The giant palm pressed down, and the wind under the palm was whistling like thunder.

Its big cover the sky, its momentum is like the sky!

It makes people wonder if there is really a piece of sky falling.

The endless, inclusive artistic conception fills almost every inch of space, reflecting the hearts and souls of all people.

Vast and majestic.

Covering everything, all-inclusive.

It is completely different from the domineering of Hong Xuanji's Heavenly Wheel of Life and Death.

Naba is peerless, gods and men, life and death, and reincarnation are all in the palm of your hand, and the artistic conception of controlling everything is instantly bombarded with the giant palm that embraces everything.

"Little beast, even if you dare to respect the sky?"

"Wait for me to shatter your false sky! Take your life! ”

The power of human immortals is completely unimaginable to mortals!

Hong Xuanji's whole body of flesh and blood was like a collection of hundreds of millions and countless individual particles.

Every particle contains a fierce and domineering power, enough to destroy the mountains and seas.

These terrifying particles converge around the mysterious and unpredictable acupunctures, connecting into an interconnected and influential whole.

The divine domination visualized by the spirit of the fist in the cave acupuncture exerts incredible power.

There are hundreds of such acupuncture points in Hong Xuan's body.

This is the acupoint god that he has collected for many years and cultivated the world's refining methods.

One know-how, all know-how.

In such a realm, the physical body has been born by itself, and can fly to the sky and the earth, live forever, and break through the void.

As soon as the wheel of life and death turned, Hong Xuanji's body was covered in countless particles under the control of the acupuncture gods, gushing out endless fierce and domineering true qi.

From the fists erupted.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds changed color.

The Void Collapses.

Shocked everyone.

As he said, even in the sky, he can make a hole.

The huge humanoid palm that covered the sky was instantly broken by this punch, and a huge hole appeared.

Countless winds poured into the river and went upstream.

"Don't say you haven't survived seven thunderstorms, even if you do?"

"I have already cultivated the supernatural power of the flesh, and I am only half a step away, and my fist intent can be turned into substance, interfering with matter, and time and space can be broken with one punch."

"How are you fighting me?"

Hong Xuanji's cold and hard voice pierced through the gale gun.

People also stepped on the wheel of life and death, and instantly rushed into the vast sea of thunder.

"Flesh powers?"

"You also know what supernatural powers are?"

"Compare my body with me, I will let you know what the real physical supernatural power is!"

Hong Bi's clear voice came from the thunder pool.

The few who were still able to watch the battle reluctantly found that the spiritual thought of the god, which had penetrated the heavens and the earth, had suddenly collapsed

It was Hong Pi who took back the thought god on his own.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, he raised his fists and slammed into Hong Xuanji head-on!

"Boom, boom!"

"Crack! Crackling! ”

A series of loud noises like dense showers rang out in an instant.

It was the collision of Hong Pi and Hong Xuanji.

In an instant, millions of fists collided.

With the exception of a handful of people, no one could see the reality of their battle.

I could only see two figures disappearing and flickering in the thunder sea.

Few people could see the two throwing punches.

But the punch hit the void, densely erupting spherical shock ripples, and the unsplashed Razer Plasma, all of which made people feel the terrifying punch power.

Even if it was just the aftermath, it swept away the clouds in the sky.

Within a thousand miles, the night sky was clear, without a trace of clouds and smoke.

The stars are shining, but they are not as dazzling as the thunder, and the punches are dazzling.

Occasionally, when the earth is rubbed, there is a burst of landslides and cracks, and dust flies, leaving huge pits and ravines.

From time to time, there are gods and visions in the sky.

It was the manifestation of the fist intent of the two of them, as if it were substance.

"He, he...... There is such a powerful physical body and martial arts ......"

"Human Immortals...... He's a human immortal! ”

The crowd was horrified.

can fight with a human immortal in close quarters, and fight to such a point, in addition to being a human immortal, where is there any other possibility?

"Little beast, I didn't expect you to cultivate to such a realm."

