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The Seven Great Masters of the World Gather at Hanlong Inn!

Drink and fight!

In the third floor of the Hanlong Inn, Pang Wanyang's shirt moved without wind, and the volcano erupted as if silent for thousands of years.

Suddenly, the Hanlong Inn shook the mountains, and the dust on the corners of the eaves was ‘falling down’.

In the face of the world's top six, they dare to invite battle!

Outside the Hanlong Inn, Mrs. Bai Lian's expression in the vast yellow sand changed dramatically, and the owner lady in the fainting corner jumped up on the first floor corner, hysterically shouting:

"Chef, man, you are not going to lift your mother yet! Old woman, old woman's legs are numb!"

Above the long table on the third floor, a few people looked different.

The look of the runner and the moon worshiper did not change, because they never thought of challenging Pang Wanyang.

The mad mad man put down his glass with a slam, his eyes glowed.

Mu Qingfeng groaned in the long sword in the palm of his hand and issued a low dragon groan.

However, the two of them had a battle to see the changes in heaven's popularity.

A break was a sigh, and the majestic air-powered machine had locked everyone present.

Anyone who dares to have a move and face it will be his thunderous rage.

Everyone was pulled by their air machine, and their breath spontaneously sprang up, and they did not budge.

Even the real moon worshipers and runners who do n’t want to participate are also being pulled by this machine and have to join them.

boom!

The mighty atmosphere rose like a real smoke into the sky. The roof of the Hanlong Inn was thick enough to block the storm. With only one touch, it was completely turned into dust and was blown into the sky by the air.

Only An Qisheng could not sit still, his face was dull, but there was a streamer between the opening and closing of the eyes, which seemed to be in front of the brand.

The seven tops gathered in the small building outside Saisai. This situation is unprecedented, and it may not be common in the future. For An Qisheng, it is even more precious.

"Sixty years ago, Pang came to Dafeng for the first time. In twenty years, he measured the world, learned the world, and realized the extremes of the human body."

Faced with the connection between the air and the machine, it seems that they want to shoot at the masters of the world, Pang Wanyang stands against his hands, and his eyes are as bright as Jin Yang, slowly speaking:

"In the following 20 years, Pangmou really did reach the limits of human beings. For forty years, the world was the first, and the human body was limited, but the heavens and the earth were infinite.

Only now I know that the world is infinite, the world is infinite. "

On the long table, the six looked indifferent, looking at Pang Wanyang lightly.

In the erratic air flow, he was hunting and commenting on everyone:

"Mu Qingfeng, you watch the mountains, the sea, the clouds, the clouds, the clouds, the clouds, the clouds, the sun rises and the moon rises and you realize. The sword light accommodates many changes in the world.

Mu Qingfeng's face sinks like water, Jianming sounds gently groan, surrounded by dragons.

"Yan madman, you rise from the end of the micro, stand side by side with martial arts, proudly laugh at the princes of the world, and have the world's unparalleled Dapeng Wang fist, and lead the Dalongmen to dominate the state. It is truly a masterpiece of the world."

Yan Kuangzi poured out his own drink and borrowed wine.

"Walking on the moon, you rarely meet with people in your life, sit on the mountain for decades, realize the changes in the heart of the heavens, people, the army, the state of the country, you are not as good as Han taste palace, but for the realization of the world, but the world first."

The moon worshiper didn't speak, his fingers hit the desktop, and ripples appeared in his eyes.

"The runner, you use Dharma's magic skills to self-contain, and the aura is overwhelming for ten miles. Your mind is the country of Buddha. It is revered by millions of people as a living Buddha. The depth of spiritual cultivation is rare in the world."

The runner Wang Shan palm raised his chest, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"A break!"

"Everyone in the world says that you are the second in the world. Over the past 200 years, you have been surpassed by descendants one by one. But Pangmou knows that you were famous all over the world two hundred years ago, and you later retreated from the rapids. Become the way of the sun.

