Thunder-like sonic booms came and went, resounding throughout the valley and triggering a series of avalanches in the barren mountains further away. The sound was extremely terrifying.
In the valley, the swordsman with a broken arm fell in the corner as if he had lost his soul. Heisan, who had retreated several miles away, was shocked and horrified.
With his martial arts, he couldn't even see the collision of the four masters at that moment, but two of them were blown away and one was thrown down, but the other one still had the strength to kill Meng Hanguang, the catching god.
The difference is clear!
Three great masters who had been famous for decades were defeated in such a small valley by a young swordsman who had only been famous for a few years. One against three, they were defeated with overwhelming force!
This was more than shocking, it was downright terrifying.
Of course he knew that the gap between the great masters would not be too huge. The reason why there was a decisive victory was because all four of them had used their ultimate kills, not because they had overwhelmingly crushed the other two. pressure.
But even so, it's still extremely terrifying.
Not only Heizo, but also all the Yanzhou masters he was ambushing outside were dumbfounded, looking at the sonic boom cloud spreading in the sky, as if they had seen a myth.
Such a collision is simply beyond imagination.
What's even more terrifying is that he actually wants to fight against such a great master!
It seems like a hurricane has entered my sleeves, and my clothes are billowing like bellows.
Yang Yujin used this style to draw the sword to the extreme. The fire produced by the friction between the black iron blade and the air almost made people feel like a raging fire burning the sky.
The golden eagle was frightened and screamed, trying to raise the altitude, but was stepped on by the two people on its back. Not only was it unable to raise the altitude,
It even fell several feet.
So that the golden eagle became even more frightened
"Lin Qitian's eyelids trembled at his progress. Considering his city, he actually lost his composure.
There is no mediocre person among the six sects, let alone Fang Yulong, who has been promoted to the Grand Master for many years and is among the six great masters, Han Fengfu?
The martial arts of these two people may be different from mine, but they are not too different.
However…
"Do you think too highly of yourself?"
There was no comfort for Golden Eagle, and facing Yang Yu who was going from bottom to top and resisting the killing moves of the three great masters to trap him into the battle group, Meng Hanguang's eyes surged with a complicated and unexplainable light:
"A wild and rebellious person should..."
Bang!
Like a golden bead falling on a jade plate, after the sound of the sword, which was neither high nor low, there was a flicker of light and then extinguished.
But this blade of light seemed to be the last glimmer of light before night fell.
It extinguished Meng Hanguang's voice and seemed to draw down the curtain of darkness.
In less than a moment, the endless and sticky darkness has descended, breaking into the hearts of all those who witnessed the sword with an extremely arrogant and unreasonable attitude.
Sense deprivation!
The thick darkness surged like a tidal wave, seeming to drown everything.
In an instant, even the onlookers who were miles away felt uncontrollable fear in their hearts, lost all perception of the outside world, and screamed like headless flies.
The golden eagles let out a cry and almost fell from the sky. Even Lin Qitian, who was not caught by the wave, was in a trance for a moment.
It was already so terrifying to watch from a distance. Meng Hanguang, who was the first to bear the brunt of the attack, immediately lost his five senses, and even his senses in the dark became blurred.
Only an extremely sharp qi machine penetrated into his body from across the sky, as if it was about to touch his soul, making him feel the terrifying illusion that he was about to be cut apart.
This is not an illusion.
As long as the knife touches his body, he will be completely cut into two pieces, both body and soul.
‘The Night Demon Sword Technique? The Seven Tribulations Sword’ didn’t move Meng Hanguang’s heart slightly. He couldn’t see or hear, but his expression was still so cold that he had no expression at all. He was even calm and unruffled.
It’s that knife!!
In the blink of an eye, Meng Hanguang has already taken action.
"Um?"
Yang Yu's eyes narrowed, and between the lightning and flint, he clearly captured Meng Hanguang's movements, and the golden dragon stick was slowly raised.
Rumble!
