"Isn't the second-generation patriarch Zhang Songxi dead?"

"It's not hard to be surprised!"

"Such a domineering technique of stealing the essence of heaven and earth has a faint meaning that is not the same as traditional martial arts, and it belongs to seizing the heavenly opportunity!"

"However, it seems that I heard the second-generation patriarch say just now that even such a method of seizing the heavens can no longer be used, is it worthy of heaven and earth?"

At this moment, everyone saw the white-clothed man who was still standing on the top of the cliff of Wudang Mountain after those two punches, and a burly old man in a Taoist robe who appeared in the mysterious spatial vortex where all the energy was absorbed.

"Worship God, how about the battle in the sky?" Zhang Songxi, who walked out of the whirlpool, still looked like an old man in the farmland behind his hands.

"I'm not worshipping God." The man in white spoke.

But the body has risen to the sky, he is not worshipping the sky, this matter is not important, the important thing is that he forced out this only person in the world who can fight with him, he wants to understand something completely from this battle.

Martial Arts Flying Immortals, is it true, or is it a myth.

With the man in white rising into the sky, everyone saw the second-generation patriarch of Wudang Mountain, and he also followed. 、

Then

Thousands of martial arts masters from all walks of life on Wudang Mountain were engrossed and stunned as they watched the clouds and smoke flying like angry dragons everywhere in the sky, and they couldn't believe that kind of power.

That was a power that was far beyond the ordinary primordial gods.

In the world, only the second-generation patriarch of Wudang Mountain, who has lived for thousands of years, and the invincible white-clothed people in the world for three hundred years, can do it.

The full moon in the sky was high on the peak, and the golden light shrouded the rapidly rotating clouds, turning it into a cloud of golden light dancing around, like a bizarre and absurd miracle.

When the thunder shook their ears, everyone realized that half of the world was being caught in the raging violence of thunder and rain.

At the same time, it was found that a light boat shot like an arrow from the vast sea of clouds, and wanted to compete with the speed of the clouds and rain.

That Ye Qingzhou is a man in white.

And the boundless sea of clouds is as vast as waves, and it is the second generation of patriarchs.

The bright moon is eclipsed, and the dark clouds cover the top.

The torrential rain fell all over the sky, and the world's most admired top masters were submerged in the vast wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

For a while, all kinds of celestial phenomena were constantly stirring in the sky, emerging endlessly, like spring, summer, autumn and winter, different abnormal weather, all appeared on Wudang Mountain in an instant, one after another.

Zhang Songxi's robe hunted in the sky, a huge martial arts real force danced, to this point, he has been waiting for an opportunity, he is not as good as his senior brother Yuan Juyang, he can use the world as a stage to "nourish spirit", and finally, dominate the world and achieve peerless spirit.

He already understood that there was no way to take that step on his own, and he could only wait for an opponent.

He has been waiting for this opponent for eight hundred years, and the longevity he is waiting for is approaching, but he still hasn't waited.

As a last resort, I had to arrange the pattern of heaven and earth around Wudang Mountain, and use the pattern of the entire Oriental Vast Land to "maintain health" for myself.

Fortunate!

He waited for this opponent.

And it's unprecedented, plausible, a shadow of the man who was invincible thousands of years ago or something else.

This opportunity has finally arrived.

Boom Boom!!

In the long sky, the clouds disappeared and dispersed, one after another, like the ebb and flow of the tide, the two people were constantly colliding, like the clouds opening the sky, destroying the city, and smashing out the earth-shattering flames.

Since Senior Brother Yuan Juyang stepped into the sky and became an immortal, Zhang Songxi has been invincible in this world for seven hundred years, and in the past seven hundred years, no one has ever been able to hold on to him like this man in white, let alone let him mention all his skills.

In the "Golden Medal of Martial Arts" given by Lu Ya, he comprehended the creation of heaven and earth, and the mystical technique of grabbing the essence of the universe, in this world, only he can do it, even his disciple Wu Ji can't learn it.

But this process is also dangerous and abnormal, the human body is always limited, but the universe of heaven and earth is infinite, if you only gather and do not disperse, you will go crazy at the least, and you will be crushed on the spot, even if Zhang Songxi's martial arts are close to completion, you will not be spared.

What he needs is an object of catharsis, an evenly matched confrontation to achieve balance.

The man in white is the opponent he has been waiting for for nearly a thousand years.

Hula-la-la!

In the long sky, Zhang Songxi used the energy of heaven and earth as a medium, and the Yangtze River continued to slap the man in white through his fist.

