The seven supreme grandmasters of the world gather at the Hanlong Inn!

Drink and invite to fight!

In the third floor of the Hanlong Inn, Pang Wanyang's clothes moved without wind, and his breath was as if a volcano that had been silent for thousands of years was about to erupt.

In an instant, the ground of the Hanlong Inn shook, and the dust in the corners of the eaves 'fell'.

In the face of the six world's top figures, they all dare to invite the battle!

Outside the Hanlong Inn, Mrs. White Lotus's expression in the vast yellow sand changed greatly, and at the corner of the first floor, the fainting proprietress jumped up and shouted hysterically:

"Cook, man, why don't you come and carry the old lady! Mother, mother's legs are numb! ”

On the long table on the third floor, the expressions of several people changed.

The expressions of the Wheel King and the Moon Worshippers did not change, because they had not thought of challenging Pang Wanyang at all.

Yan Maniac put down the wine glass with a 'snap', and his eyes lit up.

The long sword in Mu Qingfeng's palm groaned, and he let out a low dragon groan.

The two of them have the idea of fighting to see the changes in the world's popularity.

Ikyu let out a soft sigh, and the majestic mountain-like qi had locked on everyone present.

Anyone who dares to make a move will be confronted with his thunderous wrath.

Everyone was pulled by his qi, and his breath also spontaneously erected, and they did not give in.

Even if they didn't want to participate in it, the Moon Worship Real Man and the Wheel King were also in the traction of this qi machine and had to join in.

Rumble!

The mighty aura rose into the sky like a substantial wolf smoke, and the roof of the Hanlong Inn, which was thick enough to block the storm, had completely turned into powder with just one touch, and was blown away by the air currents in the long sky.

Only An Qisheng sat still, his expression was flat, but there was a streamer between the opening and closing of his eyes, as if he was in front of the brand.

The seven top converged on the small building outside the Saiwai, such a situation is unprecedented, and it may not be rare in the future, and for An Qisheng, it is even more precious and abnormal.

"Sixty years ago, Pang Mou first came to Dafeng, and in 20 years, he measured the world, learned from the world, and comprehended the extreme ....... of the human body."

Facing the world-famous masters who were connected by qi and machine, and seemed to want to shoot at themselves, Pang Wanyang stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes were as bright as golden yang, and he slowly said:

In the next 20 years, Pang has really achieved the limit of human beings, for 40 years, the world is the first, the human body is limited, and the heaven and the earth are infinite, the real Taiyin Wuji, is the heaven and the earth are infinite, not the human body.......

Only now do I realize that heaven and earth are endless, and heaven and earth are infinite......."

On the long table, the six people looked indifferent, looking at Pang Wanyang lightly.

In the fluttering air current, he was dressed and hunted and commented on everyone:

"Mu Qingfeng, you watch the mountains and seas, the clouds roll up, the sun rises and the moon sets and you enlighten, the sword light contains many changes in the world, and you become a sword twenty-one, which can be called a peerless genius ......"

Mu Qingfeng's face sank like water, and the sound of the sword was tactful and soft, like a dragon surrounding.

"Yan madman, you rose between the micro ends, crisscrossed the martial arts, laughed proudly at the princes of the world, single-handed Dapeng King fist is unparalleled in the world, and led the Dalongmen to dominate a state, which is really a masterpiece .......in the world."

Yan fanatics poured themselves a drink and borrowed words to drink.

"Worship the moon, you have rarely fought with people in your life, sat quietly on the top of the mountain for decades, and realized the changes in the heart of heaven, the general trend of people, the army, and the country, you are not as good as Han Weigong, but for the understanding of heaven and earth, you are the first in the world."

The moon worshipper didn't speak, his fingers tapped on the table, and his eyes rippled.

"Wheel, you use the Dharma to absorb the magic skills, self-contained, the aura is ten miles overwhelmed, the mind is the Buddha country, revered by tens of thousands of people as a living Buddha, the profundity of divine cultivation, rare in the world......."

The Wheel King held one palm in front of his chest, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Ikyu!"

"People all over the world say that you are the second in the world, and you have been surpassed by later generations one by one in the past two hundred years, but Pang knows that you have been famous in the world two hundred years ago, and then retreated bravely, and became a monk in Huangjue Temple, sitting on Erjiazi, and finally becoming the way of the sun.