After sitting on the dijiazi, the sun is infinite. In this world, masculine domineering, you are first! "

"Amitabha."

In the face of Pang Wanyang's comment, Yixiu finally raised his eyelids, and there seemed to be a rising sun in the cloudy eyes.

In the world, if someone is qualified to comment on these five great masters, it must be Pang Wanyang.

No one except him qualified for this.

Listening to his comments, An Qisheng raised his eyebrows slowly, and the ripples in the depths of his eyes slowly subsided.

"But you guys"

Pang Wanyang stood with his hands in his hands, his hair was flying with his clothes, and he was already erect. At this time, he was as towering as an unshakable mountain.

"Better than me!"

No better than me!

These four words are not very grand, but they contain Pang Wanyang's absolute confidence in the first decades of the world.

On the third floor, the breath is condensed.

The runner Wang ’s smile completely disappeared, his eyelids fluttered, Mu Qingfeng ’s palm buzzing seemed to be released, and the face of the real moon worshiper changed, and the madman ’s eyebrows were upright

However, even though arrogant as a mad madman, arrogant as Mu Qingfeng, there was nothing to say for a moment.

Because, Pang Wanyang's status was really punched out by himself!

The first throne in the world is the bones of countless masters, piled up by unjust souls!

"So you don't have to fight!"

In the cold, indifferent, arrogant, and peaceful eyes, Pang Wanyang leaped like a dragon to the sky, hunting in his clothes, like a **** in the clouds:

"Da Ke came one by one and defeated you,

Fight for kingship again! "

Rumble!

The sky exploded, and the mighty sound waves drove down the sky, overwhelming the sky.

The air was rolling, the sea of ​​clouds was tossing, Pang Wanyang stood with his arms raised, his breath was turbulent, like the raging waves of the raging sea in a storm.

At infinite altitude, it seems that dark clouds are rolling in!

It seems that celestial phenomena have changed for the better!

Everyone who fled the Hanlong Inn, the cook, the guests, and the boss lady who was carried by several people all looked horribly upright.

Martial arts can be practiced to this extent?

Is that human being?

Looking at that figure, my mind was completely empty.

High mountains?

Heiner rivers?

睥睨 Shino?

It seems that all the adjectives in the world can be placed on him, and it seems that all adjectives are not enough to describe his momentum.

Tens of miles of heaven and earth were still when it was still in the sand, seemingly pushed away by an endless majesty, and wailed and fled.

All tangible and intangible substances are fleeing the figure standing in the sky, like a mighty shore.

It ’s amazing!

Until this time, on the third floor of Hanlong Inn, Pang Wanyang's words fluttered.

The look of several people was uncertain.

Invariably looked at An Qisheng.

There is no comment, but ‘defeat you first, and then fight for the king ’s power’ is enough.

No one would not understand the truth in Pang Wanyang's words.

"Amitabha!"

With both hands folded, the breath calmed down and seemed to be brewing.

As his air machine calmed down, the other people's air machines also calmed down. Only the mad madman suddenly got up, his breath rising like a smoke.

"Lao Pang, you are too crazy!"

In the sound of a long howling through the clouds, the mad fan opened his arms, and his body stood up, like Dapeng flapping his wings, jumping up, as if a meteor was pulling out a thousand scorching stream of air, straight to the clouds !!

Pang Wanyang straight away!

An outbreak!

Temperament is never the same!

If we say that the previous Yan madman is just an old man who looks unruly, at this time it looks like a king who smashes the world.

Stepping into the air is like a big dragon holding its head up, and the air flow crashes and the waves roll over wherever it passes.

With arms stretched out, it looks like a Dapeng!

At first glance, you can feel the fierce anger!

boom!

The air was rippling for him, and he was thrown out like waves by the sea.

Enraged with enthusiasm, the peak of the rapid rise immediately followed.

Between the swinging of his arms, a torrent of mighty and powerful punches was bombarded, hurling across Pang Wanyang above the sky.

