On the top of the mountain, the wind and clouds dispersed, and the air currents rolled and roared.
Pang Wanyang's expression remained unchanged, he just glanced at the Tai Chi diagram and shook his head slightly:
"It's a pity that you didn't succeed..."
The two of them faced each other several miles apart, but the top of the mountain seemed to become heavier all of a sudden, and the flying air currents and strong winds were pressed close to the ground by invisible pressure.
Many martial arts people on the top of the mountain subconsciously stepped back, trying to avoid the two men.
But no matter how they retreated, the depression in their hearts could not subside. It was clearly those two who were facing each other tit for tat, but it gave them the illusion that they were facing two great masters.
"There is no end to the Tao. How can we talk about success or failure?"
An Qisheng just smiled.
Realm never means everything, especially for him.
Whether it is Qi or divine veins, it is just a division by predecessors. Time and space are forever moving forward, and the times will never stop. Only one generation is always stronger than the other.
The legacy left by our predecessors will only become the cornerstone to move higher, rather than a constraint.
How's the divine pulse?
So what about Taiyin Wuji?
Don't say that Pang Wanyang has a ray of divine intention here. Even if he comes in person, he has to fight before talking!
"The road is endless, and there is no such thing as success or failure..."
Pang Wanyang nodded slightly and agreed.
As he said that, he felt a little regretful:
"If I had known that he looked like this, I shouldn't have come this time..."
A scroll of Tai Chi graphics has already demonstrated the great path of human aspirations. He was a little amazed and wanted to see what this great achievement would look like.
Even though he came here at this time, it was a ray of divine will. If he couldn't accept it, wouldn't it be a pity for such an excellent avenue?
He sighed softly and walked forward.
boom!
After pacing, his breath changed again.
It was like the sky was pressing down, dispelling huge waves, and the violent air currents hit the faces of thousands of people.
In an instant, the mountains shook, dust rose up like dragons, and there seemed to be thousands of troops and horses stampeding on them.
Boom!
There seemed to be thunder rolling in the sky.
Wang Jianglong raised his eyebrows and saw that the white clouds in the sky had completely covered all the light in an instant. The top of Wangquan Mountain at noon was like a dark night.
"Qi and movement are in harmony, Taiyin is infinite..."
Yun Haitian slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his face serious.
For those with Qi pulse, the true Qi interacts with the heaven and earth, and can subtly affect the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth, but it can only go so far as to create water and fire in the void.
And once the divine veins are completed, under the agitation of divine will, they can even envelop the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth for miles, step by step with wind and thunder, and can burn mountains and boil seas with thought.
Just like the Red Sun Dharma King, the power of one day can burn mountains thousands of miles away.
It is also said that there are some strange martial arts that can change the weather and the heavens through long-term communication. However, with just one step, the sky will be filled with dark clouds. Only Taiyin Wuji has such ability!
Countless people's expressions changed. .
I felt Pang Wanyang take a step forward, and the world turned upside down, and the vast and majestic momentum filled my mind in an instant.
The divine will is boundless, seemingly empty, yet seemingly omnipresent.
Everyone present felt heavy in their hearts and felt that they would be the first to bear the brunt.
For a time, the mountain top was in chaos and everyone was in danger.
"The four seasons change, the climate changes, and the Taiyin is infinite. It is indeed a completely different realm..."
With a gentle sigh, An Qisheng slowly stood up.
Even now, he is unable to influence the changes of the four seasons with his human power. In other words, he cannot reach the level of influencing the changes of the four seasons with his pure physical strength.
In the legend of Xuanxing, there is a Taoist priest who affects the changes of the four seasons by stepping on the Gang. However, he does not use the method of stepping on the Gang, and that is more similar to the technique of Feng Shui.
It is incomparable to Pang Wanyang's ability to stir up celestial phenomena.
Buzz~
As he slowly stood up.
Everyone present was in a daze, feeling that the invisible aura spread in all directions. The moment the Taoist stood up, it seemed like a towering mountain peak suddenly stood up, and it seemed like a real dragon raised its head into the clouds, connecting heaven and earth.
Haha the dark clouds in the sky!
The dark sky seemed to be pierced through, and the golden sunlight fell from the hollow, spreading like golden armor on An Qisheng's white robe.
