Zhutian Avenue

On the top of the mountain, the wind flowed and the air flow whistled.

Pang Wanyang's face remained the same, but he glanced at the Taiji picture and shook his head slightly:

"Unfortunately, you haven't done it ..."

The two were separated by a distance of a few miles, but the top of the mountain seemed to become heavy at once, and the flying wind and wind were all pressed against the ground by invisible pressure.

Many martial arts people on the top of the mountain subconsciously backed away, trying to avoid the two.

However, no matter how they retreated, the depression in their hearts was unable to subside. It was clear that the two were opposed to each other, but the partiality gave them the illusion of facing the two big masters.

"The road is endless. How can we talk about success or failure?"

An Qisheng just smiled.

State is never everything, especially for him.

No matter the Qi or the veins, it is just the division of the predecessors. The time and space are eternal. The times will never stop. Only one generation is stronger than the other.

The legacy of the predecessors will only become a stepping stone to the higher, not a bondage.

How is the vein?

What about Tai Yin Wuji?

Do not say that Pang Wanyang has a ray of God's intention here, even if he is close, he will have to fight again.

"The avenue is boundless. It is true that this is not achieved or not ..."

Pang Wanyang nodded slightly, agreeing.

Speaking, he slightly regretted:

"If you had known such a character long ago, this time, it should not have come ..."

A volume of Tai Chi graphics has already shown the avenue of this person's heart. He was a little surprised, and wanted to see what the scene was like.

At this time, he came, although it was a ray of divine will, if he couldn't reach it, wouldn't it be a pity that this so thorough avenue?

He sighed and stepped forward.

boom!

As soon as he paced, his breath changed again.

It was like the sky under the sky, so that thousands of hectares of waves were set off.

In a short time, the mountains were shaking, the dust was like dragons, and there seemed to be thousands of troops to step on.

Bang!

There seems to be a thunder roll on the horizon.

Wang Jianglong raised his eyebrows and saw that the white clouds in the sky were full of ink, and all the light had been covered in an instant.

"Qiji sympathy, Taiyin Wuji ..."

Yun Haitian slowly spit out a stale gas, and looked dignified.

Qi Qi, sympathetic with heaven and earth, can slightly affect the surrounding heaven and earth aura, but can only achieve the point where the void generates water and fire.

And when the pulse of God is 10%, under the turbulence of God's will, he can even wrap up a few miles of heaven and earth aura, walk with the wind and thunder, and follow the burning mountain to cook the sea.

Like the Red Sun King, the power of a day can burn thousands of miles.

It is even more legendary that there are certain strange martial arts that can change the weather meteor through long-term communication. However, in just one step, the sky is covered by clouds. Such power is only Tai Yin Wuji!

Countless people changed their colors. .

I only felt that Pang Wanyang took a step forward, and the world turned for it, and the vast momentum filled the mind with time.

God's meaning is vast and infinite, as if empty and omnipresent.

Everyone in the scene only felt heavy, only that they would be the first to bear it.

For a while, the mountain was chaotic and everyone was in danger.

"The movement changes around the clock, the climate changes, and the Taiyin Promise is really a completely different realm ..."

With a soft sigh, An Qisheng slowly got up.

Human changes affect the four seasons, and even today he can't do it, or in other words, he can't reach the level that affects the changes of the four seasons with a simple physique.

In the legend of Xuan Xing, there are Taoist stepping footsteps that affect the four seasons, but he has different methods of stepping footsteps, and that is more similar to Feng Shui.

Compared with Pang Wanyang's steps, celestial phenomena can not be compared.

Hum ~

As he slowly stood up.

The minds and spirits of the people present were all stunned, only to feel that the invisible gas field was spreading in all directions. The person stood up instantly, like a towering mountain suddenly rising up, and like a true dragon heading into the clouds, connecting the heavens and the earth.

Retreat into the dark clouds!

The dark sky seemed to be pierced through, and the golden sun was falling from the hollow, spreading like an armor on An Qisheng's white robe.

Between the howling winds, his spotless white robes danced with the wind, like the legendary fairy who wanted to cross the thunder and roar and soar.

An immense expanse of breath was deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone like a branded copy.

Although they simply stood up, everyone just felt that the crisis in their hearts disappeared, as if the mountains and rivers were ahead, blocking the torrent.

Whirring ~~~

On the top of the mountain, the two stood opposite each other.

Between the two, there seemed to be an invisible gas wall collision, and the hurricane that was rising seemed to be scattered like a wind knife, forcing many martial arts people to retreat.

The monks such as Wang Jianglong, Yun Haitian, and Sankong looked at each other and pushed away, but before they came to the martial arts.

"It's so interesting, it's kind of interesting ..."

As the air roared, Pang Wanyang's eyes were shining brightly:

"Take me this way. I don't think there is a big problem."

"Too much nonsense."

An Qisheng stared indifferently, then stepped on,

Get started!

In the sound of the cracks, his slender, beautiful jade-like fingers flicked into the void, and 54,000 changes had been born!

In the realm of Dean Qisheng, the perception of time has been completely different from ordinary people.

