The creation of the world is followed by its destruction.
With a move of the palm of the god's hand, the palm was turned into an overturn, and the heaven and the earth were turned upside down, and the pure and turbid were subverted.
The whole world turned into chaos again.
This time, because Chen Yang's previous low voice was still ringing in his ears, the palm he passed across Tang Wan's eyes was more like a black hole, firmly attracting Tang Wan's attention.
She was not disturbed by the illusion like last time. Instead, she felt Wu's fist intention in an instant.
First create the world, then destroy it.
Life and death are in my mind;
It was overturned in just one thought.
All living beings are ants,
I am the only god!
I am God!
Creation Fist, then, Heaven-shaking Seal!
The best master in the world is so close, so close to the enemy's country, that he can kill everyone in the world;
The ultimate master of the older generation in Daxia, Hongyun Taoist who has sat in the Wudang Golden Palace for hundreds of years, has a golden body forged by thunder, and is the best in ancient and modern kung fu.
The two masters, who were apparently standing at the pinnacle of the world, each used a move that forged their own fists and collided head-on.
The realm of the two of them is nothing more than that of ancient gods and Buddhas.
Among the tricks of the two, one transforms into a god of thunder and blasts with thunder from the sky to cleanse the world, drive away demons and monsters, and restore purity to the world;
One person claims to be a god, and regards all living beings as ants, creating and destroying a world, overturning the universe, and receiving the Heaven-turning Seal with the Creation Fist.
"boom!"
The earth-shaking loud noise even covered up the previous thunder.
The rolling air waves surged out of the mountains and seas, shaking the golden palace, overturning the mountains and rocks, and uprooting the grass and trees.
Chen Yang stood in front of Tang Wan and waved his sleeves.
The air wave immediately dissipated in front of him.
This block also blocked Tang Wan's sight. She nervously asked behind Chen Yang: "Old Taoist Master, have you won?"
Chen Yang sighed, did not answer, and stepped aside.
The situation on the field reappeared before Logan's eyes.
Wu, who looked more than ten centimeters shorter, looked closely and found that his feet and ankles were deeply sunk into the steps at his feet, as if they had been struck by a pile driver.
The steps were made of granite, but they sank like tofu under his feet.
This shows that Wu was hit by a thunderous strike and received a huge force at that moment.
Opposite Wu, Taoist Hongyun, with long sleeves and swaying robes, turned over and landed on the last step before the Golden Palace.
"Hahahaha~"~
Master Hongyun was laughing loudly, with indescribable joy and indescribable dripping.
His body was constantly shriveling up again, like a flat tire.
Soon, the Hongyun Master in Tang Wan's eyes returned to the same appearance as when he first met him, and even looked older. His originally rosy face took on a grayish and pale color, like a young man who had stayed up all night in an Internet cafe for several days.
The look on his face when he walked out.
"Who's winning?"
Tang Wan asked and muttered to herself.
She can't see it.
She only saw that the old Taoist priest seemed to be a hundred years old.
She only saw Wu Zai struggling to pull his feet out of the steps. Every time he moved, Wu's skin would be covered with fine cracks, like ice-cracked porcelain, giving it a special coquettish beauty.
"What a good punch."
Wu Zai sighed with emotion.
Tang Wan's heart suddenly twitched.
The scene before me seemed familiar.
She was extremely worried, and her next sentence was, "Unfortunately, there is still a little difference, only a little difference."