The man in white has flying hair in the sky, although he does not have the ability to devour the essence of the universe like Zhang Songxi, but in his realm, it seems to have become a part of the universe of heaven and earth.

He actually seemed to have turned into a boundless sea, with thousands of rivers and rivers in the meridians, sucking and absorbing the unfathomable source and power from Zhang Songxi, and finally, through the palm of his hand, he gave back to Zhang Songxi!

"The last one!"

Seeing this, Zhang Songxi was full of strong texture, and at this time, it quickly burned up, and it was clear that he spit out everything about himself, gathering on his five fingers, as if those five fingers held all the energy in the mountains, rivers and earth.

Punch back!

It's two punches to each other.

Finally, they collided like never before.

It's like opening the sky!

Click!

A trace of mysterious qi gathered between the fists of the two people.

Break down barriers!

Zhang Songxi felt that his cultivation was flowing with all his might, forming a kind of Tai Chi with the man in white, pushing the realm that had not been touched for a hundred years, and at this moment, he finally stepped into a new realm.

"This is it."

The indifferent face of the man in white suddenly floated a trace of incomparably sincere smile.

"Do you feel it?"

Zhang Songxi's eyes also showed a happy look.

"It's them!"

The two of them looked up to the sky and laughed at the same time, and they couldn't even hide the sound of thunder, lightning, wind and rain that shook the sky.

"Hahaha!"

The laughter of the two people shook the heavens and the earth.

After that punch.

At the same time, they felt that they were not stepping in the air, but in the sky.

Click!

All the spectators looked up.

I saw that thousands of thunderbolts opened the void, and where the two people were standing, they rang out in unison.

All the people who watched the battle saw that the sky was clear and the sun was rising, but the figures of two people disappeared there.

For a while, the golden light was thousands of miles, and the purple glow covered the sky.

This scene is clearly the scene of the great grandfather of the Ming Dynasty seven hundred years ago.

Everyone was shocked.

It is clear that this night will once again be recorded in history.

Auspicious charm sixty-nine summer, night.

The white-clothed man and Zhang Songxi, the second-generation patriarch of Wudang Mountain, are two peerless existences in the world, and in the battle with each other, they both broke through the fourth level of martial arts and flew away.

……

Step on the sky, step on the sky.

After a punch, the two of them felt that they were stepping on the sky, not the sky, in the midst of laughter.

Since it is the sky that is trampled under your feet.

Then, at this moment, it is no longer the world, but in the sky.

Sure enough, the two of them looked around, and the surroundings were no longer the high sky and rolling clouds of Wudang Mountain, but turned into an incomparably black void and darkness.

"This is ......," Zhang Songxi muttered.

A loud laugh came from behind him.

He looked back.

I saw a familiar burly, masculine and majestic man, who walked over: "Senior brother, you have finally soared." ”

The man is his senior brother, Yuan Juyang, the grandfather of the Ming Dynasty.

Yuan Juyang blinked his eyes, looked at the man in white, and said in shock: "You, you are ......"

"I'm not." The man in white was indifferent.

Zhang Songxi asked, "Senior brother, where is the master?" ”

"Master will wake up, you come with me."

After saying that, Yuan Juyang glanced at the man in white again and said:

"You can also come and see my master."

As he spoke, he led two people to trample in the void, and walked for many miles, and came to a thatched house.

"Stand here and wait, Master, we'll wake up in three days."

Yuan Juyang said.

The two of them stood there, not remembering the year in the dark, maybe it was very short, maybe it was a vicissitudes of life, and they didn't know how to keep the year here.

It's just that, suddenly, I saw some golden heavenly rivers appear in the boundless darkness, intersecting with each other, and gradually forming a pair of golden eyes, which slowly opened in the dark, and the eyes seemed to be awake and drunk, and after a while, the eyes drooped and fell on the two people.

"You're here."

Lu Ya opened his mouth and looked at Zhang Songxi, his voice warm.

"Disciple, meet the teacher." Zhang Songxi knelt in front of him, his voice filled with incomparable amazement and excitement.

Lu Ya thought about it, and he also knew that it was not easy for this disciple over the years, and he almost couldn't see himself.

Instead, he looked at the man in white:

"You're here too."

The man in white frowned: "You are the ancestor of the martial arts?" Do you recognize me? ”

"You worshipped me once in your previous life."

The moment the words fell, the three people here saw the boundless flow of light in the darkness, and began to shrink suddenly, as if the Big Bang had started a retrace, making the universe go back to a very original point.

(End of chapter)