A figure broke through the big hole in the sky, followed the pillar of light that fell from the sky, and smashed into the high platform with a fist.

Zhao Dunhuang slipped back with one foot, put one hand on his waist, his breath overflowed the dantian, and a simple single punch burst out.

The two fists met in the air, and with a loud bang, a breath ripple visible to the naked eye was like two long knives across the heavens and the earth, cutting through the world.

The high platform at Zhao Dunhuang's feet cracked inch by inch, and the heavenly immortal was blasted out of the sky.

The pillar of light came immediately, Zhao Dunhuang's figure flashed, and he automatically pounced on that pillar of light, and it was a simple punch, and the pillar of light was smashed into countless debris and fell to the ground one after another.

The figure of the immortal followed like a shadow, and his fist slammed on the chest of Zhao Dunhuang's divine soul, and Zhao Dunhuang, the sect leader of the Southern Liang Sword Sect, was swaying, his clothes and hair fluttered back, and at the same time he pointed at the center of the immortal's eyebrows.

A sword qi pierced through the helmet of the heavenly immortal, revealing a flawless cheek, Zhao Dunhuang shook his head and smiled, his hands were like hooks, grabbed the shoulders of the immortal, and hit the immortal's chest with a heavy knee, hitting the immortal's chest, boom, the immortal's chest sank, his body slipped and fell back uncontrollably, and he withdrew from a thousand zhang distance in the blink of an eye. Crashing through the stone pillars of the city wall along the way, he fell into the huge ironclad gate, and the blood fell like rain.

The heavenly immortal clumsily "pulled" his legs and feet out of the ironclad city gate, his sunken chest returned to its original state at a speed visible to the naked eye, his eyes were as cold as frost, he took a sharp breath, accelerated and ran forward, and when the speed reached its peak, he suddenly stopped, slapped his hands against each other, and with a bang, the air exploded, and a wave of sound rolled forward, sweeping towards the mortals who did not know whether they were alive or dead on the opposite side.

Zhao Dunhuang was hit by the continuous sound wave, the qi wave was like a knife cutting into the body, the temples of the sect master of the Southern Liang Sword Sect continued to agitate, the blue tendons on his brows were exposed, and his heart suddenly accelerated, which was the abnormality of the body caused by the rapid circulation of blood, and the heavenly immortals chose the way from the inside to the outside, so that Zhao Dunhuang exploded and died.

Zhao Dunhuang, who was dressed as a peasant, was torn by the qi waves, revealing his bronzed thick arms, his muscles were clear and smooth, he raised his hand and patted his chest, as if driving away annoying flies, the qi waves in his body disappeared, and the corners of the mouth of the sect master of the Nanliang Sword Sect outlined a hearty smile, condescendingly, looking at the heavenly immortals, and his tone was gentle: "Don't escape?"

Zhang Shenggu stood behind Zhao Dunhuang, the second time, this was the second time to see the sect master show his grandeur, the last time was when Huang Chunfeng entered the Sword Mountain, when he was still a disciple of the foreign sect, Shi Jian Xian walked out of the crowd, stood in front of the wine sword immortal, and also asked two words: "Come to fight?" After that, there was a hearty battle for the leader of the sword. On weekdays, Zhao Dunhuang is amiable, it doesn't hurt to make some jokes and tease and tease, but don't annoy him, offend his reverse scales, and don't arouse his interest in fighting with the sword, because Shi Jian Xian has the ability to make the sun and the moon change into a new sky.

"Arrogance!" The armored immortal was furious, stretched out a finger and pressed it on a button in front of him, removing the restrictions imposed on his body in order to adapt to this heaven and earth, and there were bursts of thunder under his feet, and in the blink of an eye, he had already come to the sky above the high platform, and pulled a punch behind him, hooking a full arc, and blasting out.

Zhao Dunhuang raised lightly with one hand, the simplest starting style, there was nothing wonderful at all, there was neither a perfect momentum, nor the vision of heaven and earth echoed by the clouds and clouds, only a simple fist exploded.

The two fists met again in the air, with a dull sound, the fists collided completely, without the slightest leakage, as if wrapped in an invisible fist, tearing the space in that place distorted and shattered, Zhao Dunhuang's feet sank into the ground, and the heavenly immortals flew into the air.

The tip of the needle is against the wheat, regardless of victory or defeat!