Just raising the stick, such a small and insignificant movement, but in Yang Yu's perception, it seems that there is a divine peak in front, rising from the ground with a terrifying will to pierce the sky!
In less than an instant, the endless darkness had been completely broken through, and brilliant golden light burst out. For a moment, it was as if there was a golden sun on the dragon stick and it exploded towards the sky!
With just a stick pointing towards the sky, it seemed like thousands of hectares of smoke and dust were being evacuated. The diffuse black mist disappeared in an instant, and Yu Yu was clarified!
"Supernatural power is the convergence of the laws of heaven and earth. The legendary power of immortal Buddhas to control the world contains the eternal and supreme mystery and power..."
Time seemed to slow down at this moment, so slowly that Meng Hanguang's voice sounded so clearly in the ears of everyone inside and outside the valley.
"But are you a god?"
Boom!
As the words echoed, he raised his stick to the sky, showing his fierceness, masculinity and domineering spleen.
It still seems to be slow but is actually fast, and it still seems to be gentle but is actually extremely grand!
The wind blows for a long time.
The moment Meng Hanguang pointed his stick towards the sky, with it as the center, the sky with a radius of tens to hundreds of feet turned into the tide, and the stick was like a blue dragon in the sea.
Following its movements, the entire sky was stirred, causing substantial leg winds. A storm was coming!
"you are not!"
Amidst the wild roars and screams that filled the sky, the shadow of the stick that covered the sky pulled out countless scorching air waves like falling meteorites, like a brilliant and endless meteor shower.
He wants to destroy the world and burn the sky!
"The magical power of the Great Perfection level!"
Yang Yu's eyes burned instantly. At this moment, he sensed the powerful threat from this six-door god-catcher.
His magical skill, which was passed down from the Song Dynasty ancestors, is already in the state of Dzogchen. Pressing down with this stick is almost beyond the scope of martial arts!
It’s close to Tao, close to magical power!
Apart from Zhang Xuanba, the slovenly Taoist, and Grandmaster Bodhidharma in the illusion, this was the first time he had seen such powerful martial arts in the real world.
But he is not afraid!
The light that deprives the five senses has been broken by the Panlong Staff, but this is just a characteristic of the two-edged sword. The foundation of his sword skills is not the Night Demon Sword.
Basically, it's not Qinglong Nine Kills.
Rather, the decapitating knife, or the 'Dharma knife!
laugh!
After pressing down with the stick, Meng Hanguang's heart had no fluctuation at all. Suddenly, he noticed something strange. The long knife, which was already extremely vicious, suddenly restrained all its anger at this moment.
Instead, there is an extreme sharpness that makes people's eyes bleed just looking at it.
"Decapitation knife..."
A trace of surprise flashed through Meng Hanguang's eyes.
He felt the martial arts will coming from the Xuanyi swordsman...
The martial arts will that was supposed to be born after the mysterious entrance was opened and the three elements of essence, energy and spirit converged!
That's a beheading knife, that's true.
But the will contained in it is,
penalty?
Punishment?
He is going to be punished by heaven...
boom!
It's said to be late, but it's actually very fast.
It was so fast that even Lin Qitian only had time to stabilize the golden eagle, which contained enough swords and sticks to make him moved.
A convergence has occurred under the long sky.
The light of the sword disappears, the darkness is no longer there, the light of the stick disappears, the golden light does not exist...
In an instant, where the two people met, all the colors receded, leaving only the terrifying ripples, like a heart circle, emptying out all the air waves in the square circle.
Rumble!
The moment the swords and sticks touched each other, a continuous thunderstorm sounded in their ears and hearts at the same time. It was the violent friction of muscles and bones, and the sound of Henglian being torn apart and overwhelmed.
boom!
The surging air waves were shattered by an extremely brutal force. The two of them were separated as soon as they touched each other. One of them flew up high with the sound of the friction of muscles and bones like a barrage of cannons. The other fell to the ground with thick smoke of gunpowder, splashing large amounts of dust, and the earth collapsed.
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Both sides suffer?!
