Meng Zanglong was a hundred feet away, stepped out, and hit Chen Xixiang with his fist.

Bang!

His punches kept changing direction in the middle of the way, turning around, and hitting punches in different directions!

In the blink of an eye, it is a fist shadow in the sky!

Huhuhu~~

The air flow was vibrated by this fist belt, impacting the layers of void, spreading ripples visible to the naked eye, rapidly expanding in all directions.

Trample!

A distance of 100 zhang, shrinking the ground, a few breaths appeared in front of Chen Xixiang.

But at the same time, I also saw Chen Xixiang's fist prints pinched out, like a big sun, rising from his body, no change, but shrouded everything!

Taijitu!

With one punch, all the changes and directions of Mengzanglong's punches were blocked.

Bang!

The shadows and qi of those fists that were beaten out by the hidden dragon were all wiped out by a more majestic and invincible aura under Chen Xixiang's simple straight fist of raising his arms.

Bang bang!

Before the fists of the two people touched, the fist wind and energy in the air thousands of times continued to be muffled, collided, and destroyed!

Meng Zanglong felt Chen Xixiang's fist pressing down, bringing up a rolling air current, sprinkling an avalanche-like sense of annihilation!

The world in front of him was shrouded by Chen Xixiang's punch.

Fist!

Fist!

Fist!

Chen Xixiang has never been good at using any other weapon since he has practiced, so the most powerful weapon in his body is his fist, which is his fist, once he makes a move, he will make the Mengzang Dragon frightened by the strength of the enemy!

Incomparably terrifyingly powerful!

"This person's cultivation is ...... Far better than me! ”

The thought just jumped in his mind.

Two people's fists collide!

Bang!

For the first time, the two most powerful people in Luoyang City faced each other head-on.

After the fists made contact, the boundless wind whistled out from their sides like a tornado, and the sand and rocks flew like lightning in front of the Great Bear Treasure Hall.

The blue brick floors were shaken into powder by the force generated by the collision of their first punches, stirring up dust in the sky, and then quickly blown away by the strong wind that still spread from the sides of the two of them!

The earth shook, and cracks appeared!

Mengzang Dragon's blood was like a surge, and he burst into a shout:

"It's a pleasure!"

In a word.

After the first collision between the two in the center of the battle, the fist shadow was almost unclear, and in the blink of an eye, there were countless fists colliding one after another!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The earth in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall shook wildly, and in just a few breaths, it was as if it had been trampled by a group of wild elephants, and it seemed that the primeval thunder god had struck dozens of drums here, and the sound exploded in all directions.

"Terror !!"

The abbot of the White Horse Temple, who was hiding in the shadows, immediately felt that the Buddha hall dozens of zhang away was shaking, the roof tiles were falling, the dust was all over the sky, and the gravel on the ground was shaking.

"Are these two people immortals and demons?"

Obviously, neither of the two people in the battle can be described by the innate realm, and any martial artist far beyond the innate realm has become a realm like immortals and demons in the martial arts.

How could the battle between ordinary grandmaster realms be so terrifying!

Thundered~~~

Ouyang Ke, Tie Xiaoshi, Feng Yizhong and other innate masters who fought on the first courtyard wall of the White Horse Temple also felt the terrifying vibration from the inner courtyard of the White Horse Temple at this time.

"It's the Mongolian Demon Sect just now, and he has already fought with Chen Zhenren......

The wind is oscillating in the center.

An earth-shattering roar came from there, as if the two people fighting there were not people at all, but gods!

It is far beyond all the innate masters here of them, the real realm of gods!

Bang!

It was as if a Buddha hall was directly in the center of the temple by the impact of those two professors, and the sound of the collapse of the shock!

Ouyang Ke's face was shocked:

"Everyone is just in the innate realm, how could they make such an earth-shattering move!"

Although Ouyang Ke, who was snorted coldly by the Mengzang Dragon just now, already knew the terrifying nature of this Mongolian Demon Sect in his heart, he definitely did not feel the terrifying fluctuations in the distance now, and the impact on his heart was greater.

He is the heir of the Western Poison of Huashan Sword Discussion last time, and he also has rich knowledge far beyond ordinary martial arts people, but even his uncle Ouyang Feng, who is in the realm of a great grandmaster, may not be able to cause such a terrifying move.

Feng Yizhong has already had a clear understanding in his heart.

"Today is just a fight between four people led by Chen Zhenren, we, the innate masters, don't even have the qualifications to join this sword debate, just like the Huashan Sword Debate back then, there were hundreds of people who participated, but in the end, the names were left behind, that is, those five people."

The same is true of this Luoyang Sword Conference.

Look at the fluctuations of those two people now.

Chen Zhenren, who proposed this conference, is probably only stronger than Wang Chongyang back then.

And among the masters of all walks of life in the world who appeared in Luoyang City, the only ones who could be his opponents were Zhu Yi of the Great Song Dynasty, including Meng Zanglong, and Jin Jiuwu of Demon Jin!

Right now.

"I didn't expect Brother Meng to fight with the real person so quickly, it seems that Zhu Yilai is a step late."

There was a clear groan in the air, like a dragon's groan, shaking the void and causing a billowing air to roll over everyone's heads.

"Who is it?!"

"Another powerful master?"

Tie Xiaoshi looked up impressively.

"The man is ......"

Then everyone saw that in the sky above the White Horse Temple, a handsome young man with a slender figure and an elegant temperament, a little above the various halls, was hundreds of zhang away, and rushed to the place where the Daxiong Treasure Hall was fighting.

