Gu Chuanxia put away the sword pill, pulled his hands together, and clenched his fists, which was the starting style of the Great Five Elements Town Bright Fist. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

King Jinpeng, the yin and yang mirror moves, the yang energy is subdued, and the yin energy is pervasive.

The billowing dead qi turned into a black line and spread towards the ancient legend.

This is the proof that his yin and yang qi are not innate.

If it is a yin-yang mirror condensed by the two qi of innate yin and yang, this blow will be silent. Once hit, Da Luo Jin Xian is enough to choke, and Da Luo will be killed in an instant.

The black line of death spreads quickly, but not to the point where it is impossible to dodge.

It's just that Gu Chuanxia stood in place as if his feet were rooted, his fists were slow, like an old donkey grinding.

The next moment, a huge grinding disc descended, fiercely blocking the black death line.

Gu Chuanxia pushed with both fists, and the grinding disc rolled, and the black death line was included and then worn out.

The supernatural powers were invincible to the martial arts of the ancient legends, and the King of the Great Golden Peng spread his wings and continued to flee towards the military formation.

The ancient legend stepped on the grinding plate and pointed out.

A drop of water seeped out from the fingertips of the ancient legend.

When the wind blows, it turns into a giant sword that reaches into the sky.

The sword array is together, in the eyes of the Great Golden Peng King, the nine heavens and ten earths are all swords, and thousands of universes are inescapable.

Only above the head did there be a little clear light, as if it was an exit.

The Great Golden Peng King was already flustered at this time, where could he care so much, so his wings shook and flew towards the place where the clear light was revealed.

At this time, he also reversed his human form and became dexterous.

rushed up, knocked the crown of the wings of the Nine Heavens Dapeng into the dust, and the long green hair was draped.

The King of the Golden Pengs screamed and fell. Gu Chuanxia was outside the layers of sword shadows, his hands were together, and there was a sound of sword roaring everywhere, and the sword qi pounced fiercely.

Poor King Jinpeng, a generation of demon males, the lord of Jinpeng died under the sword of the ancient legend like this.

The ancient chivalrous martial arts has come to an end, and he is only one step away from becoming a martial ancestor, comparable to Da Luo Jin Xian. The means are astonishing, and they have reached the point of shaking the past and the present. It is said that it is an ordinary golden immortal, even if it is the peak golden immortal who dominates the party, he is afraid that he will die and not live in the face of him.

Let's say that after the King of the Great Golden Peng was killed by the ancient legend with a sword, there was a little Yuan Shen who escaped for some reason, and flew up to the sky and entered the Eight Palaces of Lingshan.

At this time, the golden-winged Dapeng was drinking in the Babu Palace, and there were many flying heavens above the main hall, dancing in the wind, which was not very beautiful.

As the protector of Buddhism, he does not need to abide by the rules and precepts of Buddhism, and he is equivalent to a senior thug hired by Buddhism in disguise, and he is not a person in the system.

When that little bit of the primordial spirit flew in, explained the reason to the golden-winged Dapeng, and cried about the grievances, the primordial spirit was exhausted and disappeared.

The golden-winged Dapeng watched his nephew Yuan Shen who he had personally ignited shattered, Da Luo was difficult to save, and the angry three corpse gods jumped violently. He smashed the coral glass treasure marigold in his hand, and blurted out: "What a young man who doesn't know the so-called human race! Dare to kill my nephew! I don't crush your bones and ashes, and destroy the original god, how can I be worthy of my poor nephew!"

He was about to pack up his armor and fly to Fuyu Mountain, but he saw a Buddha Fu Fu flying from the Da Lei Yin Temple at the top of Ling Mountain, sealing the gate of the Eight Palaces.

The thunder sounded mightily, and the Buddha's decree came, only saying that the golden-winged Dapeng should not go out, and that he should practice Buddhism in the Eight Palaces and listen to the Buddha's mantra.

The golden-winged Dapeng was angry, but he did not dare to disobey the order of the Buddha, so he could only continue to drink in the Babu Palace to relieve his boredom, and at the same time collect materials, and curse the ancient legend in order to achieve a miraculous effect.

