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Swish!

Driven by the current, the figure shrouded in red golden light penetrated the void and the golden hand from the sky to the ground!

Like an electric light with red gold as the base of the sword, it runs through the night and the sky, pinning the old woman with flying hair on the ground!

In the night rain, this scene seems to be eternal.

Between light and dark, it seems to be the only background color in everyone's eyes.

However, after just less than an instant, the picture shattered again.

boom!

It is like a meteor falling to the ground, the earth is moving and the mountains are leaning against it, and the smoke and dust are splashing in!

Zhang Dong stepped back again and again, and the shock and hope on his face could not be concealed between the ups and downs of his body.

Centering on the place where the golden light fell, the earth within hundreds of thousands of feet was rolling and surging. The small courtyard of the sign fence was instantly shattered, and the large swathes of soil and sand beneath it rolled like the sea at the time of the tsunami, stirring up the road. I don't know how many earth and stone curtains!

Looking down from a high place, it looks like a mushroom cloud suddenly rises up, pushing the air and smoke to disperse.

The momentum was so great that even Lu Chen, who was in an illusion, couldn't help but look sideways.

The terrifying aura contained in this blow has reached a level that no one can turn a blind eye to.

Click!

Too close to the cliff, a large piece of bluestone was cut off, and the Buddha's face also cracked.

call!

Mu Qingliu's figure is like a ghost, and at the moment of collision, it has already traveled outside the valley, and the ordinary iron sword is pointed at the cliff.

He also pointed to Lu Chen, who was behind the Buddha's face and didn't know where he was.

boom!

Driven by the terrifying air waves, the large tracts of soil, sand and gravel hit all directions like the most swift hidden weapon.

Just from the aftermath of this collision, you can see how heavy and terrifying the blow was.

Everyone present trembled, asking themselves that at the moment of changing positions, there was almost no second possibility except death.

Under the intersection of electric current and earth-shaking, this is almost a terrifying force that surpasses the peak of martial arts.

However…

"You seem to believe him?"

The half-cracked Buddha face seemed to be smiling and looked hideous.

"He is stronger than this old man."

Mu Qingliu responded indifferently, pointing his sword to the Buddha's face as if he didn't care about the shocking collision behind him: "No matter how powerful the old witch's Taoism is, once she is approached, there is only one way to die!"

Among the people present, he was the only one who had a face-to-face with Yang Prison before this battle, and knew that he had mastered many Taoist techniques including 'Hundred Soldiers Invincible'.

The five-year practice of Taoism, no matter how amazing it is, it will never surpass the three thousand years of day and night practice of the old woman.

But after mastering these Dao techniques, it is really possible to fight with them at close range!

Yes, close combat!

As early as before the first battle in Dingyang City, all the masters in the world, including him, knew that if they wanted to kill this old woman, they had to fight in close quarters.

From ancient times to the present for three thousand years, no one has been able to overpower this old witch in Taoist practice, and if you can't get close, you have no chance of winning!

Especially after the First World War in Dingyang City, this has almost become a consensus!

This time, he and the others were invited, not because of what Feng Wushuang promised, but because of Yang Prison!

"It is said that you are so confident in Wu Sheng, it is a pity that this seat should be happy, you are not quite right."

A sigh came from the Buddha's face: "Although I am confident, I am not conceited about martial arts. In the final analysis, this is the one who realizes his supernatural powers, and Taoism is the side of supernatural powers..."

"Martial arts is a skill tempered by the ancestors throughout the ages in battles..."

Mu Qingliu lowered his eyes and said coldly: "You may be the first one to achieve a mastery, but martial arts cannot be taught by one person, and even if it is, that person is not you!"

Mu Qingliu's fear was very deep in his heart for the man who claimed to be Lu Chen after the Buddha's face.

Not only because of the fiasco of the year, but also because of the means of the fiasco.

"How can the path of our three thousand years of cultivation surpass the various Dao and fruit magical powers that have been inherited for endless years?"

The Buddha-faced man didn't seem to hear Mu Qingliu's words, he just turned his neck and looked at the broken ruins:

"Even if this seat used to be her, it's not that easy to die..."

what!

An extremely angry low roar rang out from the depths of the earth's crust, awakening everyone present.

"It's not dead?!"

Mu Qingliu's face couldn't help shaking.

Yang Yu's attack with all his potential, his strength, and his strong will is already the best of the best.

There is also a combination of heaven and earth.

"I ignored the old woman's many body-protecting Taoism techniques, and she still won't die?!"

boom!

The earth trembled violently, and there seemed to be flames flashing through the cracks, blowing billowing smoke, and there seemed to be an active volcano hidden under this valley!

In the sky, Yu Baimei's dignified expression changed his mind, but he couldn't stand by, because he also sensed the aura of the old witch.

This old witch here is much stronger than the avatar in the helm of the Liansheng Sect. Under such a collision, she did not die.

He could even feel that the old witch's aura was still rising, and it seemed that he had to use this battle...

"Waiting for an answer anytime!"

With this thought in mind, Yu Baimei couldn't hold it any longer, he lifted the Sword of Seven Tribulations and jumped into the sky, submerging into the vast darkness.

Lu Qingting was worried, but he had to wait here.

"Do you think the old man has no defense against you? How many times do you have to use the same method?!"

The earth cracked, and the indifferent voice accompanied by the magma soared into the sky, and the fire was so big that it reflected in the night sky. ~~

"Hidden away, scattered in the mountains? What a pity!"