Looking down, it looks like a Changhong and goes away.

It is Dapeng King Boxing's fight in the sky!

Two screams.

With a whisper, the whale swallowed the spirit of the world.

With a sound like a Peng, he fought for nine days.

At this moment, the Yan fanatics have raised their god, indignation, and war to the highest level!

Turbulent warfare burned like a substantial flame.

Above the sky, Pang Wanyang is standing tall, and the sky is surrounded by clouds like a dragon, and the spirit of heaven and earth seems to be pouring into his body.

Seeing the Yan fanatic rise in the air, his raised arm pressed down.

boom!

It seems that the sky and the earth are sinking at this moment.

In the midst of an increasingly violent current, his jade-like palms clenched, as if holding the void and the world in his palm.

Then, the majestic boxing power collapsed like Shenyue.

For example, the Tianhe River is flooded.

Press down.

"Pang Wanyang!"

In the turbulence of the air, the mad fanatic screamed again, and the war intention that had already reached the limit climbed another three inches.

The next moment, the two fists collided, like an earth-moon impact!

Bang!

The sky was shaking, and the sound of thousands of sounds burst through!

boom!

In a collision, Pang Wanyang struck above and remained motionless.

The mad fanatic who has endured a strong blow has not retreated!

"Happy, happy!"

The Yan fancier laughed boldly and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

And the next moment, in the sky, it was all his figure!

on,

under,

left,

right,

before,

Rear!

For a moment, the figure of Yan Kuangzi seemed to be permeating the sky, and one person's long smile seemed to become a thousand people's long laugh.

The next moment, thousands of people turned out to hit Pang Wanyang!

The fists are pointing at the legs!

Thousands of people made tens of thousands of punches at once, shattering the clouds, and I don't know how many.

Overwhelmingly overwhelming Pang Wanyang!

"Okay! Good! What a swallow fanatic, what a Dapeng boxing!"

In the face of thousands of people attacking in unison, Pang Wanyang's complexion also moved. After a sigh of admiration, he fisted down again!

This punch, empty, flickering, seems extremely slow, but just one click, it seems to hit in all directions at the same time.

Hit all the attacks coming from the side!

Rumble!

The next instant, I saw the sea of ​​clouds, which was visible to the naked eye, spreading like a thousand wind dragons trampled the sky and rushed in all directions.

It seemed like a cloud of mushrooms burst into the sky, and the actual smoke spread for a few miles or dozens of miles!

It's like sky falling!

The immense momentum has made many people outside Hanlong Inn look like earth.

On the third floor, the eyes of several people were all condensed.

At the same time, Mu Qingfeng has already gone across the air.

His movements are gentle and infinitely beautiful, and he has not stepped into the sky without any hassle. As if he was walking flat, he has crossed hundreds of squares.

Hum ~

The sound of a sword screaming like a tiger howling like a dragon grows.

A three-foot long sword with a blue and blue pattern and scattered scattered autumn water patterns has already risen to heaven.

The sword qi is like Thunder Dragon howling, rolling up!

A sword came out, and the turbulent airflow had already been cut away.

The sword is bright, but it contains extreme sharpness. For a moment, it has pulled a few hundred feet of sword marks in the sky, and it will last for a long time.

This sword really seems to cut the world apart!

Among the yellow sand, outside Hanlong Inn, everyone who saw this scene was shocked.

So sword light, so sword meaning, so magic sword!

"Jianyi"

Looking at the "one" sword mark written on the sky by ghosts and gods, An Qisheng's eyes flickered.

Mu Qingfeng's masters are mountains, seas, clouds and sky, and they are twenty-one swords. Each sword is the best sword in the world.

In the long-awaited world, only swordsmanship is discussed, except for the legendary sword-cutting swordsmanship, which is second to none.

"Mu Qingfeng!"

When the sword was shining like a dragon, a figure fell from the sky and made a rage.

But it is Yan madman.

