Li Daoqiang frowned slightly. Facing this amazing power, he could feel a strange and soul-sucking power.
It was as if he was pulling his martial arts spirit and spiritual power away from his body.
Is this the Taoist demon?
Only by experiencing this power personally did Li Daoqiang truly understand some of the true meaning of cultivating demons in the Taoist heart.
In his mind, the dragon's roar sounded, suppressing his body.
But he didn't choose to get rid of it completely.
Dao Xinzhong Demon is the best martial arts in the world, until he breaks the realm of heaven and man.
It is one of the food supplies that is very likely to be beneficial to him.
This is a rare opportunity to experience it firsthand.
Anyway, he is not in a hurry to determine the winner, let alone worry about safety.
At this time, Pang Ban was still a little behind.
He felt the power of Taoist demons in his heart, and the solemn expression on his face was obvious.
The figure flashed, then took a few steps back, and slowly pushed out his palm.
A soft force continuously shot into the void.
In the blink of an eye, it seemed to turn into a quagmire, and the power in that fist was eliminated bit by bit.
Li Daoqiang and Pang Ban were each knocked back by the collision of the last few forces, and their bodies flew several dozen feet upside down.
A flash of surprise flashed across Pang Ban's face, and he sincerely praised: "Brother Li is good at palm skills. The Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are two martial arts that are extremely strong and extremely yang. He has actually cultivated such an extremely soft power!
It can be seen that Brother Li's palm skills have reached the highest level, and Pang admires him. "
"Brother Pang, thank you for your praise. Your Taoist Heart Demon Technique is the supreme skill. When I see it today, it is indeed well-deserved."
Li Daoqiang cooperated with each other in carrying the sedan chair and said sincerely.
Pang Ban suddenly felt depressed and didn't want to think too much. He looked solemn and shouted softly: "It's useless to talk too much. Brother Li, come on."
The fist blasted out for the third time, and the unparalleled power was like a vast ocean, boiling the spiritual energy in the void in front and for miles around, making the power even more astonishing.
Li Daoqiang's expression became a little more solemn, and he seemed to be a little helpless. He retreated and retreated.
He forcibly broke away some of the locks of Pang Banqi Machine.
Pang Ban's breath froze, and he became even more depressed and unhappy.
Just like when you are enjoying yourself, you are suddenly interrupted by someone, and you have the desire to kill someone.
His face darkened and he snorted softly.
How long can you retreat to?
Without hesitation, he pursued the victory and became more powerful, suppressing Li Daoqiang.
Li Daoqiang mainly kept retreating and did not confront Pang Ban head-on. He mainly focused on resisting and offloading his strength.
And seeing that Li Daoqiang has always been very at ease, there is no pressure.
Pang Ban became more and more excited, and he was even more convinced that Li Daoqiang was the opponent he needed.
Emotions gradually reach the extreme, and power is released bit by bit to its peak state.
Feeling the terrifying power not far away, Wang Chongyang and others were all very afraid.
Seeing that Li Daoqiang was still resisting with tenacity and that he was not unable to hold on, they were relieved a little.
Immediately, the eyes of the twelve peerless powerful men intertwined tightly.
"boom!!!"
Without any more words, the war broke out.
Like a sharp sword exuding the power of the stars, it slashed hard at the burly body like a demon king.
A spear that seemed to be piercing the heaven and earth fell into a free and natural void.
The old rivals, King Xiaoyao and Shengseng, have known each other for a long time and fought fiercely together.
In another place, three forces joined forces to kill Kublai Khan without saying a word.
The sword was ethereal and sharp, as if falling from the sky, destroying everything.
The fist was thick and stretched straight with the arm, like a long stick, trying to penetrate the void.
Zhuge Zhengwo, who was dressed in a gray and white robe, pointed his sword at the sword. Zhuge Shenhou, who had always looked unhurried, was now as sharp as a spear.
The three peerless powerful levels of power are released together, and no one in the world can despise them.
What's more, Kublai Khan was also at the same level as a peerless strong man.
His face was extremely serious and cold.
There was no hard contact from the front, but he retreated and let out a long roar.
Song Que and the others pursued him. They all knew that as long as they killed or captured Kublai Khan, they would win the decisive battle.
On the contrary, if they can't do anything to each other, they will even become passive as time goes by.
Because of the Mongolian and Yuan army, Zhou Botong and others could not hold on for too long.
They could only deal with Kublai Khan, the coach of the Mongolian and Yuan armies, as quickly as possible.
With the three men joining forces, Kublai Khan fell into a disadvantage at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even had a sinister aura.
But at this moment, a figure in black robes came quickly and attacked Zhuge Zhengwo directly.
Zhuge Zhengwo was forced to challenge.
Kublai Khan's condition immediately improved. He snorted coldly and concentrated on fighting Song Que.
"High Priest Meng Yuan!"
After forcing the opponent back slightly, Zhuge Zhengwo stared at the man's pale face and spoke in a deep voice.
Some of the eyes from everywhere were put here.
After hearing this, everyone knew that Meng Yuan indeed had something hidden.
I'm afraid that while they wanted to completely repel the Meng Yuan army, Meng Yuan also wanted to take the opportunity to defeat them in one fell swoop and break through Xiangyang City, the gateway to the Song Kingdom in the south.
When their eyes met, the meaning became clear.
kill!
Without any unnecessary words, Zhuge Zhengwo attacked the Meng Yuan high priest.
Song Que and the two men attacked Kublai Khan.
The murderous intent spread quickly.
This adds a bit of color to the already messy and broken world.
The same applies to several other places, especially Wang Chongyang and Meng Chixing.
As well as the holy monk and the free king.
They really want to kill each other.
Show no mercy, use all your strength and killer moves right from the start.
Meng Chixing's burly body stood in the void. His whole body seemed to be made of fine steel, extremely hard and extremely powerful.
A seemingly ordinary punch or kick contains terrifying power.
Destroying mountains and rivers is not a problem.
Opposite him, Wang Chongyang fully displayed his sharpness.
With the ancient sword in hand, the majestic Quanzhen swordsmanship is the most exquisite swordsmanship.
Under the extremely pure innate power, he clashed with Meng Chixing again and again without showing any signs of weakness.
The aftermath of the collision was so powerful that it almost surpassed the entire battlefield.
Kublai Khan is worse than one against two.
Pang Ban and Li Daoqiang are equally inferior.
The sharp sword energy and heavy power bloomed in the void.
Between King Xiaoyao and the Holy Monk, they were as close as ever, with no advantage or disadvantage, and they continued to fight fiercely.
At the same time, even though they were fighting, Pang Ban and Li Daoqiang still looked over to see what was going on. The fight was not as intense and earth-shattering as they had imagined.
Generally speaking, it is a general situation.
Pang Ban kept chasing Li Daoqiang and took action, while Li Daoqiang kept retreating, refusing to fight Pang Ban head-on.
(sleep.)
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