An extremely majestic force, a force that seemed to belong completely outside the world, poured into his body from the depths of the distant firmament.

At this time, Zhijing was already the top layer of the peak of the Infinite Realm, and there was only a hair's length away from the Silent Realm.

But even if there is only a hair's length, it is still a distance, and it is difficult to cross.

Zhijing's body suddenly became extremely powerful and huge, like a god and Buddha.

After the tempering of the forbidden land, and the blessing of the heart curse.

He felt as if there was an endless amount of power rolling and boiling in his body.

He stretched out his right palm and slapped it towards Nangong Han.

The compassionate palm, in the process of breaking the wind, shook into a puff fan.

A huge fan-like palm grasped the sword.

In the dazzling red light, the roar of the Xiuyuan Sword sounded.

Zhijing stood in the red light, his hands firmly gripping the Xiuyuan Sword that was still indomitable at the previous moment.

Xiuyuan Sword is struggling angrily!

Countless cyan light slurry peeled off its body and fell to the ground, igniting a sea of passive fire!

Zhijing's face turned pale suddenly, but his expression was still indifferent, under the blessing of that red light, he was as majestic as a god and Buddha, and he looked so powerful.

Zhijing's giant palm continued to move forward, and the sky and clouds on Putuo Mountain, with his movements, seemed to be closer to the ground, and an unimaginable huge force slapped down.

Xiuyuan Sword roared and was slapped into the ground by Shengsheng!

Nangong Han's face was also very pale, but the calmness and uprightness in the depths of his eyes did not disappear.

The sleeves of his arms turned into nothingness, revealing his slender forearms.

He stretched out his hand, and Xiuyuan Sword obeyed the order, so at this time he still held the sword in his hand.

The bun was untold when it was untenable, and the black hair kept fluttering, like a waterfall under a strong wind.

He looked at Zhijing, his eyes were ruthless. This is the most formidable enemy he has encountered since his practice, but he cannot and will not lose.

His body trembled, his face became even paler, and a thunderous cry burst out of his lips!

"Hey!"

At this time, the thunder of Putuo Mountain resounded at the bottom of the peak and valley, awakening the creatures that had not yet awakened in the depths of the earth's soil, and startling the thick clouds in the sky that no longer squeezed out the rain.

There seemed to be a huge wall that reached the sky, slowly crushing towards Zhijing.

This unstoppable force becomes clearer and more direct.

Is this the true strength of Mr. Xianshan?

Zhijing took a deep breath. To become the strongest person in this world, defeating and destroying the person in front of him is what he must do, so he is very attentive.

With a loud bang, countless whirlpools rolled up in the air, and the powerful power expanded to all sides, Yi Hanlan stretched out his hand to cover his ears, not daring to listen, this should be the duel between the strongest two people in the world, mediocre as he naturally does not have any qualifications to interfere.

Zhijing took the simplest and most brutal way, wanting to stop Nangong Han's attack strongly. So he slashed in front of him with one palm at a time.

There was a huge force in front of his palm, and Zhijing felt as if he had slashed on a mountain, and he couldn't shake the other party at all, and his wrist was about to be broken by the force of the shock.

The scarlet light blinked abnormally at this time, and it seemed to be an anomaly on this clear Putuo Mountain.

Nangong Han didn't give him much more time, spread out his hand in front of him, and clenched it suddenly. The huge wall that reached the sky fell in an instant. It's as if the entire sky fell from the sky in an instant and smashed into Zhijing.

This is equivalent to the power of heaven and earth, and ordinary cultivators are afraid that they are already powerless to parry, but Nangong Han's enemy at this time is called Zhijing, and he is not an ordinary cultivator.

It's like reaching out to the sky. Raise your giant red palms above your head. Something unexpected happened, and the palm of that hand actually lifted the "sky".

Before Nangong Han could react, the Ruyi Treasure Seal in Zhijing's left hand had already blasted into his chest!