When the mad fan of black blood spewed out and fell thousands of feet away, when he fell into the vast sand and sea just one line, he stopped abruptly.

He looked at the sword-light across the sky and couldn't help yelling:

"I'm not dead yet!"

Fight to death, fight to death, I'm not dead yet!

The mad madman yelled angrily and rushed into the sky, but took a step back and stopped again.

It is natural that life and death will not be able to be separated in a short time and a half, but the difference between winning and losing, one move and two moves, is not very different from the ten million moves.

He seemed to be out of hand, but he had already done his best.

Pang Wanyang has eaten raw, and he has lost.

"Mu Qingfeng, let me see your progress!"

Above the sky, seeing a sword across the sky, Pang Wanyang sighed.

With a sigh, his body seemed to have become a black hole, and the whale swallowed up the essence of the sky, as if it had been assisted by the sky.

Suddenly, the consumption of his Yan Yan fanatics in World War I had been wiped out.

Even, with the power of victory, its potential is even higher by three points.

Facing Jianguang, he did not escape, Jinyu's fingers twitched the air stream, and he fisted and fell again.

Still a punch.

However, it is different from the punch that struck the mad fanatic. The strength is extremely condensed. It seems that the heaven and earth aura within a few miles are condensed between its fingers.

The flesh and blood is actually blooming with a sharp light like gold and iron!

Regardless of whether it was against the Yan zealots or Mu Qingfeng, he had no reservations. When he shot, he went all out.

The punch struck down.

Like the sky sword fairy sword, it also split the long air flow, and met Mu Qingfeng's sword that cut through the sky.

boom!

When the swords fought, it was actually a thunderous explosion!

Then came the thousands of golden-iron symphonies accompanied by the burning of the sky!

A sword is like a thousand swords!

Pang Wanyang's erect body seems to be shrouded in infinite sword light, and the flesh and blood body is constantly colliding with the evil sword light like steel!

Once the two shot, they started a fierce confrontation!

For a time, the sky was filled with the sound of golden iron symphony and Jianguang's evil, as if the sky had become a sea of ​​swords.

After the first sword, Mu Qingfeng was another step forward, facing the scorching wind like a sword, his arms shaking, and the sound of a long sword buzzing, shaking the sword like a dragon, actually using the long sword to issue the actual words:

"Sword twenty-two!"

Just one sword, Mu Qingfeng has abandoned all temptations, all preludes, and directly cut off his own enlightenment for many years, more than the strongest kendo of the twenty-first sword that he has held horizontally.

Sword twenty two!

Hum ~

In a short time, the sword light masterpiece, covering all the light between heaven and earth.

In the sea of ​​sand separated by hundreds of feet, Wu Liusan, who brought Zhao Tianfeng to Yangtian, glanced at him, and could not help whispering, lowering his head to cover Zhao Tianfeng's eyes.

Zhao Tianfeng was so horrified that he saw two lines of blood and tears left behind Wu Liusan's closed eyelids.

I was hurt by the sword gas!

Outside the Hanlong Inn, there were even more screams. Every one of the Hanlong Inns screamed, throwing the boss lady on the ground, no matter what, and rolling on the ground with their eyes covered.

This feeling is like someone who has not seen the light for decades, suddenly seeing the strong light, the pain is like being blinded by people.

"Mr. Mu's kendo is getting better and better. This sword should be twenty-two."

On the third floor, An Qisheng, the real moon worshiper, and others will naturally not be hurt by Jian Guang's eyes, but they can't help but be surprised when they see the sword.

"Mr. Kingship, what do you think of this sword?"

After the runner Wang sighed, his eyes flickered to look at An Qisheng.

An Qisheng was looking out at the sky, heard the words, and replied:

"You can't handle it!"

Runner Wang's smile continued, but he nodded slightly and sighed:

"Yeah, you can't take this sword hard"

This is already the case from a distance of hundreds of feet.

