The young Taoist priest Qingjun has fluttering sleeves in his wide robe, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his demeanor is outstanding.

"Stop coming. ”

His thin lips opened slightly, and he spoke again.

Pang Yuan's eyes were scarlet, his mind was like iron, and when the great hatred was approaching, the angry killing intent was almost overflowing, how could he be given up by the person in front of him after a few words.

He was extremely fierce and indomitable, ignoring Qingjun dressed as a Taoist priest, and at this moment, only Huang Hu was left in his eyes.

Whoever stands in my way is the enemy!

"A mere warrior who is not in the stream dares to be so presumptuous!"

Qingjun was slightly angry, and snorted coldly, since he traveled to the present, with the prestige of the Taoist monks, who is not respectful and regarded as a guest, no one has dared to ignore his existence like this.

With his eyesight, he could naturally see that Pang Yuan's outgoing qi sense level was still far from the real martial arts realm, and it was difficult to attract his attention.

"Hmph, I can't spare you!"

His eyes were a little cold, Qingjun's Dao robe was shocked, his hands were pinched again and again, and the surging Taoist true power surged out.

Layers of transparent qi walls with faint white light condensed into the void, rising from the ground almost at the same time!

With his mind in mind, Qingjun instantly laid out twelve true law qi walls between the two.

The twelve layers of thick walls of true strength are all condensed by the Taoist true law, and the faint white light is swaying, running between the two people, and the layers of protection are extremely tight.

"Get out of here!"

Seeing that this person chose to be his enemy, Pang Yuan's thick eyebrows were raised, he roared, and without arguing, he swung out a violent punch, and the remnants of the vigorous internal qi in his body and the new life were also released.

The air was rudely squeezed open a passage by the iron fist, and the sonic boom exploded in a series of explosions, and the momentum was terrifying.

The gray-white qi that rushed out of the body and the evil black qi were mixed with each other, and before the sharp fists were spread, they first broke through the blocking wall of true strength.

However, the two qi senses of Pang Yuan's dense fists were almost exhausted after breaking through the two thick qi walls in front of his head.

This is not only the reason why Taoist True Power inherently greatly suppressed the internal qi of the Martial Dao.

What's more important is that Pang Yuan has just experienced a bloody battle, his qi sense is almost exhausted, there is not much left, and the trickle of new qi sense is not enough to support him to break through the obstacles.

The internal strength of the black Lion Demon Fist was extremely tenacious, and the remaining internal strength violently slammed into the third layer of transparent qi wall, causing the white light to tremble.

But in the end, it was in vain, and the clean black strength was consumed, and the third wall of true strength finally stabilized, standing still like a mountain, standing steadily in front.

"Poof..."

Qingjun sneered, looked contemptuous, and put his mind at ease.

Originally, it seemed that the attacker's body was majestic and magnificent, and his bearing was fierce, and he was also a little vigilant, in case he was hiding some extreme supernatural powers or secret treasures, so as not to capsize in the gutter.

I didn't want Pang Yuan to not even break through the first three layers of the twelve true strength walls he had laid down, and the qi in his body had already been exhausted, which was no different from the ordinary martial arts that Qingjun had encountered in the past, and even inferior, it was really ridiculous and generous.

"Fireflies dare to compete with Haoyue, ridiculous!"

"I thought I could look at you and I didn't know what was alive or dead, but today it will bear you. ”

Qingjun's face turned completely cold, mixed with a deep contempt and indifference, and Pang Yuan's behavior made him feel that he was greatly offended.

And this, in Qingjun's eyes, will definitely be washed away with the blood of the stupid martial arts cultivator in front of him.

"In a few days, I will complete the Dao realm, so sacrifice my magic sword with your blood.

Jin Yuan magic sword, hurry!"

Qingjun pointed at the same time, and shouted, and in the delicate and hidden sword box behind his back, a yellow and rapid sword light came out.

The sword light grew in the wind, like a snake like electricity, winding and uncertain, and in the blink of an eye, it was about to fly in front of Pang Yuan, who was blocked.

The snake-like sword light lightly swam around the neck, and a big head was presented.

Qingjun's expression was arrogant and confident, as if he had seen the tragic end of that strong martial cultivator, and this trick was tried and tested again and again to deal with this kind of martial cultivator whose internal qi was exhausted.

This is also the sorrow of the world's martial artists in the face of the Daomen monks in battle.

Dao Sect True Power is inherently ten times better than Martial Dao Internal Strength, taking Qingjun as an example.

During his travels, he had confrontations with martial arts cultivators, and most of the martial arts monks in the same realm could not even break their talisman methods when fighting, and Qingjun was invincible by nature, so there was no reason to be invincible.

In the early days of martial arts practice, this gap with Daomen monks was almost hopeless.

