengthening, and this person could always catch it.

That would be weird!

Paijiao is a sect based on spells, how can there be such a strong martial arts master?

Looking at this person's martial arts, I am afraid that he has already passed the innate limit and has begun to step into the realm of returning to the truth with half a foot.

There are a number of masters like this, how can one pop up out of thin air?

But his will is as hard as iron, and no matter what, he will definitely beat this man to death and destroy the sect.

Even more determined than before.

Pai taught such a powerful martial arts powerhouse, if he was escaped by this person, he would grow up in the future, cooperate with those old immortal warlocks, and then cooperate with the so-called Pai Jiao Luo Tian Twelve Treasures, don't say it was him at that time, even if his teacher came, I am afraid he would not be able to suppress Pai Jiao.

In any case, this must not be allowed to happen!

With a loud bang, the giant phantom was scattered by Pan Long's sword.

Pan Long spurted out a mouthful of blood for several steps, and the blood arrow shot a crack directly on the wooden row. The eyes, nose and ears were bleeding together, and the injury became more and more serious.

Green light continued to emerge from him, and the various healing pills that had accumulated were being used at a rapid pace.

The biggest advantage of these drugs from the world of mountains and seas is that you don't need special actions when you use them, and you can use up the drugs in the quick inventory with just one thought.

This process was omitted, so that Pan Long could add blood to himself quickly.

He could see that on his character's panel, his health was bouncing up and down like the wavy line on the heart rate monitor, which symbolized his heartbeat.

But no matter what, the health has never bottomed out, and he can still hold on!

The man in the sky gritted his teeth and swallowed a mouthful of blood.

He was also injured in that move just now.

When Tianwei had not yet accumulated enough to use such a method, he forcibly launched it in advance, and he suffered some backlash.

He hadn't suffered such an injury for almost a hundred years.

Feeling the pain in his chest, he couldn't help but feel a little gloomy in his heart.

Could it be ...... Are you really old? Is it really impossible to deal with a group of rising stars?

(The task entrusted to me by His Majesty has not gone wrong for so many years, can it be said that ...... Am I going to be up to the task?)