After that, sit on Erjiazi and become the sun Wuji. In the world, masculine and domineering, you are the first! ”

"Amitabha."

In the face of Pang Wanyang's comments, Yixiu finally raised his eyelids, and there seemed to be a big day rising in his cloudy eyes.

In the world, if anyone is qualified to comment on these five Divine Vein Great Grandmasters, it must be Pang Wanyang.

No one else is qualified for this except him.

Listening to his comments, An Qisheng slowly raised his eyebrows, and the ripples in the depths of his eyes slowly subsided.

"And yet you ......."

Pang Wanyang stood with his hands in his hands, his long hair and clothes flew together, his already upright body was even more majestic like an unshakable sacred mountain at this time, and the sound of gold and jade colliding flowed into the void:

"None of them are as good as me!"

None of them are as good as me!

These four words are not very vast, but they contain Pang Wanyang's absolute confidence in the world's first decades.

On the third floor, the breath is condensed.

The smile of the Wheel King disappeared completely, Yixiu's eyelids trembled, the long sword in Mu Qingfeng's palm hummed as if it was about to come out of his hand, the face of the real person who worshiped the moon changed, and Yan Maniac's long eyebrows were upside down.......

However, even if he is as arrogant as a Yan fanatic, and as arrogant as Mu Qingfeng, he has nothing to say for a while.

Because, Pang Wanyang's status is really made by himself punching and kicking!

The throne of the first place in the world is the bones of countless masters and the souls of countless masters!

"Yes, you don't have to fight!"

In the cold, indifferent, arrogant, and peaceful gaze, Pang Wanyang leaped into the sky like a dragon, hunting in clothes, like a god in the clouds:

"But I came one by one, and defeated you,

Fight for the throne again! ”

Thundered!

The sky exploded, and the mighty sound waves hung down the clouds, covering the sky.

The air flow is rolling, the sea of clouds is churning, Pang Wanyang stands with his arms raised, his breath is surging, like the angry sea waves in the storm, the momentum is huge.

Infinite sky, as if there are dark clouds rolling over!

It seems that the celestial phenomena have changed for the better!

The guys, cooks, guests, and proprietress who were carried by a few people who escaped from the Hanlong Inn all looked up to the sky in shock.

Can martial arts be practiced to this extent?

Is this still human?

Looking at that figure, my mind was empty.

Mountains look up?

Inclusive?

Eyeing the wilds?

It seems that all the adjectives in the world can be placed on him, and it seems that all the adjectives are not enough to describe his imposing personality.

Dozens of miles of heaven and earth stood still when the wind and sand were blowing, as if they were being pushed sideways by an endless majestic force, wailing and fleeing.

All tangible and intangible substances are fleeing from the majestic figure that stands in the sky, like gods and demons.

Onslaught!

Until this time, on the third floor of the Hanlong Inn, Pang Wanyang's words were wafting freely.

The expressions of several people were uncertain.

They all looked at An Qisheng.

There is not a single comment, but the eight words 'defeat you first, and then fight for the king' are enough.

No one will not understand the truth in Pang Wanyang's words.

"Amitabha!"

Yixiu clasped his hands together, but his breath calmed down suddenly, as if brewing.

As his qi calmed down, the qi of the others also calmed down, only Yan Maniac suddenly got up, and his breath rose like wolf smoke piercing the sky.

"Pang Lao'er, you are too arrogant!"

In a long howl that pierced through the sky and broke through the clouds, Yan Maniac opened his arms, and his body rose vertically, like a big peng flapping its wings, and jumped up, like a meteor, pulling out a scorching air flow thousands of zhang long, straight up to the clouds!

Straight to Pang Wanyang!

An outbreak!

The temperament is no longer the same!

If it is said that the Yan maniac before was just an old man who looked unruly, at this time he seemed to be a king who looked down on the world.

Striding into the air like a big dragon raising its head, the air currents rushed and collapsed everywhere it passed, and the air waves rolled.

Between the arms of the move, it is really like a big peng to the sky!

At a glance, you can feel that fierce and unruly atmosphere!

Rumble!

The air rippled, and he discharged the waves like the sea.

