The three divine swords in the sky retreated to one side in unison, and the black-clothed Confucian was blocked by the sword qi before he broke free.

Wang Anfeng's eyes were golden, and the clothes on one arm instantly shattered, turning into pieces of butterflies and scattering.

And at the same time, it was as if there was a heavy hammer hitting the air.

Ripples appeared in the sky, visible to the naked eye, trembling endlessly.

The sword qi in the sky was dissipated in one fell swoop.

The hall master of the White Tiger Hall seemed to know that there was no way to avoid it, but he just stood in the air, glanced at Wang Anfeng deeply, sighed, and stood in the air with a slight arch.

The next moment, the Thunder Spear pierced through the heart and rushed into the sky.

The black-clothed Confucian who was surrounded by the abundant divine weapon qi trembled for a moment, and his eyes changed back to Chu Yangyu, and there were still many confusions at the beginning, but it immediately turned into pain and panic, and madness on the verge of despair, and then he was strangled by the criss-crossed three divine sword qi, and completely dissipated his vitality.

Southwest of Daqin, Damo Tablet Forest.

This place is 8,000 miles away from the first village.

Chu Zhang looked at the immortal inscription that began to crack from the head of the thirty-zhang stele, his expression was flustered, and he couldn't help but let out an angry exclamation in his mouth, jumped into the air, trembling and stretched out his right hand to caress the crack, as if he wanted to smooth the crack, and the hidden jade plate in the arms of the lord of the Great Wilderness Village suddenly cracked in half.

A streamer flew in the sky.

"It's you! It's you! ”

"Stop!"

Chu Zhang, who was stroking the stone stele, was like a mad demon, with a poignant trombone in his mouth, and a long series of afterimages pulled out behind him, which instantly appeared in front of the streamer.

Raising his hand and punching, there is a Dao Sect to subdue the demon Da Nian.

Yin and Yang chaos under the punch to see the truth.

The golden flame burned in the thunder spear, and the originally dark and dull thunder spear was carved with all kinds of vajra Buddhas, angry or laughing, and so on, with faster and faster speed, the golden flame turned into a big peng.

The next moment broke through the blockade of time and space, and directly penetrated Chu Zhang, who was blocking the thunder spear.

Immediately, he suddenly nailed into the immortal monument that suppressed the number of the Great Ink Tablet Lin Qi.

A heavy thud.

The dense cracks instantly spread throughout the stele.

This is not a physical penetration, but a direct result of 'penetration'.

There is no way to avoid it.

Even if Chu Zhang escapes, it will only usher in the same result in the end.

There were many disciples in the stele forest for dozens of miles, and almost all of them noticed this change, seeing a golden light coming from the Central Plains, seeing their old head being nailed to death in an instant, and seeing more and more cracks appear on the immortal monument that suppressed qi.

The entire stele forest instantly turned into a dead silence.

This immortal monument, which was the highest in the forest of steles for tens of miles, completely collapsed in the next moment.

And in a more distant place, a black-clothed Confucian looked through the scroll in his hand, seemed to be a little distracted, shook his head and came back to his senses, got up and raised his hand to strike forward on the strength of a golden-winged Dapeng bird that had no body and purely followed the qi machine.

He immediately took seven steps back.

Every step is a few inches into the ground.

After stepping down the last step, a stone mountain under his feet shook suddenly, and then collapsed directly.

On his entire right arm, the clothes on his entire right arm were shattered like butterflies.

He lowered his head and saw a twisted red scar on his right arm, knowing that it was an induration just now, I don't know how far apart, it was ten thousand miles, or a punch of twenty thousand miles, and he was beaten by internal injuries, the meridians were broken, and even the bones of his arm were discounted, almost into powder.

Confucian frowned for a long time.

In the forest of big ink steles.

The immortal inscription shattered and fell into the dusty and muddy ground.

Chu Zhang was penetrated, there was still a trace of residual qi, he was stunned for a moment, and then let out a desperate and terrible wail from his mouth, pressed his hands back on the surviving inscription, and pushed himself out of the nailed thunder spear little by little, bringing out a piece of blood, and falling to the ground.

Staggering two steps, he grabbed the immortal inscription that was broken into pieces with both hands, and tried his best to put together the stone tablet that he had seen old since he was a teenager, but he failed several attempts, and finally found that there was no hope at all, and he let out a terrible howl in his mouth, and after a few sounds, he was desperate because of his heart.

