The wind gathers but does not disperse, condenses but does not solidify, does not blow, but smashes.

Hammer the stone statue like a big stick, and smash it directly on the top of the head.

With the sentence "come", the dragon boat carrying the old woman on the ground sank violently, and the dragon's head fell to the sky, narrowly capsizing.

"Ho!"

Dozens of Dao Alliance helmsmen changed color one after another, regardless of each of them, and the dragon boat magic circle exploded with strong light, jointly maintaining the balance of the hull. After such efforts, the dragon boat that was as wide as the city was stabilized again, and its head and tail gradually recovered.

It is impossible to restore the original state because it is sinking. As the boy continued to press with one palm, no matter how hard those helmsmen tried and how the main array monks squeezed the power of the magic circle, they could not prevent the dragon boat from sinking to the ground.

Strictly speaking, this is already a disguised help for the old woman to fight against the boy, but on the surface, they maintain the boat instead of the people.

As the wrestling between the two sides increased, and as the formation was stimulated to its strongest, the dragon boat let out an angry low roar, as if there was really a giant dragon roaring and roaring.

This was a deliberate effect added when it was built, in order to inspire the fighter with a roar in case of such an extreme clear form, but at this moment, the dragon boat roared low but not majestic, angry but not generous, and sounded less like a roar and more like a moan.

The dragon boat was still sinking, slowly and resolutely approaching the ground that it had resisted before.

If the ship is still like this, what about the one who bears the slap head-on?

In the sight, the boy slapped his palm on the top of his head, and the old woman with a waist was initially disdainful, as unmoved as when the sky was broken in the face of thunder, but the next moment, the expression on her face suddenly changed. He raised his head and let out a wild roar.

"Roar!"

The wind is the wind, and the wind blows the grass and the branches of the trees sway. Whether it is blown or smashed, there will always be a feeling that the wind has left a trace. The boy pressed the wind with one palm. The old woman's clothes instantly became as hard as iron and as heavy as a mountain.

With a soft sound, the bun on the top of the head was scattered out of thin air, and the white hair on the head hung upside down, like thousands of needles pointing to the ground. Before the old woman had time to be surprised, one after another silver rays fell off her head, with nostalgia and reluctance, with a little precious blood beads, shooting through the carefully built hull like arrows. Drill deep into the ground.

It was like a meteor shower, and in a moment, half of the old woman's little remaining and well-maintained silver hair was lost, and the scalp could be seen in some places.

The figure of Wei Tong bent lower, her legs seemed to tremble a little, the old woman raised her head in anger, her dizzy eyes burst into ejaculation, and her withered and thin old face twisted into a handful, looking a little pitiful.

This scene. This qiē is only because of the hand that holds down the bow of the ship.

Everyone present, including the two elders of heaven and earth, no one has ever seen such a hand. No one had ever been able to do such a thing, and people looked up at the sky and watched the ship slowly descend in awe.

No one can see it. Lei Zun's expression became more and more indifferent than just now, and the sadness and desolation in his eyes slowly faded. until it disappears completely.

Years ago, on the shore of the Chuan Gong Cliff. The boy is separated by a palm of hundreds of meters, and he is in a high position to support his small body; the snail beauty fights against it with the technique of space, and the holy daughter of the three lives helps with the magic of Zhuyou, and there is Thirteen Lang next to him to integrate into the artistic conception of life and death, and shouts out a decisive word. So many wonderful means are superimposed, and the child's time, place, and people are nothing, and the results are only equal. Now, the right time, place and people are all on the side of the boy, and they carry the glory of the Taoist Academy for thousands of years, and the power is multiplied!

"Turn the sky upside down!"

A palm made the old woman describe a wolf, and the boy did not see the slightest expression of smugness and relaxation on his face, turned his left hand and bent his arm to press his right palm, and added another hand.

Double heavenly pressure, the huge dragon boat finally regained its balance and tilted again, and the dragon head swung down into the water, looking like it hit the wall. Half a foot above the old woman's head, the space that should have been empty burst into flames, crackling and exploding like thunder, and people seemed to be able to feel that the wind that was as solid as a brilliant pillar poured down, crushing the little white life left of the old woman into her scalp, and they wanted to explode her head.

This is not accountability, but a naked life-and-death struggle.

The old woman still had no intention of casting a spell to fight back, her body was half-bent into a bow, her hands on her knees and her head slightly raised, her face full of wrinkles was blown flat and piled up at the neck, ugly and bloated. Her expression was pale, her eyes were blood-red, the green tendons on her forehead collapsed until they cracked, and some sticky blood spread downstream, looking a little miserable and dirty on her face.

Seeing this, people realized that it was not that the old woman did not want to counterattack, but that the pressure was too great and she had no spare strength;

The monks below did not know what was going on, so they couldn't understand it, and those who understood it couldn't understand it either, and they wondered and felt dazed.

For example, Tian Remnant, he is the one who feels the most incredible, obviously he has crossed that hurdle, obviously lacks a deeper understanding than his own, obviously it has been verified before, Xuanjizi can't resist, Lei Zun's Taoism is useless, how did it become like this now?

There is no mystical technique, no magic of preaching, and the battle of the boy is so simple that it is boring, and it finally boils down to four words.

Deceive with force!

Few people know that among the elders of the Taoist Academy, the child's qualifications have never been excellent, or even good; his understanding is not good, and his scheming is more ordinary, and there are two things worthy of praise in him, one is stubbornness, and the other is sobriety.

This is his weakness and strength, because he is very aware of his strengths and weaknesses and accepts them calmly.

Focusing on cultivation all his life, the boy failed to touch the edge of the next threshold, perhaps it can be said that he never put his mind on it, and focused on cultivation from beginning to end. He adjusted his goal early on, renovating exercises that would increase his longevity, but would not help or even hinder the breaking of the realm, so he lived long enough, longer than anyone alive, and in this way he traded endless mana to dominate the world.

