Eleventh punch, extremely fast.

The real strength of the god's drum-style fist intent lies in the fact that as long as the person who punches can withstand the intense pain caused by the flow of qi in his body, and successfully deliver a new punch, then he can accumulate punches and destroy the city, which is not a fool's dream!

Chen Ping'an punched the "exquisite" mountain, which was as big as a house, and fell back a few feet.

Without saying a word, he stomped his foot again and punched upward.

The old man with the high crown looked a little solemn, no longer had the intention of teasing, silently recited the method, and put his fingers together near the Wuyue crown one after another, and slashed it four times.

Even if it will consume a lot of spiritual energy, the Wuyue crown on his head will temporarily lose his magical powers, and he insists on killing this obstructive teenager in one go.

As a mountain cultivator who does not ask for anything and has no backer to rely on, this is the only magic weapon of the high-crowned old man, which is obtained in the secret realm, in order to monopolize this thing, when the spoils are divided, he burst out and kills people, and does a brother who was born and died together, when the latter died, begged him to take care of his children and ensure that they enjoy the glory of the world for a hundred years, the old man nodded and agreed, but he turned around and used a small means to cut down all the grass and roots.

At the beginning, he was chased by the young Jin Dan of Taiping Mountain, this priceless Wuyue crown is still well preserved, the damage is not serious, and after a hundred years of repair, it has been restored to the peak of quality, but it is a pity that the old man checked and read countless classics, and still did not find the root of the true shape of the five mountains painted on the crown of Wuyue, so that the old man can only play half of the effect of the magic weapon at most, which is a great pity, otherwise he met with the little bastard of Taiping Mountain in a narrow way, and who chased and killed whom.

The two mountains are superimposed up and down, and the downward momentum is as fast as thunder.

Chen Ping'an's swift thirteenth punch only hit the height of the Dongyue below.

Soon another mountain came down.

Is it the weight of the mountains and the dominance, or the high boxing skills, which are more invincible?

The crown of the five mountains on the top of the old man's head has been dimmed, and there is no longer the melodious sound of cranes singing and pine waves.

Chen Ping'an's qi and blood are surging, and there are no signs of exhaustion yet, but Chen Ping'an doesn't want to be trapped by these three mountains, God knows what other mountain secret methods the high-crowned old man has, taking advantage of the drum-style fist traction of the gods, he can temporarily break the thread, so he is ready to evacuate the school martial arts field, transfer the battlefield, and then hurriedly hand out the fourteenth punch.

But Chen Ping'an, who had prepared the square inch talisman early, was surprised to find that in the shadow of the top of the mountain, it was like being in a so-called "lawless place" on a land platform, and the square inch talisman that had made miraculous achievements in several major battles did not have the slightest reaction.

As a last resort, the fifteen or two flying swords in the first month of the sword raising, one left and one right, spread out, and swept high into the sea of clouds.

Chen Ping'an had no choice but to deliver a new punch, which caused the momentum of the mountain to fall slightly stagnate, and then rushed forward, trying to leave the place where the mountain was shrouded in shadows.

The high-crowned old man laughed, "Want to run?!"

With a palm pressed down, the fourth mountain slammed down.

The four mountains overlapped each other, rumbling and smashing towards the top of Chen Ping'an's head, and the school martial arts field at the "foot of the mountain" was suppressed by the majestic aura, which made Chen Ping'an's forward body a little slower.

The golden-robed young man with amazing boxing skills was finally successfully suppressed by the mountains.

After succeeding, the high-crowned old man was slightly stunned, "When will a pure martial artist be able to use the Natal Flying Sword?"

Mountains are often accompanied by flowing water.

The old man sensed the two flying swords breaking through the air, and "plucked" the two rivers from the crown of the five mountains, and after manifestation, finally like a woman's slender waist, one was turbid and yellow, and the other was green and clear, surrounding the old man's futon, rolling and flowing, blocking the fierce attack of the two flying swords again and again, the water splashed, and the weight of the river continued to decrease.

