In an instant, the mountain temple turned into a Shura field!
The sudden burst of murderous intent made Li Feibai and others hiding in the corner tremble.
"Me, my hammer..."
Yuan San let out a painful groan. His hammers made of cold iron had already been completely torn apart by the sword light!
God knows how long he had saved up for this pair of hammers, but it was completely destroyed.
Huhuhu~~~
The air flow surged and exploded.
The invisible air current was pierced by the qualitative flying sword.
An Qisheng's eyes flashed with ripples, and he commented calmly:
"The art of flying swords? It's just flashy!"
boom!
Around him, the invisible air flow suddenly shattered.
Within three feet, all objects were repulsed by the infinite majestic force. Only the flying sword buzzed and trembled, its speed did not slow down, and it pierced the center of the eyebrow.
Phew~
At the moment when the force surged, An Qi's long spear stabbed flatly, facing Feng Zhenzong's seventeen swords.
The other hand hanging by his side was suddenly raised to the center of his eyebrows. Without a chance, he suddenly reached out, and with the flick of his five fingers, he pulled out substantial ripples.
It was like playing a pipa, playing in the void.
Buzz~
The actual air flow was like ropes beating on An Qisheng's fingertips. After holding the elixir, the force spread all over his body. The hair on his fingertips were sharp weapons for killing people. A flick of his fingers was enough to kill an elephant on the spot.
And at this time, it was more than just a snap of a finger?
Dang rang~
Just listen to the sound of the violent whistling airflow, and there is a clear sound of the collision of gold and iron.
But if you listen carefully, you will know that it is not the sound of a finger snap, but dozens or hundreds of collisions sounding at this moment!
boom!
As the Gang Qi surged, the flying sword flew backwards and was thrust out three feet in front of him, buzzing, trembling, and whining.
Outside the mountain temple, Dong Tianyou's expression changed. He took three steps back as if he had been hit hard, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Of course, his skill is not the flying sword technique, but the sword has been cultivated for many years with the true air, so that it can reach the level of wielding the arm.
In the past, he would usually use the flying sword technique when others were restraining him. With such speed, he could carry out a sneak attack and assassinate without any disadvantage. This was the first time that he was ejected by someone with his bare hands!
Boom!
The flying sword flew out, and before An Qisheng could make another strike to crush it completely, the powerful force of his palm was already rolling in like a torrential river.
During the roar of the extremely powerful palm force, Tieshan, who had been pushed several feet away from An Qisheng, felt short of breath, and his face was distorted by the strong wind!
Under the strong wind, his white hair was flying like flames, but An Qisheng's expression did not change at all, and his flatly extended spear did not move.
Just the left hand that had just flicked the flying sword slightly flicked in the void, the palm of his hand changed, and then pushed forward.
Up to now, An Qisheng has been trained in the martial arts of the two realms, and his fist and palm skills have reached the level of skill and skill.
Whether it is Tai Chi in the previous life, Bagua, Xingyi and other internal martial arts, the ancient sect Xinyi Fist above Xuanxing, Xiangxiang Fist, Dragon and Elephant Combination Attack and other military killing martial arts, or various boxing routines in the Jiufu World , I have already followed my heart.
Ever-changing, it is still the same style of 'Nantianmen'!
Boom!
The power of the seven-fold palm instantly stagnated.
Yuntang's expression suddenly changed.
His terrifying palm power, which was superimposed with seven levels of palm power and was enough to blast a city wall into powder, really seemed to have hit a majestic mountain, unable to move forward!
Boom!
The earth shook!
Dust rose into the sky, and all the objects in the mountain temple were shattered by this collision!
Wow~
In an instant, the beams of the mountain temple were broken, the roof was shattered, and the surrounding walls collapsed and shattered together with the ground.
Immediately, it was blown away in the boundless night sky by the arrogant and arrogant wind.
Yuntang's surging palm power, which was superimposed seven times, exploded under the pure power that reached the limit!
And that palm that was now filled with endless terror in his eyes was slowly coming, mixed with the terrifying palm power that exploded in all directions!
It was said that it came slowly, but in reality this palm was reaching the peak!
What made Yuntang's expression change even more was that the air flow that had been expelled by An Qisheng's palm suddenly poured back into him at this moment, forming an extremely terrifying binding force, forcefully pulling his body as he rushed forward.
Crash towards that terrifying palm!
"So strong? So strong!!!"
Yuntang's face was trembling wildly, and he finally felt the crisis of death.
This palm, whether it is momentum, strength, skill, or will, has all reached a perfect fusion, which is a peak that he cannot surpass at this time!
fear!
fear!
Endless terror arose in my heart.
Yuntang, whose palm failed, roared angrily, and all his true energy burst out of his body. In this thin line between life and death, he finally went berserk!
He stepped forward and took advantage of the broken and collapsed earth. The surging true energy spurted out, and he rushed forward at an even faster speed!
Don’t retreat, advance instead!
He raised his palms in front of him and created thousands of changes, which eventually turned into his famous stunt.
