"I can't imagine that your realm has reached such a point, you can use your own body as a medium to communicate with heaven and earth, Shao Jinsong, it's a pity that you were born on the earth, otherwise you will definitely be able to achieve the supreme avenue and become a true immortal."

Chu Yi stopped and said sincerely.

"However, you don't have a chance, today is your time of death."

With that, he punched out from afar, and the pure white qi was intertwined with red flames, and a snow-white wave rushed out on the sea level.

"Fuck, this is the power of the Grandmaster, it's awesome!"

In the distance, the thunder leopard watching the battle watched the magnificent duel on the sea and shouted.

"Shut your foul mouth and take a good look!"

Bai Xuefei glared at him, and Lei Leopard immediately stopped talking.

Pure white gas, red calamity and fire, intertwined across the sky, rushing out of a scene between heaven and earth.

"Let's fight!"

In the face of a tough opponent, the hundred-year-old grandmaster shouted violently, as if encouraging himself, and flew to meet him.

Over the years, with the seclusion in the mountains and forests to cultivate his self-cultivation, his fighting spirit is no longer strong, and he is no longer the ambition of the past, but at this moment, the powerful Chu Yi once again awakened the competitive spirit in his heart.

Click!

With a flash of the blade, the green mang attacked, as if it could cut through the mountain and split the fist strength into two.

Shao Jinsong caught up again, and dozens of green rays slashed out in the flicker of the blade, and from a distance, it looked like a green dragon enveloping Chu Yi.

"You and I can only cultivate in the middle of the world, and if we do it with all our might, we will only lose both."

Shao Jinsong held the divine weapon in his hand and said indifferently.

"Between the two? I don't think so. ”

Chu Yi punched in the air, and the incomparably condensed fist strength broke through the wind.

"Although your true qi is condensed, how can you defeat my divine soldier with a blow?"

Shao Jin let go of his hand, and with a pop, the odd-shaped blade cut off the fist and let out a cheerful buzz.

"Cloak!"

Shao Jinsong shouted, as if he had incarnated a generation of sword kings, his whole body momentum skyrocketed, and the blades in his hands shone brightly, splitting out of the air.

"Shao Jinsong has been immersed in the knife technique for decades, and has reached the realm of transformation, and with the magic weapon, the power of this knife is beyond imagination."

Li Shouyi said.

The cyan sword qi transformed into more than ten rays of light and shadow in the air, crushing the void and slashing and killing.

Thundered!

Chu Yi condensed the true yuan and blasted out with a punch, and the sword qi was scattered.

At the same time, his eyes were like torches, and he slowly pulled away his posture, and a solemn aura swept away, and the entire coast of the East China Sea was instantly immersed in desolation.

"What's going on?"

Shao Jinsong frowned, and there was a cold look in his eyes.

He looked at the man in white dozens of feet away, and his simple and heavy posture was afraid for the first time.

Thundered!

As the vast aura vibrated away, a new era seemed to have opened under the dark sky, and countless majestic and vast qi crushed in the void, as if turning a grinding disc, making a roaring sound.

In the boundless sky, there are bright stars and murderous atmosphere. Spirit birds and beasts emerge in an endless stream, mountains and rivers collapse, and the sky is cracked, as if the end of the world.

Everyone in the distance saw such a scene for the first time in their lives, and all of them were shocked and couldn't help but tremble.

"What kind of martial arts is this?!"

Rao is Shao Jinsong is well-informed, and he was also shocked at this time, especially when the sun, moon and galaxy appeared behind Chu Yi, thunder and lightning flashed above the East China Sea, the wind roared, and there seemed to be a roar like a wild beast in the white-clothed body.

"This is definitely a supreme martial arts method, not even seen in the oldest classics."

"Shao Jinsong, take your life."

Chu Yi had a myriad of weather behind him, as if he was the Heavenly Emperor who ruled the universe, and his face was majestic.

"Not good!"

Shao Jinsong has practiced for a hundred years, and has been born and died countless times, but he has never had such a great sense of crisis as at this moment, and he felt in a trance that he was not facing an ordinary martial artist, but an immortal in the sky!

"How old is he, how can he be so strong! Especially the feeling of indifference and majesty, as if he had lived for a long time. ”

However, Shao Jinsong reacted instantly, and his whole body was full of true qi. Rolling up the surrounding vitality, the strange-shaped blade shines brightly.

"Pretend to be a ghost, watch the old man behead you!"

Holding the knife in both hands, Shao Jinsong exhaled and opened his voice, and the true qi in his muscles worked wildly, turning into light and injecting into the three-foot Qingfeng, crossing the north and south with one sword, smashing a hundred meters into the sky.