Amidst the raging flames, Yang Prison stood indifferently, allowing the fire to swell and spread his blood, and he was not allowed to approach within three feet.

He never expected a single blow to kill the old guy, but after this blow, he also thoroughly figured out the details of the old guy.

The accumulation of three thousand years is earth-shattering, but in the end it has not exceeded that threshold.

"Today you must die!"

"it is good!"

The magma surged under the cracked earth, and the figure of the black-clothed old woman completely disappeared into the flames.

"Today, the old man will let you see what the ultimate Taoism is!" But her voice continued to sway from all directions, as if she was chanting scriptures, whispering, and chanting mantras.

At this moment, she hid in the fire, her breath scattered in the air, even Yang Prison's heavenly eyes couldn't catch it.

But he still stood still, waiting with his eyes down in the black clothes.

He doesn't know what kind of Taoism this old guy is using, but no Taoism can be maintained indefinitely.

And the one who holds the sky and shakes the earth, what he is most afraid of is the long battle!

"Daoshu, the heroic sky!"

It seemed like a long time, but in fact a few moments, under the gushing magma, the old and cold voice had already reverberated.

The calm and quiet voice is more terrifying than any resentment, making everyone who hears it only feel cold.

Boom!

As the sound reverberated, the flames gushing out from under the earth's crust became more and more turbulent, and together with the mist that persisted in the mountains, they rioted, swelled, and boiled.

At this moment, all the onlookers seemed to fall into a momentary trance.

"This is?!"

Zhang Dong's heart trembled.

I saw the fire and the fog surging, as if thousands of long snakes intersected, not even in an instant, already intertwined and hooked out a huge portal as high as others!

"Qingying in the sky?"

In the firelight, Yang Yu's eyes narrowed, and suddenly he smelled a very familiar breath from behind the door.

At this time, Lu Chen's voice echoed both inside and outside the valley:

"What a group of heroes in the sky, you are actually based on the magical power of 'preserving the law', and you have used all kinds of Taoism to refine this magic weapon, and it is like a Taoist magic... Could it be that you have a rubbing in this Taoism. Heroes from the past to the present? But I don't know, how much of their strength can be preserved in their lifetime..."

The voice that seemed to be surprised seemed to have broken through the heels of this Taoist technique. Without a word, it was broken by the roar under the earth's crust:

"Lu Chen! You are really ruthless and unrighteous!"

boom!

With a long whistle, the illusory portal, half underground and half in the air, opened itself.

At the same time, Yang Yu's eyes narrowed at the moment when the phantom appeared, and he also noticed where the old woman was.

But at this moment, a familiar long howl made his feet tremble.

"The sky is the tent and the floor is the felt, and the sun, moon and stars accompany me to sleep!"

Under the shocked gazes of everyone, behind the door came a valiant man dressed in dragon robes.

Its breath is tyrannical, its will is blazing like the sun, and it is like the sun rising to the sky.

This is…

"Zhang Yuanzhu?!"

Yang prison's eyebrows - pick.

Yu Baimei had already rushed out of the forest, and the Seven Tribulations Sword set off a wave of heavy swords, facing the phantom that looked very much like Zhang Yuanzhu.

"Master Yang, make a quick decision!"

boom!

Less than a moment before and after, with the roaring sword light and fist light flashing across the sky, is this the real will of the Martial Saint? !

"Record of the Heroes of the Sky!"

In the darkness of the night, a flash of purple clothes flashed, and Feng Wushuang's voice hurriedly came: "Brother Yang, this is the Taoist technique of King Qin in the early Tang Dynasty. There are probably as many as twenty-four people behind this door! The deity of the old monster is right at the door. back!"

"Bitch, you finally came out!"

Anger came from under the earth's crust, the door suddenly opened, and a burly big monk stepped out.

war! war! war!

Fighting the Buddha and Printing the Moon!

"It's time everyone!"

Stepping up to meet Feng Wushuang, he let out a long whistle and the sound echoed, UU reading www.uukanshu. In the mountains and forests, one after another figure flickered.

Welcome to the figure who stepped out of the door together with Doufo Yinyue.

"Dharma?!"

"Dharma, Zhang Yuanzhu, Doufo Yinyue? This old witch's Taoism is really so terrifying?"

Beneath the cliff, Mu Qingliu's face shook.

"Why don't you go up there and help? If Lu has the intention to be your enemy, he won't be sitting on the sidelines now." Seeing him unmoved, the Buddha smiled:

"Do you know that after the illusory portal, she is smelting the four incarnations, and she wants to have the ultimate fight..."

"You are more dangerous than that old witch!"

Mu Qingliu was unmoved.

After that, the war broke out again.

"A group of heroes in the sky, a group of heroes in the sky..."

Zhang Dong's heart trembled, and he seemed to think of something hurriedly taking a step:

"King Yang, Zhang did his best to take a few for you, go behind the door and kill that old demon!"

This mysterious Qiankun Cave Lord suddenly exploded with extreme swiftness. Not only did he take down the powerfully sinking demon pestle, but he also punched the phantom that was about to step out of the portal.

His imposing manner is strong, his physique is strong, and his martial arts and Taoism are extremely powerful.

But in the next moment, he couldn't help but let out a strange cry, and the whole person seemed to be flying dozens of feet like a cannonball.

"Ba Fist?!"

boom!

After the roar of the earth moving and the mountains shaking, the huge valley seemed to be silent for a moment.

Even Mu Qingliu, who was staring at Lu Chen, couldn't help but glance over.

That is, Henry Zhang!