Bang!

Wu Liusanyi threw Zhao Tianfeng from the window into the Hanlong Inn, and closed all the rows of windows with a backhand.

Hanlong Inn dares to open in Mozhou, and has experienced a lot of storms, so it will naturally not be swallowed up by the storm.

Then, with his body on his back, he had climbed to the second floor.

Look out through a special skylight.

I saw countless winds and sand connecting the sky and the earth, becoming everything between heaven and earth, and between the boundless heaven and earth, only the yellow sand floated.

No

In the yellow sand of the sky, there are still dark clouds like ink rolling, and electric snakes are vertical and horizontal.

And in the midst of this devastating storm.

The two figures flowed between the heavens and the earth, as if two real dragons had forgotten to fight each other, as if they were ignoring the storm like a natural disaster.

Rumble!

Rumble!

In the collision sound that the thunderclouds and storms could not hide, the two dragon-like figures had disappeared into the sky.

"Such a martial arts ......."

Wu Liusan felt a shudder.

Even though the qi veins have been condensed for many years and he has seen many masters, he still didn't expect that people's martial arts could be so strong.

Thunder and thunder fight each other, and let them run wild in natural disasters!

This is no longer a human being, it is simply a land immortal, a living god and Buddha!

In such a battle, he would not even have the opportunity to watch the battle.

"In such a battle, I wonder if I can get a glimpse of the celestial momentum?"

In the yellow sand, the Wheel King, Mu Qingfeng, Yan Maniac, and Moon Worshippers are rampant in the sky.

"In this battle, I'm afraid that I will have to divide life and death......"

Looking at the sky, Yan Maniac muttered to himself.

This battle is by no means different from the previous three battles, fighting with him, Pang Wanyang is a shallow taste, and fighting with Mu Qingfeng is a move to divide the victory and defeat, and a break, it is simply to resist with horizontal practice.

But at this point, it's a real life-and-death battle.

"The way of heaven and man, how difficult it is to ......"

A touch of bitterness also appeared on the meticulous face of the moon worshipping real person.

It is impossible for any master who has achieved Taiyin Wuji not to have the idea of peeking into the Great Dao of Heaven and Man, and he is naturally no exception.

It's a pity that for tens of thousands of years, there have only been ten recorded celestials in the Jiufu Realm, and only eight have clearly broken through the sky.

Therefore, it is said that three thousand years will give one day.

How difficult is it?

"Celestial, ...... of the way of the sword"

Mu Qingfeng looked at the broken sword in his palm in a daze, and his handsome and incomparable face was in a trance.

At one point, he raised his hand and let the sword fall into the wind and sand.

Although he had only been fighting Pang Wanyang for a moment, in that blow, he had a faint glimpse of a further sword path.

After the sword twenty-two, there should be the sword twenty-three!

It's just that Sword Twenty-Three, can it cut open the portal of heaven and man?

They will never miss such a pinnacle battle, and only they can truly witness it.

.......

An hour!

Two hours!

The sun sets, and the red moon rises!

One day!

Two days!

Three days!

It's been seven days!

The two of them crossed the Hanhai Sea, running through Mozhou, and the battlefield stretched for tens of thousands of miles in the sky and on the ground.

The battlefield between the two is not even confined to mid-air, sometimes shuttling through thunderclouds, sometimes colliding in storms, and even falling from the sky several times, clash under the sea of sand!

When their martial arts reached the point where they had already ignored almost nine percent of the natural disasters in the world, and even more ignored all the sinister environments in the world.

Whether it is a thundercloud or a storm, whether it is in the sky or underground, it will not have much impact on them, but the storm set off by the two of them in the land of Mozhou is undoubtedly an unprecedented natural disaster for others!

In the boundless Hanhai, the caravans were fine, but they were forced to hide in the oasis and did not dare to go out.

Those who escaped the sandstorm were also extremely frightened, and they were speechless in shock.

"Oh my God!"

"How is that possible? How could such a change in the heavens be caused by people? ”

"Is that a fight between the heavens? Or the master of the soldiers? ”

All the horse bandits who saw this battle were shocked.

Not only them, but also many masters in Hanhai who had already known about the battle on February 21 and came to watch the battle did not expect that such a terrifying battle had already taken place before February 2 arrived.

Under the complex environment of wind and sand and rolling thunderclouds, even these masters couldn't see the two extremely fast figures, and they all guessed who was fighting.

Naturally, there are also people who are able to see this battle.

Wang Zhenlong stood in the wind and sand, looking up at the rolling thunderclouds, and his eyes were solemn.

With his eyesight, he naturally knew who the person who was fighting in the sky at this time.

"It's been less than two years, and the royal power has reached this point?"

Wang Zhenlong sighed in his heart.

He especially remembered that when he first met An Qisheng, he still had to grasp the opportunity to inflict a heavy blow on the Red Sun Law King, and even if it weren't for that Han Jiao, he wouldn't be able to kill the Red Sun Law King.

Although he was strong, he thought to himself that he was only afraid that he would be better at that time.

On the second royal power road opening ceremony, Shanmen fought with Pang Wanyang, who came from the borrowed body, and his strength had surpassed himself.

And more than a year has passed, and it is already difficult for me to match it.

It's only been more than three years, and he has already caught up with Pang Wanyang, the Sixth Hell Demon Venerable who has been the first in the world for decades!

What an invincible talent?

Ten thousand years later, counting the previous generations of military masters, I am afraid that no one has such an amazing speed of progress.

Rumble!

Rumble!

In the long sky, the wind and clouds exploded.

An Qisheng and Pang Wanyang pulled out a series of qi dragons that danced horizontally, constantly colliding in the sky.