At the same time, Chu Yi was still expressionless, and with a light snort, a golden light surged behind him, and he was angry.

Behind him, a five-clawed golden dragon soared out, soaring upward, roaring down the stars and swallowing the sun and moon between its teeth and claws.

Thundered!

The heavens and the earth are vast, and there seems to be a real dragon soaring in the galaxy overhead, overlooking the universe, suppressing the demons in the world and subduing the heavens.

"Take me a move - Da Ming Dragon Fist."

Chu had no joy or sorrow on his face, and finally completed the last move, a simple punch like an antelope's horns, but in an instant, it seemed to shatter the void, shake off the stars, and a stormy wave surged on the sea.

Rumble!!!

Spanning a distance of 100 zhang, the cyan sword finally collided with the Great Ming Dragon Fist.

The golden fist contained the supreme dragon might, devouring heaven and earth, biting the galaxy, and it seemed that it could easily tear apart the blade of a hundred meters.

The golden light and green mangs burst endlessly, interpreting the originally dark sky into a majestic and magnificent state.

Then, after the light shone, a wave of air formed by sound waves swept away, supporting a cyclone with a diameter of dozens of zhang on the huge sea level, and suddenly exploded, setting off a huge whirlpool like a hurricane passing through.

After a few moments, the light cleared and the dust settled.

"Who loses and who wins?"

Wu Xiaoyu looked nervously into the distance.

She was protected by her master Li Shouyi so that she was not injured by the aftermath of the explosion, but the martial artists who were close were not so lucky, many people were shocked to the point of bleeding from their ears and noses, and even a few weak cultivators passed out directly.

Click, click, click-

There was a crisp sound in the air.

Shao Jinsong stood on the surface of the sea, his face expressionless, and the strange-shaped blade in his hand shattered inch by inch, like crystal, turning into fragments and falling into the sea.

Chu Yishi only punched and smashed the Xuan-level divine soldier!

The crowd was moved.

Especially the martial arts masters such as Lin Mingchi and Li Shouyi are extremely shocking.

Being able to explode a magic weapon with one punch, what a terrifying cultivation this must be?!

It was quiet, the sea was calm again, and the stars were dotted overhead.

"What kind of punch is this?"

Shao Jinsong looked at the fallen blade with a look of regret on his face.

"Daming Dragon Fist."

Chu Yi said indifferently.

"Daming Dragon Fist, no wonder it is so magnificent and domineering, it can actually shatter my divine weapon."

Shao Jinsong was thoughtful, suddenly turned around, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and his eyes were filled with infinite tenderness.

A hundred years of time replayed in his mind, and everything in the past was vivid.

In the ten years of the Republic of China, he apprenticed to a generation of heroes Chen Xihe and emerged.

In the twentieth year of the Republic of China, he defeated the Tsarist Russian Hercules Yu Tianjin Wei and became famous in the first battle.

In another ten years, he was promoted to the Grand Master of the Xuanjing Realm and began to challenge the world's leaders.

……

The past is like smoke, passing away with the wind.

"At that time, the bright moon was there, and it was back in the clouds."

"Xiaopin, I'm here to accompany you."

Shao Jinsong sighed, a smile appeared on his cheeks after a hundred years of vicissitudes, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person made a clicking sound, which shattered in an instant, turned into dust, and fluttered in the wind.

A generation of grandmasters has fallen.

"Master—"

On a small island in the distance, Qin Furong stood in the wind, her face sad.

The Twelve Disciples bowed down to the shores of the East China Sea.

"The old man has been running all his life, lonely and helpless, he has long been careless, and he can fight with all his strength before he dies, and he can die in a vigorous battle, which can be regarded as seeking benevolence."

Wen Pohai coughed and said.

"Yes, the fall of the older generation of strong men has witnessed the rise of a new generation of strong men, alas, this is the rivers and lakes, this is the martial arts."

Wang Qiankun was full of emotion.

Although their cultivation is high, they are all happy to take revenge and live life arbitrarily, and they are people of temperament.

"It's time for me to go back to practice, that man in white must have entered the realm of the king, I have a hunch, Huaxia martial arts is probably going to change."

Yu Hengdao flicked the fast knife and said.

"Entering the realm of kings at such a young age has a bright future."

Zao Wou-Ki nodded, and the twelve disciples were silent for a moment, bowing to each other.

"If you say goodbye today, I am afraid that there will be no time to see each other again, and I hope to cherish it."

"Farewell."

"Farewell."

"Farewell."

Several figures dispersed in an instant, and the coast of the East China Sea returned to calm.