Chapter 218: Half a Palm

Tai Ah Dao is as white as ever, as jade.

But Danxu Taiqiu understood that this young man who was confronting him from afar had just wiped off more than a hundred cultivators of the Heavenly Wolf Realm as if he had wiped off dust.

Li Changfeng said in a cold voice: "Danxu Taiqiu, if you don't want to be ruined, let my wife and children go!"

Danxu Taiqiu suddenly sneered: "Li Changfeng, you are too conceited, with your strength, it is not your turn to be presumptuous in Tianque Palace." ”

Liu Feihong stood aside, couldn't help frowning, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about with him, just kill him!"

As soon as she finished saying this, her body suddenly disappeared.

In fact, her body has long since left, but her voice is still there.

Danxu Taiqiu's back was full of cold sweat, and he was gambling.

Ripples of water suddenly rippled in front of him, and he knew that the killing machine was coming!

A pair of slender jade hands stretched out from the ripples and reached towards Danxu Taiqiu.

What looks beautiful often carries with it a deadly danger.

Liu Feihong's words had just fallen, or before she spoke, her body had already left, and she had already crossed the space and came to the front of Danxu Taiqiu.

She understands the rules of space and time better than Danxu Taiqiu, and in comparison, the national teacher who has just entered the realm of the god king is like a baby with no power under her hands.

The gap between a cultivator in the Microscopic Realm and the Saint Realm may not be as big as the one between the God King Realm.

Danxu Taiqiu roared wildly: "Shizun save me !!"

"Good"

Behind Danxu Taiqiu, a sigh suddenly sounded.

Suddenly, Liu Feihong felt that his hand was still in the quagmire, quite blocked, and from behind Danxu Taiqiu, he stretched out a thin hand and gently put it on Liu Feihong's arm.

With this push, Liu Feihong felt a majestic force.

She retreated back to before Tai Ah Dao.

One advances and one retreats, as if it has not moved.

It's just that behind Danxu Taiqiu, there is an extra monk wearing a linen robe.

This monk has white eyebrows and white beard, he is very old, the robe on his body has long been shabby, and his eyes have long been cloudy and decadent, but Liu Feihong always has a feeling that as long as this person stands there, no one can break through him.

Tianque Palace, the boundary of the imperial city that has long been revered by Kyushu, hides not only blood, but also unknowable forces and people.

Danxu Taiqiu grabbed a life-saving straw like a man in the water, and hurriedly grabbed the sleeve of the old monk and said: "Master, you must save me!

The old monk's cloudy eyes looked at Danxu Taiqiu, and he showed a little helplessness: "Amitabha, why bother!"

Danxu Taiqiu couldn't hide his excitement: "The Holy Child is in my hands, just this last step, I can cross to an unprecedented realm, this is what the disciple has asked for all his life, Master, you must help me!"

Li Changfeng suddenly roared: "Danxu Taiqiu, even if it is a Great Luo Immortal, it can't help you today!"

At this moment, Qing Lao, who was still silent on the side, suddenly walked out.

Although it is separated from the old monk in the distance, it is as if the two of them are facing the panel, and the old monk's gaze is also

From Danxu Taiqiu's body to Qinglao's body.

Qing Lao: "Old monk, let's meet again." ”

In the old monk's cloudy eyes, there was a sudden fluctuation: "You and I are old." ”

Qing Lao: "The disciple is evil, are you still ready to meddle in today's affairs?"

Old monk: "Amitabha, the old man can't stand idly by. ”

Qing Lao nodded: "It's very similar to your character, right and wrong are indistinguishable! Since you want to meddle, then I can only meddle." ”

Old monk: "Old monster, the world is helpless, it is really difficult to do both." ”

Qing Lao snorted coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, let's do it!"

He stepped out in one step, and he was already in front of the old monk.

The old monk and Danxu Taiqiu were right in front of him, different from the nervous face of Danxu Taiqiu, but the old monk seemed much calmer.

Although Danxu Taiqiu knew that Shizun would not ignore anything else, but the other party was also a cultivator on a par with Shizun, Qing Lao only had to move his fingers lightly, and Danxu Taiqiu's body could be separated.

At this moment, when Danxu Taiqiu's life was half held by the god of death, the old monk stretched out a hand.

The palm of this thin palm like orange peel did not make any attack, but gently pushed the palm towards Qing Lao.

Li Changfeng saw his unpretentious movements clearly, and then Qing Lao appeared beside him again, as if he had never taken that step.

Qing Lao snorted coldly: "The space is folded, and the means are quite good." ”

Above the Divine King Realm, everyone has a unique understanding of space and time.