Bang!

In a lightning collision, the two men went backwards and staggered.

After seven consecutive days of confrontation, even though the momentum rose again and again, and he was able to grasp the essence of heaven and earth to replenish himself, Pang Wanyang still felt a trace of fatigue, and when he saw An Qisheng, he still did not change in the slightest, and his heart was also shocked.

At the same time as bombarding the fist print, he let out a long laugh: "Happy, happy, Brother Dao's physique is rare in the world, and the loose hand is even more wonderful, dare to ask this loose hand, what is its name?" ”

Rumble!

The South Heavenly Gate reappeared, blocking the torrent of fist intent.

An Qisheng fit in, smashed the layers of Gangfeng, flicked his ten fingers in a row, turned countless changes, and the cold air flow of the forest cut through the void, and the evolution of the 'Slashing Sendai' bombarded away:

"Scattered hands have not been completed, its original name is unknown, this style is called Chop Sendai!"

An Qisheng also marveled in his heart.

Pang Wanyang's heart is solid that he has never seen in his life, and after seven days of fighting, he has already felt a trace of fatigue with his unparalleled physique.

Pang Wanyang's fighting spirit became more and more ferocious.

The name of the first person in the Demon Sect in ancient and modern times is really not raised by others, in fact, even if the ancestor of the Demon Sect is here, he is by no means inferior to him at this time!

"It's a good slashing immortal, but unfortunately, in this heaven and earth, there is no immortal for Brother Dao!"

Pang Wanyang let out a long roar, and his powerful fist attacked the 'Slashing Sendai'.

Thundered!

A collision, a circle of ripples like a tsunami, spread and spread around the two of them.

In the violent collision, Pang Wanyang's beard was stretched, and after a long roar, he struck forward again.

Many magic skills in the world are known for their weirdness, but Pang Wanyang's moves and styles are wide open and close, like the sun, between the vertical and horizontal eyes, the thunder that falls from time to time seems to be as fierce as he comes!

During the seven-day confrontation, his divine consciousness had risen extremely high, and in the dark, he seemed to have felt that looming qi.

Therefore, even if the fatigue of the body, the moaning of the muscles and bones of the body, and even the internal organs of the organs, he did not care about it!

One punch is heavier than another.

One hit is stronger than one!

At this time, the enemy in his mind was no longer An Qisheng, but the heavenly dome that had been hanging since ancient times.

It is the threshold of heaven that has only been broken by ten people in tens of thousands of years!

In the collision again and again, his mind seemed to have been sublimated, and it seemed to be insufficient.

"Fight! War! War! ”

His eyes erupted with a real flame, and his whole body seemed to be burning.

The momentum that has already climbed to the limit has skyrocketed again, and it has been sublimated again on top of the peak!

"Not good!"

"It's ......."

"Burning the body, the qi veins? He even cultivated such martial arts? ”

Above the Hanhai, the Wheel King, the Moon Worshipping Zhenren, the Yan Maniac and others were all shocked.

With their eyesight, they naturally saw what happened to Pang Wanyang.

Martial arts so far, it is impossible to climb for no reason, and the momentum can never be casually raised, the glory of this moment, it is Pang Wanyang burning himself!

This is the method of death, this is the method of sacrificing one's life!

A generation of demon venerables, sacrificing their lives to seek the Tao, burning themselves to illuminate the way forward!

What kind of mind is this, what kind of spirit is this?

And what terrifying power is about to erupt?

Bang!

The sky waves are flowing down to the four fields!

The ferocious and violent boiling fist intent was like the light of the great sun at this moment, and in an instant, it had already illuminated the gloomy sky with dark clouds rolling.

Then, the Rolling Fist is like a thousand rivers returning to the stream, completely condensed on the white and scarlet fist prints!

Towards Anderchson.

Bang!

At this moment, even if the Tai Chi True Intention had never been broken in the seven days and seven nights of battle, it was suddenly exploded!

Rumble!

Yin and yang are cross-flowing, and all qi is rolling.

An Qisheng's white robe was torn apart by thousands of wind knives in an instant, and with his horizontal physique, at this moment, he was beaten and flew away!

Roar~

Pang Wanyang stepped forward and roared, like a god like a demon, and punched again!

"Good boxing, good courage!"

In the drumming wind, An Qisheng also let out a long howl.

Bang!

The shattered Tai Chi True Intention shattered in this long roar, turning into black and white and filling the sky.

In the loud humming sound, there seems to be infinite changes derived from it.

In a trance, all the people who watched this scene had an extremely incredible thought in their hearts.

In the black and white light, they seemed to see their own martial arts!

Ferris wheel method,

Dapeng King Fist,

descending dragon palm,

Taibai Kendo,

Moon Worship Sky Strike,

Even, the Heart Sutra of the Battle Demon!

This is a series of plausible martial arts that they can recognize, and there are countless martial arts essences that they can't recognize!

It's like the black and white colors, which contain all the martial arts in heaven and earth, all the essence of martial arts!

"It's ......"

Pang Wanyang's eyes froze.

I saw that in the boiling and turbulent wind, the ragged An Qisheng raised his arms, and black and white were scattered between his arms.

Then

The black and white colors that filled the sky disappeared in unison.

Only the arm that seems to contain the essence of all kinds of martial arts,

Whipped down!

Hit Pang Wanyang, who came like a god and a demon!

Rise~

There seemed to be a dragon's groan in the sky.

Wang Zhenlong was taken aback, only to see that the Taoist man was whipped with one arm, and there seemed to be a thousand-zhang true dragon in the sky, which broke Pang Wanyang's body protection and practiced his physique.

Blowing away his long hair, which was raised like a flame, slammed into him.

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