The true qi is agitated, and the peak of the instant climb is immediately vigorous.

Between the swings of his arms, he blasted out a powerful and domineering torrent of fist power, striking Pang Wanyang in the sky.

Looking up from below, it is like a long rainbow, passing through the sun.

It is the fighting sky of the Dapeng King Fist!

Two long howls.

The sound is like a kun, and the whale swallows the essence of heaven and earth.

With a sound like Peng, the bloody battle lasted for nine days.

At this moment, the Yan Maniac had already raised his divine will, true qi, and battle intent to the highest!

The surging battle intent burned like a real flame.

Above the sky, Pang Wanyang's figure stood, the clouds in the sky surrounded him like a dragon, and the essence of heaven and earth seemed to be pouring into his body.

Seeing the Yan madman soaring into the air, his raised arm pressed down.

Rumble!

It seems that the void heaven and earth are sinking at this moment.

In the midst of the more and more unbridled raging, his golden and jade-like palms clenched suddenly, as if holding the Void Heaven and Earth in the palm of his palm.

Then, the majestic and vast fist power collapsed like a god.

Like a rolling river poured into it.

Horizontal pressure down.

"Pang Wanyang!"

In the midst of the raging airflow, the Yan Maniac let out another long roar, and the battle intent that had already climbed to the limit rose three inches for it.

In the next moment, the two fists collided, like the impact of the earth and the moon!

Bang!

The sky shook, and thousands of voices exploded!

Bang!

In a collision, Pang Wanyang hit him from above, and his body did not move.

The Yan maniac who withstood a strong blow did not retreat!

"Happy, happy!"

Yan Maniac laughed heroically, and his figure disappeared into the sky in an instant.

And in the next moment, in the sky, he was already there!

above

under

left

right

former

After!

All of a sudden, the figure of the Yan madman seemed to fill the sky, and one person's long smile seemed to turn into a long laugh of thousands of people.

In the next moment, thousands of figures were all rushing towards Pang Wanyang!

Fists and legs!

Thousands of figures threw tens of thousands of punches at one time, shattering the clouds and flowing for an unknown number of ways.

is overwhelming, completely submerging Pang Wanyang!

"Good! Good! What a Yan maniac, what a Dapeng King Fist! ”

Facing thousands of figures attacking together, Pang Wanyang's face also moved, and after a sigh of admiration, he clenched his fists and attacked again!

This punch was empty and empty, fluttering and flickering, and it seemed to be extremely slow, but it was only once, but it seemed to hit all directions at the same time.

Hit all the attacks that come from the horizontal strike!

Thundered!

In the next moment, I saw a sea of air currents visible to the naked eye rolling and spreading, like thousands of wind dragons trampling the sky, galloping in all directions.

It's like a mushroom cloud bursting into the sky, and the actual gunpowder smoke doesn't know how many miles or dozens of miles it spreads for a while!

It's like a sky crash!

The momentum was so great that many people outside the Hanlong Inn looked like earth.

On the third floor, the eyes of several people were also condensed.

At the same time, Mu Qingfeng had already stepped into the air.

His movements are gentle and contain infinite beauty, striding into the sky without the slightest hurry, as if walking on the ground, he has already crossed hundreds of feet in the sky.

Airplanes~

A sword roar like a tiger's roar and a dragon's roar made a loud noise.

A three-foot long sword with a blue color and scattered autumn water patterns has already risen to the sky.

The sword qi roared like a thunder dragon, rolling into the air!

As soon as the sword came out, the raging air flow had already been cut open.

The sword light is rippling, but it contains the ultimate edge, and in an instant, it has pulled out a sword mark hundreds of zhang long in the long sky, which will not be dispersed for a long time, as if it is going to last forever.

This sword really seems to have cut the heavens and the earth apart!

In the yellow sand, outside the Hanlong Inn, everyone who saw this scene was stunned.

Such a sword light, such a sword intent, such a divine sword!

"Sword One ......"

Looking at the sword marks of the word 'one' written by a ghost in the sky, An Qisheng's eyes jumped.

Mu Qingfeng taught the mountains, seas, clouds, and sky, and became twenty-one swords, and each sword was the top swordsmanship in the world.

In the long-floating realm, only the sword technique is discussed, except for the legendary sky-cutting sword technique, there is no other.

