During the time when he was studying art with Bi Lingkong, Pan Long once asked: What is the Confucian practice of "doing what you want"?

Is it martial arts? Or is it magic? Is it the mental method of cultivating the spirit? Or is it the trick of harnessing power? Or is it expounding the ideas of the predecessors and showing the younger generations the path that once led to eternity?

Bi Lingkong's answer was: No, strictly speaking, it is just a tool.

It is up to the user to decide how to use the tool.

For Bi Lingkong, the No. 1 demon god in Kyushu, "doing what you want" is a good tool that can be called omnipotent, whether it is fighting or living, you can make full use of it. But for Pan Long, the greatest use of this mastery is that it can help him fight.

For defense, it can enhance the fluidity and dexterity of the body's movements, and for attack, it can comb the vitality of heaven and earth, helping him control the power beyond the limit, and avoid destroying all allies before exploding the enemy with one shot.

This is not a joke, when he was learning from Bi Lingkong before, during the actual combat drill, he really once blasted out with a palm, causing the vitality of heaven and earth to erupt like a torrent, sweeping the surrounding dozens of zhang at once.

If there are a few weaker teammates around at that time, I don't know if the enemy is dead or not, but the teammates must be dead......

After cultivating "from the heart" to Xiaocheng, Pan Long solved this hidden danger and could attack with all his might without any scruples.

Just like it is now.

When a punch is struck, the power is not directly exploded, but first spread out in all directions, but before it can completely erupt, it is restrained and the direction of the explosion is adjusted to about the same.

What can be seen with the naked eye is that the fist is like a giant dragon, roaring forward.

The Demon Sword Spirit relied on instinct to control itself, and the moment Pan Long made a move, it felt a strong danger, and without saying a word, it slapped its palm directly on its chest, and the blood sprayed like a fountain.

This palm can almost be called a fatal wound, but how can the magic knife care about the life or death of the host? It is like the "system" parasitic on mortals in some stories, using "obliteration" as a common method, ready to fight back at any time.

Seeing that the crisis is coming, as long as it can defeat the enemy and survive the crisis, it doesn't care how the host will die!

This mouthful of blood spurted out, and it was sucked by the magic knife in the air, and then with the swing of the magic knife, it turned into a thick blood mist, which spread in all directions.

In the blood mist, a sharp chirp sounded, and a strange bird with ten necks, but only nine of them had heads, and the largest one in the middle had an empty neck and blood dripping from it.

It didn't attack, but just by showing its figure, a strong evil aura emanated. This evil spirit doesn't even need to be transmitted through the air, just seeing its appearance can cause intense damage.

As soon as they saw its figure, those who were weaker spectators immediately became dizzy and bleeding. Many people couldn't stand, and one of them rolled over and fell to the ground, and he passed out.

The innate masters will not be put down by its evil aura, but their faces are also blue and white, and their bodies are slightly shaking.

In just a very short period of time, the demon beast manifested by the magic sword almost swept through the entire ceremony venue.

But that's the end of the time it can wreak havoc.

The dragon of light that Pan Long's fist had transformed into had already broken through the heavy blood mist and rushed in front of it.

The nine-headed bird screamed, and the nine heads stepped forward together, meeting the dragon of light.

In the next moment, a violent explosion sent a wave of blood higher than the hall, splashing everywhere, completely enveloping the warring parties.

The waves of blood obscured the gaze of the spectators, making them unable to see the battle between the two sides.

All they could hear was an extremely violent roar, bursting in the blood wave.

The sound was not harsh through the heavy blood waves, but because of the constant agitation, the roar became more and more violent.

In addition to the roar, from time to time, one or two golden rays of light pierced the blood waves, like a mirror light in the middle of the night, sweeping through the air.

Wherever the golden light swept by, the blood mist disappeared in an instant like snow meeting fire.

Looking at such a scene, the innate masters breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the two sides have not yet decided the winner, just from the restraint of each other's strength, it can be seen that the martial arts practiced by this "Northland Pan Long" are extremely strong and yang, and they can just restrain the magic sword.

In this case, the victory or defeat can almost be decided.

Wu Tong's martial arts skills are not high, but his eyesight is powerful. He stroked the goatee on his chin and said with a smile: "In my opinion, it is the time of one or two sentences, and the winner will be decided." ”

Sure enough, as soon as he finished saying this, a miserable wail suddenly sounded in the blood wave.

Immediately after, the blood wave completely exploded, and a golden dragon bit the nine-headed strange bird and roared towards the sky.

The speed of the dragon soaring into the sky is extremely fast, in a blink of an eye, it rushed to more than 100 zhang, it opened its body in the air, it appeared more and more huge, and the strange bird that was bitten by it seemed more and more small, and in the end only heard a tearing sound, the golden light and blood exploded in the sky, and the blood was washed by the sun and the golden light together, and it dissipated without a trace without landing, only the golden light fell, like raindrops.

Originally, the ground was full of blood stains caused by the wreaking havoc of the magic knife, but the golden light rain fell, and in just a few breaths, all the blood stains dissipated, and even the large pool of blood on the ground before disappeared without a trace.

In the courtyard that exploded and churned like ruins, only the shriveled body of the middle-aged man knelt on the ground. His right hand still held the blood-colored magic knife, but this fierce and powerful magic knife had been broken into two pieces at this moment, half on his hand and half on the ground not far away.

Under the washing of the golden light rain, the blood on the two magic knives was rapidly fading. After a while, there was no longer a trace of blood on the two severed knives, but dots of rust appeared, which looked like broken copper and iron.

There is no doubt that the magic knife has been defeated.

It's just that...... Everyone looked left and right, looking around, but they couldn't see Pan Long's figure.

Some people look up at the sky, only to see the scorching sun in the sky, and their vision is a little blurred by the sun, and they can't see whether there is anything in the sky at all.

"That young man...... Is this a successful retreat?" Old Man Liu hurriedly walked out, looked left and right, found nothing, and couldn't help but sigh, "Why don't you stay and have a glass of wine before leaving?"

"People have drunk it before. Juniper Zi Lao Dao walked over and pointed to the table where Pan Long was originally sitting, the wine jug on the table was poured, but no wine flowed out, obviously it was drunk by Pan Long before.

"Lao Liu, your glass of wine is too worthwhile!

Old Man Liu nodded again and again.

"After all, it is Lao Liu who has been kind to others all his life, so there will be this fateful meeting. Wu Tongju said, "He also said just now, he is from the Northland, and Lao Liu made a feud at the beginning, just to transport grain to the Northland - the cause of the past, the fruit of today, it really makes people feel that there is indeed a providence in the dark'!"

All the masters nodded one after another, and they all felt that this trip to participate in the Golden Basin Handwashing Ceremony was really not in vain.

To be able to see this earth-shattering battle, it is worth the trip, it is worth the trip!