"Zhu Yi!"

"The young son of the old saint!"

"One of the three masters other than Chen Zhenren, the descendant of the Confucian Sage!"

The person who came was Zhu Yi.

At this time, Tie Xiaoshi watched Zhu Yi ignore everyone here and directly crossed over their heads:

"If you want to go over directly, you have to pass my level, Yi Gongzi be careful to take it!"

Tie Xiaoshi let out a long laugh and leaped forward, his body like a yellow dragon rising from the earth.

With both hands together, one palm slapped towards Zhu Yi, who went straight to the Daxiong Treasure Palace!

"Well, Gu Wu descended the dragon, and the eighteen palms of the dragon descended, and he was really fierce and domineering!"

The moment Zhu Yi came to Tie Xiaoshi's palm, he immediately sensed it, not to mention that there was a reminder, and when he turned his head to look, he saw a dragon-shaped energy, which converged into a huge palm print, and his five fingers were like mountains undulating, pressing towards him.

Whew!!

The airflow within a range of dozens of zhang roared angrily, as if the dragon's chant spread, highlighting the supreme and yang power of the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon", which is peerless!

But under this palm.

Airplanes~~

There was a buzzing sound of a sword on Zhu Yi's body.

It turned out that under this palm, Zhu Yi held a simple-shaped sword in one hand, and gently waved it towards this palm with a light smile!

Sneer~~

Under the sword, boundless sword qi instantly burst out from the sword.

Tie Xiaoshi's move to descend the dragon and the eighteen palms brought the world's most yang and rigid palm power turned out to be like the warm sun melting snow at this moment, which was wiped out.

"This sword is ......"

Tie Xiaoshi watched as this sword easily swept away his eighteen dragon descending palms, and the sword qi tore through the long air current, and the cold light shone brightly, continuing to engulf itself.

In this sword, he actually saw all the moves and artistic conceptions that belonged to his beggar gang's peerless "Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending".

All of them are related to dragons, from "Kang Long has regrets" to "See the dragon in the field", "The hidden dragon is in the abyss", "The flying dragon is in the sky", "Don't use the hidden dragon", "The dragons have no head" and so on, all the artistic conceptions of the moves, and finally converge into an artistic conception, which dominates them:

Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement!

Under a sword.

Burst~~~

Tie Xiaoshi hurriedly waved his palm in front of him, but he was slashed out by this sword, smashed a wall, and fell out of the White Horse Temple.

He got up from a pile of dust and mist, and his heart was shocked:

"This person really created this kind of martial arts!"

The eighteen palms of his beggars' gang were known as the first to the yang palm of the martial arts, but they were completely subdued by Zhu Yi's sword.

As rumored, Zhu Yi abandoned the martial arts he had passed on, and instead chose to create his own martial arts.

The sword just now was an innate dry sword.

It is the hexagram of the dry sky realized from the King of Ten Thousand Classics "I Ching", like saying: Tianxingjian, the gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement.

No matter how masculine the eighteen palms of the dragon descend are, how can they be able to defeat the most masculine and rigid I Ching hexagram between heaven and earth and the universe!

Seeing the young gang leader Tie Xiaoshi being slashed out with a sword, the hearts of many martial arts people in the White Horse Temple were thundering.

"It's so strong!"

"This is Zhu Yi, the descendant of the Confucian saint who can be compared with Chen Zhenren and Mengzanglong."

With a sword, after cutting through Tie Xiaoshi, the young leader of the beggar gang, he immediately gave everyone else a disadvantage.

Stampede~~

Zhu Yi took a few steps, directly from the eaves, and walked towards the front of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, and witnessed the two people who fought together again.

The bluestone square in front of the Daxiong Hall of the White Horse Temple has long been without a complete blue brick, and it has become a devastation and a scorched earth.

Bang!

Another punch.

After Chen Xixiang punched out, he collided with Mengzanglong.

Crash~~

He was robed to hunt, and his body was like a lonely peak in a high mountain, standing still in place.

Rumble!

Meng Zanglong staggered under his feet, retreating wildly, his body was like a cannonball that had been smashed out, and every step back was stepping out of a deep pit in place.

Under this punch, the air flow in the air spread out like a surge, and it also blew on Zhu Yi, who landed here from the eaves, causing his clothes to make a loud noise and fly backwards.

"Although Zhu Yi has never fought with Brother Meng, he also knows that he is brave and strong, invincible to the younger generation, but his strength in front of Brother Chen Dao is overwhelming."

Zhu Yi's voice was fluctuating, even in the center of the battle where the exhalation and air flow were rolling, it was clearly audible.

He looked at the hidden dragon who was retreating backwards, and his face was indifferent:

"Brother Meng has already fought with real people, so next, it is Zhu Yi's turn to witness the invincible boxing skills of real people."

He held the ancient sword in his hand, and he was ready to take over the throne of Meng Zanglong.

Meng Zanglong was a hundred feet away, and his last footsteps stepped out of the largest pit, causing the earth on the earth to soar into the sky like a volcanic eruption, and his voice was cold and murderous:

"I haven't decided the winner with him yet, it's your turn to intervene halfway!"

When Zhu Yi heard this, he immediately smiled:

"Then it seems that Zhu Yi has to learn Brother Meng's Heavenly Demon Dafa in advance, and then fight with real people."

At this time.

Standing in the center like a high mountain, Chen Xixiang naturally danced with his hands drooping and his robe blown by the air current.

His eyes fell on the two people in front of him, and he said lightly:

"Don't bother, let's go together."