Seeing this scene, no matter whether it was Lin Qitian above the golden eagle, Han Fengfu who stopped falling higher up, or Fang Yulong who was coughing up blood in the ruins, they couldn't help but become silent.
Until, a long roar exploded.
"Ten dragons and ten elephants, ten dragons and ten elephants are indeed the magical powers of Prince Zhao. Even though I have perfected my magical powers, I still can't compete with them!"
White hair fluttering, black robe hunting, Meng Hanguang's voice echoed up and down the valley, spreading into the distance.
The powerful zhenqi stopped his upward trend, and soon turned into a huge driving force, pushing him into the valley, where the smoke still remained in the ruins.
And with the help of the huge impact, he ignored the blood spilling from his fingers and swung the stick again!
Under this stick, there was no air explosion or sound wave.
Under everyone's gaze, it was no longer a stick, but a divine blade that cut heaven and earth!
Wherever the stick struck, it left a clearly visible chasm in the air, more than a hundred feet long. At first glance, it seemed as if the entire sky had been torn apart by this stick.
"It's a pity that your magical powers are lacking and you don't have the body to lift up the sky...
The air waves that came with the wind blew away the diffuse dust, and among the ruins, there was a golden light, and the extremely powerful blood burst out again.
Faintly, it looked like the shadow of a furnace of energy and blood that had turned into reality.
"You talk too much nonsense!"
Without any hesitation or hindrance, Yang Yu set his feet on the ground and rose into the sky again. His clothes were completely torn, and there were wounds all over his body, and even many bone stubbles were visible.
But he stood up from the ground without any trace of embarrassment, his eyes were blazing and bright, and he faced the dragon stick that swooped down and roared with anger.
Don't dodge or dodge, and strike hard with the knife again!
"Come again!"
boom!
Another collision, the same flying away at the touch, the same lose-lose situation!
boom!
"Come!"
Inside and outside the valley, there were bursts of thunder, large rocks, silt, and snow rolled down like torrents, and there were avalanches in nearby and distant mountains.
At this moment, not to mention Ping San and others, Fang Yulong and Han Fengfu seemed to have become bystanders. They could only watch helplessly as the two of them exchanged blows with almost life-threatening killing moves!
The figures of the two men were seen crisscrossing the land for several miles. Wherever they passed, shrubs, mountain walls, and boulders were all shattered. Their energy was as strong as a knife, cutting many chasms on the mountain wall and the earth.
Boom!
Finally, with another shocking roar, the two figures in the dust stopped moving. After a long time,
They separated slowly just now.
"Yang prison...
As if he saw the scene clearly, Lin Qitian's heart sank and he couldn't help but hold on to the long bow. However, Han Fengfu and Fang Yulong were relieved.
"The winner has been decided."
Fang Yulong let out a long breath, his heart pounding.
Huhu~
The smoke gradually fell, and the sound of blood dripping sounded.
Among the ruins, Yang Yu's clothes were in tatters and covered in blood. The two-edged sword that had been reforged not long ago was broken again, and his fists were even more bloody. On the other hand, compared to Yang Yu's embarrassment, Meng Hanguang's robes were still left.
Most likely, there are no obvious injuries on the body.
Compared to Yang Yu, who was covered in blood and his breath had dropped, his figure was still upright, his dragon stick was still shining, and his breath was still as bright as the sun.
only….
"Who makes up for your shortcomings of shaking the earth...
After a brief gaze, Meng Hanguang spoke.
Yang Prison stretched out his fingers and twitched the corners of his mouth:
"Is it still important?"
He has always been a person who is accustomed to learning lessons. The man of truth once said that he should lean towards horizontal practice after many experiences.
He deeply believed it.
Therefore, whether his Yuanchu Zhengang or Yuanci Zhenshen Jue, they all focus on protecting the body first, and there is almost no blessing from any attack.
"Ha~"
Thick blood gushes out from the seven orifices, and Meng Hanguang utters the last words, unwilling but relieved: