The old Taoist priest is very powerful, and his internal strength is quite strong.

The number of internal forces is not simply related to the number of years, it is not a straight line form of y=ax, but an upward curve. From low to high, the further back you go, the more internal force you add for each additional year. In the same way, the more effort, talent, and time is expended with each year. Especially, after entering the innate and breaking the customs.

In another world, for example, each additional heaven after the innate is more powerful than the previous one. In particular, when the person who breaks through to the king enters the Heavenly King, and when the Heavenly King enters the Holy Yuan, there will be a big jump. So far, Teacher Yang and Queen Yang together don't know how deep the internal power of the Saint Yuan level is. Although Wu Jianniang's level is high enough, it is enough to convert the past, but it has only been less than three months since she rejuvenated, and she has not fully recovered her skills.

Although the quality is extremely high, the quantity has not been satisfied. Just like the legendary mage in the online game, every skill has evolved into a legendary skill, but the total amount of MP is insufficient, and the ultimate ultimate move cannot be issued.

Therefore, how thick is the power of one hundred and thirty years, and how can the power of one hundred and thirty years be squandered, this Yang Qi really doesn't know.

And today, this old Taoist priest who is pure and void has let her see it.

"Feiyun sleeves!" The old Taoist priest waved his arms, stretched out his two big sleeves, and the surging internal strength rolled up a strong wind, whistling towards Yang Qi who was more than ten meters away. As soon as the figure flashed, Yang Qi avoided it instantly, and heard a hula sound, and the place where she originally stood was like being blown by a storm, and the ground was rolled up two inches. Countless sand and gravel were shot backwards like hidden weapons, full of strength.

Sou. Yang Qi instantly rushed to the front of Lao Dao. A wide-open wyvern kicked the old man's door.

And the old way hugged his arms empty. The posture was dashing towards the ring ahead—there was another hula sound, and the violent force was like forming a tornado in the void, completely enveloping Yang Qi inside.

"You evil obstacle, watch the poor Dao refine you!" The words in his mouth were very immortal, and the methods of the old way were not too far behind. The true qi around him erupted from every pore as if he didn't want money, and the invisible and colorless power rushed into the air like a hanging. Like a cocoon of energy, Yang Qi's whole person was wrapped in it, and this internal force was endless. Like a mixture of a press and a drum, even a rhinoceros will be kneaded into slag when it comes in.

Such a means, such an internal force, is really unprecedented.

But the old man's face suddenly flashed with green energy, his expression was painful, and the true qi erupting from his palm was instantly chaotic. The next moment, with a bang, the true qi cocoon shattered, and Yang Qi killed as it was, with one foot with infinite heat, and kicked down towards the old man.

The old man gritted his teeth. took a sharp breath, and waved his arms and sleeves angrily: "Die!"

The true qi on the big sleeves spreads out layer upon layer like the tide of the sea. Together, they formed a large, low roar that sounded terrifying. One foot and one sleeve collided together, boom, and the effect of the previous explosion of the roof was repeated, and the ground burst into countless smoke and dust as if it had been bombarded.

Click, Lao Dao flew out, stepped on the ground with his feet and made a few deep footprints, and quickly stopped his body. He waved his sleeves, his long beard fluttered, and he looked like he was holding a fairy wind dao bone, and said sharply: "Shaft, can you see the means of poor Dao?"

The smoke and dust gradually fell, and more than ten meters on the opposite side, Yang Qi shook the foot that kicked out, and snorted: "There is enough internal force." ”

Lao Dao snorted coldly, and pointed at Yang Qi with his sword: "You are young, and you have more than forty years of skill. Practicing kung fu is even more outstanding, which is really rare. But in the face of the poor road, it is still like a firefly to Haoyue, if you don't know what to do, your backhand can crush you like a maggot!"

"Really?" Yang Qi took a moment: "But why do I always feel that you are a little?"

Lao Dao frowned slightly, and his face became ugly with subtlety. When the dust settled, I saw that Yang Qi on the other side was unharmed. Even the shoes worn by the kicked foot were intact. There are a lot of internal forces in unknown years for forty years, but Yang Qi's internal force has successfully protected the clothes around her.

This is something unusual.

Hmph, Yang Qi's trembling foot was put down, the acupoints in his legs were loud, all the xenomorph internal forces had been expelled, and Lao Dao's face was even more ugly.

"Inexplicably, I feel that you are imaginary, and I am also puzzled by this, so I can only ......" Yang Qi bent down and squatted slightly, his legs accumulating: "Practice makes true knowledge!"