"Mu Qingfeng!"

When the sword light soared into the air like a dragon, a figure fell from the sky and let out an angry shout

But it was the Yan maniac.

Yan Maniac spurted out a mouthful of black blood, fell a thousand feet, and when he fell into the vast sea of sand by only one line, he stopped abruptly.

He looked at the sword light that swept the world and couldn't help but scold angrily:

"Lao Tzu is not dead yet!"

Died in battle, died in battle, Lao Tzu didn't die!

Yan madman shouted angrily, and was about to rush to the sky, but he took a step into the air and stopped.

When a master like them fights, life and death are naturally not separating for a while and a half, but the difference between victory and defeat, one move or two moves, and tens of millions of moves is not very big.

He seemed to make a move in an instant, but he had already used the Dapeng King Fist.

Pang Wanyang ate it hard, and he had already lost.

"Mu Qingfeng, let me see your growth!"

Above the sky, seeing a sword in the sky, Pang Wanyang let out a light sigh.

With a light sigh, his body seemed to have become a black hole, swallowing the essence of heaven and earth, as if the sky was helping him.

In an instant, the consumption of his first battle Yan Maniac had been wiped out.

Even, with the power of victory, its momentum is three points higher.

Facing the sword light, he didn't dodge or dodge, and his golden jade-like fingers flicked the airflow to detonate, and he made a fist again and smashed down.

Still a punch.

But it was different from the punch that struck the Yan madman, the strength was extremely condensed, and it seemed that the heaven and earth aura within a few miles were condensed between his fingers.

The flesh and blood body is actually blooming with a sharp light like cutting gold and breaking iron!

Whether it was against Yan Maniac or Mu Qingfeng, he had no reservations, and as soon as he made a move, he would go all out.

The punch slammed down.

Like the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sword, it also cut through the flow of the long air, and met Mu Qingfeng's sword that pierced the sky.

Rumble!

When the fists and swords clashed, they first made a thunderous explosion!

Then came the sound of thousands of gold and iron resonating in the burning sky!

A sword is like a thousand swords!

Pang Wanyang's upright body seemed to be shrouded in infinite sword light, and his flesh and blood body were like stainless steel and constantly colliding with the unbridled sword light!

As soon as the two shot, they had already launched an extremely fierce confrontation!

For a while, the sky was full of the sound of gold and iron and the unbridled sword light, as if the sky had become a sea of swords.

After the first sword, Mu Qingfeng took another step, facing the wind like a sword, his arm shook, and he made a long sword buzzing sound, shaking the sword like a dragon, and actually used the long sword to utter substantive words:

"Sword Twenty-two!"

It's just a sword, Mu Qingfeng has given up all temptations, all preludes, and directly cut out the strongest sword path that he has been enlightened for many years, and even more than he has ever held the sword twenty-one in the world.

Sword Twenty-Two!

Airplanes~

In an instant, the sword light was great, covering all the light between heaven and earth for a while.

In the sea of sand thousands of feet away, Wu Liusan, who came with Zhao Tianfeng, only glanced at the sky, then couldn't help but snort softly, lowered his head and covered Zhao Tianfeng's eyes.

Zhao Tianfeng was extremely shocked, only to see that under Wu Liusan's tightly closed eyelids, there were actually two lines of blood and tears.

I was actually stabbed in the eye by the sword qi!

Outside the Hanlong Inn, there were even more screams, and the work of the Hanlong Inn screamed again and again, throwing the proprietress to the ground and not caring about it, and rolling on the ground with their eyes covered one by one.

This feeling is like a person who has not seen light for decades, suddenly witnessing a bright light, and the pain is almost like someone has been blinded by someone.

"Brother Mu's sword path is getting more and more sophisticated, this sword should be twenty-two......

On the third floor, An Qisheng, Baiyue Zhenren and others naturally wouldn't be hurt by the sword light, but when they saw this sword, they couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Wang Quandao Chief, what do you think of this sword?"

After the Wheel King sighed lightly, his eyes flashed and he looked at An Qisheng.

An Qisheng was looking at the sky, and when he heard the words, he replied without being salty:

"You can't take it!"

The Wheel King smiled undiminished, just nodded slightly, and sighed:

"Yes, hard connection can't catch this sword......."