When he was desperate, he still held the immortal monument in his hand.

The owner of the Great Wilderness Village only felt that his scalp was numb, and he flew out from the stone tablet, shattering like a large avalanche on the stone tablet fragments, and the thunder spear lost its support and fell, and fell to the ground.

There is a jade bead at the front end of the thunder spear.

Just when he was a little relieved, a figure more than two meters high appeared from the side of the short spear, a very strong muscle was wrapped in black and inky armor, and even his face was covered with a layer of armor, and the body was entangled with an illusory dragon.

Today, the immortal inscription was destroyed, the first one died, and the deputy seat of the Great Ink Tablet Forest was already heartbroken, and when he saw the tall man who suddenly appeared, he shouted angrily:

"Who are you?!"

The tall man took a step forward, his voice calm and unwavering, even emotionless.

"Under the command of the green dragon, King Kong."

The lord of the big wilderness village on the hidden side went directly to his upper body, and the knife in his hand slammed down on the man's face, but he was so shocked that his hands and feet were numb, and he quickly retreated, and the tall man still stood in place, never moved, and cracks appeared on his face armor.

It immediately shattered directly, revealing a simple and plain face.

With messy hair, a golden wire twist on his forehead, a burning flame with cinnabar in the center of his eyebrows, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the Flying Spirit Sect's Thunder Spear, which was a short spear that could be thrown or fought against the enemy in the hands of ordinary people, and it was like a long sword in his hand.

He was originally the Iron Floating Tu forged by the secret method of the Ouye Sect of the Sword Casting Valley, and he survived only one of the hundreds of people, and obtained the pseudo-realm of the Tianlong Yuan Sect without breaking the glass body, and then faked his death to forge his body with the medicinal liquid of the Medicine King Valley, and kept a trace of qi for several years.

Finally, with the help of the dragon soul, he faked his death and came back to life.

The dragon that Feiling Sect had spent a lot of effort to raise, but before it could be completely completed, it was killed by Ren Changge, and the Jiaozhu that was recovered was not even the original Sancheng Lingyun.

This result directly led to the Feiling Sect's original second passage through the Dragon Gate and entry into the Dragon Palace, in order to avoid the Heavenly Gate and enter the Grandmaster, and even the Great Grandmaster, the upright Taoist method, was reduced to the left side door of the Pseudo-Realm Grandmaster.

However, because the Iron Floating Sect experienced things too hard, if it weren't for the fact that he was born stupid, he could hardly bear it, with the foundation of the Heavenly Dragon Academy, and through the secret technique of the Flying Spirit Sect to achieve it, although the Pseudo-Realm Grandmaster, the momentum that could explode in an instant was not inferior to the Grandmaster who came up step by step.

Fierce and vast.

Brute force at its best!

The scalp of the owner of the Great Wilderness Village is numb.

It's too late to retreat, seeing that Tiefutu abandoned the rest of the people and went straight to him, his heart sank, gritted his teeth and urged the qi, and even more with what he saw before, the method left by the wrestlers of Tianlong Academy three hundred years ago made his own qi turn as he wished, and it was as if there was a layer of iron armor outside, and then he burst into his mouth with a shout, and drew his knife and slashed suddenly.

Tiefutu raised his arm to stop the frame.

The blade slashed through the gauntlets on Tiefutu's arm, slicing into the skin and bones.

A trace of gloom appeared in the eyes of the lord of the Great Wilderness Village.

The next moment, the blade that had created a great reputation in the Western Regions and Northern Xinjiang was difficult to shake for half a point, and was caught by muscles.

The lord of the Great Wilderness Village retreated instantly, but it was too late, Tiefutu didn't seem to feel pain, his right hand suddenly pressed down, and he was provoked by the blade with a hideous wound, and the arm as thick as a tree trunk had already imprisoned the Lord of the Great Wilderness Village, and the strength on his arms continued to increase, and the slow dragon circled around his body.

The majestic body of the lord of the Great Wilderness Village seemed to be squeezed into a ball.

The deputy seat of the Great Ink Tablet Forest finally dropped the chain at this moment, pounced on him, and his palms were imprinted on the back of Tiefutu, but when he heard a loud sound, his face turned pale, and he coughed up blood and flew back.