Use the Jingtai Palm to affect the towering and unshakable Nantian Gate like a mountain.
Under the overwhelming pressure of the line between life and death, Yuntang's entire spirit was concentrated on one palm. In a trance, his mind rose into the sky and he felt an unprecedented sense of freedom.
"Is this...a breakthrough in my palm technique?"
Yuntang couldn't help but feel a sense of joy.
But the next moment, his eyes widened and he felt an unparalleled terrifying power!
That is the purest physical power without any internal energy or energy!
Extremely pure and extremely terrifying power!
"No!"
Yuntang's heart trembled wildly, the corners of his eyes burst, and the blood arrows flew into the strong wind.
At this moment, time seemed to slow down to its limit.
Yuntang could clearly see that the combined power of his palms had collapsed an inch in front of the fleshy palm, as if an awl had been driven into a boulder.
It's like the waves are blocked by rocks.
His palm strength and his hands were shattered by that pure power that reached its limit.
Bones and flesh turned into mud!
At the moment of contact, Yuntang could no longer feel the presence of his palm.
Then, he watched helplessly as that hand crossed the void and slapped his forehead heavily with an irresistible domineering gesture.
"The palm technique is quite good, but unfortunately the power is scattered and inappropriately large!"
At the last moment, Yuntang heard a plain comment.
not bad?
Yuntang wanted to laugh miserably, but he couldn't even feel his own face anymore.
Because, his head is gone.
"Yuntang!!!"
Feng Zhenzong's eyes were about to burst as the long sword stabbed straight at him, and he roared wildly.
He was the closest and could see it most clearly.
Under that palm, Yuntang's huge head shattered like a watermelon.
Red and white splashing!
But the sound he made only echoed in his own ears, because at the moment when the spear was stabbed, all the air and all the airflow were broken again. The only medium through which his voice was transmitted was his own muscles and bones!
Clang, Clang, Clang~~~
In shock and anger, Feng Zhenzong's long sword roared like a dragon. The boundless sword energy converged on it, and the vertical and horizontal swords merged into one.
While Yu Yuntang's body was blown away by the turbulent airflow, he delivered a fatal blow!
"I do not believe!"
At the same time, Dong Tianyou, who was not far away, spat out a mouthful of blood, his body trembling in the night, and his true energy intertwined in his body like a spiritual snake.
Then it reaches your fingertips.
咻咻咻~
Dong Tianyou pointed his sword again, and the imperial sword delivered a fatal blow!
The next moment, Rulong's spear stabbed him.
All his shock, murderous intention, and unwillingness were all turned into extremely ridiculous pieces of paper under this shot. When they were pierced, his inner truth was revealed:
fear!
Shocking!
despair!
Finally, he felt all the feelings Yuntang had before his death.
Under that dragon-like spear, his vertical and horizontal sword energy shattered and collapsed!
His long sword, which he had learned all his life, had a flick of the spear, and when it swung high, cracks visible to the naked eye had spread on the sword's smooth, mirror-like blade!
boom!
There seemed to be thunder resounding in the sea of mind.
After a confrontation, Feng Zhenzong was thrown into the air, and the blood spurted out spread like mist.
Only then did the rest of the people present hear the sound of cracking bones that sounded like a barrage of cannons in the violent blast of wind!
Plop!
Feng Zhenzong flew ten feet like straw, heavily smashing several big rocks in the mountain, and then stopped in the dust in the sky.
"puff!"
Almost in no particular order, Dong Tianyou spat out a mouthful of blood again as if struck by thunder, his eyes were blood red.
He staggered and almost fell to his knees.
In just an instant, the three masters rushed to the street.
At the end of the ruins of the mountain temple, Li Feibai and the others were stunned and trembling, as if they had just taken a shower, their clothes wet with cold sweat.
Such a terrifying person.
You actually want to kill him?
Li Feibai's feet were weak. He wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but he felt extremely fear covering him in his heart.
Let him know that as long as he makes any changes, he will definitely die.
The only one who was surprised was Changsun Huai.
He could not speak or move, but his eyes showed great joy.
The three of them, Li Feibai, had collided with such a master. Even if he died immediately, he could already rest in peace!
Huhuhu~~~
The breeze came slowly in the night, calming the boiling wind and blowing away the dust and mist all over the sky.
In the soft red light of the red moon, in the middle of the ruins of the original mountain temple, An Qisheng, dressed in Taoist robes, sat cross-legged, looking calm.
A long spear of two feet was placed in front of his knees, and between the two index fingers of his slightly raised left palm, a long sword trembled freely between his fingers, whining, making a buzzing sound that sounded like unwillingness and fear.
"One horizontal and one vertical is vertical and horizontal, one opening and one closing is vertical and horizontal, time and space are anchors, and vertical and horizontal are scales. Your swordsmanship can be considered horizontal and vertical at best, how can you call it vertical and horizontal?"
With a slight tremble of his two fingers, he broke the trembling flying sword. An Qisheng looked at Dong Tianyou, who was spitting blood, and said calmly:
"Are you three satisfied with this advice?"
