"Humph!"

Tong Yin Zhong snorted coldly, his face changed slightly, his body shook a few times, and finally he couldn't help it, and took a few steps back. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But Ye Ke on the other side just shook his body for a moment.

The two of them shot twice, and each time they were victorious, although Tong Yin Zhong had the blood of the Protoss flowing and the sword was brilliant, Ye Ke's divine power was even stronger.

Although Ye Ke is only the strength of the Taiyi Golden Immortal, what he cultivates is the Taixuan Divine Skill of the True Martial Emperor's Descendant Transmission Method, whether it is the True Yuan or the martial arts, it is much stronger than Tong Yin Zhong, who has been hiding in the world for a thousand years.

At this time, Tong Yin Zhong's heart was extremely shocked, he had strong self-confidence, such as those four sect disciples, land immortal-level figures, in his eyes, they were just characters that could be easily defeated, so when he heard that those four people were defeated by Ye Ke, although he was surprised in his heart, he was only surprised.

His supernatural powers and martial arts, but after a thousand years of hard cultivation and polishing, when he washed the Water Moon Cave Heaven in blood a few years ago, no one was his opponent, even the descendants of the Long family who cultivated the Dragon Divine Skill did not have the strength of the one named Tong Bo five hundred years ago, and was easily killed by him.

But Ye Ke in front of him struck casually, and the martial arts true yuan was even stronger and more majestic than his. When the world boy Yin Zhong's sharp sword seemed to be slashed on a mountain, it shook his true yuan.

What's even more terrifying is that his brilliant sword intent has no effect on Ye Ke at all.

"How is this possible?"

Tong Yinzhong's heart was extremely shocked.

Not to mention Long Teng, the great general next to Qin II, it was the ancestor of Chen Tuan more than a hundred years ago, the original Master Zhong Kui, when he was walking in the Yongqin area, he fought with him, and he didn't dare to fight him head-on.

"I'm going to crush you completely!"

Tong Yinzhong's eyes were already red, he roared wildly, raised the sword in his hand again, leaned forward, and swung the sword with a sword!

This sword qi is even stronger, and the sword qi is soaring, like a long rainbow, like a magnificent training that flies straight down to three thousand feet.

This is Tong Yinzhong's true level, this is the most powerful embodiment of the Protoss's lineage, and this is the first blow he has re-emerged after a thousand years of dormancy!

He Tong Yin Zhong firmly believes that if he is given hundreds of years of hard work, this sword Changhong, even if it is as majestic as Huashan, it can be split into two!

And the invincible sword intent that was chilling to the hearts of the people was even more overwhelming, as if turning the earth into frost.

Ye Ke smiled coldly, still as just now, raised the halberd in his hand, and fought back head-on

Taixuan Divine Skill, the vast and incomparable True Yuan, the condensed as the substance, the thick as the mountain is as fierce as the matchless, although the Gang Qi is not as long as Tong Yin Zhong's sword qi as long as a flying rainbow, but it is extremely solid.

Ye Ke waved his halberd!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

With the sound of the sound, in Tong Yinzhong's incredulous gaze, Ye Ke's long halberd qi continued to be several feet long, and it actually split his Feihong sword qi of more than ten zhang from it, which could be described as a knife in two!

This kind of contrast is like someone using a small axe to split the big Huashan, and the terrifying power contained in it directly makes people feel awe.

Correspondingly, Tong Yin Zhong's invincible sword intent that is as brilliant as practice, for Ye Ke, it is like a breeze blowing on a hill, and the moon shining on the river.

"What about the sword like Changhong? The essence of martial arts immortal law is power! ”

Ye Ke looked at the frightened Tong Yinzhong and said indifferently.

Whether it is martial arts, immortal methods, or the so-called magic weapons of competition, in the final analysis, it is a struggle for strength, speed and skill.

But in all of this, power is the foundation of this.

Even if you have a speed of 108,000 miles and a skill of 72 changes, you will only be suppressed in the face of the Five Elements Mountain created by the Buddha with Sumeru mustard seeds.

I saw Ye Ke leap forward, and he had already arrived in front of Tong Yinzhong, and the halberd with a faint glow was cut off on his head, as if the mighty momentum of Mount Tai was overwhelming, and there was a determination to turn the mountain into a peak, and move forward.

Tong Yinzhong did not hesitate to believe that the other party's fierce offensive could completely destroy the entire manor.

