Bang!

The thunder is rolling in the sky, and the electric snake is unleashed.

Blood flowers bloomed in the muddy water, and the hot blood evaporated the rain curtain, and bursts of water vapor spread.

"Huh?!"

The Absolute Dust Daoist suddenly stopped, and his complexion changed.

In his perception, a powerful aura rose from the side of the mountain forest thousands of kilometers away.

This breath is like a mountain like a sea, like a starry sky like the sky, majestic and vast, majestic to the point of incredible.

He had never seen such a strong aura in his life.

Although the breath was fleeting, he didn't think it was an illusion.

In an instant, the vigilance in his heart had climbed to the top.

Who's this?

But before he could think about it, he had already seen Tong Zhengyang falling into the muddy water like rags in the night through the layers of rain.

？！

The hearts of the Absolute Dust Dao people were shocked.

He has his hands and eyes to the sky, and his disciples are all over all walks of life, and if he has information about Tong Zhengyang, he naturally has already obtained it as soon as possible.

He was well aware of the strength of this mysterious person who suddenly appeared in Xuanxing.

Tearing tanks by hand, slashing fighter jets with swords, falling into the sea for months without dying, one person destroying the entire bamboo dragon will leave calmly, even if it is such a dangerous ambush tonight, if he does not suddenly break his arm, he can even retreat with his whole body!

When he came this time, he would have died nine times, even if the man was seriously injured with a broken arm, he was not sure of victory.

But such a character was killed in an instant at this time!

Yes, killed.

No one can be physically like this and still be alive, even if this person is better than seeing God.

"Is it him?!"

The eyes of the Absolute Dust Dao people froze, and their eyes looked at An Qisheng who was slowly getting up through the heavy rain curtain.

He was very impressed by this teenager.

When they met for the first time, Mu Longcheng couldn't help but make a tentative move, and the second time they met, he realized the Tao in Wudang Mountain, and his kung fu was in the marrow, and he had already seen the potential of the Dan realm.

This goodbye, he seems to be only a line better than before.

But the mysterious man died at his hands.......

How did he do it?

Call!

Suck!

In the rain, An Qisheng slowly got up and took a deep breath of Xuanxing.

Fall into a dream, flick your nails.

Even for him, it was an extremely long time.

With a deep breath, he cut away the faint sense of alienation, and what filled his heart was a depression.

The oppression of heaven and earth.

The oppression was so intense that he could feel that his divine consciousness was tightly bound in his body, unable to touch the outside world.

In an environment where there was absolutely no trace of heaven and earth aura, his divine will caused a huge oppression to his body.

The mind and body are like the two ends of the scale, and when one ends, it will affect the other.

The mind, spirit, or soul does not exist in a vacuum, just as people need to eat, and the soul needs to be supported.

It's just that the soul of an ordinary person is enough to rely on the physical body, but his spirit is too strong and his body is not enough to support it.

Call~

The air flow roared in the rain curtain, and the people of the Absolute Dust Dao came to the front of the mountain forest.

He first glanced at Tong Zhengyang, whose flesh and bones were miserable in the mud, and then his eyes fell on An Qisheng, with inquiry, thinking:

"An Xiaoyou, meet again."

"Dao Chief, I haven't seen you for a long time."

An Qisheng arched his hand slightly.

For the Peerless Daoist, it was only a few months, but for him, it was already a Jiazi.

"You killed this person?"

The corner of the Peerless Daoist's eyes twitched, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would have been hard for him to believe that An Qisheng had done all this.

But there was no one around, and there was only him and An Qisheng in the night, and there was no third person.

Let him have to believe.

"I killed it."

An Qisheng glanced at Tong Zhengyang and nodded slightly.

This Atmospheric Transporter, who originally had the qualification to be promoted to Heaven and Man, had long since lost his breath completely.

With a single blow from the sword of royal power, it was completely smashed.

The eyes of the Peerless Dao people rippled, and they looked at An Qisheng carefully.

An Qisheng stood calmly and let the people of the Absolute Dust Dao look at him.

His physique only has strength, but his divine sense is far higher than that of the Peerless Dao person, so he is naturally not afraid of what he can see.

What's more, with his divine will and the sword of royal power, even if he is weak at this time, he has no qi veins and true qi, and Xuan Xing has not been able to threaten his existence.

Even if it's a nuclear bomb.

He is invincible in this realm, fearless of anyone, no power, not even a nation.

"Amazing ......."

The Peerless Daoist retracted his eyes and had to sigh.

He couldn't see anything, but in telepathy, he could feel a trace of strangeness, and the young man in front of him seemed to have undergone some great changes.

But I don't know how it changed, maybe it was related to the target that the mysterious man was frantically pursuing.......

"This person was seriously injured and had a broken arm, and the internal injuries were even more serious, which was the end of the strong crossbow, but it just happened to happen."

An Qisheng glanced at Tong Zhengyang in the pool of blood.

Tong Zhengyang thought that he could steal the royal sword, and he could also avoid the pursuit of the royal power and the Huangjue Temple, but he didn't know that in this process, the water released by the Wang Quan Dao people of that generation was enough to fill the lakes in the world.

