The dragon soared like thunder, shocking hundreds of miles.

The power of a palm is mighty, and the impact makes the straw baskets and wooden frames on the entire street fly in all directions.

The two blue-clothed Daoists confronted the most turbulent move in "Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descent", and took two steps back at the same time.

Lu Zhou put his hands behind his back, and rubbed his left hand twice with his right hand.

He cultivated the Yin and Yang Qi of the Dao Gate, the Yin Qi was soft, and the Yang Qi was upright, and in the past, he had hardly encountered a force that was more violent and domineering than the Dao Gate Gang Qi.

Until now, I have encountered this "Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon" that is just and yang...... In the golden martial arts, "Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon" is definitely the first in the fierce world, the most masculine in the world, and the pinnacle of outer martial arts.

Han Feng rushed all the way from the Feng family, his breath had not yet calmed down, and he looked at the two blue-clothed Daoists, his eyes were cold and cold.

"Pathoist, tell us who you are. ”

The two Taoists are both seven-grade cultivators, and if they say that their martial arts are low, they can be regarded as the number one person in the rivers and lakes, and they are indeed not real masters if they say they are high.

Facing the menacing Han Feng, both of them were a little cowardly......

"We are the Daoists of the Taichu Dao Sect, and the battle with this Jade Emperor Sect disciple is a civil war in the Dao Sect, and I hope that the Venerable Master will not stop us. ”

"Taichu Dao Sect?" Han Feng couldn't help but smile when he heard this, and looked at the two blue-clothed Daoists, "I'm afraid that except for you Taichu Dao yourself, no sect will admit that you are a Taoist sect......

"Master Han has to think about it...... Your actions like this are completely provoking my primordial way!"

The Primal Daoist named Lu Zhou stared coldly at Han Feng.

Han Feng didn't care about such a threat at all, but instead smiled contemptuously:

"Friend, haven't you heard that I led a team in Chang'an Dao to exterminate several of your Taichudao strongholds in Chang'an Dao two months ago......? Am I doing less?"

As soon as the words fell, Han Feng's hands spread out, and the whole person swept through the two blue-clothed Dao people on the opposite side like a big bird.

The left hand condenses the true qi of Ming Yugong, and the right hand condenses the eight energies of the circulation.

The two majestic and powerful Peerless True Qi were divided into two sides and struck at the two Daoists respectively.

With Han Feng's current level of peerlessness, it is not too easy to beat the same level, and it is not difficult to fight one against two.

Lu Zhou was originally planning to use Dao Gate Yin Qi to overcome Gang with softness to resist Han Feng's supreme palm power, but what he didn't expect was that what came was a crowd of cold true qi that was domineering and pure, and at the same time had the artistic conception of turning around.

The powerful Mingyu True Qi surged along the Dao Gate's Yin Qi and invaded Lu Zhou's body, completely freezing his entire body...... Then layers of frost covered it, freezing Lu Zhou's whole person into an ice lump.

As for the other blue-clothed Daoist, he was completely blown up into a fool by Zhou Liu's eight strengths......

Han Feng made a move, pushed it out with a palm, and completely pushed the two out.

The ice lump exploded entirely, and the blue-clothed Daoist in it no longer had much ability to breathe......

Han Feng looked at the two Daoists who had fallen in front of the well, and his expression was a little puzzled:

"Just you two crooked fruit cracked jujubes, are you the Dao Sect master who blocked my Hanging Sword Division with the sound of the piano in the Feng family?

In fact, Lu Zhou, as a young man who is only about thirty years old, is already very proud to be able to hit the seventh-grade level, but the two of them who were just lifted up by Han Feng and beaten up obviously have no confidence to refute.

Han Feng felt the "Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique" in his heart at this moment, and sensed the emotion of one enemy and one friend.

Then, Han Feng suddenly had an idea, raised his hand, and the golden dragon shadow formed on the palm of his hand.