Boom, the ground exploded, and Yang Qi punched with monstrous momentum. Lao Dao's expression was extremely ugly, he roared, his sleeves waved, and the infinite internal force was superimposed, fighting Yang Qi angrily.

The fire spread, stretching from the study to all the rooms. The wooden temple was moistened in the drizzle and destroyed by fire. When the wet wood burned, it produced a large amount of thick black smoke, and from a distance, the fire was soaring into the sky, and the smoke was billowing out, and the end was terrifying.

The thieves who had fled all the way down the mountain looked back at the top, all of them looking horrified. With such a huge movement, I'm afraid there is no place in the entire Qingcheng Mountain that can't be seen. There is no martial arts sect on this Qingcheng Mountain, but I don't know how many old Taoist priests and old monsters live in seclusion. It is said that Wang Chongyang, who has been in the middle of the divine power, is powerful, but Wang Chongyang, who has been keen on fighting for most of his life, is by no means the most diligent person in the Taoist sect. Then Jia Tengying dared to make such a big fuss in this place, wasn't he afraid of being surrounded by old monsters and killed?

No, run quickly, you must run away!

The panicked thieves did not notice that in the dark mountain forest, another group of people was quickly in place. They were dressed in pitch-black armor and blended in with the night. Blowguns, lassoes, light bows, all of them. Running here quickly from a distance in the mountains consumes a lot of energy, but this group of people is still breathing, and there is no snorting and panting. They lurked in the night, coldly observing the thieves who fled in panic.

"O rabble. The leader was Han Bing, who observed the movements of the thieves, and couldn't help shaking her head in her heart: "Headless flies running around in an unorganized manner are really a plate of loose sand." But maybe the same was true of us back then. She remembered that during the Battle of the Frost Cave, the disciples of the sect rushed up in a chaotic manner, no better than the prostitute thieves scurrying in front of her. I couldn't help blushing slightly.

"Still. It's easier for us to move. Han Bing pulled out a scroll. Inside is a portrait drawn by Yang Qi himself, a person specially designated to be arrested or killed. These portraits are 100 times stronger than the kind of wanted warrant posted at the entrance of the county government that can draw Zhang Muzhi as Zhang Mazi, and use the same method as a prisoner to take a photograph to draw an accurate three views, and indicate the height and other information. Even at this night, taking advantage of the firelight will not admit mistakes.

"A squad of five, capture the target, be careful not to be noticed by others—on!" Han Bing gestured like a special forces, and everyone immediately moved silently. In action. Han Bing couldn't help but look back at the place where the fire was rushing into the sky, and he was worried in his heart. Boss, this Qingcheng Mountain is not a place to stay for a long time after all, and it must be quickly completed and evacuated!

At this time, there was a commotion from the distance. The sound was faint because it was too far away, but it must have been a deafening explosion at the source. At the same time, the fire in Qingxuguan increased rapidly, just like someone stirred this pot of "firewood" with a fire stick.

In the view of emptiness.

The two dodged and exchanged blows all the way, breaking through room after room. Strength and fists and feet fought hard, destroying a wooden wall. Knocked down one pillar after another. The temple collapsed with a clatter, and the flames spread violently. The entire Qingxu Temple was caught in flames.

"Drink ——! sea of clouds!" The old Taoist priest's big sleeves fluttered, just like the Tsing Yi dancing water sleeves in Peking Opera, and the big windmill rolled up like a hula. Infinite internal power erupted and radiated, like the eye of a typhoon, rolling up countless flames and attacking the opposite side. The flames were monstrous, forming a tornado of fire, and the momentum was amazing. And Yang Qi was holding a weapon, and he rushed straight up without dodging or dodging.

The weapon slashed through the flame tornado all the way, and finally collided with the palm wind, exploding with a loud roar and splashing countless blood flowers.

Who's the blood flower?

It's not an old way, the old way has a lot of true qi around his body to the point where he can form a protective shield, and if the qi wall is not broken, he will not be injured. At the same time, it is not Yang Qi's, even if the master of internal strength can beat her with internal injuries, it is difficult to bleed. Her physical resistance, among all the people she has seen so far, only the Black Death Emperor can inevitably break the defense with his bare hands.

It's not you or me, then there's only one possibility - that "weapon".

"You, you thief, you devil!" Old Dao was angry and anxious, and his face flashed with blue anger: "He actually killed my disciple!"