Therefore, he let out a long roar, his eyes shot out a decisive and arrogant intent, and he clenched the sword again, and slashed at Ye Ke with a kind of determination to stab the King of Qin.

He had already restrained his breath and did not dare to release his qi outside.

The true element is insufficient, the strength is insufficient, and the only way to turn attack into defense is to condense all the true elements in the sword, and merge them with the body and merge them into one.

"Boom!"

The green and faint halberd slashed at the sword again, and the sound of the blades hitting exploded!

In other words, Tong Yin Zhong's second sword actually collided with Ye Ke's halberd continuously without revealing any intention of breaking, and it can be regarded as a generation of divine soldiers.

You know, if it weren't for life and death, how could he easily take out this rare blade and engage the enemy?

At this time, the sword glowing with brilliance shook violently, swallowing and stumbling, like a long dragon playing with pearls.

Ye Ke couldn't help but secretly praise, no matter what, the halberd is a heavy weapon, and no matter how sharp the sword is, it is also a light weapon.

With heavy weapons and heavy mana over Mount Tai, it is a matter of taking advantage of it no matter what.

But Tong Yin Zhong in front of him is worthy of being a fierce man who has walked in the world for a thousand years, and the sword is like a living creature in his hands, not only bearing the heavy blows of the other party, but showing signs of counterattack!

Sure enough, Tong Yin Zhong's long sword flipped over, and the sword followed the person, intending to be the sword first, like a silver chain long dragon scroll towards Ye Ke, and in an instant, he slashed out thirty-seven swords to Ye Ke in a row, each sword carried a magnificent and domineering mang, enveloping Ye Ke in it.

With the help of this trick, Tong Yinzhong has already attacked within one zhang of Ye Ke's body, which can be regarded as a close attack.

You know, one inch long, one inch strong, one inch short, one inch dangerous!

This is the general rule of all martial arts immortal methods in the world.

The halberd is invincible in Lingli, and once it is bullied and beaten by the enemy, it will do useless work.

This is like a heavy army outside, but the enemy is launching an offensive in the capital, and no matter how awesome the emperor is, he can only wait to be captured.

The most obvious is the sound of the axe shadow candle, when the brother holds the jade axe to kill the brother and usurp the throne of the Gaoliang River rally driver.

Zhao Da couldn't dodge the axe of the founder of the drug project.

Ye Ke just smiled coldly.

He held the halberd in his right hand and blocked a sword ray, but his left hand clenched into a fist and punched out!

"Boom!"

The entire compound was in shambles, and there was no living creature to be seen within five hundred steps. The two of them collided, and there was a loud thunderous sound, like an iron rod smashed on the 10,000-jin bronze bell, and the blow of the two was not only mixed with Wan Jun's internal strength, but also a competition between the body and strength.

As the swords and fists intersected, both of them slammed under their feet and plunged into the floor. The hard ground under the bluestone slab had long been trampled into crumbs by the two of them.

……

On Mount Hua, Liu Shenxiang, Ao Chun and Xiaoyu were bumped into by Meishan's second child, and had no choice but to turn back and go down the mountain.

Meishan Zhang Lao Er was escorting the three of them down, and suddenly heard a muttering: "Just thinking about stealing treasures, it's really stingy!" ”

"Who?" Zhang Lao Er turned his head to look, but saw the lilac girl who was thrown down the mountain eight hundred times by him standing there, and couldn't help but say angrily: "Why are you again!" ”

Lilac picked the hair on her forehead, and said with an arrogant face: "I am a disciple of Ye Kezhen, the Qi Refiner of Zhongnan Mountain, how can I be afraid of you, a little god guarding the mountain!" ”

As for the origin of the cloves, Zhang Lao Er naturally knew well, and he also knew that with the good reputation of the Ding family, those of them who were immortals could not act easily.

In fact, this girl is the same as the three children in front of her, she knows at a glance that she is a careless guy, and everyone has a look of "I have a trick" written on their faces, which is the most annoying!

I hate you uneasy kids!

Zhang Lao Er snorted coldly and shouted: "If you don't come for a few days, I thought you had changed your ways, but I didn't expect you to be making trouble unreasonably!" ”

Seeing him stretch out his hand, Lilac hurriedly used the magical power granted by the master, and shouted: "The wind is rising!" ”

A fist-sized stone rose into the wind and slammed straight into Zhang Laoer!