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boom!

Wu Liusan threw Zhao Tianfeng into the Hanlong Inn from the window, and closed all the rows of windows with one hand.

Hanlong Inn dares to drive in Mozhou, and has experienced many storms, so it will not be annexed by the storm.

Then, he fell down together and climbed to the second floor.

Look out along a special skylight.

I saw countless winds and sands connecting the heavens and the earth, and everything in the heavens and the earth, there was nothing in the heavens and the earth, only the yellow sand drifted.

Do not,

Among the yellow sands of that sky, there are still rolling clouds like black clouds, and electric snakes are vertical and horizontal.

And in the midst of this devastating storm.

Between the two figures flowing across the world, it seems that two true dragons forgot to confront each other, as if ignoring the natural disaster storm.

boom!

boom!

In the sound of the collision that could not be covered by the thundercloud storms, the two dragon-like figures had disappeared into the sky.

"Such martial arts"

Wu Liusan felt shivering.

Even though Qiqi has been condensed for many years, he has also seen many masters, but he still did not expect that human martial arts could be so powerful.

Thunder fought against each other, and let it stand in the midst of natural disasters!

This is no longer a human, it is simply a land fairy, a living god!

In such a fight, he would not even have the chance to watch the battle.

"I don't know if I can get a glimpse at this battle?"

Among the yellow sand of the sky, the runner king, Mu Qingfeng, the mad madman, worshipped the moon and walked in the air.

"This battle, I'm afraid we're going to die."

Looking at the sky, the mad fan muttered to himself.

This battle is definitely different from the previous three wars. Pang Wanyang played against him, and Mu Qingfeng played against each other. It was a one-stroke victory and a break, but it was pure resistance.

But at this time, this is the real battle of life and death.

"How difficult is heaven and man"

A bit of bitterness also appeared on the meticulous face of the moon worshiper.

Any master who achieves Tai Yin Wuji can't miss the idea of ​​watching Heaven and Man Avenue, and he is no exception.

It is a pity that for tens of thousands of years, there are only ten people recorded in the world of Jiufu, but only eight were clear.

Therefore, there is a saying that three thousand years is one day.

How difficult?

"Heaven, Kendo"

Mu Qingfeng looked at the broken sword in the palm of his hand, and there was a puppet on Junmei's unmatched face.

At one moment, his hand was raised, and the sword was allowed to fall into the sand.

Although he played against Pang Wanyang for only a moment, in that blow, he faintly glanced at the further Kendo.

After sword twenty-two, there should be sword twenty-three!

However, can the sword of Twenty-three be able to cut open the portal of Heaven and Man?

Such a peak battle, they will never miss, and only they can truly witness.

An hour!

Two hours!

Under the big sunset, the red moon rises!

One day!

Two days!

Three days!

It's been seven days!

The two crossed the vast sea, running through Mozhou, and the battlefield stretched into the sky for thousands of miles.

The battlefield of the two was not limited to mid-air, sometimes shuttled between thunderclouds, and sometimes collided into storms, and fell several times from the sky, confronting under the sea of ​​sand!

Martial arts has reached their point where they have long ignored the almost natural disasters in the world, and even ignored all the dangerous environments in the world.

Whether it is a thundercloud or a storm, whether it is in the sky or underground, their impact on them is not great, but the storm that the two met in the land of Mozhou is undoubtedly an unprecedented disaster for others.

In the boundless Hanhai, a caravan was okay, but they were forced to hide in the oasis and did not dare to go out. The rogue horse bandits who ran across Hanhai and had no place to stay, somehow were swallowed up by the sand.

Fortunately, those who escaped the sandstorm were shocked and speechless.

"Oh my god!"

"How is that possible? How could such a horoscope change be caused by people?"

"Is that a match between heaven and man? Or soldier?"

All the bandits who saw this battle were shocked.

It is not only them, but many of them have known about February 21st World War II, and the masters who came to watch the battle did not expect that such a terrible battle had already occurred before February 2nd.

Under the complicated environment of wind and sand and thunderclouds rolling, even these masters can't see the two extremely fast figures, and they have speculated who are fighting.

Naturally, there are people who can see this battle.

Wang Jianglong stood in the wind and sand, looking up at the rolling thundercloud, his gaze was solemn.

With his eyesight, he naturally knew who was in the sky at this time.

"Within a lapse of two years, the King of Powers has reached this point?"

Wang Jianglong lamented.

He especially remembered that when he first saw An Qisheng, he still had to seize the opportunity before he could seriously damage the Red Sun King, and even if it was not that concubine, he could not kill the Red Sun King.

Although overbearing, he pretended that at that time he was afraid that he would have to surpass it.

At the second royal shooting ceremony, Shanmen and Pang Wanyang, who had come from a borrowed body, played against each other in the air, and their strength has surpassed themselves.

And more than a year later, I have been unable to look at it.

For more than three years, it has already caught up with the six prisoners Pang Wanyang who was the first decades in the world!

What an invincible talent?

After thousands of years, including the soldiers of all generations, I am afraid that no one has such an amazing rate of progress.

boom!

boom!

In the sky, the clouds exploded.