This is already the case from a distance of thousands of feet.

Pang Wanyang, who bore the brunt of the attack, was torn apart by the sword light in an instant!

At this moment, his arms were wide open, and the invisible true qi burst out of his body in an instant, it was the heaven and earth aura that he had swallowed before, and this moment erupted out.

It's as if a volcano that has been building up for countless years has erupted the most intense magma!

It dissolved the overwhelming and omnipresent sword light at once.

But in the next moment, in the qi wall that was like substance, a three-foot long sword pierced through, and the qi wall, which was comparable to the hardest substance in heaven and earth, actually pierced like paper!

The three-foot long sword was still rippling like autumn water, but at this moment, it seemed to be coated with a layer of blood-colored light, with an earth-shattering murderous aura!

At this moment, as strong as Pang Wanyang, he only felt that it was dark in front of him.

The killing intent contained in this sword has already slashed all the visible and invisible substances in the entire long sky!

Including gaze!

Including non-sense!

Including his telepathy!

All perceptions, along with this space, were 'killed' by this sword!

Even Pang Wanyang finally had a hint of crisis in his heart at this time.

"This sword ......."

Without thinking or perceiving, Pang Wanyang suddenly let out a light sigh.

His hands were raised and clenched!

Rumble!

Rumble!

There seemed to be two thunderbolts that flashed as his fists clenched, opening up the golden light of the air.

Then

At the moment when the long sword reached his body, he closed his fists one by one, like two mountain peaks colliding, like two meteors colliding.

Thundered!

The majestic true qi was detonated at once!

At the same time, it was detonated by the endless heaven and earth essence exuded by Pang Wanyang's body!

Suddenly, in the eyes of An Qisheng and the others, a mushroom cloud covering several miles exploded in the sky, and the air flow was agitated and spread in all directions.

A white figure lifted a broken sword and fell from the sky.

The world-famous Taibai Sword was smashed by Pang Wanyang's fists!

"Mu Xiaobai's face!"

In mid-air, Yan Maniac's eyebrows stirred, and one took off into the air, catching Mu Qingfeng.

Under the huge force, his body flew under the violent friction of the air, and then he stopped retreating.

But he suddenly laughed:

"Pang Lao'er, you underestimate me and others, why are you so embarrassed at this time?"

His eyes were superb.

It can be seen from a distance of thousands of feet, Pang Wanyang's figure is still standing, but his chest has been pierced by a long sword!

Mu Qingfeng's last sword twenty-two, which was beyond his expectations, still hit him!

It's just a line away, and you can kill it!

"Mountains, rivers and rivers are just a sword, Mu Qingfeng, just the way of the sword, you can be a hero!"

In the long sky, Pang Wanyang let out a sigh of admiration.

The flesh on his chest vanished, and a faint heartbeat could be seen in a sword mark.

But in an instant, as his arms were opened, his spirit poured in, and his breath rose again.

"Battle Demon Heart Sutra!"

On the third floor, An Qisheng suddenly spoke.

Yixiu got up slowly, folded his hands, nodded slightly, and said, "Yes, Battle Demon Heart Sutra!" Pang Wanyang's Battle Demon Heart Sutra is by no means the top in the world, but under his deduction, he has already surpassed his predecessors.

With his current attainments, he will only get stronger and stronger the more he fights, the more he is injured, and the more domineering his aura becomes. ”

The reason why he let Mu Qingfeng and Yan Maniac make a move was that he felt the change in Pang Wanyang's breath and knew that unless he was completely killed in one swren, the wheel battle would not only be no obstacle for him, but would be of great benefit to him.

But even though he knew that he was seeking inspiration, but not winning or losing, he had no idea of joining forces with the two at all.

In the same way, whether it is Mu Qingfeng or Yan Maniac, there is no possibility of joining forces with anyone to fight the enemy.

"Master, why bother?"

Looking at Yixiu, who got up, An Qisheng suddenly spoke.

"What does the Taoist know?"

Yixiu lifted his feet lightly, and there seemed to be a substantial staircase in the air, and he stepped on his feet, and ascended to the sky step by step:

"The Taoist should know that this is the old monk's only chance......."

Anderson sighed.