That's right, look at Yang Qi's hands, the so-called "weapon" turned out to be a Taoist priest who was clear and void. Just now, those Taoist priests were all smashed by Yang Qi's barrage and fell to the ground screaming, and although Yang Qi's hand bones were good, they were not all good, and they could only exert the power of the sixth or seventh layer of the dragon elephant. Since this is the case, let's make use of it, pick up the Taoist priest as a weapon, and smash it like a mountain hammer, and the power is not low.

It's just that the Taoist priest who was caught in his hands had already broken his leg, and after being played like a nunchuck, he howled like purgatory on earth and was about to die.

"Cruelty? I can't talk about it, he was very energetic when he was in my hands at the beginning, and you killed him in the end. And, smell this smell...... "The demon king leaned over and sniffed it, grinning very evilly: "Well, there is still a bit of a fishy smell, three ripe, not as good as the woman you roasted in the ground." A fake with nothing on the surface.,It's quite serious when it's perverted.。 ”

At the mention of this, Lao Dao's expression was shocked, and his face was ugly and unstoppable, and he looked very weird in the firelight. He roared, pounced, and slapped his palms into an immeasurable wind: "Death to the obstacle!"

"Hahahaha!" Yang Qi threw away the weapon in his hand, and his hands were glued, but it was a very rare kung fu to use his strength. The pure yang internal force of the Supreme Gong is condensed between the palms of the fingers, and the wind is fierce with the old Dao palm, making a sound like fried meat.

Lao Dao's big sleeves fluttered, and the true qi around his body rolled and condensed into a wall of qi, and any attack was as difficult to enter as if he was stuck in a quagmire after entering his body a foot, which was extremely terrifying. The amount of internal force expended to maintain the storage of the qi wall at all times is really unimaginable, and even the innate sixfold wind supreme cannot do so in its heyday. Looking at the golden book, only a certain sweeping monk in the Tianlong era had a similar table, and that sweeping monk can be regarded as the highest force value of the entire book.

In the face of such a miraculous skill, Yang Qi was not afraid, but took the initiative to attack. Carry with both palms, and move left and right with the strength of the old way in the way of Tai Chi pushing. The two danced opposite each other, especially the old Taoist big sleeves fluttering and long beards flying, which was really handsome. But actually. The old man's expression was ugly. More and more internal forces condensed in the palm of his fingers. The air seemed to be shaken out of a twisted haze. But Yang Qi's palms were unharmed, and the Supreme Gong did not show any decline, and he was not timid at all.

"What, are you still annoyed and angry when you say that you have a false appearance?" His arms were twisted, and Yang Qi was heartbroken: "I haven't even broken the Jiazi Heavenly Pass, what is it if I don't have a false appearance?" If the internal strength of the master of breaking the level is steel, yours is a big ball of mud, and the soft desire is weak. Isn't it a shame to let it out and pretend to be a master?"

That's right, the internal force of this old way is really enough, and it is particularly terrifying. But in essence, it is not a higher energy. The "breakthrough" of this world is not exactly the same as the "innate" of another world, but many principles are common, and the internal force will be qualitatively improved after breaking the level. How sharp the innate sword qi is, in the final analysis, it is also because the innate true qi is condensed enough and advanced enough. The day after tomorrow is to release the force or something, unless there is a special skill. Otherwise there is not much practical use.

This old Tao has no special skills, and his only exaggeration is that the amount of internal force is too exaggerated and too much. It's so much that it almost doesn't seem to run out.

"Shut up, shut up!" Old Dao's face was hideous when he heard this, his face was even more green, and his true qi poured into his palm in large quantities: "If it weren't for you little bastard, this seat would have been—"

Just when the flame in his heart was the hottest, he saw the demon on the opposite side laughing, and at the same time rubbing his palms, like a big ball. One belt and one lean, the old Tao's palm power has been involuntarily taken away. The air mass formed by the convergence of infinite internal power was actually deflected and smashed to the ground.

Boom, boom, loud bang, the earth seemed to be blasted in a directional way. This explosion was extraordinary, and no one could have imagined that an extremely large amount of internal forces could gather together to form such an explosion. A deep pit was directly opened on the ground, and a large amount of sediment and gravel rose into the sky, soaring into the air like a mushroom cloud for dozens of meters.

In the chaos, Lao Dao's figure quickly withdrew from the center of the explosion and staggered to a stand. The qi wall around him is still there, so he is not stained with the slightest dust, and he still looks chic and unworldly. But obviously the consumption and impact on him this time was not small, and his face was very ugly all of a sudden. At the same time, the whole face seemed to be dyed, turning a terrifying blue-gray.