Tiefutu took this opportunity to rush forward.

The hands originally squeezed inward to exert force, but they changed instantly, and went outward in the direction of the main force of the Great Wilderness Village.

In the sound of tearing, the mouth of the lord of the Great Wilderness Village let out a terrible howl, and blood was dripping.

One of his arms had been torn off by the Iron Float!

Raising his hand again, the thunder spear with a texture that was only half a chip away from the divine soldier directly stabbed into the abdomen of the lord of the Great Wilderness Village, piercing out from the back, and the Iron Floating Slaughter roared angrily, nailing the Lord of the Great Wilderness Village directly into an inscription, and the strength did not decrease, and continued to go backwards, breaking several stone tablets in a row, before it was contained.

The Great Ink Stele Forest is already a mess.

A moment later, Tiefutu still carried the long knife of the Western Regions that was deeply pierced into his right arm, walked in front of the many foundations of the Great Ink Tablet Forest, and met the terrified gaze one after another, and said indifferently:

"The rubbings of the immortal inscription in the Great Ink Tablet Forest."

The deputy almost vomited blood, but he was more powerful than the others, took a deep breath, and still asked the disciple to take it out.

Tiefutu didn't look at it, but just recounted it, and said:

"Mr. said that the Great Ink Stele Forest is unbearable in the contemporary era, and the previous generation opened a martial arts road for the rivers and lakes."

"Therefore, only with small precepts, immortal inheritance."

"For this reason, the rivers and lakes have left a pulse of qi."

"Wait, you can thank you for this kindness."

Immediately walked step by step to one of the thirty zhang high immortal inscriptions, a full thirty-seven immortal monuments, with the one that can suppress the number of qi is the highest, but the martial arts recorded on it should be the strongest in this one, Tiefutu stretched out his right hand, and in the midst of everyone's exclamations, a punch was smashed.

The monument of eternal life shook non-stop.

Another punch.

After three punches, Tiefutu's palms were dripping with blood, and the stone tablet densely written with cheats had been lifted by him.

On this day, a powerful man carried a thirty-zhang immortal monument and strode out of the forest of big ink tablets.

Every mountain crosses the mountain, and the river is stepped on when encountering water.

After 300 miles, it disappeared.

It wasn't until Tiefutu was already far away that many disciples hugged the side seat covering their chests and hugged forward together, seeing a line of words written on the stone tablet left on the back of the dragon turtle.

Take the big ink stele forest longevity stele one, the rest are not enough to take, abandoned.

The tone is plain and understated.

The deputy seat's face changed for a while, he looked around and saw the only grandmaster Chu Zhang kneeling to death on the ground, a hideous wound in his heart, and seeing the fragments of the stone tablet that were cracked all over the ground, he finally couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood, his eyes turned black, and he fainted backwards.

………………

In the first village, Wang Anfeng saw that Chu Yangyu had completely lost his breath, and his heart was relieved.

The three divine weapons circled in the air for a week, and re-entered the sword box here, and the Shenwu sword was put into the body the moment it entered the box, and then with a flick of the right hand, the sword box was closed, and then re-put away with a circle of coarse cloth, and the rest of the people only watched him from the side.

Since he learned that the people from the White Tiger Hall appeared here, Wang Anfeng had already secretly prepared for the worst, and since he came into contact with the Heavenly Gate, he had been able to use the connection of the Buddha beads on his wrist and the Qi machine of the same vein to make a move with the master.

He was only able to break through the body of the White Tiger Hall Master.

And Yuan Ci has been able to rely on the effect of Zen cause and effect, thousands of miles away to lock the Great Ink Stele Forest and the true body of the White Tiger Hall Master, and attack each other with the Thunder Spear and Qi Machine respectively, but the White Tiger Hall Master is not an ordinary person after all, and he cut off the causal connection in an instant, and did not take the opportunity to know his exact location.

Wang Anfeng carried the two divine soldiers who were hiding the two handles to be sent back to Tianjing City on his back.

Then he entered the courtyard of Yiye Xuan and changed into an ordinary blue shirt again.

Raise your eyes and look behind the triple gate of the first village.

In what was supposed to be the first solemn place, all kinds of qi were chaotic.

Obviously, on the other hand, things are not going well.

PS: Today's first update is ............

Three thousand four hundred words, and then the second is more likely to be between ten and eleven o'clock