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The golden qi machine was like a swimming dragon, extremely powerful, and in the non-stop sound of bells, sharp sword qi burst out.

Ling Konghan's body swept backwards.

Broken hair fell down on his forehead.

Ling Konghan's expression became even more hideous, and the killing intent was strong.

stretched out and pinched the scattered black hair, Ling Konghan grinned, and on top of the white teeth, the luster was even brighter.

"You're really damned!"

Ling Kong Han said in a cold tone.

Li Qifeng smiled slightly, the two swords were returned to the sheath, and between the golden qi flowing, the body of the Futu King Kong became more brilliant and dazzling, and a low voice of shallow singing sounded all over his body, looming and sacred.

"You're really not qualified. ”

Looking at Ling Konghan, there was endless arrogance in his faint tone.

Ling Konghan's face sank.

The hands moved, and in an instant, above the hands, it seemed that the sky was thundering.

Snort!

The void continued to twist, and I saw that above Ling Konghan's hands, thunderbolts were trembling, exuding terrifying palpitations.

"Palm Thunder Heavenly Heart Technique?"

Jiang Xingyuan said with a gaffe.

This is a secret technique that has long been lost in the legend, and it is rumored that it is the secret technique practiced by Wang Yangming, who is known as the heaven and man hundreds of years ago.

But he didn't expect that today, when he saw the Palm Thunder Heavenly Heart Secret again, Jiang Xingyuan's heart could be described as shocked.

Qu Changyun's expression showed a hint of arrogance.

How can the name of the monster of this Tianxuanzong be obtained in vain, although the mind is incomplete, but Ling Konghan's cultivation talent is similar to that of a demon, looking at the world and the earth, I am afraid that there is no martial arts that he can't learn, this palm thunder Tianxin has always been the martial arts of the Zhenzong in Tianxuanzong, and Ling Konghan has cultivated to the point of perfection in less than three months.

This is a unique thing in the history of Tianxuanzong.

"I didn't expect Elder Jiang to know such a secret technique as the Palm Thunder Heavenly Heart Technique, it's really rare!"

Qu Changyun let out a sigh.

Jiang Xingyuan didn't say a word.

With the existence of a monster like Ling Kong Han, I'm afraid that even a disciple of the Sword Sect will not have the slightest advantage if he goes.

His eyes froze, and for some reason, a strange thought arose in Jiang Xingyuan's heart.

He didn't want to see all the volleys win.

In other words, he definitely didn't want to see Yuanhong fall into the hands of Tianxuanzong.

Ling Konghan pinched the seal with both hands, and the thunder in his palm became more and more powerful, and in the sneering sound, the terrifying power was spreading.

"If you're qualified or not, you'll find out right away. ”

Ling Konghan spit out a sentence softly.

Above his hands, nine thunderbolts suddenly burst out.

The void is constantly twisting, rippling layer by layer, seemingly slow, but in fact it is indescribably fast.

Nine thunderbolts crushed down strongly.

Li Qifeng's eyes had a hint of gold, and the phantom of a small sword appeared, with endless majesty in his expression.

The golden qi that swam around seemed to feel the threat of thunder, and it wandered wildly, gradually merging into the body of the Buddha King Kong.

The body is still standing, and the eyes are like torches.

Li Qifeng threw a heavy punch, carrying the furious internal force that had been gaining momentum for a long time.

The void trembled, and in the blink of an eye, in the midst of the thunder, the power of a punch was completely annihilated.

The thunder unceremoniously bombarded the body of the Futu King Kong, and the terrifying power was released in an instant.

The luster of the vajra body suddenly dimmed a little.

Taking a deep breath, Li Qifeng's eyes were even more golden, and the small sword in the depths of his eyes was as real as it was.

Put your hands together.

Around Li Qifeng's body, a circular halo suddenly spread out.

The halo is golden, like the scorching sun, giving people an extremely warm and comfortable feeling.

Thunder rolls in.

Entering the halo, it seemed to encounter a blockage, sinking into the swamp, and becoming sluggish.

Suddenly, between heaven and earth, a majestic and sacred aura emanated.

In that halo, eight phantoms emerged.

A golden dragon was entrenched, raising the sky and groaning, as if it was about to destroy the heavens and the earth, a huge dragon's breath spewed out, and a thick wave of air rolled.

A golden-armored god of war looks in all directions, and above his body, the golden light is blazing, blurring and penetrating, and the momentum is extremely powerful, which makes people feel awe.

A strange and beautiful fairy dances with the wind, the petals fall all over the sky, like a dream, a black dress has a little more heroic, the sleeves are waving, the ribbon dances, the ethereal is surprising, just like the flying fairy outside the sky, very graceful.

A roc overlooking the heavens and the earth, his eyes are like wheels, and in his eyes, a blazing flame burns, as if to destroy everything in the world.

A humanoid snake head, with a long core in his mouth, and an incomparable indifference in his eyes, like the cold ice of a thousand years, the black gas wrapped around his body makes people feel incomparably calm.

A man who looks like a human and a non-human, with horns on his head and a majestic face, is surrounded by solemn Dharma music.

A graceful young man, dressed in a neon dress, exuding a peculiar fragrance all over his body, accompanied by bursts of music, people can't help but indulge in it, and it is difficult to extricate himself.

A black-armored god of war let out a roar, his hands raised, as if to restrain the heavens and the earth, and the roar of anger made spring thunder explode in his ears.

The Eight Phantoms, like immortals in the sky, exude indescribable submission.

The golden dragon wags its tail.

The golden-armored god of war stepped down.

The fairy dance belt waves, stirring up the wind and clouds.

Dapeng breathed flames from his mouth and burned everything.

The eight phantoms each used their own means to destroy the nine heavenly thunders neatly and disappear into nothing.

Li Qifeng was still standing quietly, his expression was neither sad nor happy, and his eyes showed an indifferent and calm gaze.

His hands trembled slightly.

The eight phantoms derived from the golden qi machine even Li Qifeng himself felt a great pressure.

The body moved slightly, and he saluted respectfully to the West.

Legend has it that there is a Western world there.

The sound of the bell ringing in the body came out again, long and crisp.

The eight phantoms suddenly dispersed, and a golden majestic qi machine appeared again, wandering beside Li Qifeng.

The whole body is still bathed in golden light.

Li Qifeng's hands were pushed forward, very light, very slow, very direct.

An internal force suddenly rushed out, like a golden dragon born, carrying an incomparably powerful power, and slammed into Ling Konghan's body.

Ling Kong Han quit for a walk.

His expression was a little shocked, his eyes exuded fear, his body trembled, and his lips kept shaking.

Step out.

Above the body, the golden light is even greater.

Li Qifeng was like the golden armor god of war in the sky, exuding an indescribable majesty.

Li Qifeng threw another punch.

Ling Konghan's body retreated a few dozen steps.

Looking at Li Qifeng from afar, Ling Konghan's trembling body actually knelt down directly, with a hint of piety in his expression.