After living for a long time, he often knows a lot, such as Yixiu, although he does not have the Qi Hope technique of Han Taste Palace, nor the divination method of Yue Zhenren, but in the past three hundred years, what he can see is definitely not comparable to the first two.

It is precisely because of what he saw that he had to do it, because in the future, he will no longer have the courage to challenge the first in the world.

"Senior brother!"

At this time, the Wheel King suddenly got up, also folded his hands, and arched his hands:

"Senior brother, I wish you an early ascension to Bliss!"

The moon worshippers also felt something, and got up and gave up.

Pedal Pedal ~~~

The old monk stepped into the sky.

His body exuded wisps of golden light, and every step of the golden light was full of one point, and when he went up thousands of feet in the air and stood opposite Pang Wanyang, the light emitted by his body was already like the golden sun of the great sun.

Brilliant and vast, brilliant and sacred!

Looking at it from afar, in the light outline that is comparable to the golden sun, it seems that you can see a big Buddha sitting in the sea of clouds.

The Buddha is entrenched for nine days, but it is not out of the dust, on the contrary, the swirling sea of clouds seems to have become fireworks in the world, and the Buddha set off seems to be the Buddha of the red dust in the world.

At this time, the old monk who was dying and old, dry and thin and short, his breath was like a mountain, and he was pressed for dozens of miles in the sky.

Thousands of feet away from the sky, I felt depressed, and I couldn't breathe well for a while.

"Amitabha!"

In the bright golden light, the old monk recited a Buddha horn with his palms together.

At this time, he was still dying, but in the light of Pang Wanyang's eyes, this old monk was like a golden iron pour, and the three hundred years of majestic true qi penetrated through the heaven and earth aura within ten miles.

is a real majestic mountain, and it may not be comparable to him today.

"I still underestimate you....... Your most masculine and rigid qi is enough to dominate the world, and nearly three hundred years of practice is really earth-shattering! ”

Pang Wanyang's expression was calm.

How long is 300 years?

Dafeng is only two hundred years, and an old monk who has lived longer than the number of years of the dynasty, even if his talent is not top-notch, after three hundred years of practice day and night, he will never be able to underestimate him.

Looking at the old monk, he spoke:

"I'll win two games first, the general trend is up, you should do it first!"

The Heart Sutra of the Battle Demon is the culmination of his fusion of the classics of the sages of the Demon Sect, and he has been measuring the world for decades, and he is the best at raising momentum, two successively, even if he was almost pierced through the heart by a sword.

But he's three points better than he was before.

"More than 200 years ago, the old monk killed countless lives, and the killing was too great, and after the hair fell out, he didn't like the art of killing more and more, because he didn't like it, gradually, he forgot it, and he couldn't ....... it."

The old monk sighed and said:

"Four Jiazi past, the old monk I forgot all the stunts of Huangjue Temple, forgot the demon slaying knife that was rampant, killing fist, a few days ago, the lion roared, I also forgot.......

It's a pity that the old monk's heart for life and death is too heavy, and there is still a golden bell jar that has been summed up, and he has not forgotten it....."

His voice was still loud, but there seemed to be no trace of true qi in it, but his voice was simply louder.

Pang Wanyang's pupils shrank, and a solemn look appeared on his face.

In the Hanlong Inn, An Qisheng, the real person worshipping the moon, and the Yan madman in the middle of the air, Mu Qingfeng, also jumped in his heart.

No one expected that this old monk would dare to fight Pang Wanyang after forgetting all his martial arts!

Between the words, Yixiu folded his hands and stepped forward:

"There is Lao Mozun, forget this method for the old monk!"

"Good!"

Looking at Yixiu pacing forward, Pang Wanyang stepped forward, and in a long roar, his arms were raised high, and his five fingers were pinched together.

While!!

It seems that the Huangjue Temple's 10 million pound Huangjue Bell was ringed!

Layers of air currents and strong winds accompanied by the majestic true qi rolling and spreading in all directions.

The mighty sound waves can be heard in all directions for hundreds of miles!

Airplanes~

The golden light trembled like a substance.

No one can force Pang Wanyang's full punch, even if it is a rest!

In the slightly scattered golden light, his body trembled, and drips of blood dripped from between his mouth and nose.

