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A glass of wine was poured into the air, and it was directly vaporized into smoke in the maggots, fluttering and faintly fragrant.

After three hundred years of ascetic practice, he finally fell before Tianmen.

Slap ~

An Qisheng slowly lowered his glass and raised his eyes to look at Pang Wanyang's gaze.

Hum ~

When the eyes of the two touched, the sky above the sky was dark for a while, and the dark clouds once penetrated by Jianguang Cave made a comeback.

It gets thicker and heavier.

Pang Wanyang stood in the sky, three battles before and after, his momentum, spirit, and soul all reached the peak that would never be possible in normal days.

His mind was extremely sharp.

You can feel all the changes in the air and air between heaven and earth, and you can feel the breath that slowly rises.

The breath was smooth and peaceful, vast and broad, just like the starry sky, and it was high above the earth, accommodating the sky of the sun and the moon.

The light and darkness change, the breath is stirred, the sky changes,

There is a faint ancient vicissitudes, but there are endless black and white Taiji pictures reflected in his eyes.

Huh ~

The roaring air, among the tumbling winds.

An Qisheng stepped up and stepped into the sky.

The wind between the heavens and the earth is very strong, and the blowing sand blows like a hidden weapon, but it seems very calm, so calm that his hair never rises.

And as he stepped into the sky.

For a moment, heaven and earth were filled with an indescribable heavy meaning.

Inside and outside the inn, many people gathered in the air, watching this battle.

"The breath of kings and Taoists"

The runner murmured to himself, without a smile on his face.

I just felt that an aura of unbelievable aura was permeating the sky, and it seemed that there was a heavier sky in the sky.

"The mother of yin and yang, the machine of movement, Tai Chi, this is the truth."

The moon worshiper sighed slightly.

Although I had long known that Pang Wanyang was a strong opponent of Taoism, but I still felt a little incredible.

It wasn't just the real person who worshiped with the moon, but also the mad madman who had met with An Qisheng.

The intangible and insignificant Taiji diagrams generally appear in their minds.

On the contrary, others outside the inn did not feel the pervasive Taijitu aura.

I just feel a heavy heart, but it's also incredible.

The man in the sky has been so strong that there are still people who dare to challenge him?

Huh ~

An Qisheng was pacing up and down, a ripple rippled in the depths of his eyes, the water flowing on the road, showing various handwritings:

[Pang Wanyang (seventy-four)]

[Life trajectory: Born in the Jiufu Realm, Hanzhou, Wuwei Mansion, Xiaofu House, rich and happy life, later met with the Demon Sect, seeing its roots are acceptable, accept it as an apprentice, and cut it for yourself Vulgar fate

At the time of martial arts, he killed more than 120 people in Shimen and was chased to Dafeng. For 20 years, he walked the world barefoot. Whenever a martial arts person met, he avoided it if he was not as good as himself. In itself, it competes.

In the first seven years, each battle was defeated, the Vietnam War was defeated, and numerous injuries were dying. In the next seven years, the defeat was more than the victory. Yum! Finally, he sympathized with heaven and earth.

After that, I lived in a simple way, sitting in the sky for forty years, and realized that the limit of manpower is infinite.

Dafeng came out in 2011 to invite the world's heroes, but it was difficult from the north. On the 17th, the martial arts that had been killed in the world withered, and finally in the vast ocean, led to the masters of the world.

That day, its nine consecutive battles, the losing streak of the world's top masters, Yan Kuangzi, Mu Qingfeng, worshipping the moon, the runner, and rest

After the war, he returned to the top of the sacred mountain with a severely wounded body and suddenly sighed invincible after sitting for ten years.

Since then, a generation of deities have fallen]

"Director"

In the sky, Pang Wanyang stood with his hands in his hands, his hair flying like a flame, with a look of hope in Jin Yang's eyes:

"This battle, Pangmou has been waiting for a long time, a long time."

He sighed slightly like a weight hanging down the sky:

"As soon as I thought it was his invitation, I would go down the mountain. In fact, Pangmou's opponent is you."

Pang Wanyang knew it well, or it was never clear.

In the world, no one is his opponent.

Otherwise, why should this war be delayed to this day?

It wasn't until An Qisheng's birth that he felt because of it. At first, he thought that the Taoist monarch was carrying a heavenly soldier, and went to see it in person.

This is his opponent who has waited for decades.

"I know."

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

In the original trajectory, the master of the thousand years of Mozong, the first of the ancient and modern demons, has never seen the gate of heaven.

He didn't even know that, just a few years after his death, the celestial soldier had been born.

Or, before he died, the celestial soldier had already come out, but only after he died did he dare to show up

But no matter what, the first person in Mozong, ancient and modern, has never seen the popularity of heaven and missed the gate of heaven.

"Pang Mousheng, no relatives and friends, Ronghua rich and rich are not in the heart, the dynasty is not interested in hegemony, only martial arts, is my lifelong pursuit!"

Pang Wanyang's eyes were as bright as Jin Yang, surging with zeal to boiling.

"I know that."

An Qisheng looked calm, sighing slightly, feeling the rising and rolling air machine between heaven and earth.