"Hmm......" Lao Dao covered his heart, so he didn't kneel directly on the ground. The yin qi of the backlash was already difficult to suppress, he gasped for two breaths and whispered hatefully: "Hateful! If it weren't for the lack of heads, how could this seat be so humiliated......" He looked up at the opposite side and roared sharply: "The kung fu you made is not the Vajra Palm? Who are you!"

There was a bang, the mud and sand fell, and a voice came from the mud and sand: "King Kong Palm? admit my mistake, I'm just a flower thief." ”

"Flower thief?" Although countless answers have been conceived, this one answer is too unexpected, Lao Dao couldn't help but be stunned, and then shouted: "You and I don't have river water, why are you embarrassed by me?

"The well water doesn't interfere with the river water? Hehe, you're really joking, we're making a big mistake. "Bang bang bang, white things fell from the sky mixed with the mud and sand, and if you look closely, they are white bones. There are ribs, femurs, metacarpals, but there is no skull. Lao Dao suddenly remembered that the place where he had just hit was the place where those women were buried, no wonder the ground was so soft, and the boss exploded with one palm.

In the rain of bones, the voice of the demon came: "You see, I am a flower thief, and I am determined to be the first flower thief in the world, so this whole world is my garden." And you, on the other hand, barbecued, shredded, and crushed the flowers in my garden. You say, are we having a big grudge?"

"You ......" Lao Dao wanted to say something, but he saw that the falling mud and sand were suddenly squeezed open a void hole, and Yang Qi's body shuttled like a streamer, and punched Lao Dao's chest.

"You can't kill me! I have infinite power, I crush you like an ant!" Lao Dao roared, his spirit improved unprecedentedly, and time seemed to slow down suddenly. The internal force of the whole body erupted from all the acupuncture points, condensing into a thick wall of qi. Although it is an acquired skill, a sufficient amount can also bring amazing results. With this air wall protector, most attacks can be bounced off, and if you can't bounce attacks, you can at least bounce off yourself. Like the wind blowing leaves, the fallen leaves are not harmed, it is really a very incomprehensible martial art.

But at this moment, in the slowed field of vision, in the perspective of what seemed to be real and illusory, Lao Dao saw another phantom overlapping on the demon's body in a trance. The rest of the qiē can't be seen clearly. He only felt that the real illusory shadow had a pair of eyes that were absolutely indifferent and absolutely penetrating. The inhuman gaze made him stiffen. It seems that there is nothing to hide in secrets.

Your own strengths, weaknesses, doors, and lifeblood. A qiē is seen through.

In a trance, a clever man, he came back to his senses and found that there was no illusion, and all of them seemed to be just his hallucinations. But the next moment, a burning fist slammed into his qi wall, and then, like a tofu scum project, the qi wall was pierced in an instant, and it was useless.

"This ——!," the old Taoist was shocked. That happens to be the weakest point of his qi wall.

How does this demon know?! Could it be that the phantom ......

But he soon ran out of thoughts, because the next moment the demon raised his hand and firmly grasped his three-foot long beard.

The Adversary smiled at him, and in an instant, all his clothes were soaked through cold sweat.

"Ah————!! "Don't start the internal strength like your life, the old way fought everything. The qi wall collided violently with the arm stuck in it, repulsing it, but at the same time, the supreme power of the supreme yang and the rigid went up against the current and bombarded the face of the old man.

A crackling sound sounded from the old man's face. It's like a firecracker is being set off. The next moment, the adversary laughed. Grab the white beard and pull it with one arm. Under the combined effect of the dragon elephant's great power and supreme merit, the blood flashed, and in the indescribable tearing sound, the old man screamed distorted.

Boom, the true qi shook, and the old qi wall finally exerted its power and got out of the war. He staggered and fell out, his hands over his face and howling. At the same time, looking back at Yang Qi, the end of the white beard she was holding in her hand was actually half a face.

The chin, mouth, nose, cheeks, and part of the neck are basically the areas covered by the mask - such a piece of skin, torn off raw, dripping with blood.

"Ah——! you, you bastard! You bastard! You dog bastard who kills a thousand knives!——!" Lao Dao looked up, his face had become something like a set prop in a zombie movie.

"Oh, sure enough, people just can't wear masks. Look, your face now is more representative of your nature. "Among the white bones that fell like rain, the demon king had no mercy. With a wave of her hand, her white whiskers and cheeks were thrown straight into the fire, curling, shrinking, charring, charring, and burning.

"Why, why didn't anyone come!" The old Taoist roared to the sky with a big grin, and his voice rolled and echoed in the mountains: "Dao Ancestor, fellow Daoists, why don't you come to the aid of the poor Dao! Qingcheng Mountain is the same as the branches, you have to see death and not save it!"