The high-crowned old man paid more attention to the school martial arts field.

At this moment, the sea of clouds is no more than twenty feet from the ground.

The futon that the old man was sitting on was almost about to touch the top of the fourth mountain, and his vision was obscured, so the old man with the high crown stretched out a finger, knocked on the center of his eyebrows, and opened silently, and in his eyes, it was pitch black at first, and then like the clouds and mist of the night, revealing the true face of the bright moon, the heaven and the earth were clear, and the old man with the high crown successfully saw the figure of the golden-robed young man through the four superimposed mountains.

Good fellow, like a loach, and want to slip away!

The young man first bowed his head and bent down, carrying the mountain with his shoulders, running forward, with the sinking of the four mountains, the young man then simply rushed forward, with his back against the mountain, the golden robe on his body, played a stunning result for the old man, and helped the young man win a precious time, so that the young man could be only four feet away from the ground of the school martial arts field, a roll, can avoid being crushed into the flesh by the mountain.

The old man with the high crown sneered in his heart, the road is one foot high, and the demon is one foot high, just waiting for the moment when you kid mistakenly thought that he had escaped.

The fifth mountain, which has been poised to go, is the most revered Zhongyue, and the steep mountain of the true body of the body can be vaguely seen.

The young man was able to withstand the four mountains, which was beyond the expectations of the high-crowned old man, and he thought that the superposition of the three mountains would be able to crush this little guy.

The kind of boxing method that seems to have no end to increasing power is really weird!

If the boy can leave a fist cheat after death, it may not be inferior to that golden robe.

The old man snorted softly, "Go!"

Zhongyue just smashed into Chen Ping'an, who was rolling on the ground.

At the same time, the previous four mountains began to scatter one after another, surrounding Zhongyue, one after another "took root", some crushed the houses of the school martial arts field, some crushed the high walls, and the streets that fell outside the school martial arts field, and some smashed a private courtyard next to the school martial arts field.

Once the Sifang Mountains stand on the ground, and the middle mountain sits in the center, a natural large array will be formed.

The two flying swords above the sea of clouds seemed to have the same intentions as the young man who was in the place of death, and he tried his best to attack the true intentions of the two rivers.

The old man with a high crown laughed heartily, "I'm afraid of you two little things, okay, the old man will play hide and seek with you, and when your master dies, see what you two do." ”

The old man poked his hands left and right, grabbed two black clouds, and then clapped his hands heavily, the clouds covered the mist, and the old man's figure disappeared.

Chen Ping'an, who was besieged by Wuyue, was already on the line of life and death.

Although the sword aura of the fifteenth day of the first month was awe-inspiring, in the face of a high-crowned old man who was hiding, he was helpless, and he could only try to reduce the sea of black clouds.

Even if Chen Ping'an sacrificed the demon rope made of Lao Jiao's two long whiskers, the golden light was shining, and it suddenly became bigger, like a golden dragon entrenched in that Zhongyue, and forcibly pulled it up a few feet, so that it would not be pressed down and bordered the earth, so that the Wuyue Great Array did not take shape for the time being, but even if the demon rope continued to shrink, crowding the Zhongyue Mountain and constantly cracking and falling, this Zhongyue was always slowly sinking.

And the sea of clouds above the Flying Eagle Fort is only ten feet above the ground.

If someone stands on the viewing terrace of the main building and looks out in all directions, it is like being on the top of a mountain thousands of feet above the earth.

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In the main building of the Flying Eagle Castle, the dust-whisking man who painted the ground as a prison was chased by the two natal flying swords, one large and one small, and was exhausted.

Those members of the Huan Clan of the Flying Eagle Castle truly comprehended the dazzling methods of the immortals on the mountain with their own eyes.

Everyone is happy, but it is inevitable that they will despair, my generation of martial artists, in the face of these mountain immortals with vast powers, it is really not worth mentioning.