It is said that the Golden-winged Dapeng is a Da Luo Jin Immortal, even if he is not strong in the curse technique, and curses the ancient legend of a warrior who is quite a golden immortal, but he is also able to catch it.

But he didn't know that the ancient legend was a warrior.

And from the Hereafter.

The art of curses is mostly related to fate, cause and effect.

The fate of the ancient legend is not there, and cause and effect are very rare in ancient times, which also makes the curse technique of the Golden Winged Roc very unsatisfactory.

With the two treasures given by Taishang Laojun, the curse can't play the slightest role.

Seven days of practice, to no avail.

The anger in the heart of the golden-winged Dapeng could no longer be concealed, and he tore off a few feathers from his body, turning into himself and still drinking and having fun in the Babu Palace.

But secretly he entered the palace of Namahuraja and stole the snake battle of Maharaja.

This snake is a witch treasure inherited from ancient times, and today's magic weapons are different, simple, simple, not as many magic weapons, but powerful, spewing poisonous mist, and can even blind the Buddha's decree.

After blinding the Buddha's decree with a snake battle, the golden-winged Dapeng flapped his wings and flew to the foot of the floating jade mountain.

I saw that on the Floating Jade Mountain, on a cliff, the body of the Great Golden Peng King was hanging here, baked by the scorching sun and the strong wind, looking broken and miserable.

Seven days of blood had not dried, and the entire cliff had been completely stained with blood.

The Golden-Winged Roc was furious and stomped on it.

The entire floating jade mountain poured forty-five degrees in the direction of his stomping, and for a moment it seemed as if the sky had collapsed.

"Who is the ancient legend hero!Get out of here and die!" The Golden-winged Roc roared fiercely.

In the Floating Jade Mountain, in a monotonous, dry cave, Gu Chuanxia opened his eyes, and the long sword had been condensed with the scabbard and appeared in his palm.

A crazy monk came from outside, and directly moved two golden mountains and three milky ways, blocking the entire Fuyu Mountain. Even if we break the Oblivion Dragon, we can't crash through the space and fly into the void... Ao Yan stumbled over and shouted.

Gu Chuanxia walked out of the cave and looked up.

I saw two golden mountains, one south and one north, suppressed the leylines, making the aura in the air extremely heavy and lazy, walking under the shroud of these two golden mountains, the speed will inevitably be greatly reduced, and it will be extremely difficult to fly up.

And between the two mountains surrounding the Fuyu Mountain, there are two silver rivers, shuttling vertically and horizontally, like a ribbon around.

Space and even time were also nailed, completely isolating the entire Fuyu Mountain into a small world.

Between the two mountains and three rivers, there is a monk in a golden robe, who is calling for battle, and the body of the Great Golden Peng King is placed beside him.

"Golden-winged Dapeng!" Gu Chuanxia's eyes froze.

The Lord he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

If there was no mission for the Taishang Laojun, when the King of the Great Golden Peng raised his troops to attack, he could have only defeated him, and then forced him to sign the Heavenly Dao Oath, and there would be no further violation.

Just to complete the task, the Great Golden Peng King had to be killed.

Not only to kill, but also to deter the eight directions with its corpse, and at the same time undoubtedly declare war on the Golden-winged Dapeng.

The moment Gu Chuanxia walked out of the cave, the sight of the golden-winged roc was also cast at the same time.

"You are the ancient legend, who gave you the courage to kill my nephew?" the golden-winged roc roared, and the dragons all over the mountain shrank into a ball, burying their heads and trembling.

The Golden-Winged Roc is the natural enemy of the Dragon Clan, and in the face of the Golden-Winged Roc, even if there is no difference in rank, they still can't raise the slightest intention of resistance.

Ao Yan stood behind Gu Chuanxia, and the pressure was borne by Gu Chuanxia, even so, her face was still pale, she was stupid, and there was no joy on weekdays.

"I'm Gu Chuanxia! I did kill your nephew!" Gu Chuanxia nodded in acknowledgement.

"It's you!" the Golden-Winged Roc sneered, and had already punched towards the Ancient Legend from afar.