Perhaps sensing something was wrong, the giant palm shrank back, as if ready to come back.

How could Lin Sen allow him to be like this, the essence in his eyes shot out, and a sword stabbed out.

Dazzling light bloomed from the blank space above the tip of his sword, as if the sun had descended, shining in all directions, dazzling to the extreme, and the sword momentum was full of scorching meaning.

The rapid sword light stabbed the little finger at once, and the majestic True Yuan suddenly erupted, and Pangu's body defense could not resist it, and the long sword went straight to the handle.

There was a faint angry snort in the air, Lin Sen drew his sword, and slashed out again, the sword was like a red glow, flying with the lonely bird, hiding the rippling power of the rose, and guiding away the middle of the giant palm.

His eyes glowed with purple stars, as deep as the universe, staring deeply at the pitch-black giant palm.

A piece of blood spilled from the little finger of the giant palm, with a strong breath of life, and a trace of chaotic qi suddenly escaped, wanting to fly back into the wound.

Lin Sen's steps were a little empty, his body flickered, and his left palm suddenly circled, fishing back the chaotic qi, and a suction force came out from the chaotic space in his body, absorbing it.

Although this chaotic qi was absorbed, it was not obedient, and still rushed left and right, wanting to get out of the space and return to Pangu's body.

At this time, the Great Avenue Tree, which had already drawn out its thin branches, wandered over, and with a single move of the two leaves, it sucked the chaotic qi in, and after a while, a pure and obedient chaotic qi was spit out and merged into the chaotic space.

"Huh!?" A startled voice came from the void, and Pangu seemed to feel a trace of his chaotic qi disappearing, and he could no longer sense it.

He blinked his eyes in confusion, not sure if it was his own delusion, after all, it was only an extremely small trace.

The little finger on Pangu's giant palm healed rapidly, and suddenly a few fingers fluctuated one after another, but the surrounding void was frozen in the fluctuations, and Lin Sen couldn't use his body to move around.

But he didn't panic, he simply stopped, the sword in his hand swayed freely, sometimes the stars were swinging, sometimes the cold light was far away, and in the face of Pangu, whose realm was higher than his own, he did not show defeat at all, but defended and attacked.

The swordsmanship that Lin Sen and the two generations have cultivated for more than 200 years together have been fully developed, and there is no hiding any secrets. Not only do they show all kinds of true intentions, constantly break the momentum, attack their weaknesses, but also constantly lay out, cleverly fall, and sometimes urge Tai Chi true intentions or suddenly attack with the help of Dugu sword intent.

But every sword he used seemed to be useless, as long as he was slapped by the opponent's black palm, silently, his strength dissipated, the sword momentum was shattered, the sword intent was eliminated, and all the stories told by the long sword were interrupted halfway.

Pangu finally really paid attention to this little human being, and chose to suppress it with realm and exercises, without trying to compete with Lin Sen for the artistic conception of moves.

With one move, Lin Sen felt more and more that the sea of vitality around him was surging, and it was difficult to have a chance to infiltrate and recover, the true qi was fine, his physical strength and spirit were slowly but firmly declining, and the state of "unity of heaven and man" in the Great Dream Recipe was becoming more and more impossible to maintain, because "nature" was close to collapse and entered the end of the world!

What's even more terrifying is that this kind of ruin began to spread to Lin Sen's body, and the Yin and Yang True Yuan had no way to unload or resolve this strange attack, if it weren't for the flesh of the jade muscle and golden bones @ the body was strong, and the jade white light was shining, Lin Sen would have died long ago with his flesh @ body!

Pangu's giant palm kept grinding Lin Sen's true yuan and spiritual will, and every time Lin Sen gathered his qi to the extreme, there would be an outburst, not giving him a chance to kill, nor giving him a chance to escape.

But in the same way, the Pangu giants themselves could not find an opportunity to decide the victory.

What does he seem to be waiting for...... This is Lin Sen's biggest feeling.

In the entanglement of qi and machine, the powerful oppressive force came from Pangu's giant palm, forcing Lin Sen's momentum to gradually rise, but due to the entanglement and grinding style of the giant palm, the rise of this momentum was very limited......

At this time, Lin Sen's deep gaze gathered, and countless Qingxuan flew out from the sea of knowledge, and then a virtual piano gradually turned into reality, and Lin Sen's big dream trick had reached the edge of breaking through the realm of kings.

Then Lin Sen's long sword was put away, ignoring the swarming glow, he sat in the air with his knees bent, and raised his hands to caress it.

Dangdangdang!

The real piano emits a crisp sound, the sound is free of impurities, the clear and high-pitched, and the graceful turn upwards into the nine skies.

The sound of Qingyue's piano pierced through the clouds, and suddenly resounded in the mind of the "Pangu Giant".

Since the idea can be realized, Lin Sen has been studying how to combine the technique of sound attack with the illusion of the Great Dream Technique, and with the help of the wisdom brain, the results have been great, and it can be said that it is a complete method of sound attack.

At this time, it really worked wonders.

Pangu Yuan Shen trembled, his vision was blurry, and he felt that the surrounding scenery was like a reality, and there seemed to be a hundred birds chirping in his ears, which made people intoxicated.

This is the first time since the fight that Lin Sen has spread his attack to the position above Pangu's palm, which can be regarded as an improvement.

But after all, Pangu is a top king master, no matter how exquisite the sound attack technique is, without the support of the corresponding cultivation, how can he really hurt him!

Crackling, Pangu's body was surrounded by ghostly rays of light, devouring sound waves and tearing Qingxuan. Then, a one-eyed glowing with a deep light looked through the void and looked at Lin Sen below.

The huge one-eyed eye suddenly swelled with a black and purple light, filled with the meaning of fierce destruction.

Lin Sen's piano sound turned into fierce, mighty and majestic, like the cry of a warrior, and like a battle horn.

One after another, a fierce sound wave mixed with Qingxuan attacked, and it seemed that he came to Pangu's eyes in the blink of an eye, and the ghost with the will to destroy was destroyed in an instant, and the sound of the piano resounded in Pangu's mind, and even his emotions fluctuated a little.

Dangdangdang!

As the sound of the piano became more and more intense, Pangu's huge body trembled slightly, and the giant palm pressed down was fixed in mid-air, as if it was difficult to move.

The purple light in his single eye became more and more prosperous, and gradually covered the ghostly light, turning into purple thunder shooting out three inches out of his eye, as if he was very angry.

"This little human reptile was able to do this, although he only attacked with one palm, but he used eighty percent of his strength, but he still couldn't take it down. If it weren't for his partner's internal organs, he would have been destroyed together with people and planets, so why bother so much!"

The thunder light flying out of the huge one-eyed eye quickly gathered, turning into a purple thunder knife, sinking into bursts of thunder, and disrupting the sound of high-pitched sound waves.

Lin Sen's expression was cold, his eyes were waveless, he retreated at all, and the blood in his mouth spurted out, staining the piano with the manifestation of consciousness, and the piano seemed to be a little clearer and more condensed.

His hands beat rapidly, like dancing elves, and the sound of the piano was even more exciting, even with the intention of killing with iron and blood.

The notes were like knives and swords, cutting through the sky and cracking the earth, and Pangu's right hand seemed to have an extra layer of restraint, opening out like a puppet.

His hands, feet, torso, and spirit all lost command in a short period of time, like a puppet. There were inexplicable blood marks on the surface of the body, and the blood flowed like a stream, and my heart was shocked and angry.

"How can this !!?"