There is infinite Buddha power in the treasure seal, but all evil things can be suppressed, but the treasure seal at this time is not an ordinary color, Nangong cold blood sprayed wildly, feeling the endless power from the chest, knowing that if he can't get rid of it, he will inevitably be killed by this treasure seal, only to hear a loud shout, the essence in his abdomen suddenly exploded, and the heavy wall lost its support and shattered.

The Xiuyuan Sword danced wildly in his hand and slashed heavily on Zhijing's wrist, shocking Zhijing in an instant, and his body turned into light smoke and fled into the distance.

When he fell to the ground, he spurted out another mouthful of blood, and he almost didn't stand still.

Zhijing looked at him quietly, and the wind in his right hand sounded softly.

For some reason, the originally bright sky turned a bloody red color.

Nangong Han looked at Zhijing in the distance, and his expression became very solemn.

Zhijing looked at him compassionately and said, "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground." ”

Nangong Han didn't think about it at all, and said without hesitation: "Okay." ”

Zhijing was slightly surprised, but there was still a little excitement from the bottom of his heart.

With a bang, Nangong Han actually plunged the Xiuyuan Sword into the dirt in front of him.

But abandoning the Xiuyuan Sword does not mean that he gives up this battle.

A white turbulence arose from the place where Nangong Han stayed, driving the aura beside him to rotate at high speed, and at this moment his figure suddenly disappeared, and the next moment he came to Zhijing's body, at this time Zhijing's Buddha name had just come out of his lips.

There was a soft sound, like an embroidery needle falling on the stone slab, and like the music at the beginning of the banquet, the breath of heaven and earth in front of Zhijing was suddenly chaotic, and the light was a little dim, and when the heaven and earth returned to their original state, Nangong Han reappeared. His palm had landed on Zhijing's chest.

Zhijing's chest began to descend with the arrival of Nangong Han's attack,

Zhijing's face changed sharply, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood, and he made a treasure seal with his hands at his side. The entire body began to expand forward, pushing Nangong Han's palm out.

Nangong Han was shocked, but he was not discouraged.

Xiuyuan Sword, which stopped in the distance, seemed to hear the call of its master, and actually rose to the wind.

The Xiuyuan Sword left an extremely clear space, but the target was not Zhijing's body, but his left hand!

Zhijing's left hand fell like a flower at this time, forming another mudra to radiate compassion to the world.

He was not surprised by Nangong Han's sword, because as a master of this level, it was not strange to make any kind of move.

The greater the strength, the purer their attack will generally be, which is the confidence of the strong in their strength and the respect for those opponents.

Therefore, at this time, the attack of the two did not have such splendid moves and strange tricks, but they contained the most powerful power of the Immortal Mountain and the Buddha Sect, which could also shock the heavens and the earth.

The sound of the scriptures was loud, and the light of the Buddha permeated the Han Palace's cold clothes, and I saw a stream of blood flowing down from the corner of his lips and spilling to the ground.

Xiuyuan Sword was stunned because of this, but he didn't stop.

At this time, Zhijing's expression was compassionate, and the essence of his body seemed to feel the difference in the Xiuyuan Sword this time, converging towards his left arm, as if giving birth to an invisible barrier, which was more than before when he was.

No matter how powerful that attack was, Zhijing felt that it was still impossible to pass through that barrier.

There was a soft pop.

Zhijing looked sideways at his forearm and found that the Xiuyuan Sword had already slashed into his arm. Although his arm was not severed, his left hand was no longer able to move.

Zhijing's face showed pain, and he was a little confused.

Of course, Nangong Han would not let go of such an opportunity to continue attacking.

Xiuyuan Sword restarted. This time it was Zhijing's head that was chopped.

Zhijing held the back of the Xiuyuan Sword with his right hand.

Nangong Han quietly looked at him under the sword, and changed from holding the sword in one hand to holding the sword in both hands.

Zhijing's expression was solemn and he pronounced the Buddha's name.

The red light in his right hand was sheng.

The battle between the two strongest men in the world has changed from the initial confrontation of physical and move to the confrontation of pure strength at this time.

The ruins on Putuo Mountain began to be rolled up by these two opposing spirits, and then fell again, and the cycle began again and again, until finally it became a mountain of dirt piled up on top of each other.

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