"You don't care about anyone else. As soon as Yang Qi's feet moved, the person had disappeared from the spot in an instant, and he punched Lao Dao.

Boom—with a sharp thud, the fist struck the elastic wall of qi to the limit. Then, with a shock of his wrist, a fiery fist flew out of his body and slammed into Lao Dao's ribs in the blink of an eye. Woo la, like barbecue, instantly left a red golden fist mark on Lao Dao's body.

If the internal force of the old way is a lot of mud, Yang Qi's internal force is limited wood. Although it is not steel, in the same amount, wood can crusher the mud into slag.

"Ah——!" Lao Dao's scream, his face was full of green qi and turned into blue and black.

"Oh, I'm afraid of the heat, that's easy, just get used to it - keep going!" With a bang, one by one the crimson golden fist prints slammed into Lao Dao's body, and the originally chic and elegant Dao robe was instantly tattered. The old way roared and shouted wildly, and his sleeves danced like the wind, but the general trend had gone, and he couldn't return to the sky.

"If not—if not——!"

"Shut up Lao Tzu and die quietly!" boom, a fist blow, straight to the chest. The qi wall was torn, and the supreme skill turned into a red golden fist shadow, blasting at the dantian of the old road like a cannonball with the sound of a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring.

Lao Dao kept wiping his feet on the ground and retreated, his face was flushed, his eyes bulged, and then he opened his mouth and spurted out a cloud of blood. And this blood also has green qi in it, this green qi is as cold and weird as the ghost fire in a mass grave, Yang Qi frowned and stopped slightly. Instinctively, she didn't want to touch the green qi, just like she didn't want to touch Xiang.

"You, you wait for the old man, I won't die today, tomorrow will be your death!" the old man shouted, turned and flew away. His internal strength is really thick enough, his arms are immeasurable, he soars into the air like a bird, and his speed is extremely amazing.

However, the people of the rivers and lakes are not good at this, that is, they like to say a word before leaving at any time.

Whoosh, a piece of white bone fell in mid-air. Yang Qishun picked it up and looked at it, it was a vertebrae.

"I don't know what it's called, I don't mind if I borrow a bone, right?" The Supreme Gong poured into the vertebrae, and the miserable white seeping figure emitted a brilliant golden red light. Yang Qi took a look, and then, like an Olympic athlete, strode forward, straightened his right arm, twisted his waist and turned - throw!

The golden-red light flashed, and the old man who was flying in the air in the distance screamed miserably and fell. By the light of the fire, Yang Qi saw that the bone was inserted into Lao Dao's lower back. It's not the same from nature to day after tomorrow, if it's the wind supreme, even if you run for your life in a panic, you can dodge it. But this old way, it can only be skewered with sturdy meat.

Yang Qi did not immediately pursue, but turned around and ran into the fire.

Bang kicked a large piece of burning beams and rubble, and Yang Qi jumped off the underground palace.

In this fire, the underground palace is the safest place to go. Yang Qi had already arranged the women who were still alive in a place far away from the burning range, now let's go and confirm their survival before anything else.

Five minutes later, no one in the world completed their respective tasks, and they also rushed into the void.

In another ten minutes, the brigade withdrew. The wind comes and goes, as if there has never been a zài.

After more than 20 minutes again, an old Taoist priest in simple clothes walked leisurely. His steps seemed to be slow and fast, and he walked clearly and clearly step by step, but in an instant, he arrived in front of Qingxuguan. In the Qingxu view, the flames were blazing, turning all the qiē into ashes. And under the light of the fire, there was a line of big characters left at the gate of Qingxuguan.

[Murderer Flower Thief Jia Tengying]

The simple old man watched silently for a long time, and then walked into the mountains and forests. In a few moments, he came to a large tree. It was bloodstained here, and it was the place where the faceless old man was shot down, but there was no body after all. The simple old man shook his head, and finally turned around and left, leaving only a faint sigh: "Baicheng, Baicheng, although the Tao is one foot high, the demon is one foot high......"

What is the way to understand, what is the devil to understand, but it is not clear.

It's just that one thing is very clear: this river and lake is destined to have a resurgence of turmoil. (To be continued......)

ps: I originally wanted to write this morning, but in the morning I was pulled by the coach to abuse him as a dog, and finally I didn't even have the strength to go home. I struggled to write it all afternoon, and the whole 7k chapter (six thousand nine to be exact) was quickly transmitted. I'll write another chapter later, and I'll send it out tonight or tomorrow morning. R1292