"With the old man here, the Taoist Academy can't turn the sky. ”

When he said this to Thirteen Lang last year, the boy was full of confidence, because he knew that no one could compare his cultivation with the cultivation of the world, or even those predecessors who turned into gods.

As long as no one breaks through the gods. He is number one.

The two elders of heaven and earth are different from the children, their qualifications are better. The perception is higher, because there is a substantial breakthrough. will consider themselves invincible in the world.

They all think that they are the first, and there is no way back when they collide. However, to the boy, there is no real difference in the way of the opponent, and no matter who he fights with, his way is always the same.

Ordinary monks can't avoid fighting with it, and the old woman can, but she didn't think about avoiding it at first, and now that she is in prison, she can't avoid it.

The boy didn't know. His way is the same as that of Thirteen Lang, the difference is that the opponent is different, and then there is a boy alone, and Thirteen Lang commands thousands of demons. It's a pity that the boy didn't have a deep conversation with Shisanlang last year, and he didn't know about the situation of the demons fighting the Hades in the autumn hunt. Otherwise, today's "battle of leapfrogging" may be different.

Tian Qian didn't know about these situations, so he was surprised and a little worried at the same time.

The Taoist Academy is not allowed to fight in groups. Daomeng is no exception. Several Venerables had no choice but to stare at the monks of the Dao Alliance, especially the two Heavenly Remnants and Xuan Lingzi, staring at each other; correspondingly, the Heavenly Remnant Lao Su and Xuan Lingzi couldn't make a move, looking at the boy's palm that seemed to be able to turn the sky over. The expression is complicated.

There is no turning back from the bow, if you lose this battle today, you can't lose!

"The old body will not be defeated!"

Thinning white hair and a bloody face. The old woman's face was hideous, and she struggled to free a hand in a roar. Stretch out a finger and point at the void, at the endless mountain wind above your head. Or call it a mountain. As she moved, her figure tilted to one side, hunched over her hips, her knees and her teeth gritted, as if she was suffering from constipation.

Such an embarrassing and ugly scene, the people who saw it did not feel funny at all, looking at the old woman who stretched out her hand with difficulty, and the unbearable moaning of the bones seemed to be heard in their ears, and the fury and shame of the beast that could not get out of the trap.

Changing places, the god monks, even if they are in the position of an old woman in the later stage, I am afraid that they will have been crushed into meat paste long ago. I don't know what is around his body, like a wall, not a wall, like a film, and not a film, giving people the feeling that there is a heavy space compartment, which may be at any time, and the deviation is on the upper line.

The most amazing thing is that the wind of the Huangzhu attacks the mighty, and the situation encountered is the same as the thunder just now, every inch of progress will dissolve a lot, or less than half of the power in its heyday, the closer to the old woman's body, the faster and deeper this dissolution will be. In other words, if it weren't for the support of the child's profound cultivation like the sea, even if the wind pillar doubled as violently, it would not be able to help her.

The question is, if it is used like this flood discharge, how long can the boy support it, even if he has supreme cultivation?

The people around him didn't know, the boy himself didn't know, and he didn't pay attention to it at all. The moment the old woman stretched out her hand to tap into the air, the boy in the sky immediately had a feeling of impending crisis, and immediately stopped drinking.

"Beat the drum!"

The boy clenched his left hand into a fist, raised it high, and slammed it into his right hand.

The roar fell, the drum sounded, and a fist fell, and the old woman's body, which had just lifted half a foot, slammed and bowed her head. Everyone on the dragon boat changed color, and dozens of helmsmen tried their best, but they still couldn't stop the dragon boat from accelerating.

"Two drums!"

The boy let out another shout, and his left hand became a fist and slammed it hard, and the blood flowers bloomed instantly.

One fist smashed the old woman's head, and the second fist smashed her palm, a cloud of red shot in the air, and the old woman below howled miserably and knelt down on one knee.

"Hold on!" I don't know how many people screamed in their hearts, some cheering for the old woman, some cheering for the boy.

The dragon boat reached the ground, and the proud dragon's lips were about to bite the first mouthful of mud, but finally stopped.

In the sky, the boy is no longer a child, time is like a clock that is turned by hand, passing quickly on his face, and in an instant, he has a boy who has become a teenager, and then a young man, a young man, a middle-aged man, and is about to become an old man, perhaps older than the two elders of heaven and earth.

"Brother Tong, stop it. ”

The old man finally couldn't help but speak, and said slowly: "Don't hurt the harmony by learning skills, this fight is led by the old man."

"Three drums!"

The boy roared into the air, blood flowed from his eyes, ears, nose and lips, and he raised his left fist high again.

"No!" Celestial Remnant suddenly realized something, and hurriedly waved his palm.

"You dare!" the seven elders stopped drinking one after another and rushed forward.

They were slower, not slower than the heavens, but slower than the extraterrestrial arrows, much slower than the sound of the distant voice.

"The spirit and demon symbolize no less than 10,000 years, and this palace knows for the first time that the people in the Dao Alliance are so shameless. ”

"After 10,000 years of fighting in the outer realms, the old man only understands today that the strength of the Demon Spirit Continent is weak, so how can he be at ease. ”

"In a hundred years of battlefield, everyone in the Dao Alliance is useless, and the old body only knows today what the reason is. ”

"The Buddha is merciful, the upper realm is the lower realm, and you have to secretly use means, the heavens and the earth are broken, and you have broken the rules. ”

"Two old bastards, talk to them about the rules of a fart. ”

The furthest roar was the first to arrive, for together with the streamer, shot through the Thousand Mountains.

"Kill!"

(To be continued......)