No matter which world it is, there are such seekers.

For good or evil, at least pure.

"The saddest thing in life is nothing more than invincibility on earth. Fortunately, even there are still, there is still an enemy of my Pang in this world!"

Pang Wanyang's shirt hunting and long hair were raised together, and his long and fair fingers were held up, as if he had been invincible for decades.

Raised with a punch, slammed into the wild in the midst of the sky explosion:

"Come, fight!"

With one fist, the fist turned empty.

It seems that there are thousands of hectares of smoke and dust, and a thunderstorm winds up above the sky. The thunderclouds are rolling and boiling, as if they are going to fall and destroy the world.

At the same time Pang Wanyang punched out, his figure also seemed to be elevating, and there seemed to be an infinite amount of energy between the void in the heavens and the earth.

Add three points to his smash hit.

With one punch, the world seems to follow!

For forty years, there is no one on earth, and there is no way to heaven.

Everything that was squeezed in his heart was vented in this fist!

Rumble!

Thunder clouds rolled in the sky, shaking like celestial phenomena, willingly supporting him!

Amazing, powerful!

On the ground, many people were horrified to watch this scene.

I just felt that countless electric snakes thundered and crisscrossed, forming a rolling net, and shrouded toward the white-clothed Taoist man, whose mighty power seemed like sky-rocketing.

"it is good!"

Anqisheng also made a long howl when the air flow was tumbling.

In the sky, there was a shock under his feet.

There seemed to be an invisible staircase to communicate the world. With his lameness, his strength rolled down, and it seemed to span hundreds of feet and step on the ground.

In the violent wind, the waves of the sea rose, and the yellow sand whistled.

It's just this lame, the look of the runner king, the mad fanatic and others is a change.

Shenmai struck ten miles in one stroke, but that was covered by the aura, and God carried out the true qi, which could only be achieved by communicating the heaven and earth with qi.

And An Qisheng's footsteps, but there is no trace of vitality, only purely overbearing power!

Their induction is extremely sharp, and they can be seen. Just at the moment when An Qisheng stomped his feet, the air flow in the sky spread like ripples, like an invisible tornado pulling up the sky and holding his feet!

What an incredible physique it is?

Even the runner who also practiced the meditation practice at this time could not help but move.

Bang!

A lame foot, then raised his hand.

Ten fingers pass by in the sky, like a pipa, and 54,000 changes have been produced in an instant!

With a single palm, it seems that it contains all the finger-punch routines in the world.

The black and white Tai Chi illustration is reproduced, blooming in the sky.

With Pang Wanyang's extremely tough mind, there was a blur in his eyes.

I saw that in the sympathy between the mighty will and the heavens and the earth, it seemed that all the time between the heavens and the earth was attracted and moved with the change of their palms.

The portal is sacred and sacred, like a dam that crosses the heavens and the earth. Even if the Tianhe River is flooded, it seems that it cannot shake its slightest.

Amazingly An Qisheng's freehand, Nantianmen!

No temptation, no temptation.

Two shots are already the means to the extreme!

The next moment, the fists fought!

Hum ~

There is an instant discoloration and loss of sound in the world.

But in an instant, it was a sound that rang through the sky, a collision that was bigger than the rolling thundercloud!

In a short time, I saw the sea of ​​clouds rolling in the sky, and a large stream of air diffused vertically and horizontally, as if a cloud of mushrooms had risen in the sky, sending out endless smoke and haunting the dark sky under the thundercloud.

Rumble!

Under the thundercloud, the light burst into the darkness, and the two collided in the darkness at a speed exceeding the visual limits of ordinary people.

Pang Wanyang **** the essence of heaven and earth, like the devil who carries the power of heaven and earth, with his long hair flying, showing his first person's style.

In one punch and one foot, there are more terrifying powers than Skyrim Thunder.

His suffocation, his anger, was even more magnificent.

An Qisheng, walking in the dark, walked like a black-and-white Taiji illustration followed, all strength, energy, and even thunder were consumed by the Taiji illustration.

Either scattered in the sky, or absorbed into the body.

Allowing Pang Wanyang's fist-prints to be overbearing and indomitable, he is invincible and still calm.

In his fingers, all kinds of boxing routines spawned out of the boxing routine, Nantianmen, Chosenxiantai, gossip furnace.

Strong to strong, hard to hard!

boom!

boom!

The two started a terrifying battle, and even though they had suffered the majority of the collision, the ripples of the scattered aftermath had spread with the thundering thunder ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, tearing the clouds.

How fast the two men moved, there were miles between them, but they collided a few times back and forth, and the battlefield had spread hundreds of miles.

The dark clouds above the sky moved with the two.

Gradually, the wind and sand on the earth filled the sky like dragon dust.

"what!"

Suddenly, the proprietress screamed hysterically, and even forgot about the fear of several masters in the inn, and plunged into the inn.

Many folks have gone crazy and followed.

"not good!"

Wu Liusan also had scalp numbness, and ran up with Zhao Tianfeng.

The ripples from the encounter between the two turned out to be an unprecedented terrorist sandstorm in the vast ocean!

Heaven and earth, they are rioting!