With a spiritual weapon to protect himself, it can be said that he is in an invincible position, Chen Ziliang is very sure in his heart, and he doesn't care about Fakong's move to delay time to recover his mana.

"It's better to decide the winner with one blow!" Master, what do you think?" Chen Ziliang said, quite breezy and light.

Fakong took a deep breath and said, "Okay! Just as the donor said!" Chen Ziliang has a spiritual weapon to protect himself, and Fakong is only forty percent of his mana now, even if he casts the Prajna palm again, it is estimated that he will not be able to break through his defenses. However, Fakong is not a character who gives up easily, and he will never give up if he does not fight until the last moment! The two of them separated the Fa Xing from Confucius, and since they decided to win or lose in one move, there is no need for the two of them to fight again! No matter which of them wins or loses, they need their own people to take them away.

Before the decisive battle, it is always quiet. The wind is quiet, the sound is quiet, everything is quiet.

The word Prajna has a vast Buddhist principle, and it is not a profound Dharma that can only be touched in the slightest. Prajna in Buddhism, meaning to discern wisdom, but this Buddhism spiritual magic is the most fierce!

The whole body of Fakong is only one hundred and fifty mana, and it is only forty percent of what it was in its heyday, but if all these forty percent of the mana is exhausted, it can also make the Prajna palm exert two percent of its power! This is already his current extreme, even if he has more mana, this is his lack of Dharma accumulation, and he can't understand more of the essence of Prajna, so he can't exert more spiritual power! This is the limit above the level of spiritual art, and if you want to fully exert its power, you must understand its essence.

Here, Fakong consumed all his mana and unleashed a palm of his strongest attack at present, but Chen Ziliang just kept inputting mana into the spirit weapon jade pendant, inspiring the strongest defensive power! One attack, one defend, if it is broken, Fakong will win, and if it is defended, Chen Ziliang will win!

This time, a much more condensed golden palm phantom flew out, and even a few thick palm prints could be seen! The golden palm was as big as a bucket, and it slapped fiercely on the blue light mask, "Coax!" There was an earth-shattering sound!

The smoke and dust were filled, enveloping Chen Ziliang, and Fakong was pale and stood weakly.

After a long time, the smoke and dust dissipated, and a layer of light blue light was firmly revealed in front of everyone, it was obvious that Chen Ziliang had prevented it!

"Master, please leave!" Chen Ziliang said, taking away the protective light mask, behind his hands, there was a little grandmaster demeanor.

"Ahem!" Fa Kong coughed weakly and nodded, "Okay, let's go." "There are thousands of Fa Xing, and I hold the Fakong and retreat away.

It wasn't until he retreated into the forest that Chen Ziliang relaxed his mind, took out a spirit pill and took it, and the mana in his body was squeezed out, it was a spirit weapon, and it consumed more mana than spirit art! Spirit magic also limited your understanding of the essence of meaning, this spirit weapon is a real How much mana provides how strong the defense power is, just now in order to defend against that punch, the spirit weapon Yu Peisheng drained his mana! He also reluctantly pretended to have some spare strength to show Fakong, otherwise, if Fa Xing also cultivated spiritual arts, the ending would really be difficult to say!

Finally, there were only two people left, and Chen Ziliang excitedly stretched out his hand to the white jade stem.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the sky, "That fellow Daoist, be careful!" Chen Ziliang raised his head when he heard the sound, but saw a figure falling from the sky and slamming himself into the air!

A young man with golden rings in his eyes got up from the ground, wearing a tattered robe, barely covering his figure, and the little sun mark on his eyebrows was particularly dazzling. Chen Ziliang got up, first glanced at Bai ****, and saw that it was still intact in the same place, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, seeing that the young man was the inner disciple of the Taibai Sword Sect, but he was on fire, and scolded: "You thief, why are you hitting me well?

Chunyang bumped into someone else, and he couldn't help it, he thought about apologizing, and if he didn't accompany him, forget it, after all, he knew that it was not serious at all, and he wouldn't even be injured. It's just that I don't want this person to open his mouth and scold, when did he Chunyang receive such a bird qi, although his own family has not become a core in the Taibai Sword Sect, but he has made good friends with the descendants of various peaks, which one will not have the strength to win the true inheritance in the future!

Even with those senior brothers in the realm of gangsha, he has never been inferior to others, let alone bullied! He has been called a thief and blind by others, he is really not a son of man!

The smile that was about to rise in the pure masculine was closed, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said, "It's not right to hit you in a poor way, but how can you insult me?"

Chen Ziliang took the elixir, and the mana in his body recovered very quickly, there were already as many as two or three percent, plus he also had a helper, seeing that Chunyang was in tatters, plus it was so descent, it is estimated that he used the method of flying when he fled for his life, and he was banned from the air, and when he was knocked down, how much mana could he have?

"Hey, you hit me, and you don't want me to scold you?" Chen Ziliang was already looking for trouble.

Chunyang frowned, seeing that he was so arrogant, he said in his heart that this person is the legendary gentleman, right? For this kind of person, he was too lazy to care, and said in his mouth: "Poor Dao bumped into you, it's Poor Dao's fault, but if you scold Poor Dao, even if you are clear, leave!"

After speaking, Chunyang turned around and was about to leave. In this case, Chen Ziliang should leave quickly before the other party didn't notice the white jade stem, and the province had another accident and picked it by mistake, but he was blinded by greed and opened his mouth to stop Chunyang.

"Wait!" Chunyang turned around and said, "What's the matter?"

"Hehe! You pretended to be me, just like this left? How can there be such a cheap thing, if you don't leave three thousand-year-old elixirs, don't want to leave!" The last sentence was already a little eerie and murderous.

Chun Yang was amused in his heart, not to mention that he didn't have a thousand-year elixir, even if he did, he wouldn't give it to you! The first time he encountered this kind of thing, he was still quite interested in having fun.

"Oh, what if I have to leave?" said Chunyang playfully.

"Hehe, leave the elixir, naturally let you go, if you pop out half a word, grandpa, I don't care about killing or burying it!" Chen Ziliang said solemnly.