The sky collapsed and the earth shattered, the situation changed, and his fist hit the Nine Masked Gate. Yan Jinglang pushed all the essence, energy, and spirit in his body to the extreme, leaving no subsequent changes!
It would be better to cut off one of the enemy's fingers than to injure them ten. Even if he was injured, he would still kill one person, break the enemy's encirclement, and gain a glimmer of hope.
Attacking Bai Wuxia was just a feint. From the beginning to the end, his target was Jiu Meng! Because of his true nature, he would never allow him to back down, and would definitely choose to fight with him. Previously, he used his mental power to test
The opponent already knows this.
The overwhelming fist power enveloped Jiu Meng, and the air was forcibly compressed, making a harsh sound of "peeping off".
"Well done!" Jiu Meng roared, raising his left fist without any fear, and faced the attack head-on. His body suddenly shrunk several times, while his entire arm and fist expanded rapidly, and all the power from his body continued to flow in.
The skin of the rock becomes smooth and translucent, with a jade-like luster.
At the same time, he raised his right arm high, and slapped Yan Cinglang with his huge palm from top to bottom, like swatting a flying mosquito.
"Boom!" The air wave exploded, and the two fists, one large and one small, collided violently, making an earth-shattering noise. Yan Jinglang grunted and shook his shoulders slightly, still able to protect Huiyuan on his back unharmed.
It has not been affected by the impact.
Jiu Meng's whole body was trembling, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, jade fragments peeled off from his fists, and his raised right arm couldn't help but feel sore, and it hung down limply, swinging powerlessly past Yan Chinglang.
This is a collision without any tricks. The two sides are dueling based on their cultivation, and their strength will determine the outcome.
Not allowing the opponent to breathe or giving others a chance to help, Yan Chinglang paused his fist slightly, then retracted it, then flicked it, and then punched out with a loud bang. "Crack, click, click -" Along the path of the fist's high-speed advancement, the space
There are fine cracks visible to the naked eye.
Jiu Meng's expression changed slightly, his head, chest, lower abdomen and other places bulged crazily, and boulders were constantly piled up, like a bulging fortress, trying to protect his vital points. After a hard fight between the two sides, Yan Qinglang didn't even need to regain his breath and gather strength.
The two punches were more powerful than the first one, which was really shocking and terrifying.
A complex look flashed across Ning Kongyu's beautiful eyes. Yan Jinglang forced his fists to use, which would inevitably hurt his internal organs and lay hidden dangers.
"Qian ascends and Kun descends, change!" Gui Guzi suddenly roared, and in the halo of the turtle shell, black and white light spots quickly changed into another mysterious pattern.
The Bagua lights and shadows of Taoism appeared on the eight people at the same time.
"Bang!" Yan Chinglang punched Jiu Meng's huge chest and felt abnormal. Only a small part of the huge force of the entire fist was endured by Jiu Meng, and more turbid energy surged through the opponent's body. According to the
Zhen, Dui and other Bagua directions are passed to the remaining seven people in turn. In this way, for each person passing by, the punch strength is reduced by one point, until it is finally passed to Kong Mingzi, and there is not much fist strength left.
Yan Qilang's heart trembled, and he stepped back without hesitation. Kong Mingzi smiled, showing his yellow teeth, jumped out of the boat, and clapped his left palm carelessly.
A faint flash of lightning flashed through his skinny and yellow palm, so faint that it was almost invisible, and even the sound of thunder was silent.
Thunder in Palm!
This is the most basic method of Taishang Shenxiao Sect. Beginner disciples must do it, and there are thousands of people who have mastered it. However, there has never been anyone like Kong Mingzi, who can use the thunder in the palm of his hand so unpretentiously and calmly in all weathers.
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This palm thunder was not fast, and even seemed slow and wobbly. The moment the palm was released, it had already caught up with Yan Qinglang and reached his chest. The contrast between extremely slow and extremely fast formed a strange and mysterious feeling.
A sense of contradiction. The timing of the attack is also clever and precise. It is just when Yan has exhausted his strength before hitting the wave and has not yet developed any stamina.
During the rapid flight back, the waves of Yan continued to shake, and overlapping figures flashed out one after another, leaping out from left to right, making it dazzling and difficult to distinguish between true and false. But Kong Mingzi's palm chased his real body, dying.