Zhao Dunhuang sneered, rose into the air without any condensation, stood on top of the immortal's head, punched from top to bottom, and swung out heartily, the heavenly immortal swept rapidly, trying to dodge this powerful fist, but Zhao Dunhuang's speed was too fast, the fist was too fierce, and the heavenly immortal was swept by the fist, and his back was firmly smashed to the ground. The immortal kicked his feet violently, and his body slid backwards to drain his strength. Zhao Dunhuang's fist was so strong that the heavenly immortals didn't even have the ability to get up, so they could only touch the ground with their backs and keep retreating.

Thousands of punches fell, and the heavenly immortals were smashed into the ground, and they couldn't die anymore.

Zhao Dunhuang gathered his fists and stood still, shook his wrists and ankles, his breath flowed and agitated, and the sword qi was like a vast ocean flowing wantonly, and it was also like a wave and angry wind covering the sky and the sun, forming a small tornado around his body.

In the blink of an eye, with only his fists, he stoned a heavenly immortal to death, and the poetry sword immortal had not yet used his best kendo!

Looking up, a ravine that the immortal had knocked open suddenly came into view, and dust flew on both sides of the ravine.

Zhao Dunhuang nodded: "Sure enough, there is a lot of traffic in the world, and the immortals in the sky are also divided into three, six, nine, etc., carefully calculated, several times the immortals went down to earth, each with its own strength and weakness, Kong Weiting died and was buried, only the light of day fell, and there were no immortals who went down to earth, no longer in this column." In the Xiongnu grassland, there were immortals who went down to save Li Yuanhao, and that immortal should be the strongest, followed by the twenty-four immortals who fought the sky with Huang Chunfeng's single sword, and the nameless immortals who blocked Murong Feng from going west. Today, this immortal has the name of an immortal, but not the reality of an immortal, but with the strength of the peak of the human god heavenly realm, it seems that what happened in Yuelu Academy has indeed attracted most of the attention of the heavens. ”

Chen Jingyan looked at the breathless immortal through the ravine: "There are three, six, nine, and so on, strong and weak, which shows that the sky is not the beautiful Elysium that people imagine, and there are also internal contradictions." By the way, Sect Master Zhao, is the Divine Heaven Realm the highest peak of the human cultivation realm?"

At the peak of the Divine Heaven Realm, Zhao Dunhuang didn't pay attention to it.

"Cultivation is a killing technique, and there is no peak in the path of cultivation, only strength and weakness, and it is just someone who deliberately confuses the public and delays the people of the world. Zhao Dunhuang opened his mouth and said, looking up at the sky that revealed a big hole, for a long time, no more light fell, and no one in the sky came out to die: "Your Majesty, the time is ripe, if you see the old man after ascending to the sky, you can help a little." ”

Chen Jingyan did not ask what the word "deceased" meant, walked to the Kowloon Bottle, pressed one hand on the wine bottle, and the clicking sound continued, like a lotus blooming Tianji Pavilion, stretching out two wings: forming the shape of a bird: "This Tianji Pavilion should be grateful for the draft left by the Bank of China, otherwise there is no way to talk about ascending to the sky." ”

Zhao Dunhuang and Zhang Shenggu jumped off the bird, and Chen Jingyan looked around: "There is no nostalgia anymore." ”

Twisting the Nine Dragons Bottle, a stream of red flames erupted from under the huge organ bird, slowly rising into the air, Emperor Nanling built the Tianji Pavilion, the world thought that he was refining the elixir, asking for immortality, in fact, he was studying the number of organs, Chen Jingyan knew that there were immortals flying in the world, but he subconsciously thought that if this world wanted to go on the right path, the Mojia machine technique was the only way.

Zhao Dunhuang glanced at Zhang Shenggu: "In your life, the first half of your life was spent in resentment and anger, and it is not easy to have a confidant in life. ”

"Sword Sect ......" Zhang Shenggu stopped talking, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Those old things have always regarded me as an outsider to the Sword Sect, and I, Zhang Shenggu, are worried about what they will do. ”

Jumping lightly on the trap bird, the white-clothed sword fairy hugged his shoulders with his arms, and his face was cold.

Emperor Nanliang smiled and said, "Thank you." ”

Zhang Shenggu turned around and slowly closed his eyes.