Pang Wanyang, who bears the brunt of the attack, was torn by Jian Guang for a moment, protecting his breath!

At this instant, his arms widened, and the intangible qi suddenly broke through the body. It was the heaven and earth aura he had swallowed before.

It looks like the volcanic eruption that has accumulated for countless years has emitted the most intense lava!

All of a sudden, the ubiquitous Jianguang.

But in the next instant, a three-foot long sword pierced through the air wall that was like a substance, which was comparable to the hardest material air wall in the world, and it pierced like paper!

The three-foot sword is still like autumn water magpies, but this moment seems to be plated with a layer of **** light, with a terrifying murderous breath!

At this moment, as strong as Pang Wanyang, all felt dark before his eyes.

The killing intention contained in this sword has killed all tangible and intangible matter in the entire sky!

Including eyes!

Including no sense!

Including his telepathy!

All perceptions, along with this space, were 'killed' by this sword!

Even Pang Wanyang finally felt a hint of crisis at this time.

"This sword"

Unconsciously, without any perception, Pang Wanyang suddenly sighed.

He lifted his hands and clenched!

boom!

boom!

There seemed to be two thunderbolts flashing as his fists were gripped, swaying the golden light of air.

Then,

At the moment of the sword and body, he closed his fists one after the other, as if two mountain peaks collided, as if two meteors collided.

Rumble!

The vitality was so extreme that it was detonated!

Also detonated at the same time, there are endless world spirits revealed by Pang Wanyang's body!

All of a sudden, in the eyes of An Qisheng and others, a mushroom cloud covering several miles was blown up again in the sky, and the air flow spread in all directions.

A white figure lifted off the sword and fell from the sky.

The famous Taibai sword that was raised in the world was broken by Pang Wanyang's double fist!

"Mu Xiaobai's face!"

In the midst of the air, Yan Kuangzi raised his eyebrows, and a vacant air caught Mu Qingfeng.

Under the huge force, his body flew a hundred feet under the fierce friction with the air, and then he stopped abruptly.

But he suddenly laughed:

"Lao Pang, you wait for me, why are you so embarrassed?"

His eyes were excellent.

It can be seen thousands of feet away, Pang Wanyang still stands, but his chest has been pierced by a sword!

Mu Qingfeng's last sword twenty-two, which was beyond his expectation, still hit him!

It's just a short line away and you can kill it!

"Mountains and rivers are just one sword, Mu Qingfeng, Kendo alone, you can dominate it!"

In the sky, Pang Wanyang gave an admiration.

Flesh and blood disappeared from his chest, and a heartbeat was hidden in a sword mark.

But in an instant, as his arms opened, his energy was poured in, and his breath rose again.

"War Demon Heart Sutra!"

On the third floor, An Qisheng suddenly made a noise.

He slowly got up, folded his hands, and nodded slightly, "Yes, the War Demon Heart Sutra! Pang Wanyang's War Demon Heart Sutra is by no means the best in the world, but it has already surpassed his predecessors under his deduction.

With his accomplishments today, he will only become stronger and stronger, more injured, and more powerful. "

The reason why he allowed Mu Qingfeng to take the shot, was to feel the change of Pang Wanyang's breath, knowing that unless he was swarmed and killed completely, wheel warfare would not only be inconvenient for him, but would be of great benefit. .

But even if he knew it, he asked for inspiration, but he didn't win, but he didn't even think of joining hands with them.

By the same token, no matter whether it is Mu Qingfeng or Yan madman, there is no possibility of joining forces with anyone.

"Master, why not?"

Looking at the break, An Qisheng suddenly spoke.

"What does the Taoist know?"

Yixiu gently lifted his feet, and there seemed to be a substantial step in the air. He stepped on it and stepped up into the sky step by step:

"The chief should know, this is the only chance for the old monk."

An Qisheng sighed.

