Retreating does not mean that Liu Sansheng is afraid.
But he was caught off guard, and this sudden Taoist "Heart-clearing Technique" almost messed up his sanity.
A duel between masters ended in an accidental death.
Once your sanity is compromised, how can you still survive?
Being afraid, he was forced to block his hearing, isolate the void, and use tricky methods.
In just two breaths, a crystal clear snowflake floated in front of me.
Liu Sansheng formed a seal with his left hand and was urged by his spiritual power.
The snowflakes suddenly grew larger and turned into silver, hovering above their heads.
"Disperse."
With a long roar, the silver plate exploded on the spot.
Densely packed star points flowed upstream, filling the end of the void.
Suning's face suddenly appeared in the bright moon, and then quietly changed places with the red sun.
Liu Sansheng entangled his fingers with an astonishing momentum.
Step back with your left foot and bend forward with your right foot.
The whole person was swooping forward, dodging once, then dodging again.
The clothes and robes disappeared and disappeared in an instant.
"Boom."
The sound of drums echoes and is breathtaking.
On a winter night, it snowed heavily, scattering it and confusing everyone's view.
The red sun suddenly sets and blooms with dazzling light.
"You have the sun and the moon shining together, and I have the heaven and the earth to guide you."
"Yigou, this technique is called Xingxue."
"Wherever Xingxue goes, everything is controlled."
"I won't let you go, and you won't be able to escape."
Liu Sansheng's words were like thunder, and he said with extreme arrogance: "Let me tear off the human skin mask on your face and see what you look like."
The red sun has disappeared, and the bright moon is in the sky.
In the wind and snow, an old hand slowly stretched out.
"Click."
The full moon seems to be cast in shadow and has cracks.
Liu Sansheng said arrogantly: "It's not broken yet?"
"collapse."
The moonlight filled the cemetery, and Suning walked out in a hurry.
Liu Sansheng condensed his palm into a fist and smashed it down boldly.
Suning flew away, his face expressionless.
"Sleepy."
The former headmaster of Kunlun raised his fingers to the sky with contempt in his eyes.
For a moment, the snowflakes solidified, and time seemed to be forcibly frozen.
Around Suning, countless silver lines accumulated into mountains.
In just a few seconds, a wall tens of meters high was formed.
"Where to run?"
Liu Sansheng said with a strange tone: "If you choose a place, you, Tesco, will be number one, and no one in the world would dare to be number two."
"Tianshou Cemetery, what a wonderful place to be buried."
"If you want to die here, I have no reason why I can't help you."
He laughed evilly and said: "Of course, if you can understand the current situation and put down your body to work for me, I can spare your life."
"Life or death, it all depends on your thoughts."
"You are a smart person, you should know how to choose, right?"
Suning lowered his head and gasped, looking at his feet wrapped in snowflakes.
He was standing in the void, apparently safe and sound, but his legs seemed to be stuck in a mud swamp and it was difficult to move.
Liu Sansheng's fist was fierce and came towards his face.
It has the momentum to kill with one strike, leaving no room for error.
Suning was indifferent and relaxed his hanging right hand slightly.
Ten meters, five meters, three meters...
Until the opponent's fist approaches the door, only half a meter away.
Suning suddenly raised his head and raised his right hand.
The golden-yellow brush first showed its sharpness, quietly and silently.
Liu Sansheng was shocked and angry: "Ziwei Xunlong Pen?"
