The First Cause of All Realms

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Thunder-like sonic booms rang out one after another, resounding inside and outside the valley, triggering continuous avalanches in the barren mountains farther away, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.

In the valley, the swordsman with his broken arm fell into the corner as if he had lost his soul.

With his martial arts, he couldn't see the collision of the four great masters at that moment, but the two were blasted away, one was thrown away, and the other still had enough power to slay Shenmeng Hanguang.

This is clearly divided!

Three great masters who have been famous for decades, in such a small valley, they were defeated by a young swordsman who had only been famous for a few years, with one enemy and three, and it was devastating!

It's more than shocking, it's simply terrifying.

Of course he knows that the gap between the great masters will not be too huge. The reason for the situation where the winner is determined is that all four of them have performed lore, not that they have an overwhelming crush on the other two. pressure.

But even so, it was still terrifying.

Not only Ping San, but all the Yanzhou masters who were in ambush outside were also dumbfounded, looking at the sonic boom clouds that kept 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 is still thinking of fighting against such a master!

There seems to be a hurricane in the sleeves, and the clothes are bulging like bellows.

This style of drawing the sword, Yang Yujin used it to the extreme, and the flames generated by the friction between the black iron blade and the air almost made people think that there was a feeling of raging fire.

The golden eagle was frightened and screamed and wanted to raise the height, but was stepped on by the two people on the back, not only could not raise the height,

It even fell several feet.

So that the golden eagle is more and more frightened

"His progress, Lin Qitian's eyelids trembled, and with his chengfu, he actually lost his temper.

There is no one in the six doors, let alone Fang Yulong and Han Fengfu, who have been promoted to the great master for many years and are listed among the six great gods?

The martial arts of these two people may be a little different from their own, but they are not too different.

However…

"Have a high self-esteem?"

Without comforting Jin Ying, in the face of the bottom-up Yang Prison, who was forced to encircle himself into the battle group with the ultimate move of the three great masters, Meng Hanguang's eyes were full of complicated and incomprehensible rays of light:

"Crazy rebels, should...\"

Dang!

Just like a golden pearl falling on a jade plate, after the sound of the knife, which is neither high nor low, there is a flash of knife light.

But this knife light seemed to be the last ray of light before night fell.

It cut off Meng Hanguang's voice and seemed to pull down the curtain of darkness.

In less than an instant, the endless viscous darkness has already descended, breaking into the hearts of everyone who witnessed this knife with an extremely arrogant and unreasonable attitude.

Five senses deprived!

The viscous darkness is like a surging tide that seems to drown everything.

In an instant, even a group of bystanders from a few miles away couldn't help but feel panic in their hearts. They lost all perception of the outside world, and the headless flies seemed to be screaming and running around.

The golden eagle let out a whimper, almost falling from the sky, but Lin Qitian was in a trance for a moment even if he was not caught by the wave.

It was already so terrifying to watch from afar, and Meng Hanguang, who bore the brunt of it, lost his five senses at the first moment, and even the senses in the dark became blurred.

Only an extremely sharp air machine penetrated the body from a distance, more like touching the soul, making him feel the terrifying illusion that he was about to be cut.

This is not an illusion.

As long as this knife reaches his body, he will be completely cut into two parts, no matter the body or the soul.

'Night magic sword technique? The Seven Tribulations Sword did not move Meng Hanguang's heart slightly, he could not see or hear, but his expression was still so indifferent that there was no expression, even his mind was calm, and the ancient well had no waves.

It's that knife! !

Between thoughts and movements, Meng Hanguang has already moved.

"Ok?"

Yang Yu's eyes narrowed, and between the electric light and flint, he clearly captured Meng Hanguang's movements, and the golden dragon stick slowly raised.

Boom!

Just raising the stick, such a small action, but in Yang Prison'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 has been completely pierced, and the brilliant golden light has made a masterpiece. For a while, it seems that there is a stick of golden sun blasting up to the sky on the dragon stick!

It was just a stick facing the sky, as if thousands of hectares of smoke and dust were emptied out, and the pervasive black mist disappeared instantly, Yuyu clarified!

"Supernatural powers are the convergence of the principles of heaven and earth. Legend has it that the immortals and Buddhas hold the power of the universe, which contains the highest mystery and power of the ancient times...\"

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, so slow that Meng Hanguang's voice exploded so clearly in the ears of everyone inside and outside the valley.

"But are you a god?"

Boom!

At the same time as the voice reverberated, he pointed his stick to the sky, showing his strong, masculine and domineering spleen.

It is still seemingly slow and fast, still seemingly gentle, but in fact it is an extremely grand action style!

The wind blows for a long time.

The moment Meng Hanguang pointed his stick to the sky, with it as the center, the sky with a radius of tens of hundreds of feet turned into a tide, and that stick was like a blue dragon in the sea.

Following its movements, the entire sky was stirred, and a real leg wind was set off, a storm!

"you are not!"

In the mad screams and screams in the sky, the stick shadows that covered the sky pulled out countless scorching air waves like falling meteorites, like a splendid and endless meteor shower.

Want to do the act of destroying the world and burning the sky!

"The Great Perfection-level Divine Art!"

Yang Yu's eyes lit up in an instant, and at this moment, he smelled the powerful threat from this six-door catcher.

His magic skill, which was passed down from Song Zu, is already in a state of great perfection. The suppression of this skill is almost beyond the scope of martial arts!

It's close to Taoism, it's close to supernatural powers!

Except for Henry Zhang, the sloppy Taoist, and the great master of Bodhidharma in the illusion, this is the first time he has seen such a tyrannical martial arts in this world.

