Chen Xixiang's last punch!

Taixu Tower!

Next, today's battle is over to the end.

Can't take it, die here.

Rumble!

At this moment, Meng Zanglong and Zhu Yi's whole body was shocking, as if there was thunder around them constantly exploding.

A punch came over, occupying all the space in front of them.

The flesh and blood of both of them were shaking, and the fists brought by them were all shaking, exploding, and wearing out the dust, sand, bluestone, and air currents in front of them.

Fierce and terrifying! Dominate the world!

The dragon let out a loud cry, and blood gushed out from his eyes.

"Heavenly Demon Disintegration!"

Under this punch, the blood and true qi in the meridians of his whole body flowed backwards, and suddenly burst out with terrifying energy to the extreme, which was the last trick in the demon gate, and it was the final explosion of sacrificing vitality as a wreck!

Woo woo ~ ~

At this moment, the blood qi of his whole body formed two blood gangs on his arms, and they slammed up!

"Holy King Mahamudra!"

On the other side, Zhu Yi gritted his teeth in his heart, and suddenly his momentum changed, and the innate Yi Gong True Qi created by him transformed into an incomparably simple and vicissitudes of True Qi.

In an instant, Zhu Yi seemed to be born as an ancient emperor with a crown, an inner saint and an outer king, with a domineering and elegant temperament!

It was his family's supreme martial arts, and he originally planned not to use it in his life, to use his own ability to create a peerless immortal skill that was better than his father, but in the face of Chen Xixiang's punch, he had no choice but to tear open this heavy seal, and could only use the more powerful Zhu family's "Saint King Qi Diagram" to resist!

A big mudra with a magnificent momentum and vicissitudes of artistic conception met Chen Xixiang's big mudra!

This moment.

The two fought with their lives!

Contact for a moment!

Chen Xixiang's fist was more than a foot bigger, and it slammed into it directly!

Rumble!!!

Within a radius of 100 zhang, all the light, colors, and smells were covered by the fluctuations generated by the strength of the three of them at this moment.

There was a loud bang like an earth-shattering bang.

Click! Click! Click!

Then the earth was filled with cracks, and they all collapsed.

The true qi of the two people's body protection was wiped out in an instant.

Bang!

Zhu Yi's big handprint was pierced and was knocked out of the distance!

Sting!

The Heavenly Demon of the Hidden Dragon disintegrated and was torn apart!

His two arms melted from his body, evaporated, and flew out like cannonballs!

Smoke and dust filled the sky.

All those who witnessed the power of this last punch were all cold, and horror and fear fell from their heads to their bones.

"Hah...... Hahaha......"

The dragon lost two arms and was smashed into a deep pit, bursting with blood mist all over his body, and the sound of miserable laughter spread throughout the sky:

"I didn't expect that my hidden dragon would be so miserable today!"

The other side.

Zhu Yi, who used the true qi of the Saint King after the unsealing to resist most of the power of Chen Xixiang's punch, although the injury was better than that of Meng Zanglong, it was also a serious injury, he coughed and spit out fragments of internal organs:

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Zhu Yi bowed his head gloomily:

"Today, I'm convinced!"

Under that last punch, even if he used the Saint King's True Qi, he was still injured to such a level.

Distance.

Tie Xiaoshi, Ouyang Ke, and Feng Yi were even more silent in their hearts.

Call~~

Chen Xixiang's clothes were hunting, his eyes were lowered, and he fell on the two people who took his fist at a great cost:

"If you're not dead, it means you're not bad."

Zhu Yi let out a bitter smile.

It turns out that in your eyes, it is the difference between being killed by your punch or not being killed?

After Chen Xixiang struck out the last punch, his eyes looked at Feng Yi and the middle-aged person, his eyes were flat, and he stood with his hands in his hands:

"Today's Luoyang on the knife, all for that knife, now that you are here, if you want to get that knife, you can also come up, you only need to defeat the poor road, you can take the knife, from now on the rivers and lakes will recognize who that knife belongs to you!"

As soon as this passage came out.

In the White Horse Temple, there was a dead silence.

No one dared to answer.

Everyone looked at each other, and the expressions they saw in their eyes were all wry smiles and panic.

"Even people like Meng Zanglong, Zhu Gongzi, and Jin Jiuwu have all fallen to the hands of real people, and who among us can get that knife?"

Since he spoke, Tie Xiaoshi, Ouyang Ke and the others all smiled helplessly:

"How can we be a real opponent, this knife ......"

Feng Yizhong took a long breath in place, and his voice was in awe:

"This knife belongs to a real person!"

Zhu Yi gasped not far away, and at this time he also spoke in a low tone:

"After today's war, Brother Chen Dao will also be like Wang Chongyang back then, and his name will be spread all over the world."

One person defeated the Three Kingdoms Tianjiao, led the way, and was invincible to the younger generation.

Tie Xiaoshi also wanted to come to Luoyang to discuss the knife and gain a reputation equivalent to that of the original Northern Beggar, and even better than his predecessor Hong Qigong.

He looked up at the sky and said:

"Back then, Huashan discussed the sword, and there were Eastern Evil, Western Poison, Southern Emperor, Northern Beggar, Zhongshentong, and five predecessors."

