The sky collapsed, the wind and clouds changed color, and the fist hit the Nine Masked Doors. Yan hits the waves to promote the essence, qi, and spirit of the whole body to the extreme, and never leaves any subsequent changes!

It is better to cut off one of the enemy's ten fingers than to hurt them. Even if he is injured, he has to kill one person, break the opponent's encirclement formation, and earn a chance to survive.

The attack on Bai Flawless is just a false blow. From the beginning to the end, his goal is Jiumeng! Because of this person's heart, he will never allow him to retreat, and he will definitely choose to fight hard with himself. He had already understood this when he tried his opponent with his mental power.

The overwhelming fist power enveloped Jiumeng, and the air was forcibly compressed, making a piercing sound of "Bibi peeling".

"Good time!" Jiumeng roared, and without the slightest fear, he swung his left fist and met it head-on. His mountain shrank several times at once, but his entire arm and fist swelled sharply, and the power of his body continued to surge, and the skin of the rock became smooth and shiny, glowing with a jade-like luster.

At the same time, his right arm was raised high, and his huge palm slapped at Yan Hit Wave from top to bottom, like a flying mosquito fly.

"Boom!" The air wave exploded, and the two fists, one large and one small, collided violently, making an earth-shattering loud noise. Yan Zhenglang snorted lowly, his shoulders shook slightly, and he could still protect Huiyuan on his back unscathed, and he was not affected by the impact.

Jiumeng trembled all over, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, broken jade chips peeled off from his fists, and his raised right arm couldn't help but feel sore, hanging down softly, and swinging weakly past Yan Zhenglang's side.

This is a collision without any fancy, and the two sides are all based on cultivation for the duel, and the strength is superior.

Not allowing the other party to breathe, and not giving others a chance to help, Yan Zhenglang's fist paused slightly, retracted, and flicked, and then the second punch slammed out. "Click-" Along the high-speed route of the fist, the space bloomed into fine cracks visible to the naked eye.

Jiumeng's expression changed slightly, his head, chest, lower abdomen and other places bulged wildly, and the boulders continued to pile up, like layers of bulging fortresses, fully protecting the vital points. After the two sides fought hard, Yan Zhenglang didn't need to regain his strength, and the fierceness of the second punch was better than the first punch, which was really terrifying.

A trace of complexity flashed in Ning Kongyu's beautiful eyes, and Yan Zhenglang forcibly urged his fist strength, which inevitably injured his internal organs and buried hidden dangers.

"Qiansheng Kun descends, change!" Guiguzi suddenly let out a clear whistle, and in the halo of the turtle shell, the black and white points of light quickly changed into another mysterious pattern.

At the same time, the gossip light and shadow of the Dao Gate floated on the eight people.

"Bang!" Yan hit the huge chest of Jiumeng with a punch, and suddenly felt abnormal. Only a small part of the huge force of the entire fist was borne by Jiumeng, and more turbid qi surged through the opponent's body, and was transmitted to the remaining seven people in turn according to the direction of the eight trigrams such as Zhen and Dui. In this way, every time one person passes, the fist power decreases by one point, until it is finally transmitted to Kumingzi, and there is not much fist power left.

Yan Zhenglang's heart sank, and he withdrew and retreated without hesitation. Kong Mingzi grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth, jumped out of the boat, and slapped out his left palm carelessly.

A flash of lightning flashed through his thin and yellow palm, so thin that it was almost invisible, and even the thunder was silent.

Palm Thunder!

This is the most basic method of the Taishang Shenxiao Sect, and beginners must take homework, and there are thousands of them who have practiced to perfection. However, no one has ever been able to display the palm thunder so unpretentiously and unfazedly like Kong Mingzi, and he is not shocked by the wind and rain.

This palm thunder is not fast, and it even seems to be slow and swaying. The moment he came out of his palm, he had already caught up with Yan Hitting the waves and reached his chest, and the contrast between extreme speed and extreme speed formed a strange sense of contradiction. The timing of the shot is also ingenious and accurate, just when the strength of the swallow hitting the wave is just exhausted, and the stamina is not born.