Lu Tai did not wait and see the changes, and did not slowly consume the Qi Practitioner of the Sea Viewing Realm by the two extremely high-quality flying swords of the needle tip Maimang, but took out the magic weapons and artifacts from the scattered places from the ribbon one by one, and through the gap in the cage that the flying sword slashed out, he penetrated and attacked the guy who turned the dust silk rope into a white snake, which was tantamount to adding insult to injury and suffering for the qi practitioner.

The tall man first begged for mercy in every possible way, and persuaded Lu Tai that everything was easy to discuss, as long as Lu Tai stopped, he was willing to hand over all his belongings, and let Lu Tai do anything to his soul.

Seeing that the landing platform was indifferent, and the man with only a dusty iron handle left in his hand, he began to threaten fiercely, threatening to burn a jade with Lu Tai's two natal flying swords, and Lu Tai's soul must be damaged, and it will be difficult to cultivate in this life.

Lu Tai leaned next to the chair of the castle lord's wife, cranked the folding fan in his hand, and ignored the overstretched Sea Viewing Realm monk, the door of the hall had been forcibly opened by him, so the scene of the Flying Eagle Castle outside was unobstructed.

Dark all round.

Presumably, hundreds of people in Flying Eagle Castle will never forget today's scene in their lives, and that sense of powerlessness is deeply rooted in the bones.

And this kind of impact is destined to be extremely far-reaching, as long as these people can survive, then today's events, about the gods fighting and mortals suffering, will be passed down from generation to generation.

The nine continents of a vast world, if they were all so taboo-free, would have been chaotic a long time ago.

That's why there are the three Confucian palaces and the seventy-two academies.

In order to prevent the gods on the mountain, they can easily smash the peaks and rivers with one punch, and smash the human city with a magic weapon at will.

After all, the people on the mountain come from the world after all.

The world is gone, what mountains are there?

So with this as a boundary, there is a distinction between good and evil, good and evil.

Some qi practitioners, I seek the freedom of the road of eternal life, since I am already standing on the mountain, I still care whether you are dead or alive in the world.

Some monks either have a pure heart and few desires and do not care about the world, or they abide by the rules and are willing to live a less happy life for the sake of peace in the world, and do not pursue absolute freedom.

There are all kinds of things in the world, each with its own needs, right and wrong, a mess.

Because there are too many people, the truth is only spoken to others, not used to restrain their own hearts.

It's the same up and down the mountain.

Lu Tai is a son of the Lu Yin and Yang family, and he has a deeper understanding of human nature.

And whether it is his family identity or himself, he is very special, not only is he not a sword cultivator, but he has raised two natal flying swords casually, and he didn't even get that strange colored belt when he was playing in the family ancestral hall when he was young.

The existence of Lu Tai, in the Lu clan of the Middle Earth Divine Continent, has some forbidden meaning, for those who are silent and dull Lu clan ancestors, this younger generation is too "awkward", and at the same time it makes people feel amazing, as if they were born in the way, there is almost no precedent in history, so the attitude towards Lu Tai, the huge Lu clan has always been very vague.

The sages have a saying: The adult tiger changes, the villain changes his face, and the gentleman and leopard change.

Lu Tai's body and skin bag is like a magic weapon in itself, and even compared to Chen Ping'an's "student", the body of the young Cui Yun who plotted to steal evidence in his early years is even more wonderful.

Lu Tai paid attention to the sea of clouds outside the building, looking for the best time to make a move.

The scene in the lobby of the main building has long been obscured, and it is difficult for the dusty man to pass on the information to the sky.

The castle lord's wife said softly, "Immortal Master, I have thought about it. ”

Lu Tai was a little puzzled, and looked down, "What do you say?"

The woman's face was sad but her eyes were resolute, and she stretched out her hand to cover her heart, and said, "Will he survive?"

Although the woman is not a cultivator, the abnormality in her heart has lasted for several years, and she is not an idiot, and she has already guessed seven seven or eight in connection with the flying disaster of the Flying Eagle Castle, as well as the conversation between the dust man and Lu Tai.