"Although I don't know what kind of crooked path you have taken to have such a four-star celestial cow, you think that with this little strength, you can win me, it is wishful thinking."

"Today, I will teach you that the way of cultivation must be taken step by step, and the most important thing is to avoid taking crooked and evil ways to advance quickly, so that the foundation is vain, and sooner or later you will suffer from it."

"People are immortals, they are immortals, they are not humans, where is it so simple?"

"Look at the punch!"

The two of them had collided with millions of punches and legs, and Hong Xuanji suddenly withdrew his fists and legs, flashing back.

Feet in the void, waist and hips sinking.

The whole suddenly erupted with a kind of lofty and boundless momentum.

"Life and death rotate, the heavens surrender!"

"Thirty-three days!"

"Boom!"

Hong Xuanji's fist intent exploded, and the person was still the same person, but in the eyes of people, his whole person was like a giant god with a height of thousands of feet, with his head high in the sky and his feet on the earth.

Like the emperor of the gods, he sits on the throne for thirty-three days, looking down on the world, the gods bow their heads, and all living beings are like ants.

One hand is clenched, like a fist but not a fist.

Lifted high and falling heavily.

The whole world shook and trembled.

The infinite air was squeezed and forced by this punch, and within a radius of one hundred and ten miles, it instantly exploded into a vacuum.

Not only is it terrifying, but even if it is not known how far away, many people still feel as if a piece of the sky has collapsed and oppressed.

From the top of his head to his chest, a terrifying pressure hit him in an instant.

I almost want to spit out a mouthful of turbid blood.

Hong Pi bore the brunt of the blow and was hammered down by this punch.

The terrifying force made his whole body click.

Hong Pi's face did not change, his arms were raised high, and his fists rose into the air like a double dragon.

"Boom!"

The moment the two collided, Hong Bi's hair and clothes were turned into dust inch by inch and dissipated into nothingness.

"Ahh

Everyone was shocked to find that Hong Pi started with his fists, and he also collapsed inch by inch like hair and clothes.

Still not good after all?

It's a pity, an eighteen-year-old immortal......

It is so shocking that there is no one before, and there may be no one in the future.

And so it was defeated......

I have to say that there are still many people who hope for Hong Pi's victory, even if they don't have much hope in their hearts.

Because Hong Xuanji was too strong, he overwhelmed them in the past.

Now that they have become immortals, where is there a place for them to stand on top of the Qiantang?

And Emperor Qiandi and Hong Xuanji have always been committed to weakening the family and recovering the imperial power.

It is not good to have a good relationship with the big cadres, most of the powerful people.

In contrast, Hong Pi never cared about mundane affairs, and only devoted himself to teaching knowledge.

His knowledge and truth are also admirable.

Finally, why did a person who had the hope of confronting Hong Xuanji lose so quickly?

"Master!"

A group of Confucian students exclaimed in disbelief.

There are even people who are desperate and want to rush out.

was pulled by a few people who were still calm.

"Huh?"

Everyone thought that Hong Pi had been defeated.

But Hong Xuanji's domineering thirty-three days of punching intent, seeing Hong Pi collapse inch by inch.

But there was no joy, but his brows furrowed slightly.

"What's that?"

Everyone suddenly saw patches of red dust floating in the sky at some point.

It fills the air, gradually converging and rotating.

The dust and mist turned into red "gravel".

When the "sand and gravel" converge again, it becomes a "water droplet".

No, it's a drop of blood!

Hong Xuanji's pupils shrank slightly, and he blurted out: "Flesh and blood are derived, and the dust is immortal......"

"Flesh and blood are derived, and the dust is immortal!"

The same words came from the mouths of Emperor Qian and Mr. Sun.

Their faces were full of horror.

"Impossible!"

Even if the hill collapsed in front of him, Hong Xuanji's cold and hard complexion would not change a little, and he actually revealed a terrifying color.

In the space of this short sentence.

The blood droplets in the sky have gathered into a stream.

It was like a river of blood rushing in the air, and the sound was like thunder.

Between the rushing rivers of blood, there were countless waves of blood.