"Please also ask the Demon Venerable, help the old monk forget this method!"

After trembling slightly, Yixiu stepped forward again, blood dripping, and the divine light in his cloudy eyes was even better.

"Good, good, good!"

After a hammer blow, Pang Wanyang's long hair flew and his clothes were like bellows.

He said three times in a row, and between the steps, the majestic true qi condensed again, forming a fist mark as big as a mile, and smashed heavily on the golden light in the sky!

This time, he didn't spare a single penny!

Bang!

It seems that thousands of thunderbolts exploded in unison!

In the unbridled Zhongbo airflow, Pang Wanyang clenched his fists again, and the fist marks like meteors hit the air again!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Once launched, Pang Wanyang did not spare his hand, one punch was heavier than the other, and the momentum was greater and greater each time.

In an instant, twelve punches have been smashed in a row!

Every time he punched, Yixiu's body was shocked, and blood flowed out of his mouth, nose, eyes, ears, and seven orifices.

After twelve punches, his robe was already soaked with blood!

"Also...... Inadequate! ”

He opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and Yixiu muttered to himself.

"What a golden bell jar ......."

In the raging wind, Pang Wanyang's expression was serious, and he spit out word by word.

He had never seen anyone who could eat his thirteen punches without dying, but his heart rose with great admiration.

Three hundred years of undefeated Zhengang, between heaven and earth, I am afraid that no one has such a terrifying Gang spirit.

Rumble!

Thousands of wind dragons roared in the ten-mile sky, and the essence of Dao Heaven and Earth poured into Pang Wanyang's body, replacing the power of the human body with the power of heaven and earth.

One step has set off a fist mark in the sky.

Like thousands of horses galloping, like thousands of arrows like rain, like falling stars in the sky, the golden light will be completely shrouded in an instant!

Thundered!

Heaven and earth seem to have lost their color at this moment!

The hanging clouds have long been gone, and the majestic golden light has also collapsed at this moment, and tens of thousands of golden lights are scattered in the sky, as if there is a golden rain in the sky.

"One Rest ......."

Inside the Hanlong Inn, in mid-air, the eyes of An Qisheng and the others were all condensed in the golden light that was scattered like rain.

"Eat me hard with one hundred and twenty punches....... There will be no second one in the world. ”

Pang Wanyang closed his fists and stood upright, with respect on his face for the first time, and a little regretful:

"It's a pity that you didn't grasp that fleeting inspiration, and I didn't see ......."

In the collapsed golden light, blood fell like rain, but it was long time impossible to distinguish between golden light and blood.

One hundred and twenty punches have already destroyed his three hundred years of martial arts cultivation, and it has also completely broken up his golden bell jar.

At this point, it is truly alone.

Yixiu, who was like a bloody man, still folded his hands and bowed slightly to Pang Wanyang.

Sigh:

"Everything is impermanent, the living will be endless, and if you are not born, you will not die, and this destruction is the happiest ......."

As the words drifted, his body, along with the rain of golden light and blood, was blown away in the sky.

Between the scattered air currents, Pang Wanyang was silent for a moment, and then bowed down:

"Fellow Daoist, it's good to go......"

While~~~

The moment of death.

Thousands of miles away in the Zhongzhou Huangjue Temple, the Huangjue Bell that took a lot of effort to re-hang suddenly let out a long sound.

The bell reverberated and shook the entire Huangjue Temple.

"Ancestor, go all the way"

In front of the martial arts stage, the great monks such as Sankong, Sanyin, and Sanmu seemed to have known for a long time, with sadness on their faces, and bowed to Huangjue Zhong with their hands folded.

"Senior brother, ascend to Bliss early......"

On the third floor, the Wheel King bowed deeply.

He has never had a friendship with Ikyu, and even has resentment, but at this time, he only has respect and sighs in his heart.

Seek the way until the heart is like iron.

You are, and so am I.

"Three hundred years, master, you don't lose."

The real person who worships the moon is also a sigh.

Even if I had vaguely expected this scene and saw it with my own eyes, I still sighed in my heart.

"Master Ikyu, let's go!"

An Qisheng raised his glass and poured the wine into the air.

Turn around and look at the sky.

At the same time, Pang Wanyang lowered his eyes.

"Battle?"

"Fight!"