In the distant land of the Central Plains, the old man walked in front of him, followed by a big dog with black hair and purple hair.

The dog suddenly turned its head to stare south, its eyes fierce, as if sensing something.

The old man said slowly: "What's the matter?

The black-haired dog hurriedly ran to the old man's feet, snuggling up to the old man's feet while sticking out his tongue in flattery.

The old man didn't care, and stepped on the dog's body, and the dog's body was trampled like mud and was as smooth as the ground, and it was only after the old man walked through it that it was considered to be back to normal.

The big dog didn't dare to stay, and hurriedly followed behind the old man, for fear of slowing down a little more.

A red and purple light bullet flew towards Lan Jun, followed by countless light bullets that continued to be fired, and Yang Ming didn't intend to continue to attack head-on as soon as he came up.

Wouldn't it be beautiful to be covered by direct artillery fire?

Lan Jun didn't care about this light bullet at first, he had already seen these light bullets in the last battle with Yang Ming, and the power was not too great, and now it seems that although there are some changes, the power does not seem to be very great.

With this in mind, Lan Jun let the first light bullet crash into him, and then looked at the somewhat red and swollen skin and the arc of electricity flickering back and forth between the surrounding hair muscles and fell into deep thought.

Yang Ming's attainments in magic magic powers were so deep that he could let a spell that was ineffective against him hurt himself in just half a day?

Although it wasn't that serious, he didn't even notice the injury.

In the blink of an eye, close to fifteen light bullets shot over, although Lan Jun didn't really want to catch the light bullets hard, but he was not afraid, but walked towards Yang Ming with the light bullets, during which he casually punched three or five of them, and there was still no pressure at all.

The martial artists of the fusion realm are, to a certain extent, more powerful than the qi refiners of the ordinary realm!

Yang Ming saw that the light bullet had no effect and did not lose much, so he had no intention of relying on this meritorious service. Moreover, Lan Jun's skin is red and swollen with a light bullet, which is already very remarkable.

The real killer move has always been Yang Ming himself.

The announcement of the death sentence was held from behind to the front of him, and Yang Ming's clenched grasp as the accumulation of the brutal slam had been completed, and the three-foot-long broad blade flashed with reddish-purple light.

A sword!

An unremarkable stabbing attack, but it vaguely brought about a change in the aura of heaven and earth, and all the thunder aura in heaven and earth seemed to be driven, and they were wrapped in stabbing towards Lan Jun together.

Lan Jun frowned, the power of this sword can still be seen, if you want to dodge, it is easy, but Yang Ming's sword momentum is a bit complicated.

Ordinary people would inevitably be exhausted when they waited for a sword to stab with all their strength, but Yang Ming's sword stabbed with all his strength made people feel that this was just the beginning of the next sword, and this sword didn't seem to stop at the moment!

The sword light had already come to Lan Jun, and at this time, Lan Jun was no longer allowed to continue thinking. Lan Jun's fist shook, and the white glimmer flickered on the fist like metal, and the huge fist smashed on Yang Ming's sword light like this.

The two sides seemed to have infinite strength, but there was no sound when they collided, but the collision of the sharp and dull avenues caused some cracks in the divine wall, and Yang Ming took a few steps back and stepped on the divine stone to support his body.

Lan Jun also took three steps back, and when he looked at Yang Ming again, there was already some surprise in his eyes.

This person's progress was so fast, but in one day, this sword even had some great meaning.

Lan Jun didn't know that Yang Ming's Taichu Heavenly Scripture was originally an exercise to point the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and it was infinitely useful. Every weapon and every move Yang Ming used it like the Great Dao for him, and it was also because of this primordial opening of the Heavenly Scripture.

Lan Jun's eyes gradually became hot when he looked at Yang Ming, as if he had seen the original lotus.

A kind of excitement that makes me feel like I am back to my youth, I am out of the lotus because I have the heart of a teenager, and Yang Ming in front of me is to make me have the heart of a teenager.

Usually, in Kaifeng Mansion, there is never a person who is likely to fight with him, even if Xu Hua is difficult to surpass himself or fight with himself within sixty years. Then there is an existence like the sea god, you don't need to see it, you just need to know that you feel that you can't stand in front of him in your life, this kind of powerless existence.

But with such a person in front of him, his strength is not much more than himself, and he gives himself a sense of despair that he can't reach in his life. But he can also make himself willing to use all his strength, because to keep the slightest is to be stupid in this kind of life-and-death confrontation.

Lan Jun stood up again, completely ignoring some of the blood flowing from the fist, one foot rushed forward and the other turned inward, the two fists slowly protected in front of him, and the fused heaven and earth began to show a posture.

The fusion realm is not immortal, but it can also be said that immortality is here, one's own divine soul is fused with heaven and earth, and oneself is fused with divine soul.

Every person who has achieved a small success in the fusion realm stands in front of him, and he is the embodiment of that heaven and earth in front of him. Lan Jun is a martial artist in the fusion realm, although he doesn't know much about these immortal methods, spells, and magical powers, but he still knows about the combination of heaven and earth.

And the heaven and earth on which Lan Jun closed was a mountain range in the Song Kingdom, called Luofeng Mountain.

In front of Yang Ming at this time, he was no longer an ordinary martial artist, but a huge mountain range, with a high level of abyss, and it seemed that he could pierce the sky and cut off the river with his hands and feet.

"Come again!" Lan Jun shouted and punched first.

A punch is like a landslide!

There was nothing unusual on Yang Ming's face, but he was a little bitter in his heart.

This person's strength is too strong, and he has a death sentence to pronounce him, and his wrist is still a little painful.

If it's a fist, I don't know what the damage will become.

At this time, looking at the huge force of heaven and earth like a landslide in front of him, Yang Ming could only grit his teeth, the lava shield and the mana shield were put on his body one after another, and the dragon and tiger fist was stepped out under his feet, and the death penalty was announced in his left hand, and his right fist was like a dragon lake.

If the mountains are ahead, I will interrupt the mountains to show you!

The fists and swords hit almost at the same time, and the power between the two exploded like a tsunami. Lan Jun's landslide punch was also forcefully stopped, and the force urged the entire mountain range to stop in place, unable to move.

Even if the mountains are not interrupted, they are not allowed to move at will.

Lan Jun's eyes were horrified, in the battle with Yang Ming's avenue, he actually lost!

Yang Ming's Dao was able to withstand his Hedao Heaven and Earth, as if the entire Luofeng Mountain could not suppress Yang Ming's fighting spirit.

Yang Ming was also uncomfortable at this time, all the shields were almost broken at the same time, only Yang Ming was still dying, blood had begun to spill between his teeth, and his right fist had opened a wound on his forearm.

However, Yang Ming looked at the mountains in front of him and did not have the slightest fear, but threw down the death sentence in his hand.

Can you withstand my full punch, but eight times the full punch?

Pure martial artists are best to fight, because of the pride of the battlefield!