Just like the one at the foot of Qisha Mountain back then,

"Zhang Xuanba..."

He lowered his eyes and breathed, and the old demon took a step forward. The true energy shook, the blood and blood boiled. In an instant, a bone-broken cold suddenly came.

"Sanyin, Demon-Slaying Sword!"

Boom!

In less than a moment, the earth-shaking intersection had arrived in the royal palace.

Light!

Wherever you see, you are filled with light.

Not only the backyard, the royal palace, but also the entire Northwest Dao City can be seen.

Large swaths of dust soared into the sky, spreading in all directions with rolling air waves, like the most rapid and terrifying hurricane, blowing sand and stones flying on the streets!

"There is a war of gods at this point!"

Several miles apart, a tall building felt the heat wave coming towards him. Han Yue San couldn't help but feel the shock in his heart and sighed.

A great master can defeat thousands of troops.

The Martial Saint is already the power of the enemy country.

Except for nearly four hundred years, the martial saints of any dynasty are almost land gods and worshipped by thousands of people.

But the two people who were fighting at this moment were no longer ordinary martial saints.

"The closer the sky changes, the closer the gods and Buddhas."

With his hands in his sleeves, the cold moon scattered, looking up, only to see dark clouds gathered in the sky, and as the qi collided, the celestial phenomena were all triggered:

"Master, your practice is still better than that of disciples. What you recorded in the Tide Theory becomes reality little by little..."

The two qi movements rubbed and collided in his eyes, causing layers of spiritual qi fluctuations that were invisible to ordinary people.

Compared with last year, spiritual qi is better this year, and the power that can be exerted by Taoism, magical powers, and even martial arts are changing.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Qi and blood, martial arts, horizontal practice, magical powers...

In an instant, the two masters in the palace had collided more than ten times.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

During the hurricane, the old monster of Black Mountain roared to the sky, and the sound from his mouth seemed to be the trembling sound of the divine sword being shedded.

Not as if it is!

With a long roar, his body was covered by sword aura, and his mouth burst out with the extreme sharpness. The dark red "Divine Sword" squeezed out from his limbs and bones.

Strong ~~~

This scene looks very much like Mu Qingliu's innate invisible body-breaking sword energy, but it seems more domineering and fierce!

In an instant, the sky was dim, and the divine tip was half out of the body. At first glance, the person seemed to be penetrated by a random knife, but in fact, it was an indescribable torrent of sword energy.

It rolled out from its body, like sword dragons born in killing, wrapped in romantic flow, dancing in the sky, and killing the enemy!

Eight generations of practice, eight martial saints, eight kinds of supernatural powers are in their bodies. Even though their bodies are different, their nature, martial arts, and supernatural powers are all different.

But the eighth generations are all together, and the old demon of Black Mountain can use more methods than anyone imagined!

At this moment, he made every effort to show his terrifying practice!

The swords and dragons intertwined and rolled, and they were violent and powerful, which was the violent power that was about to be submerged in front of the mountains and the sky was before them.

That's the Seven Killings magical power!

Huh ~

Yang Yuyi's hair was moving. Faced with the killing of these sword dragons, everyone in the world could not be moved, and he was no exception.

But under such a fierce attitude, his expression became more and more calm and cold. He just slowly raised his right arm, pinched his five fingers, and slowly pushed it out.

Buzz!

The flat punch, without any tricks, had a noisy power, and then it erupted.

The scorching and surging blood and gas burned to the extreme, and it was revealed at the tip of its fist, but there was no warmth at all. Instead, the cold wind blew!

Huh huh ~

The cold wind blew, as if the middle of winter was coming.

It can be seen from the naked eye that the fist wind is facing, and the white frost is condensed everywhere, and in the cold wind, it seems that wind and snow are coming from the sky.

The Golden Buddha congratulated him. The fundamental reason why the book shocked Yang Yu’s mind was not that there were many mysteries in it, nor that it was that the secret method of unity of spirit and flesh was moving.

Instead, the four words "Four Symbols of Heaven's Will" on the pages of his book reveal the essence of his more than 20 years of cultivation.

After reading the hundreds of classics, learning from various schools and gods, Yang Yu realized that only four characters are the four symbols of heaven's will.

The four symbols and heavenly will are actually one, and the four symbols are the celestial phenomena.

His boxing skills, after five years of hardship and transformation of blood and energy, finally broke through to the eleventh grade, the four symbols, and the transformation of the celestial phenomena.

And this punch is not anything else.

It is the heavy wind and snow that has never been absent for many years that hundreds of millions of people in the world cannot forget!

Imitate to others, or to the end, but to the sky, but it’s not the beginning!

call!

In just a moment, the fist and the knife had already met in full view of everyone.

And this time, there was no friction between the qi and blood and the true energy, and even a ripples had not spread. The place where the fist wind passed was like heavy snow.

The knotty sword dragon was extremely shocked and angry, but was frozen in the air in the cold wind and heavy snow.

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Then, a punch that was neither high nor low, neither light nor heavy, fell on the old demon's chest and then took it back.

Win or lose, it has been decided!

Until now, the people inside and outside the palace breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately, their hearts were filled with awe.

In this fortress, the old demon of the Black Mountain is far more famous than Fan Ruyi and the old woman whom only a few people know about it.

And this is the second time he has died in the Northwest.

And unlike the first time, Yiming Dui Ming, this time, the Northwest King, who had only been king for several years, crushed him with grand momentum.

This is the true invincible posture!

call!

Only after a moment of silence could a strong wind blow.

"After all, I am neglecting martial arts, and I am defeated without any wrongion or unjust..."

In the dust, the old demon's aura slipped from the peak, and a smear of white frost also covered his hair from top to bottom, covering his hair, and then to his chest, abdomen, and limbs...

Looking at Yang Yu, who looked calm but was as arrogant as a bird in the cold wind, a light of meaning flashed in his eyes:

"Today, you will beat me, and you will not be able to achieve your own strength. It is really God's will..."

He was staring at Prison Yang.

This is not the first time the two met, or even the first time they fought, but even when he came here with his body, he had never had such a strong understanding.

‘The person in front of me was the biggest disaster before I became enlightened…’

Kakka ~

Yang Yu soothed his five fingers, and his blood and energy that was surging to the extreme once again exceeded his physical strength. He could not restrain such strong energy even if he could.

"Defeat, it means losing!"

Holding his own talisman, the Taoist Yunni was extremely heartbroken, and he looked at the old demon in Black Mountain and hated him to the extreme:

"Old demon, you are defeated by the northwest. Is it God's will?"

"You don't understand."

The ice sculpture was also like that. The old demon glanced at him faintly, and his eyes fell on Yang Yu:

"You should understand that you can't keep those things..."

Click!

What responded to him was Yang Yu's fingers bounced.

With just a light bounce, the eight-foot-high ice sculptures were cracked everywhere, breaking in an instant, and when the wind blew, no blood and flesh were left behind:
Chapter completed!