"Two, you pray that you can get the favor of the Sanqing Patriarch after you die~"

"Aang!!"

A dragon roar pierced the sky.

The most powerful [Kanglong has regrets] in "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon" played out.

However, at that moment, a piano sounded.

It is like a spring jumping, and it is like a breeze blowing in the valley, which makes people feel open.

But it is also this kind of power that actually affects Han Feng's "Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descent" palm power with the energy of sound waves.

The golden dragon shadow trembled, gradually dissolving into invisibility.

Han Feng's eyes were slightly condensed, and in front of the two blue-clothed Daoists in front of him, a young Daoist wearing a gray wide-sleeved Dao robe had already appeared, sitting cross-legged and fuqin.

The movements are free and uninhibited, and the demeanor is calm and unhurried.

It's just like a fairy in the world who is dashing out of the dust.

This is the person who observed Han Feng on the tall building with Feng Bo before, and the person who forced the Hanging Sword Division back with the sound of the piano in the Feng family.

I saw that his fingers kept playing, and the powerful sound waves continued to brew, condensing into a sword with no specific shape in front of the Taoist.

Some are just general concepts, and invincible edges!

"You are the leader of the Primordial Dao's plan in the Cloud and Dust Capital?"

Han Feng asked coldly.

The young Taoist who stroked the qin had no expression on his face and slowly plucked the strings...... Then, the invisible sonic sword in front of him slowly began to spin, shooting towards Han Feng at a rapid pace.

Han Feng raised his hands, and the golden dragon shadow conjured out, and six gorgeous and vast golden dragon shadows immediately emerged from the golden light around Han Feng's body.

"Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon" [Time by Six Dragons]!

The mighty dragon shadow collided with the invisible sonic sword, shattering at the same time.

Han Feng sensed that his "Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descent" could not stop the casual blow of this top middle and third-grade master, and hurriedly dodged back, grabbed Song Xulun and hid on the street corner.

Then there was a loud bang.

There was only a big pit left where Han Feng was standing just now.

Sonic swordsmanship is so strong......

And the sound of the mysterious young Daoist's piano has not stopped, and the incomparable sonic sword continues to emerge in the air...... And it's five in a row......

Song Xulun looked at the sound wave therapy forming in the air, and struggled to say to Han Feng, who was carrying him:

"Master Han, the conspiracy of Taichu Dao is ongoing, Yunchen still needs your leadership, you leave quickly, I will delay your footsteps for you!"

Han Feng glanced at Song Xulun and sighed:

"He's a good boy~"

Then a hand knife knocked out the poor little Taoist priest.

The mysterious Taoist didn't say much to Han Feng, and the five sharp sound wavelength swords condensed, aiming at Han Feng's head, neck, and heart.

He didn't understand why Han Feng knocked Song Xulun out at this time...... However, Han Feng himself understood.

Five illusory sonic swords broke through the air, and at this moment of extreme crisis.

A petite figure in white fell from the sky.

Six blazing and domineering crimson fireballs hovered behind her, and a powerful palm rushed out.

【Yangge Tianjun】!!

The mighty palm-like power collided with the five-handled sonic sword, and the sonic sword was shattered instantly, and the remaining strength of the palm power broke through the air at the same time and flew to the young Taoist of Fuqin in front of him.

The Taoist stood up, slapped the guqin, and pulled out a simple long sword from it, and the sword collided with the palm power of [Yangge Tianjun].

The Mystic Daoist only felt a flower in front of him, took a few steps back, and spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

Han Feng finally had confidence at this time.

stepped forward and asked coldly:

"Okay, now tell me everything you know~"

"Hehe, it turns out that Master Han, who is famous all over the world, has a connection with the person of Heavenly Court who has been quite famous in Fuyuan Dao recently, but it's very good, it's useless......"

The mystic cultivator kept a smile on his lips.

At this moment, the fog that had been in the sky began to gather and fell from the sky......

The black clouds locked the entire cloud and dust......