However, this is not all the attack of the old man of Shengyang, after the old man swung out the first palm, followed by the second palm, this palm is not the slightest difference compared with the previous palm, the palm of the wind is contained, with a high temperature of more than 300 degrees and a huge shock force of the thunder and lightning power is implied, the palm around the infinite storm gathered, the blade-like energy will be around the half of the corridor that was already like a gravel field completely turned into a smoke-like powder, in the wind swirled into a sky of dust, the second palm, the second heavy blow, fell on the chest of silver dust, compared with the position of the first blow without the slightest deviation。

A two-palm combo, or a combo in the same position, such an attack is only afraid that even the master of the five-fold qi will die on the spot. Any monk, even a Yuanying master, would be shocked to the ground by a few heavy blows to the same position, and even his bones might turn into powder.

This was the scene that Silver Dust saw in his eyes, after the two palms of the Rising Sun Master were fast and full of infinite coercion, there was no next third palm, and the old man could not flash behind Silver Dust like a standard staggered defense, because after two palms, Silver Dust had already flown away like a piece of rotten paper. It was only at this moment that Silver Dust felt that he was flying, and was forced back into the dark corridor by the old man's two consecutive blows with the boundless power of the "Broken Void Palm", and was even forced into a wall by the boundless force superimposed on each other, and then there was darkness in front of him, and a large amount of rubble fell with a bang, blocking the passage in front of him and burying him in the dark ruins.

The robe of the Hanshan Temple on Yinchen's body was undamaged under such a terrifying bombardment, in the thunder and lightning of the 300-degree heat.

Silver Dust's body was embedded in the wall, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood in desperation and pain, and was even shocked to find that the blood was mixed with a broken liver. Silver Dust's face changed miserably, and his eyes turned black for a while, and he desperately opened the arcane space, not with his hands, but with his spiritual power, swallowing a pill that was said to be able to heal almost any internal organ injury instantly, and he didn't even have time to chew it.

The pill wasn't bitter at all, and even had a mellow herbaceous scent. Silver Dust closed his eyes and used all his strength to mobilize the power of all the Xuan Ice in the realm, launching a powerful move of high-pressure ice.

The collapse in front of it was wrapped in a thick layer of dark ice, and a strange cold quickly penetrated into the rubble, causing them to crack thousands of finger-wide cracks, and then Silver Dust shouted as if he was going crazy:

"Burning Hell!"

A sea of fire flickered beneath the frozen rubble, followed by an earth-shattering bang.

Silver Dust watched the dust and mist slowly dissipate, the big pit full of sunlight, slowly closed his eyes, and at this time, he handed over his life to a finished pill that had been placed for thousands of years to adjudicate.

After the old man of Shengyang swung out the two palms that could almost be called divine skills in a row, he "proudly took his hands" and turned around and walked to the other end of the passage that had not yet collapsed, he didn't even need to send out a third palm, just the Gangfeng brought by the two attacks could turn all the rocks within a radius of 60 steps into powder, turning half of the corridor into a large pit and a pile of gravel with sharp corners. The old man stood with his hands in his hands, but there was not the slightest expression of victory on his face, only a slight trace of grief to meet the end, he was not actually a genius who could truly comprehend the mysteries, otherwise how could he have lost half his life? The move he had just made was an extremely rare and almost legendary [forbidden move] in the circle of monks.

That move, there are two ways in total, and it is extremely powerful, enough to kill the enemy who has turned into five layers of qi, but it is also very expensive.

The price of that kind is not the exhaustion of longevity, not the death on the spot, but the very ordinary price, in the rivers and lakes, in the small circle of monks, such a price seems to be commonplace, but it is very cruel. The price of those two heavy blows was to completely destroy the dantian.

To put it simply, it is to abolish one's own divine skills.

The old man's move of the rising sun must drain all the vitality in the dantian, leaving no trace behind, at the cost of all the vitality and cultivation foundation, in order to be completed by luck.

At this time, the old man of Shengyang, although his body was straight and did not look rickety, but his body was already empty, and there was no longer the slightest divine cultivation, he had become a complete ordinary person at this time, an ordinary person without a trace of Yuan Force, any little guy who was heavy in "Qingfeng Duel" could kill him in an instant.

"Be a good person in the next life! Cultivate the Divine Skill and also pick up the righteous path Divine Skill to practice!" After the Venerable Master said these last words, he walked towards the dark corridor with his hands in his hands, his figure clearly extinguished in the faint kerosene light, exuding an aura of silence, a earth-shattering insignificance and ordinariness, and a burning emptiness after an explosion.

If there are no accidents, this is the end of the name of the Ascending Sun Master. This is the end of such a stubborn, ordinary, unswerving old man who regards himself and his sect as the righteous path, his end must be to disappear into the boundless underground corridor in such an ordinary and gloomy manner, and there will never be any news again, he may be killed by the mechanism, shot to death by those robot-like puppets, poisoned by some poisonous gas, or most ordinary, lost in the endless corridor, frozen to death, starvation, thirst, and exhaustion, maybe today, millions of years later, his bones will be fossilized, discovered by a group of archaeologists, and placed under a microscope for good study。

Yet the world never believes in ifs, just as Moscow does not believe in tears.

A huge explosion came from behind him, and a terrifying wave of air almost blew the old man to the ground, and the old man turned his head in shock, watching the collapse turn into the tiniest dust in the explosion of ice and the skyrocketing fire, and the wrinkles on his face immediately convulsed into an ugly mess of twine. "How is this possible?" the old man had just flashed through his mind when he was robbed of all consciousness by a faint tingling pain in his shoulder.

A crossbow bolt pierced him in the shoulder, and a wave of anesthetic brought him down. In the passage in front of him, 28 young women in pink robes were organizing 40 men in various costumes to grope their way towards this side like puppets, one of them was a woman with red phoenix eyes and cheeks as red as apricots, no, it should be said that a 13-year-old girl with a very thick makeup was slowly and triumphantly replacing the light crossbow in her hand with another arrow.

On the other side, Silver Dust was gradually losing consciousness due to serious injuries. (To be continued.) )