And this old monk in the waning years of Xishan is obviously proficient in his way.

The step taken by Qing Lao crossed the space of Tai Ah Dao.

But the palm that the old monk pushed out folded the space here, and from this, the starting point is the end, and the end is the starting point.

Qing Lao went back to where he was.

There is nothing fancy about the two fighting, and even if they fall into the eyes of laymen, it is quite a bit out of place, but only cultivators can understand the meaning.

Qing Lao's fist hanging by his side suddenly clenched, as if he had pinched something.

Seeing this, the old monk also stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, and he also pinched a corner.

Li Changfeng saw that his body, the Tai'a Dao Qinggang Rock under his feet, the towering stone lions in front of him, and the Zhuwa cornices on both sides were like a gorgeous and beautiful painting, gradually deforming with protruding folds and ripples.

Qing Lao and the old monk grabbed a corner of this picture scroll.

They are tearing.

These two world-class God King Realm Walkers are competing in a unique way, they are constantly pulling this painting against each other, Li Changfeng has a faint trace of worry in his heart, what if this painting is broken?

Li Changfeng watched his body continue to get fat, this kind of fat is not plump and round, but an uncoordinated force, stretching his body flat, looking like he is going to tear himself in half.

He turned his head and saw that Xie Hongjiao and Li Bezhi's body were also pulled into a chubby shape, and when Xie Hongxiang saw Li Changfeng, his panicked eyes showed a trace of shyness.

At all times, a girl cares about what other people think of her, especially if she is her husband

Husband.

At this time, just when Li Changfeng was worried that he would be pulled into noodles, Qing Lao let go.

He let go, but he didn't let go.

Li Changfeng saw Tai Ah Dao under his feet, stacked together like a picture scroll.

From this, the beginning is the end, and the end is the beginning.

Qing Lao and the old monk overlapped each other in an instant, fighting together.

And Li Changfeng also stood in front of Danxu Taiqiu in this breath.

Li Changfeng showed no mercy, stretched out his hand and leaned towards Danxu Taiqiu.

But something even weirder happened.

Li Changfeng's hand stretched out, very, very slowly, and he saw Danxu Taiqiu retreating sharply behind him, but his speed was as slow as a snail.

On the other hand, the old monk and Qing Lao, the two fought so fast that they could barely see their hands and feet.

One fast and one slow, this extreme contradiction made Li Changfeng feel that he had no power, but nowhere to go.

As a result, the majestic True Yuan rushed towards Li Changfeng's limbs like a tide, and he needed to use this huge force to give Danxu Taiqiu a fatal blow at the most critical time.

However, just as his palm touched Danxu Taiqiu's collar.

Once again, the space has changed.

The old monk and Qing Lao finally slapped each other, and the two of them retreated violently.

And Li Changfeng returned to the original place of Tai'a Dao.

In the past, Li Changfeng didn't understand what kind of state his strength had reached, and his control of time made him feel a little proud of the world.

However, today, when he saw the battle between the old monk and the old Qing, he realized that breaking the saint and entering the god king was just the beginning.

There are too many cultivators in this world, and they are terrifyingly strong.

Li Changfeng and Qing Lao looked at Danxu Taiqiu and the old monk not far away, although he had experienced all this, he could never see through who lost and who won.

So he waited.

The old monk coughed suddenly, and a few traces of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, which flowed onto the shabby robe and was absorbed by the silk cotton.

Danxu Taiqiu looked at the master in horror, he didn't understand that the master who was already so powerful that he was inhuman would vomit blood.

He turned his head and looked at Qing Lao, who looked as usual in the distance, and his body began to tremble.

Li Changfeng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, although Danxu Taiqiu would undoubtedly kill him, but if Qing Lao set up a formation, she really couldn't think of a better way to deal with this old monk who was close to the demon.

The old monk's cloudy gaze became even darker, and his thin palms fluttered in the wind, as if they were about to fall down at any moment.

He muttered, "Amitabha, everything is providential. ”

After saying this, he gulped blood from the corners of his mouth, sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed, although there was still some breath, but he had no strength.

On the night when Li Changfeng asked for a shot at Danxu Taiqiu, the old monk and Qing Lao fought 35,000 times and lost half a palm, so the outcome was decided.

Li Changfeng's figure disappeared in place, breaking through the sky and taking Danxu Taiqiu.

"Danxu Taiqiu, I see who else can protect you now!"

Under Li Changfeng's roar, a golden flame rose all over his body, which was the trace of the burning of the True Yuan.