Lu Tai shook his head and said: "The little guy is born to deviate from the Great Dao, violent by nature, cruel and bloodthirsty, even if you die and live, it will still be a scourge in the future, and when the time comes, a small Flying Eagle Castle, it is not qualified to bury it, it is very likely that the entire Agarwood Country ......"

The woman wept sadly, "But I want it to live, I can feel its presence, it is like my child after all......"

Lu Tai was neither moved nor disdainful, but just smiled lightly and stated a fact for the poor woman: "Then do you know that the little guy has already opened his mind, so he will deliberately pass on false emotions to you, and it will even rely on instinct to imperceptibly affect the mind of your host, otherwise why did you know that your body was abnormal, and never opened your mouth to explain this matter to your husband?"

The woman covered her heart with one hand, raised it with the other, and quickly pressed it against her mouth, her face full of pain, she was at a loss, and she just shook her head at the landing platform.

The woman silently endured the heart-wrenching pain, looking at Lu Tai, her eyes full of pleading.

Lu Tai sighed, "Why are you doing this? Do you really want to abandon the lives of hundreds of people in the Flying Eagle Castle? Think about it, your husband Huanyang, your children Huan Chang Huanshu, and the castle that gave birth to you and raised you don't care? Just for this dirty thing who has not yet been born and is ranked in a crooked and evil way?"

The woman just shook her head with tears, put down her arm, and her mouth full of blood immediately gushed out, black as ink, extremely terrifying, the woman didn't care about the appearance of the housewife, she was already a little sane, her eyes were in a trance, and she prayed to Lu Tai: "Let it live, please the immortal master, what's wrong with it?" Now it's just killing its mother, I don't blame it, I don't blame it at all, so the immortal master, you teach it more in the future, persuade it to be good, don't go astray, immortal master, you are the way to the sky, omnipotent, you can definitely do it, this child of mine will definitely be a good person......"

The woman was like a piece of porcelain with a thousand holes, overwhelmed with the violent fluttering of her heart, and finally shattered completely.

But she always stared at Lu Tai's face.

Lu Tai smiled and nodded, "Okay, it can live." ”

The corners of the woman's mouth twitched, and she slowly closed her eyes, and the shocking black blood seemed to flow from her eye sockets, and it turned out that her eyelids were broken, and two eyeballs also fell in front of her, and then slid from her dress to the ground, rolling to the back of the chair.

In the lobby, there was a dead silence, and no one dared to speak out, except for Huan Yang, the lord of Flying Eagle Castle, who was banned from his five senses, restrained on a chair, the man's eyes were red, and he was full of unforgettable anger towards the pillow person who got along day and night.

How could she be so selfish!

She must have gone mad!

She is not wronged at all when she dies, she should die with that little bastard and freak in her heart!

Lu Tai came to the dead woman, bent down, stared at her blood-soaked heart, and muttered: "Your mother has paid so much for you, she has given you everything, and she doesn't even want to be a human conscience, what about you? Why are you still frantically absorbing the aura and soul of the corpse, when she was alive, you were enough to toss her, and now that she is dead, can't you let her have a moment of peace after death?"

The woman's undulating heart suddenly stopped, and it seemed that there was a faint wailing and crying, and she came to the world, just like all the babies in the world.

Came crying.

"It's late. ”

The bamboo fan in Lu Tai's hand poked suddenly, penetrated the woman's heart, nailed it into the back of the chair, and said expressionlessly: "The world is very boring, it's better not to come." ”

A scream that pierced the eardrum suddenly resounded in the lobby, the candlelight went out, and the pillars cracked at the same time.

The crowd was heartbroken.

Only Huan Yang was relieved, and then lost, his eyes were empty, and he looked at the chair next to him in a daze.

The gentle woman who was a childhood sweetheart died an ugly death.

This man, he didn't even know that he was indignant in his heart, but he had already burst into tears.