"Tsk, it's an alien race, no wonder?"

"If it is not of my race, its heart will be different."

"No wonder it's a demon, such a person would actually help Meng Yuan subvert the Ming Dynasty."

Pomban: "Hmph, what do you people know!" ”

The next video made everyone in the heavens and all worlds hold their breath.

While Feng Xinglie was still nervously waiting for Pang Ban's reaction, the figure on the ground flashed, and Pang Ban was already within ten feet. The wind was fierce and even too late to rejoice, and the huge invisible force, when the chest was pressed, made him breathe immediately.

The black hair of the pang-spotted flew like flames on his head, and his eyes condensed into two lamps that could illuminate the earth, and he lost his mind in a moment of rage.

The clever tricks of the wind and fierceness have worked, and at the same time he has put himself in danger of death, but how can he not take this risk?

Although his skill has decreased significantly, but the eye reaction is still there, Pang Ban is approaching, he is rushing back, how do you know that there is another strong force behind him, like two Pang Ban at the same time to him back and forth, the power of this demon lord's blow, including the front and back of the two forces of forward forcing and pulling, the secret technique of magic skills, is indeed amazing.

The magician Pang Ban smiled, turned his palms into claws, and grabbed his fists, if he was caught, Feng Xinglie's fist would not have a complete bone.

Pang Ban looked up at the sky and suddenly laughed.

Bang!

After a shocking flash of lightning, torrential rain poured down.

This unprecedented magician shouted: Those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me die.

The nightmare of the rivers and lakes was finally brought by him.

", this alien is so strong, such a powerful person lives up to the name of a demonic figure."

"Alas, it's a pity that the magician Pang Ban is actually a foreigner, it's a pity."

Immediately afterwards, there was a battle between the magician Pang Ban and the thoughtless monk.

Wuwu clearly knew that the target of Pang Ban's kick was his lower abdomen, and to his horror, this kick had broken through the limitations of time, making his intuition feel that it was completely unreasonable to kick the other party before hitting Pang Ban with his palm.

How could his late feet be faster than his first palm?

Come to think of it, it's unbreakable.

Pang Ban smiled and nodded: "This is decent!" ”

The kick still came out, but the swift kick became as slow as a snail up a tree, and the sudden change in speed made one feel both incredulous and sad to madness just by looking at it.

The thoughtless monk turned even more urgently, and suddenly lost his body, leaving countless hands and feet stretching in the void at different speeds.

This scene should be strange and inexplicable, but it only gives people a sense of serenity and reverence, and the light of the Buddha is shining.

Pang Spot's kick, which couldn't be slower, was kicked into the shadow of his hands and feet in an instant.

That is a complete violation of the laws of time and space, and when you first feel the slowness of this foot, this foot has already broken into the impeccable Buddha dance of the non-thinking monk.

Wuxiang monk looked solemn, and said: "Master Pang Shi, please!" ”

Pang Ban smiled incomprehensibly, and suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving only an empty building.

The complexion of the monk who did not want to change changed his complexion, lowered his head, lowered the Buddha's name, and was silent for a while, thoughtless and thoughtless, and entered the Zen Dao empty realm of great joy in Buddhism.

The hurricane swept in from all directions and eight directions, and stopped a foot away. The statue of the Monk is in the eye of the powerful tornado storm, and although it is surrounded by indestructible and devastating winds, the core point is that the waves are calm and the wind is calm, the ancient well is not waved, and the storm stops.

Then there was an irresistible force that drew him forward.

The monk raised the Wuxiang Gong to the peak realm, his eyes lowered, and all the things that happened in front of him around him were as if they were heavenly magic illusions, and they did not exist.

Even so, the force still sucked him forward with his right foot half an inch. I saw Pang Bian rise in front of him like a demon god emerging from hell, and hit him with a punch, changing endlessly, as if it was slow and fast.

The thoughtless monk suddenly found that the entire Jinling City had disappeared, and only him and Pang Ban were left in the heavens and the earth, and the latter was striking at him with a punch.

It seems to be far away, but it seems to be close at hand. That illusion of distance can't help but cause a small ripple in his solid Zen heart. The fluctuations were out of control and swept through the mind.

Countless forces before and after dragged him in different directions.

He chanted a Zen chant, guarding the spirit of a small boat struggling to survive in the stormy, rapids and waves of the sea.

At the same time, there was a loud noise in the ears, as if he was really in the turbulent waves, and he was replaced by someone with poor concentration, and his heart palpitated early and collapsed without a fight.

Pang Ban broke two different positive and negative true qi into his body in a single touch, it was like two wrestlers pulling him, making him at a loss, and he didn't know which one to resist was about to end up torn in half. In the body, it is even more impossible to resist.

This battle is a battle between Pang Ban and Wuxiang Monk, he has evolved his strength to the extreme, and Wuxiang is not his opponent at all.

And the most thrilling battle is the battle between the magician Pang Ban and the waves.

After this battle, both of them shattered into the void and left.

The mage Pang Ban's clothes were still by the night wind, and his right foot lightly stepped on the ground, and a muffled thunderous sound sounded through the criss-crossing caves of the island, echoing endlessly and threatening.

The whole isolated island seemed to shake a little, covering up the sound of the waves and the wind.

At this moment, Pang Ban's whole body clothes flickered and the soup flew, the hunting sounded, and the clouds and mist of the lock peak turned sharply around him, and the scene was extremely strange.

Pang Banzhuo stood in the dense fog that swirled wildly, and he couldn't help but urge the magic power.

Changing opponents is not a wave of clouds, although Gao Ming is like a monk who has no thoughts, under the pressure and strong momentum of his full force, he must immediately change his defense to attack, so as not to be twisted to pieces when he raises his magic skills to the limit.

In the sixty years since his accomplishments, no one had ever confronted him for so long, let alone allowed him to gather strength.

The essence of the entire heaven and earth could not help but be inhaled into his body through his pores, transforming into the qi of the true yuan, and his spirit could not help but strengthen and condense, and he tried his best to restrain the other party's mind and enter through the gap.

This kind of mystical technique of seizing heaven and earth and seizing the essence of the universe can only be done by him as a demon who has become a Taoist fetus.

But this process is also dangerous and abnormal, the human body is always limited, but the universe is infinite, if you only gather and do not disperse, at least you will go mad, or you will be crushed on the spot, even Pang Ban will not be spared.

Pang Ban seemed to rise from the ground, appeared in front of the waves and clouds, and punched him.

There are no words to describe the power and speed of Pomban's punch.

The punch without any fancy tricks showed the subtle changes in heaven and earth, and penetrated the secrets of the Dao Realm Demon Realm.

This mighty demon master entered the unprecedented transcendent realm of sainthood, using the energy of the universe of heaven and earth as a medium, and the Yangtze River was like a great river that flowed into the meridians of the waves and clouds through the rain sword.

As long as the waves can't support it, the extraordinary power that can resist the surging power will blow him into powder, leaving no trace.