"After today, there will also be four people."

The four top masters of the young generation.

Road! Demon! Confucianism! Goblin!

The Taoist is in the first place, and the remaining three people are afraid that they will not be able to match their names.

Ouyang Ke, Feng Yi and others all recited the names of these people in their hearts, and they all felt that it was a very honorable thing to participate in witnessing the rise of these four young people in the world, but they were also a little sad.

Because, they are destined to become a foil for medicine.

The middle of the earth.

Call~

Chen Xixiang let out a breath and said to himself in his heart:

"Zhou Fuyin, after this war, we will be cleared."

To tell the truth, everyone, including him, came for the "God of War Catalog" in the thick-backed knife.

It's just that because he is a person in the Taoist sect and took advantage of his identity, he got it first.

But there are also corresponding responsibilities and obligations.

If you take this thick-backed knife, you have to help Zhou Zaoxing dispose of the bloody rain caused by this knife in Luoyang.

Fortunately.

Chen Xixiang did it completely.

single-handedly suppressed all these martial arts people who were attracted by the thick-backed knife, and strangled the casualties and chaos that would have been caused by the competition for the thick-backed knife in the cradle.

With the minimum price, the people of Luoyang and Luoyang City have been given a peaceful life.

If you really want to talk about the cost of the damage caused, then it is that Meng Zanglong lost a pair of arms, and this White Horse Temple was destroyed by a kind of martial arts person.

But the reason why Chen Xixiang didn't choose another place and chose this White Horse Temple was because the Taoist Buddha did not stand on each other and damaged the buildings in other places, he might not be happy in his heart, but he didn't have any psychological burden at all if he collapsed some Buddha statues and desecrated some Buddha halls.

Chen Xixiang glanced at it:

"Well, Jin Jiuwu is running fast!"

His eyes fell to the place where Jin Jiuwu was smashed out by a punch just now, and found that Jin Jiuwu had actually disappeared.

But suddenly, he felt something in his heart:

"Wait, he was rescued by Qin Mengyao......"

Chen Xixiang was concentrating on fighting Zhu Yi and Meng Zanglong just now, and his mind was flawless, so he didn't pay much attention to when Jin Jiuwu left, but at this moment, he carefully captured the bloodstained breath that Jin Jiuwu left in place, and immediately discovered Qin Mengyao's breath.

"Okay, I was going to do a final reckoning with you woman before returning to Qingcheng, you didn't show your head, I didn't look for you, but you appeared in front of me again and again, and if you didn't kill you completely, it seemed that I connived at you."

So, Chen Xixiang immediately glanced at it and said:

"Since you have no objection to the ownership of this knife, please leave Luoyang City as soon as possible, don't stay, and don't make trouble in Luoyang, otherwise, if you have heard about it, you can't help but have a good chat with you."

In a word.

Chen Xixiang directly used the power of the ghost immortal to lift himself up, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the sky.

"This!"

"Flying?!"

"The real person turned out to be a human immortal realm, no wonder ......"

Tie Xiaoshi and the others were all shocked by the scene where Chen Xixiang flew away directly.

Even Zhu Yi's face trembled:

"Where did this person's cultivation system come from......

He can't deny that Chen Xixiang's boxing skills are really domineering to the extreme, so strong that they can't be imagined, but for Chen Xixiang's cultivation, he has fought with him, and it is also clear, and he has not reached the level of human immortals.

And it can fly......

Obviously, it comes from the strange "Law Phase" ability on his body.

But several times in the world, with Zhu Yi's knowledge, he has never seen such an ability.

It's as if it doesn't belong to this world at all.

After Chen Xixiang said hello and left.

Zhu Yi glanced at Meng Zanglong, went over to help him up, and sighed:

"Brother Meng, if you don't mind, I'll send you away."

Although Mengzanglong has lost both arms and his blood essence has been consumed too much, as the descendant of a generation of demon leader Rahu, it is a powerful man in the thirteen realms.

"Thank you."

Meng Zanglong's face squeezed out a trace of bitterness.

Then, everyone here began to leave one after another, announcing the end of the sword conference.

In the end, only the old abbot who wanted to cry without tears was left, standing on the ruins within a radius of several miles, looking at the sky and clasping his hands:

"Buddha, when did you manifest your spirit? Save the Buddha, we are so pitiful, anyone can bully us. ”

………………

Chen Xixiang lifted his body and flew out of the White Horse Temple dozens of miles away, and found a cave at random to ensure that he would not be discovered by anyone.

Immediately, a green drop of blood floated in his hand.

This is what Jin Jiuwu spilled there just now.

There is a golden ninety-five atmosphere on it.

Chen Xixiang used his psychic perception in the air to capture the fluctuations of this breath.

As long as he doesn't escape too far, he can sense the general direction.

And sensing the direction of Jin Jiuwu, he naturally knew the location of Qin Mengyao who rescued him.

After three breaths.

"What ...... the North"

Chen Xixiang muttered to himself.

With this mutter, his eyes closed.

Zheng~~~

A sword light quickly roared out of the cave at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and the sword qi tore through the sky, bringing out a terrifying sonic boom, and swept away.

Go, flying sword slash fairy!