He lives a long time and often knows a lot, such as Yixiu, although he does n’t have the qi-like technique of Han taste palace, and does not have the same calculation method as the real moon worshiper, but for nearly 300 years, he can see It is definitely not comparable to the first two.

Because of what he saw, he had to do it, because in the future, he would not have the courage to challenge the world first.

"Brother!"

At this moment, the runner suddenly got up, and his hands were also crossed, arching:

"I wish you early bliss!"

The real moon worshiper also felt something, and got up and arched his hands.

Stomp ~

The old monk stepped into the sky.

His whole body exuded a ray of golden light, and every step he took, the golden light became a penny. When he got to the sky and stood opposite Pang Wanyang, the light emitted from his whole body was like the golden sun of the big sun.

Bright and vast, bright and sacred!

From a distance, it seems that in the light that is comparable to the golden sun, you can see a big Buddha sitting in the sea of ​​clouds.

The buddha spent nine days, but there was no dust. On the contrary, the surrounding sea of ​​clouds seemed to become a firework on earth, and the Buddha against it seemed to be a red duster on earth.

At this time, the old monk was drowsy, dry and thin, and the old monk was breathless like a mountain, struggling across the sky for dozens of miles.

A thousand miles away from the sky, they felt depressed and temporarily unable to breathe.

"Amitabha!"

Amidst the golden light, an old monk reclined a Buddhist chant.

At this time, the old monk was still weeping, but in the eyes of Pang Wanyang, the old monk was like gold-iron pouring, and the three hundred years of vigor and vitality intersected the heaven and earth aura within ten miles.

It is a real mountain, and it may not be comparable to what he is today.

"I still look down upon you, and the suffocation of the yang to the gang is enough to overwhelm the world. For nearly 300 years of practice, it is truly amazing!"

Pang Wanyang looked calm.

How long is it three hundred years?

Dafeng is only two hundred years old. An old monk whose life is longer than the dynasty of the dynasty, even if the talent is not top-notch, he can maintain it day and night for three hundred years.

Looking at the old monk, he said:

"I'll win two games first, and the trend is already up, so let's move first!"

The War Demon Heart Sutra is the culmination of his sages from the Demon Sages. He measured the world for the first few decades, and was the best at fostering momentum. He had two games in succession, even though he was almost pierced by a sword.

But he is three points better than before.

"More than two hundred years ago, the old monk killed countless lives and created too many sins. After he lost his hair, he became more disgusted with the technique of killing life. Because he did not like it, gradually, he forgot about it, and he won't."

The old monk sighed and said:

"Four armors have passed, and the old monk I forgot all the stunts of Huangjue Temple, I forgot the slashing sword and killing fist that I have run rampant. A few days ago, I also forgot the roar of the lion.

It's a pity that the old monk's heart of life and death is too heavy, and there is still a summed up golden bell jar that has never been forgotten. "

His voice was still loud, but there didn't seem to be any trace of anger in it, just his voice was louder.

Pang Wanyang's pupils shrank, and a dignified color appeared on his face.

In Hanlong Inn, An Qisheng, a real moon worshiper, and a mad fanatic in the midst of the sky, Mu Qingfeng, all jumped in their hearts.

No one expected that this old monk would dare to ask Pang Wanyang after forgetting all the martial arts!

When the voice floated, rested his hands together and stepped forward:

"If you have a devil, forget this method for the old monk!"

"it is good!"

Watching Liaobu's rest, Pang Wanyang stepped forward, with his arms raised high, his fingers pinched heavy clouds, wrapped in a majestic and true spirit, and slammed into a break like a hammer!

when! !!

It seems that the Huangjue bell of Huangjue Temple was pounded!

Layers of wind gusts accompany the majestic infuriating air rolling in all directions.

The mighty sound waves can be heard in hundreds of miles!

Hum ~

The golden light trembled substantially.

No one can take Punch Wanyang with a punch, even if it's a break!

In the slightly scattered golden light, he trembled as soon as he rested, dripping blood dripping from his mouth and nose.