After 3,300 years, he couldn't imagine how strong the kingship of thirty-three generations of kings was.

Once, there were only eight military masters for thousands of years.

In the past 3,000 years, there have been as many as 200 kings and Taoists, and the depth of the background is beyond the imagination of others.

"Even so, it's remarkable."

The Peerless Daoist took a deep look at An Qisheng.

He naturally knew that An Qisheng had something to say, but he didn't mean to get to the bottom of it, who didn't have a secret?

Without waiting for An Qisheng to speak, he shook his head, turned around and walked into the rain:

"Let's go, let's go, it's over, so I will leave this morning, so as not to cause trouble........"

Come crisply, go neatly.

A few undulations disappeared from the rain.

An Qisheng glanced at the figure that flashed in the distance, and also turned to leave.

He doesn't reject people in the government, but he doesn't want to stay here and answer alone.

Soon after, the green dragon stepped in.

In the distance, I saw a puddle of mud on the ground.

His eyes lit up, and his heart turned over with a monstrous wave.

This mysterious man died like this?

They fought so much that he was only seriously wounded, and he was killed silently at this moment?

His mood fluctuated, and he couldn't describe how he felt at this time.

He had already brought a miniature nuclear bomb and wanted to die with it, but he didn't want to, but it was over.

His figure rose and fell a few times, and when he came closer, he swept the cracked earth around him, and carefully looked at the corpses that looked like mud, and couldn't help muttering to himself:

"Really dead? Is it the chief of the Dustless Dao, or is it the ......."

He pursed his lips, and the expression on his face was a little cold.

If it's a Peerless Daoist, then it's okay to say.

If it's someone else.......

........

The sun never sets on the Imperial Kyoto Lenjo, the Dragon City Building Observation Deck.

Mu Longcheng sat with his eyes closed, and the clouds and mist surrounded his side, like an immortal sitting in the clouds.

At a certain moment, I looked up as if I felt something, and opened my eyes:

"I can feel the crisis ........"

At this moment, he felt the crisis coming from a very distant place.

It wasn't that he really felt it physically, but that his spirit sensed the fluctuations in the darkness and reflected on himself.

This is a further perception than the autumn wind before the cicada is moved.

"What could it be?"

Looking at the rising sun, ripples rippled in the depths of Mu Longcheng's eyes.

Are the 'aliens' really so strong?

Or is there something else changing?

His mind moved, and after a while, the elevator had already risen, and the white beauty called respectfully: "BOSS, what do you command?" ”

"Potter has any news coming back?"

Mu Longcheng asked lightly.

The white beauty was slightly stunned, and then replied: "The leader of Potter has sent back the news that he has been seriously injured by others, and he has reported it before......."

Mu Longcheng slowly closed his eyes and said lightly:

"Contact Potter and ask him to send someone to the Xuanguo border......."

"Yes."

The white beauty respectfully responded, turned and walked into the elevator.

........

Whew~

In a small courtyard somewhere in the country, Su Jie was practicing boxing, and the sound of breaking the air was endless.

Before the night had fallen, he had already risen.

Ever since he learned martial arts, he has been addicted to it, spending all his free time every day, and sleeping very little.

Practicing in the early hours of the morning was just a basic operation for him.

"Your fist has no divine ......."

The words came from the big words, and Potter slowly walked into the courtyard.

His injuries were still extremely serious, but between walking, it was as usual, but Su Jie could smell the bloody breath coming from his mouth and nose, which was a sign that his internal organs had been ruptured and had not healed, and he couldn't control the qi and blood.

"No god in the fist?"

Su Jie's heart moved, but he didn't stop, but slowly finished this punch before he slowly stopped:

"Coach, you're not well, go and rest."

"Your boxing skills are relaxed, your skills are complete, and you already have a level, but there is no god in your boxing, and it is difficult to reach the hall of elegance in the end."

Potter spoke eloquently:

"There is no god in the fist, there is no eye in the painting, there is no heart in the ink, there is no bone in the pen, and it is useless in the middle, for the real connoisseur, it is just a joke......."

Potter speaks in a round, undulating tone, and is very infectious.

Let Su Jie listen to it and secretly admire, not to mention martial arts, just to say this big mystery, Potter has surpassed ninety percent of the great mysteries.

"What is God, Coach?"

Su Jie asked.

"The God of the Fist....... Hey? ”

Potter was about to speak, his heart seemed to move, and he instantly looked up to the north, and his face couldn't help but move.

"Coach?"

Su Jie followed his gaze and saw nothing, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"He, he's dead......"

Potter's body shook slightly, and the bloody qi on his body suddenly became much larger, but his heart was agitated for a while, and his qi and blood were almost not controlled.

"Coach!"

Su Jie hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Who died?" ”

Ever since he saw Potter, he had always been calm, and even though he was seriously injured, he had never changed color, and his mood was so fluctuating at this time.

What did he see?

"Incredible, incredible, what could kill him?"

Potter looked out into the night and muttered:

"What is it....... Can you kill a god? ”