But he is not afraid!

The light of deprivation of the five senses has been completely destroyed by the Panlong Stick, but this is only the characteristic of the two-edged sword. The foundation of his swordsmanship is not the Night Demon Sword.

As for the basis, it is not the Qinglong Nine Kills.

Instead, the decapitation knife, or 'the magic knife!

laugh!

With a stick pressed, Meng Hanguang's heart was not fluctuating at first, but suddenly, he noticed something strange, that long knife, which was the most murderous room, suddenly restrained all the ill-will at this moment.

Instead, there is an extreme sharpness that makes one's eyes bleed.

"Decapitation knife..."

A trace of surprise flashed in Meng Hanguang's eyes.

He felt the will of the martial arts from the black-clothed swordsman...

The Martial Dao will that should be born after the entrance is wide open and the three elements of spirit, energy and spirit converge!

That's a decapitation knife, not fake.

But the will contained in it is,

penalty?

Punishment?

He is going to be punished on behalf of the heavens...

boom!

Saying it's late is actually very fast.

It was so close that even Lin Qitian had only time to stabilize the golden eagle, which contained a knife and a stick that could move him.

Convergence has occurred under the sky.

The knife light disappears, the darkness disappears, the stick light disappears, the golden light disappears...

In an instant, where the two confronted, all the colors receded, only the terrifying ripples, like a heart circle, emptied all the air waves in the circle.

Boom!

The moment the swords and sticks touched, the continuous thunderstorm sounded in the ears of the two at the same time. It was the violent friction of the muscles, bones, and skin, and it was the overwhelmed sound of Heng Lian being torn apart.

boom!

The surging air waves were smashed into pieces by the incomparable arrogance. The two parted at the touch of a button. One flew high with the sound of rubbing muscles and bones like a cannonball. .

Lose both? !

Seeing this scene, whether it was Lin Qitian who was above the golden eagle, Han Fengfu who stopped his fall from a higher place, or Fang Yulong who was coughing up blood in the ruins, they all became silent.

Until a long whistle exploded.

"Ten dragons and ten elephants, ten dragons and ten elephants are indeed the magical powers of Lord Zhao, even if I have already achieved great feats, I can't wrestle with them!"

The white hair is flamboyant, the black robe is hunting, and Meng Hanguang's voice echoes up and down the valley, and spreads further into the distance.

The majestic True Qi stopped his upward trend, and immediately, it turned into a huge driving force and pushed it into the valley, the ruins that were still smoked.

And with the help of the huge impact force, he ignored the blood that overflowed from his five fingers, and swung it out with another stick!

With this stick, there are no gas explosions and sound waves.

Under everyone's gaze, it was no longer a stick, but a divine blade that cut the world!

As far as the stick came, it left a clearly visible gap in the air that was more than a hundred feet long. At first glance, it seemed that the sky was torn apart by this stick.

"Unfortunately, you have a lack of supernatural powers, and you don't have the body to lift the sky...

The air waves that came with the wind blew out the pervasive dust, and in the ruins, Lu Jinguang was full of light, and his **** energy burst out again.

Vaguely, it seems to have turned into the shadow of a real blood furnace.

"You're talking too much nonsense!"

Without any hesitation or hindrance, Yang Yu stepped on the ground and rose to the sky again. His clothes were all torn, and there were even many stubble marks all over his body.

But he stood up straight from the ground, and he didn't see any embarrassment. His eyes were burning and bright, and he faced the swooping dragon stick, which was full of anger.

Do not avoid dodging, once again hold the knife hard!

"Come again!"

boom!

Another collision, the same one-touch fly, the same lose-lose!

boom!

"Come!\"

Inside and outside the valley, thunder bursts, and large tracts of rocks, sand and snow rolled down like a torrent, and there were avalanches in the mountains near and far.

At this moment, not to mention Ping San and others, even Fang Yulong and Han Fengfu seemed to have become bystanders.

I saw the figures of the two of them crisscrossing the land for several miles. Wherever they passed, shrubs, mountain walls, and boulders were all shattered, and their vigor was like a knife, splitting many gaps on the mountain wall and the earth.

Boom!

In the end, with another thunderous roar, in the dust, the two figures stopped moving. After a long time,

Just then slowly separated.

"Yang Prison. . . .

Seemingly seeing the scene inside, Lin Qitian's heart sank and he couldn't help clenching his longbow, but Han Fengfu and Fang Yulong were relieved.

"It's been decided."

Fang Yulong let out a sigh of relief, and the big stone in his heart fell.

Huhu~

The smoke gradually fell, and the tick of blood followed.

Among the ruins, Yang Prison was in ragged clothes and covered in blood. The two-edged sword that had not been recast for a long time was broken again. A pair of fists was even more bloody. For the most part, there are no obvious injuries on the body.

Compared to Yang Yu, who was covered in blood and his breath was falling, his figure was still tall and straight, his dragon stick was still shining, and his breath was still as bright as the sun.

only….

"Who made up for the deficiencies of Earthshaking for you...

After a brief gaze ~www.readwn.com~ Meng Hanguang spoke.

Yang Yu flexed and stretched his fingers and twitched the corners of his mouth:

"Is it still important?"

He has always been a person who is accustomed to learning from lessons, and the Taoist Mantra said that he should lean towards Henglian.

He took it for granted.

Therefore, whether his True Astral at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty or Yuan Ci True Body Art, they all put the protection of the body as the first, and there is almost no blessing for attacking and attacking.

"Huh~"

Thick blood gushed out from the seven orifices, Meng Hanguang said the last sentence, unwilling, but relieved:

"It doesn't matter anymore..."

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