A trace of Qi that locks Yan Jinglang’s spiritual core.
Yan Chinglang's eyes narrowed, and his fists were forced to move forward to meet the thunder in his palms.
The fists and palms touched each other, but surprisingly no sound was made. They were frozen and motionless, as if they were tightly stuck together.
Kong Mingzi and Yan Chulang looked at each other across the air, their eyes like thunder and fire clashing with each other, splashing out with invisible sharp light. Where their fists and palms touched, countless undercurrents of clean air and turbid air surged violently, tearing, colliding, and entangling back and forth.
, like a dangerous whirlpool hidden under the calm sea.
A few breaths flew by, and the palm of his fist was suddenly divided. "Pfft!" Yan hit the wave and spurted blood from his mouth. He quickly threw it back, his hands were black and smoking. He reluctantly counterattacked, but Kong Mingzi used the thunder in his palm to skillfully move him.
Due to the hidden danger of forcing the fist force earlier, the internal organs were finally injured. Even so, Huiyuan on his back was still safe and sound, firmly protected by his turbid Qi.
Kong Mingzi somersaulted in mid-air and fell back to the bow of the boat with a "bang". The wooden planks under her feet shattered, the boat shook violently several times, and the water waves splashed.
Jiu Meng roared loudly, opened his mouth and spat out countless boulders, which hit Yan Chonglang like meteors. Everyone seized the opportunity and rushed forward one after another. The clear air of the Jade Emperor's mysterious sky, the light of the sword, and the flowing clouds and flying sleeves were invisible.
The arrows of light, the Five Elements Mountains... were like a tsunami erupting, with each wave of attack getting higher and higher, completely submerging Yan Chinglang's figure.
The air waves and flames continue to explode, like huge waves, raging and roaring. Yan Canglang's fist is like a light boat, dancing on the turbulent waves, never being engulfed by the angry tide. Sometimes the fist is as strong as a hammer, charging bravely;
Soft as catkins, light and swaying, it resolves the frenzy of everyone's attacks one after another.
During the fierce battle, Yan Qinglang punched out with his left fist, seemingly shaking the Jade Emperor's Xuan Qiong Qing Qi, but a strange suction force came out of the fist hole, and the Jade Emperor's Xuan Qiong Qing Qi was taken away and hit quietly from behind.
The invisible arrow of light that hits.
"Boom!" The Five Elements Mountain fell from the sky above Yan Chinglang's head. Yan Chinglang dodged and rushed to Bai Wuxia. He moved close to him and moved around. The dense shadow of his fist tightly entangled Liu Yunfei's sleeves, causing Bai Wuxia to
Wu Xia couldn't escape. The Five Elements Mountain of the Five Elements Master was forced to stop in the sky and could not be lowered to suppress it.
"Brother Yan, be careful!" Ning Kong Yuqing scolded, and the long sword flew towards him with thousands of sword lights. The strength of Yan's wave fist changed again, and the soft and soft force instantly turned to hard, and Bai Wuxia was
It flew out and bounced towards the Five Elements Mountain hanging above. At the same time, the fist penetrated the dense sword light.
"Ding-ding-dang-dang--" A series of intense and intense sounds sounded. A sword light was pulled by the fist, crashed into another sword light, and then hit a third sword light. Thousands of sword lights collided with each other, and the sword energy repelled each other in chaos.
, collapsed on its own.
Kong Mingzi sighed softly. Yan Jinglang's martial arts training has reached the pinnacle at this point, and there is no further progress. He only needs the last trace of perfection to be able to break the void and leave.
It's a pity that he can't stand alone after all, and his strength always has its limit, and sooner or later he will be eaten alive by everyone. Not to mention, this is not the Taoist sect's fatal trump card.
"The Eight Trigrams are combined, change!" Guiguzi suddenly roared, and the Transformation Turtle Book flashed uncertainly. Everyone attacked for a while, then retreated and wandered around the direction of the Eight Diagrams.
With eight people as the fulcrum, a vast black and white Bagua furnace rises slowly, covering Yan Chenglang in it.
On the river beach, Xuanzhu's eyes were changing, and the hand pressing on the boy's belly suddenly tightened, and veins sprouted out.