The right hand of northern Jiangsu holds the red sun, the left hand holds the bright moon, the sun and the moon are in the sky, and the divine power is beyond comprehension. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He walked slowly, not fast, but with an invincible power, like a god patrolling his own kingdom.

As soon as the vision of the sea with the bright moon and the rising sun came out, his whole person was promoted to a subtle realm, in which he was confident that he was absolutely invincible, representing the supreme combat power of this realm.

Xiahou Guanyu did not sit still, the corners of his eyes twitched, his face showed a hideous color, the golden-winged Dapeng behind him was fierce, and a pair of bird eyes coldly scanned the sun and moon in the sky. Then he unleashed his Peng fist, a pair of fists flashed with golden thunder and lightning, and a punch almost shattered the void, killing in an instant.

Su Bei also greeted each other with his fists, and the two of them struck each other with fists, and a terrifying thunder broke out, resounding throughout the small world of the Treasure Pavilion.

Under the blow of the two, they each took ten steps back, and then collided together in an even more terrifying attitude.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The two fought purely with fists, punching to the flesh, and when the fist hit the opponent's body, it was like hitting a golden stone, and bursts of roaring sounds.

This physical strength was far beyond the imagination of ordinary monks, and the onlookers were amazed and deeply shocked by the thrilling melee between the two.

In just half a pillar of incense, the two have been bombarded against each other no less than a thousand times.

At first, the two fought on an equal footing, with no one having an obvious upper hand or obvious passivity.

But after a thousand moves, Xiahou Guanyu began to slowly suffer pain, and when his fists were struck, he felt like being struck by lightning, and occasionally he was hit by Su Bei's fist on his body, and he also began to have obvious pain.

"This is impossible, my father God once used the 'Divine Bodhisattva' to baptize my physical body, so that my physical body is not broken, it can be called a peerless treasure body, how can it be compared to you, a rural cultivator?" Xiahou Guanyu roared loudly, obviously in disbelief.

Su Bei shrugged his shoulders, slammed a punch on Xiahou Guanyu's temple, blasted it out three feet away, and said with a smile: "Rural casual cultivation, that is, hard fists, if you don't accept it, you will come to bombard it again for three thousand rounds." ”

"Ignorant people, think that the flesh is strong and can win against me? The flesh is only my weakest link, I will not fall behind if I attack you with this weak ring, and now I will kill you with my magical powers, you will not have the slightest chance. Xiahou Guanyu said with a sneer.

Su Bei pursed his lips disdainfully, and sneered, "I'm not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue."

"Be careful, he's afraid he's going to use the talent of the Xiahou clan, and he can't be underestimated. Su Bei's ears sounded Qin Chaiyue's voice.

"I, Xiahou Guanyu, am gifted, and became a ninth-order monk at the age of seventeen, opening up the Divine Sea, and giving birth to the vision of the Divine Sea of the Great Peng. But this is not my strongest means, the strongest means of my Xiahou clan have always been the innate supernatural powers of my Xiahou clan. My ancestor was born when the One True Realm was opened, and he was the first batch of innate gods in this boundless cosmic sea, and what flowed in my body was the blood of the innate gods.

Two divine rays shot out from Xiahou Guanyu's eyes, as long as a hundred zhang, like two brilliant divine pillars, and the divine power was terrifying.

Then a god phantom appeared behind him, wearing a purple and gold crown and a gilded dragon robe, his face was faint, but he exuded a great majesty that ordinary people could not bear at all.

A spear reappeared in Xiahou Guanyu's hand, and at the same time, the Demon God Phantom behind him pointed like a sword, and smashed a divine light into the spear.

The spear was as cold as jade, and the body of the spear had not moved, and the divine power contained in it seemed to be about to collapse the void.

"Scattered cultivation in the countryside, give me death!"

Xiahou Guanyu roared angrily, and with absolute confidence, he shot and killed.

Su Bei also pulled out the long sword given by Qin Chaiyue, did not retreat, but advanced, and fought hard with Xiahou Guanyu's spear wrapped in the power of the gods.

"Bang!"

The guns and swords struck each other, and they were separated with one touch, Xiahou Guanyu did not move, Su Bei took twenty steps back one after another, and a stream of scarlet sweet blood gushed into his throat, and he forcibly swallowed it back.

The battle has been going on so far, and this is the first time that northern Jiangsu has been so passive.

"It's a bit interesting", Su Bei licked his lips, and there seemed to be a trace of bloody blood remaining in his mouth, making him more focused on the next battle, "It turns out that this is the talent of your Xiahou Divine Clan, the blood is fused with the power of the ancestors, and once it is summoned, it can increase the combat power tenfold." ”

"I only know now, it's too late! You will definitely die today, and this martial arts platform will be the place where your corpse is ambushed!" Xiahou Guanyu said coldly.

"Yes, I've been waiting for a long time, and your talent is nothing more than that. If you stop there, it's still unclear who will kill the deer next!"

Su Bei's eyes also became cold in an instant, and he walked like a tiger, and every step secretly met the avenue of heaven and earth.

The nine-colored butterflies are sunset on the avenue, and northern Jiangsu is equivalent to feeling the avenue at all times, and the understanding of the avenue is absolutely unmatched in this realm.

Then he urged the vision of the Divine Sea in the sky of the sun and the moon to the extreme, and the waves of the Divine Sea in the dantian were monstrous, and the spiritual power was raging, surging in his body, making every inch of his flesh and blood dormant with infinite divine power.

Even if he was frustrated by Xiahou Guanyu's talent just now, Su Bei was still confident that he was invincible, and in the realm of junior monks, he represented the top combat power.

Subei walked forward step by step, each step made the void roar, and the ripples of the avenue formed ripples visible to the naked eye, stirring around.

Xiahou Guanyu was shocked, and felt the aura of danger, which made him feel very incredible, how could there be a junior monk who could threaten himself who had already displayed his natural powers?

The spear in Xiahou Guanyu's hand roared, and the divine phantom behind him shot out more than a dozen divine rays one after another, making the spear really become the most terrifying killing weapon.

The spear attacked again, vowing to kill Subei, and never returned in vain.

But at this moment, Subei and the Great Dao are fused together, carrying the boundless killing aura, and he is no longer afraid to carry a spear with the power of the gods.

Su Bei's movements are not fast, and he can see every sword and punch he throws with the naked eye, but his every move is blended with the Great Dao, and his power is incomparable. At this moment, he was like a god among junior monks, representing the ultimate power of this realm, unrivaled and invincible.

"Boom!"

The long sword in Su Bei's hand collided with Xiahou Guanyu's spear carrying the power of the gods again, this time he was not repulsed, but the huge force of the collision directly shattered Xiahou Guanyu's tiger's mouth, making his spear come out of his hand.

Then Su Bei punched Xiahou Guanyu in the chest, knocking him out of thirty zhang, spurting out several mouthfuls of blood on the way, if it weren't for a piece of heart-protecting jade on his chest, he might have lost his life with this punch.

At this time, the divine power of northern Jiangsu is incomparable, and in the realm of junior monks, there is no opponent in sight.