It all happened in an instant.

Thinking that the dust had settled, Qingjun's eyes sank, and there was a sense of uneasiness in his heart for no reason.

At this moment, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of Pang Yuan's mouth, cold and cruel, he raised his arms and swung his fist, his qi was exhausted, and the supreme fist mark containing incomparable power continued to move forward.

"Boom, boom!"

The white light flickered sharply, and the sound of shattering and collapsing was connected with a humming sound.

In Qingjun's incredible gaze, the strong protection of the white transparent qi wall was like paper paste at the moment, and the fist power was like a landslide, like a devastating and decaying, and the domineering fist prints were sweeping across the horizon.

In one fell swoop, Pang Yuan blasted open the remaining ten layers of thick and condensed Dao Law Qi Wall in an instant!

How can it be!

In the explosion of the collapse of the layers of qi walls, Qingjun's expression changed greatly, his face twitched, the alarm in his heart increased greatly, and a strong sense of crisis suddenly exploded.

With the subtle footwork under his feet, his figure flickered, unpredictable, and instinctively retreated at great speed.

The sharp sword light that was yellow and misty was even more controlled by Qing Jun and wandered towards the position shrouded in mist, slashing and slashing wantonly, in an attempt to force the enemy back.

However, that sense of crisis has always been with us.

The next moment, it was dark in front of him, Qingjun raised his head, and couldn't help but be horrified, his face flashed wildly.

Pang Yuan's body was terrifyingly fast, extremely fast, and instantly rushed through the bright yellow dexterous sword light swimming in the air, and the heavy iron fist continued to blast towards Qingjun.

In one fell swoop, he pierced through the ten layers of the extremely defensive thick wall of the White Light Dao Method, and Pang Yuan's fist seal did not weaken much, and it was still accompanied by a sharp air roar.

The innate power of the flesh is terrifying.

The distance is so close, life and death are the line between life and death.

Qingjun also experienced many battles, and he was able to make up his mind in times of crisis.

Gritting his teeth, in a hurry, he only had time to pat the Lingluo white jade belt on his waist, and his whole body was suddenly shrouded in a semicircular golden light shield.

"Hmph, I don't believe that the magic weapon given by the master will not be able to withstand the attack of a mere martial cultivator!"

Then, Qingjun's heart was ruthless, and the yellow sword light was as agile as a snake, and it never returned, and it reversed and stabbed straight at Pang Yuan's heart.

is a good young man, he is proud and decisive, and directly uses the tactics of the same end.

An invisible ripple burst open, and the wind raged.

Qingjun only felt a loud buzz in his ears, like a big bell suddenly ringing.

I saw that the golden light shield shrouded in a semicircle flashed wildly, trembling again and again, and a huge and clear fist mark stood out, extremely resolute, and blasted towards the Qingjun inside.

An irresistible force struck, and Qingjun only felt that his body flew backwards, completely out of control.

Even with the Lingluo White Jade Belt given to him, the attached Taoist Secret Technique Golden Light Shield was greatly weakened, and the fierce and domineering surging fist power still made Qingjun spit blood from his mouth.

"My golden light shield, it's impossible!How could this martial cultivator's attack be so powerful?!"

Qingjun's mind turned, and he was shocked to realize that under Pang Yuan's terrifying punch, the energy stored in the secret technique golden light cover was nearly half consumed for a while.

Qingjun's heart shook.

You must know that the secret magic golden light cover attached to this Lingluo white jade belt is very wonderful, coupled with the strength of the Taoist true power, according to common sense, this thin layer of golden light alone is enough to easily resist the martial arts realm several times without moving like a mountain.

And then there is the talisman treasure secretly given by the master, Qingjun is confident, even in the face of real martial artists, he can come and go freely.

"Ding!"

At the same time, there was a crisp crash.

The sharp and agile sword light smoothly stabbed Pang Yuan's defenseless heart, and he broke his clothes, but it was like stabbing a copper wall, and it bounced back!

It is completely unbreakable.

What a perverted body!

This scene made Qingjun's face even more ugly, as if he had eaten a dead child.

And Huang Hu, who was already panicked next to him, was even more at a loss, fell to the ground, regardless of the dust and mud, and retreated backwards with both hands on the ground.

Huang Hu was terrified, his hair was disheveled, and his gorgeous clothes were already covered with mud and grass clippings from the fall and tumbling, and they were dirty.

Pang Yuan looked back, a pair of eyes were deep and unfathomable, and he indifferently glanced at the yellow sword light that was forcibly ejected in mid-air, and he stabilized with a twist, and seemed to have a little confusion and stiffness.

"What a magic sword, but a pile of broken copper and iron. "I want to talk about "The Beast Turns Back" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "Youyue Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~