An Qisheng and Pang Wanyang pulled out an air dragon that danced like a dragon, constantly colliding in the sky.

boom!

In a lightning collision, the two reversed each other.

For seven days in a row, even if the momentum rises and rises, Pang Wanyang still feels a little tired, even though he can rise up and replenish himself, but he still feels astonished when he sees An Qisheng.

At the same time when he punched the boxing marks, he issued a long laugh: "Happy, happy, Dao's body is rare in the world, and Sanshou is even more wonderful. Dare to ask this Sanshou, what is its name?"

boom!

Nantianmen reappeared, barrage of fists.

An Qisheng marched in, smashed layers of wind, and ten fingers flew, turning numerous changes. The cold air cut the void, and evolved and blasted away:

"Sanshou hasn't succeeded. It has no name. This style is called Cut Sendai!"

An Qisheng was also amazed in his heart.

Pang Wanyang's mind is so solid that he has never seen it in his life. After seven days of confrontation, with his unparalleled physique, he has felt a trace of tiredness.

Pang Wanyang's war intentions became more and more fierce.

The name of the first person in Mozong's ancient and modern times is indeed not someone else's promotion. In fact, even if the ancestor of Mozong was sent here, it is definitely not as good as him at this time!

"It's a good idea to cut Xiantai, unfortunately, in this world, no fairy has chopped my brother!"

With a long howl, Pang Wanyang fought vigorously against ‘Send Xiantai’.

Rumble!

In one collision, the rippling ripples twirling like a tsunami continued to spread around the two people.

During the fierce collision, Pang Wanyang's beard spread out, and after a long howl, he struck again.

Many magical powers in the world are famous for their weirdness, but Pang Wanyang's one move and one style are very wide open, such as the bright sun and the vertical and horizontal, the thunder that has been falling from time to time seems to be as strong as he did!

During the seven-day confrontation, his divine spirit has risen extremely high, and in the midst of it, he seems to have felt the looming qi.

Therefore, even if his body is tired, his body and bones and even the internal organs groan, he ignores everything!

One punch is more than one punch.

One shot is better than one shot!

At this time, the enemy in his mind was no longer An Qisheng, but the sky that hung from ancient times and remained unchanged.

It's the Tianren Pass that only ten people have broken since tens of thousands of years!

During the collisions, his mind seemed to have sublimated, and it seemed to be deficient.

"Battle! Battle! Battle!"

His eyes spewed a real flame, and the whole person seemed to burn.

The momentum that has already climbed to the limit has actually skyrocketed again and sublimated on top of it!

"not good!"

"this is"

"Burning body, Qi pulse? He even practiced such martial arts?"

Above Hanhai, the runner king, the real moon worshiper, and the mad madman were all surprised.

With their eyesight, they naturally saw what happened to Pang Wanyang.

At this point, Wu Gong cannot climb for no reason, and the momentum can never be raised casually. At this moment, Pang Wanyang is burning himself!

This is the law of decisive death, this is the law of self-denial!

For a generation of deities, please give up your path, and burn yourself to follow the path!

What kind of mind is this, what kind of spirit is this?

What horrific power is about to erupt?

Bang!

The sky waves are flowing to the wild!

The ferocious boiling fist, at this moment, is like a big sun burst, and for a moment, it has already illuminated the dark sky rolling in the clouds.

Then, the boxing fist seemed to return to Wanchuan, and was thoroughly condensed on the white and scarlet fist marks!

Strike towards An Qisheng.

boom!

At this moment, even the real meaning of Tai Chi, which had not been broken during the seven-day-seven-night battle, was suddenly blown away!

boom!

The yin and yang flowed, and the air rolled.

An Qisheng's white robe was torn apart by thousands of wind knives in an instant. With his physique, at this moment, he was even hit by flying!

Howl

Pang Wanyang struck out like a god, like a demon, and punched again!

"Good boxing, so brave!"

Amidst the squalling wind, An Qisheng also made a long howl.

boom!

The broken Taiji was really broken in this long howl, and it turned into black and white and filled the sky.

There seemed to be endless changes in the huge buzz.

Suddenly, everyone who watched this scene had a very incredible thought in their hearts.

Where are they in black and white, they seem to have seen their martial arts!

Ferris Wheel

King Dapeng,

Dragon Palm,

Taibai Kendo,

Worship moon and strike

Even more, War Demon Heart Sutra!

This is a paradox that can be recognized by them, and there are countless martial arts essences that they cannot recognize!

It is as if the black and white colors contain all the martial arts and all the martial arts essence between heaven and earth!

"this is"

Pang Wanyang's eyes condensed.

I saw the turbulent blazing wind ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ An Qisheng with his ragged arms raised, and black and white was spread between his arms.

Then,

The long black and white colors disappeared.

Only those arms that seem to contain the essence of martial arts,

It fell like a whip!

Attacked Pang Wanyang who struck like a demon like a monster!

Ang ~

There seemed to be a dragon chant in the sky.

Wang Jiang's astonishment was shocked, and when he saw the man beating his arm, it seemed that there was a thousand true dragons flying vertically and horizontally, and his hatred broke through Pang Wanyang's body gas and exercised his physique.

Blow away his long flame-like hair, and hit him heavily.

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