"Please also ask Mozun to help the old monk forget this method!"

After a slight tremor, he took a break and stepped forward again, the blood ticked, and the dim light in the cloudy eyes was better.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

After a hammer blow, Pang Wanyang's long hair fluttered, and his clothes slammed like a bellows.

He connected three times in a row, and between the steps, the vigor and vitality reunited again, forming a fist mark full of li, which was hit heavily on the golden sky.

This time, he didn't spare any effort!

Bang!

Thousands of thunders exploded!

In the midst of the turbulent air of bell waves, Pang Wanyang pinched his fist again, like a meteor-like fist print hitting again in the air!

boom!

boom!

Once launched, Pang Wanyang didn't keep his hand anymore, and his punch was heavier than the punch.

In an instant, it has already hit a dozen punches!

Every punch, Yixiu's body was shocked, and blood flowed out of his mouth, nose, eyes and ears, and seven tricks.

After the twelve punches, his puppet was soaked with blood!

"not enough!"

He opened a mouthful of blood and muttered to himself.

"Well a golden bell jar"

In the raging wind, Pang Wanyang looked serious and spit out word by word.

He has never seen anyone who can eat his thirteen punches without dying, but his heart rises in admiration.

Three hundred years of undefeated truth, between heaven and earth, I am afraid that no one has such terrible anger.

boom!

Ten miles into the sky, thousands of wind dragons roared, and the spirit of heaven and earth was poured into Pang Wanyang's body, replacing the power of the human body with the power of heaven and earth.

With one step, the sky has already been set.

Like a galloping horse, like a thousand arrows like rain, like falling stars, instantly covering the rest of the golden light!

Rumble!

Heaven and earth seem to lose color at this moment!

The high-hanging clouds are long gone, and the magnificent golden light is also scattered at this moment. Tens of thousands of golden light are scattered in the sky, and it seems that there is golden rain everywhere.

"A break"

Inside Hanlong Inn, above midair, the eyes of An Qisheng and others were all condensed in the golden light that was scattered like rain.

"Hardly eat my 120 punches. There won't be a second in the world."

Pang Wanyang put his fists upright, with respect for the first time on his face, and some regrets:

"Unfortunately, you haven't grasped the flashing spirit, and I have never seen it."

In the scattered golden light, the blood was falling like rain, but the golden light and the blood were already indistinguishable.

One hundred and twenty punches has killed him for three hundred years of martial arts practice, and has also completely broken his golden bell jar.

At this point, the real one.

The rest like blood people still clasped their hands together, bowed slightly to Pang Wanyang.

Sighed:

"Everything is impermanent, the living is bound to die, and the dead is the most happy"

Between the words, his body, along with the golden light and blood rain, was scattered in the sky.

Between the diffused air, Pang Wanyang was silent for a moment, then turned to bow and salute:

"Taoyou, let's go"

When ~

Suddenly died.

The Huangjue Temple in Zhongzhou, which is thousands of miles away, suddenly blew a long beep when the Huangjue Bell that had been re-hanged took a lot of effort.

The bell echoed and shook the entire Huangjue Temple.

"Patriarch, go all the way"

In front of Yanwutai, the three monks, such as Sankong, Sanyin, Miki, and so on, seemed to have known for a long time, their faces were sorrowful, and their hands folded to worship King Huangjuezhong.

"Brother, early bliss"

On the third floor, the runner Wang bowed deeply.

He has no friendship with Yixiu ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and even has resentment, but at this moment, there is only respect and sigh in his heart.

Seek the way to death.

You are, me too.

"Three hundred years, Master, you are not losing."

Worshiping the moon is also a sigh.

Even though this scene had been hidden for a long time, I could sigh in my heart to see it.

"Master Yixiu, let's go!"

An Qisheng lifted his wine glass and poured it into the air against the glass.

Turn around and look at the sky.

At the same time, Pang Wanyang lowered his eyes.

"war?"

"war!"