An ordinary person's finger is just a finger.

And with his flick of a finger, it can be seen that in sixty moments, nine hundred lives were lost!

In just one click, An Qisheng's fingers have produced 54,000 changes!

In the distance, come sideways!

Hum ~

It seemed that the bronze bell in Huangjue Temple was ringing!

Amongst others, everyone only felt that a towering portal appeared on the top of the mountain, taller and more sacred than the gate on the mountain of King Power.

Slowly pressing down, the air flow within a few miles of sky was trembling, being pushed by this palm together, like a substantial city wall, a mountain, moving down and down!

boom!

Air waves emptied!

Pang Wanyang is full of clothes.

The palm of his eyes, which contains thousands of changes, is outlined in the depth of his eyes, and the heat in his eyes seems to be burning out.

For a time, on the top of the mountain of kingship intertwined with light and darkness, there seemed to be two burning suns.

"Haha! Hahaha!"

Pang Wanyang pierced the waves with a long laugh.

It was another step out, as if the earth had been stepped over, and the raised arm suddenly grasped it.

boom!

It seemed that the Thunder exploded in his palm, and the heartbeat of everyone present was stopped under the huge fluctuations.

The next moment, empty the waves.

He flatly punched, ignoring the space generally spanning hundreds of feet, and met An Qisheng's overwhelmed palm.

His fist was like a burning meteor falling to the ground, like a comet flickering tail, more like a sudden dyke, the railings rolling towards the towering palm.

The martial arts people present could not describe the power of this punch, as if heaven and earth were in their hands, and life and death were in my palm.

It is in charge, it is extinction, it is grand, and it is indifference.

Magnificent!

"This punch ..."

An Qisheng's eyes, which had straddled several miles from the quake blast, were condensed.

In his induction, Pang Wanyang's fist was almost integrated with heaven and earth. The five-finger pinch almost moved the heaven and earth together and pushed it horizontally, as if heaven and earth had stopped at him together!

Bang!

Really shake the mountain!

Within a few miles of the peak of the King Power, the hard white jade rock paved floors sank three feet!

It seems to be flattened by an invisible magic soldier!

Even though many martial arts people have taken precautions at this time, they are also embarrassed and almost fall here.

In this collision between the two, not only the balance of the mountains, but also the balance of their minds!

Whistle ~~

The smoke was tumbling like hundreds of earth dragons, and they danced with the roaring wind dragons!

Just a collision.

It's so amazing!

On the top of the mountain, countless people were dazzled.

Only Wang Jianglong and Yun Haitian were dumbfounded, striding together, and filling the sky with their brilliance and vitality, linked to each other and turned into an invisible gas wall to block them.

The next moment, the flying dust splashed over like the most powerful hidden weapon in the world.

Crackling ~

In the sound of the bang of a renju gun, many people in the martial arts jumped.

Most of them were formerly An Qisheng's “come here” to build the Shanmen. At this time, the square was shattered into ruins.

Bang!

On the top of the mountain, the air wave rises hundreds of feet like a mushroom cloud, completely dispersing the diffuse dark cloud.

Then the broken sand and gravel ‘簌簌’ fell and fell like a rain on the top of Wang Power Mountain.

boom!

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like a moment later.

The two figures flew away from each other at the end of the ruins.

Flying across the sky, standing in the mid-air of Baizhang ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The air flow around the dragon growls.

Huh ~

An Qisheng was full of crickets all over his body, like a burning furnace.

There were waves of blood flowing out of the body like waves of big rivers, and the rolling heat waves were caused by the fierce boiling of his blood.

"Director!"

Wang Jianglong's body moved, and An Qisheng was already on his side.

As soon as he fell, he frowned.

In this heat wave, he could smell a moment of seemingly absent, like the fragrance of mountains and trees in the early morning after rain.

"Director was injured?"

Wang Jianglong shook under his heart, knowing that it was bloody.

He has been in Wangquanshan for several days, and before that he offered to try with An Qisheng.

There was no doubt that he had no chance of winning that battle.

But what impressed him most was not the three types of Sanshou, but the physique of the Taoist superpower.

With his full blow to the dragon's palm, he was severely wounded by a body that was more than a hundred times stronger than humans, but he was endured by the Tao Changsheng, even without injury.

This Pang Wanyang is just as powerful as God, so arrogant?

An Qisheng waved his hand slightly, indicating that he was not inconvenienced.

The raised eyes looked at Pang Wanyang standing in the air, and said lightly:

"Why support it? It's not your body ..."

An Qisheng's voice did not fall, he only heard a muffled sound in the air.

Pang Wanyang, or 'Sheep Snake''s body, exploded in the sky as if evolving.

In a moment, the flesh and blood became mud, falling down like rain, and the **** gas was blown up by the air waves, and everyone could smell it.

"Okay! Good! Good!"

The sound of ripples in indifference echoed in the rain of the sky:

"On February 2, the following year, in the desert, wait for the Taoists to drive!"

Amidst the falling air current, An Qisheng responded lightly:

"it is good!"

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