On the way to the rapid retreat, the swallow waves shook continuously, flashing overlapping figures, swooping out left and right, dazzling, difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake. Kong Mingzi's palm chased after his true body, locking a trace of qi at Yan Zhenglang's spiritual core.

Yan Zhenglang's eyes froze, and his fists were forced to move forward together, facing the palm thunder.

The fists touched, surprisingly without making any sound, and each froze as if they were tightly glued together.

Kong Mingzi and Yan Zhenglang looked at each other in the air, their eyes were like thunder and earth fire, bursting out with invisible light. Where the fists and palms collided, countless undercurrents of clear and turbid qi were surging and rushing, tearing, impacting, and entwining back and forth, like a dangerous whirlpool hidden under the calm sea.

A few breaths flew by, and the fist suddenly divided. "Poof!" Yan spurted blood from the mouth of the wave, and threw it back rapidly, his hands scorched black and smoking. He reluctantly made a move, and with the help of the palm thunder of Kong Mingzi, he skillfully hooked the hidden danger of the previous strong fist, and his internal organs were finally injured. Rao is like this, Huiyuan on his back is still safe and sound, firmly protected by his turbidity.

Ku Mingzi somersaulted in mid-air, and fell back to the bow of the boat with a "bang", the planks under his feet shattered, and the boat shook violently a few times, and the waves splashed violently.

Jiumeng roared loudly, opened his mouth and spewed out countless boulders, smashing into Yan Hitting the waves like meteors. Everyone seized the opportunity and rushed up one after another, the Jade Emperor Xuanqiong Qing Qi, Lingxi Sword Light, Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeves, Invisible Light Arrow, Five Elements Mountain...... Like a tsunami erupting, the offensive wave after wave was higher, completely submerging Yan hitting the waves.

The light and flame of the air wave continued to explode, like a monstrous wave, surging and roaring. Yan hit the waves, but his fist was like a light boat, dancing on the crest of the waves, never being swallowed up by the angry tide. Sometimes the fists are as fierce as a hammer, bravely ramming, and sometimes they are as soft as catkins, light and fluttering, dissolving the frenzy of everyone's offensive one after another.

In the fierce battle, Yan Zhenglang's left fist struck out violently, seemingly shaking the Jade Emperor Xuanqiong Qingqi, but the fist gave birth to a strange suction out of thin air, and the Jade Emperor Xuanqiong Qingqi was taken away, hitting the invisible light arrow that quietly shot from behind.

"Boom!" The Five Elements Mountain fell from the sky above Yan Banglang's head, Yan Banglang's figure flashed, and he rushed to Bai Wufang, sticking to him and moving and moving, and the dense fist shadow was tightly entangled in Liuyun Fei's sleeves, making Bai Wufang unable to get out. The Five Elements Mountain of the Five Elements Venerable was forced to stop in the sky and could not descend to suppress it.

"Brother Yan, be careful!" Ning Kongyu snorted, and the long sword flew with thousands of sword lights. The strength of Yan Hitting Wave's fist changed again, and the soft and soft force turned into rigidity in an instant, and Bai Wuflawless shook out, bouncing towards the Five Elements Mountain hanging above without falling, and at the same time, his fist probed into the Sen Sen sword light.

"Jingle bell—" A series of agitated dense sounds rang out, and one sword light was pulled by the fist, crashing into another sword light, and then into the third. Thousands of sword lights collided with each other, and the sword qi was chaotic and mutually repellent, collapsing on its own.

Kong Mingzi sighed softly, Yan Zhenglang's martial arts cultivation has reached the peak so far, and there is no way to advance. Only the last trace of the consummation of the state of mind can be shattered and gone.

It's a pity that he can't support himself after all, and there is always a limit to his strength, and sooner or later he will be consumed alive by everyone. Not to mention, this is not the killer weapon of the Daomen.

"Gossip furnace, change!" Guiguzi let out a long roar, and the turtle book flickered. Everyone attacked, retreated, and walked around the direction of the gossip.

With eight people as the fulcrum, a vast black and white gossip furnace is rising, covering Yan Hitting Waves in it.

On the river beach, Xuanzhu's eyes were uncertain, and the hand pressing on the boy's belly suddenly tightened, and the green tendons bloomed out.