Set off huge waves.

The wave wriggled and turned into a human form.

In these figures, at an extremely open speed, meridians and tendons grow out one after another, constantly twisting and spreading.

It only took a few breaths to turn into a bloody body.

It's all Hongpi!

This scene, like a legendary demon and a monster, is simply numbing and incredible.

It's just that ordinary people don't know, such as Emperor Qian, Hong Xuanji, Mr. Sun, and others, but they are very clear.

The magic and power of the human immortal realm are far beyond what people can imagine.

The fist intent, the spiritual essence, and the condensation of the acupuncture points are all just the first to ascend to the hall.

The truly profound realm is derived from flesh and blood!

Even if the body is beaten into powder and smoke, as long as there is a speck of dust, it can drip blood and be reborn, incarnated into hundreds of millions, almost immortal and indestructible.

This is the realm of flesh and blood, the immortal realm of fine dust.

On the next level, it can be ever-changing, gathering and scattering at will, which is more mythical than a myth.

It is the pinnacle of human immortals, and the martial arts body is at the realm!

"Hong Xuanji ......"

Thousands of floods opened their mouths together, and their voices converged together, like thunder roaring, and the words of the gods echoed endlessly between heaven and earth.

"With your temperament, in the past ten years, you have been able to hold back and do nothing, isn't it just using me as a pressure to sharpen yourself?"

"I have to say, in addition to character and morality, you are really perfect, and your martial arts talent is also earth-shattering."

"But if you use me as a whetstone, how do you know that I will also use you to forge my body, open the acupoints on my body, take the last step, and the gods in the knots will return to their places, and they will be holy inside and outside!"

Hong Xuanji's eyes flickered for a while, and he suddenly regained his previous composure and composure, as well as the confidence to step on everything.

He's not egotistical.

It is to know that at this time, it is more necessary to have faith, to have the confidence to overcome everything.

Otherwise, as long as there is the slightest wavering, he will not have the slightest chance.

"Hmph, flesh and blood are reborn, and they are not truly immortal."

"Want to be reborn with blood? I'll beat you so that you don't have a drop of blood!" ”

Hong Xuanji snorted coldly, and his momentum increased instead of decreasing.

The seven gods behind them became clearer and clearer, almost like stepping out of the void to reality, condensed like substance.

The robes and armor, the face and body are all clear.

All of them are sacred and majestic, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

Lifting the wheel of life and death, there is the disillusionment of the cycle of life and death of all living beings and all things.

His aura also rose as if there was no end.

"Down in all directions, through the ages!"

"Heaven and earth are vast, and the universe is desolate!"

Hong Xuanji hugged his hands, like hugging a round.

An endless, dark and mysterious artistic conception was born in his embrace, and instantly diffused.

Everyone suddenly felt as if they were in a void, and the darkness was boundless,

You can't feel the ups and downs, you can't feel the passage of time.

A thought in an instant, a thousand years in an instant.

The extreme emptiness and contradiction make people go crazy in an instant.

"Yu! House! House! ”

"Zeus! Eon! Eon! ”

Hong Xuanji pushed out with both hands, and his fist intent turned into heaven and earth.

Yin and yang are reversed in it, and time is disturbed.

The great river of flesh and blood gathered by the flood collapsed in half in an instant.

"Hong Xuanji!"

"How dare you!"

Hong Bi shouted angrily.

He is not angry because of the destruction of flesh.

It's because of the moves used by Hong Xuanji.

That is the mystery of the two scriptures of the Taishang Dao universe left by Meng Bingyun!

At the beginning, he asked Princess Luoyun to stand for Hong Yi, and he also took the opportunity to go to Hong Xuanji's study to pick up something.

That thing is a painting left by Meng Bingyun, and what is hidden in the painting is the Second Sutra of the Universe.

He had long had no expectations for Hong Xuanji's lower limit, but he didn't expect that this person would be so shameless.

There is even a face to cultivate the Second Sutra of the Universe!

"Flesh supernatural powers!"

"Flesh supernatural powers!"

Thousands of Hongbi suddenly roared in unison.

There are millions of physical bodies, but there is only one true nature.

In his only true nature, there was a sudden loud bang, coming from the origin of the soul.

It seems that something has been kicked over and mashed.

Millions of floods, and the whole body once again bloomed with immortal light.

A pair of eyes, bursting with golden light, shot at the bullfight.

"Exorcism!"

A Hong Pi punched out, and Hong Xuanji's cosmic fist intent suddenly faltered.

The manifestation of the universe shows signs of collapse.

"Exorcism!" "Exorcism!" "Exorcism!"

Thousands of Hong Pi punched out one punch at a time, the same punch strength, the same punch intent, the same action.

The universe in Hong Xuanji's fist, under the thousands of punches in this moment, finally shattered!

"Shift!" "Shift!"

"Recruit!" "Recruit!"

Thousands of Hongbi punched thousands of punches again.

Heaven and earth are changing, and the world is upside down.

Before Hong Xuanji could react, the person had been sucked and distorted by an irresistible force.

In an instant, it was surrounded by thousands of floods.

Countless fists drowned him with endless, ever-changing fist intent.

"Vigorously!"

"Danshan!"

"Demon Slayer!"

"Zhenshan"

"Shake the ground!"

"Descend the Dragon!"

"Fuhu!"

"Move the stars!"

"Change buckets!"

Hong Xuanji is like a wrecked boat, falling into the boundless ocean.

This is the ocean of fist intent, the sea of supernatural powers!

was lifted up by huge waves, photographed, and turned over and over.

In an instant, his nose and face were bruised and swollen, and he was like a piece of rotten meat.

Everyone was stunned and at a loss for what to do.

It's not just because a human immortal was beaten so violently that he had no power to fight back.

It's like a street fight.

But it was only one-sided bullying.

Or because of those thousands of Hong Pi punches and shouts.

None of the boxing techniques and supernatural powers they used had ever seen or heard of them.

But every fist intent, every kind of supernatural power, made any of them unable to raise the slightest courage and confidence to resist.

Its ferocity and fury make everyone tremble.

Is this still the master who is courteous and sincere?

"It's Journey to the West!"

The Confucian students had already hid in the Yujing City at this time, relying on the protection of the Yujing City itself to resist the aftermath of the battle between the two.

Watch from afar on the city walls.

There are many more people, and the rest of the Confucian students have gathered from all sides.

Among them, Shangshan suddenly said in surprise.

"Master has practiced!"

"What?"

Although the rest of the Confucian students present were also the elite of Confucianism, they did not know as well as the good people who followed Hong Pi all the year round.

"The master told me that the journey to the west is all-encompassing, and even he is deducing it all the time."

"There is a supreme treasure technique, the master has been deducing it for a long time, and it is cultivated in his thoughts, just when the opportunity comes, he will be able to break through the earth!"

"This is it, as you can see!"

"This is the Heavenly Gang Earth, the Technique of One Hundred and Eight Changes! Each one is a supreme body and soul! ”

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

As he spoke, the battle in the sky, or the one-sided violent fighting, did not stop at all.

Under the offensive of thousands of floods and storms, Hong Xuanji has long ceased to be human.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have died too much longer to die.

But he is a human immortal after all.

Although it has not reached the realm of flesh and blood, it already has a bit of artistic conception, and the physical body is strong.

Not so easy to kill.

Even if Hong Pi is invincible to him now, if you want to kill him completely, it will take a lot of effort.

What's more, even if Hong Pi was angry, he didn't have the heart to kill him.

What he wanted was never to kill Hong Xuanji.

Instead, he wants to bow his head and admit his mistakes!

It's better to kill than to punish the heart!

"Hong Xuanji!"

"Boom!"

"Do you admit your mistake!"

"Boom!"

Thousands of Hong Pi opened their mouths in unison, and every time they said a word, it was thousands of fists, and thousands of fists fell on Hong Xuanji's body.

It makes everyone tremble from the bottom of their hearts......