As the wind roared, his spotless white robe danced with the wind, like a legendary immortal who was about to survive a thunderstorm and ascend to heaven.
A vast and vast aura was imprinted deeply into everyone's minds like a brand.
Although they simply stood up, everyone felt that the crisis in their hearts disappeared, as if the mountains and rivers were in front of them, blocking the rolling torrent.
Huhuhu~~~
On the top of the mountain, the two people stood opposite each other.
There seemed to be an invisible wall of air colliding between the two, and the hurricane that was raised spread out like thousands of wind knives, forcing many martial arts practitioners to retreat again and again.
Wang Jianglong, Yun Haitian, Sankong and other great monks looked at each other and pushed themselves away, but they came to a group of martial arts people.
"It's so thoughtful, it makes a lot of sense..."
Amid the roar of the air, Pang Wanyang, who was hunting in robes, his eyes lit up:
"If you take over this move from me, there won't be any big problems."
"Too much nonsense."
An Qisheng lowered his eyes indifferently, then stepped forward,
Start!
Amidst the sounds of cracking brocade, his slender, jade-like crystal fingers flicked the void, creating fifty-four thousand changes!
At the level of An Qisheng, his perception of time is completely different from that of ordinary people.
A snap of the fingers of an ordinary person is just a snap of a finger.
And with a snap of his fingers, sixty moments and nine hundred births and deaths can be seen!
In just a snap of his fingers, An Qisheng's palms had produced 54,000 changes!
A few miles away, coming from behind!
Buzz~
It was like the bronze bell in Huangjue Temple being rung!
In a daze, everyone felt that there seemed to be a towering portal emerging from the top of the mountain. It was taller and more sacred than the gate on King Quan Mountain.
Slowly pressing down, the air currents within miles of the sky trembled. Pushed by this palm, it was like a solid city wall, like a mountain, moving horizontally and pressing down!
boom!
Empty the air waves!
Pang Wanyang's clothes were in full bloom.
In the depths of his eyes, he outlined the palm that contained millions of changes, and the heat in his eyes seemed to burn out in substance.
For a moment, there seemed to be two burning suns on the top of King Quan Mountain where light and darkness intertwined.
"Haha! Hahaha!"
Pang Wanyang's long laugh pierced the air waves.
Another step was taken, as if the ground had been overturned, and the raised arm was suddenly grasped.
boom!
Thunder seemed to explode in his palm, and under the huge fluctuation, the heartbeats of everyone present stopped.
The next moment, he was emptied into the huge waves.
With a flat punch, he had already crossed hundreds of feet regardless of space, and met An Qisheng's pressing palm.
His punch was like a burning meteor falling to the ground, like a comet swaying its tail, or even like a sudden rising dam, facing the overwhelming palm power rolling in.
The martial arts people present could not describe the power of this punch, as if the world was in his hands, life and death were in my palms.
It's control, it's destruction, it's majesty, it's also indifference.
Brilliant and vast!
"This punch..."
An Qisheng, who had already traveled several miles when the strong wind exploded, had his eyes fixed.
In his perception, Pang Wanyang's punch was almost one with the heaven and earth. With the pinch of his five fingers, he almost moved the heaven and earth together for several miles. When he pushed it horizontally, it seemed as if the heaven and earth were also blocking him!
Boom!
The real earth is shaking!
Within a few miles of the top of King Quan Mountain, the floors paved with hard white jade rocks sank three feet!
It was like being flattened by an invisible magic weapon!
Even if many martial arts practitioners were prepared, they stumbled and almost fell down.
The collision between the two broke not only the balance of the mountains, but also the balance of their minds!
Huhu~~
The billowing smoke and dust are like hundreds of earth dragons rising into the sky, dancing with the wind dragons whistling all over the sky!
Just a collision.
It’s so earth-shattering!
On the top of the mountain, countless people were dazzled.
Only Wang Jianglong and Yun Haitian's expressions darkened, and they stepped forward in unison. Their powerful true energy filled the long sky, and when connected with each other, they turned into an invisible wall of energy to block their way.
The next moment, the flying dust was overwhelming like the most powerful hidden weapon in the world.
Crackling~
Amidst the continuous explosions like cannons, the hearts of many people in the martial arts world jumped.
Most of them were "invited" by An Qisheng to build the mountain gate before. At this time, they were all trembling when they saw that several miles of squares were reduced to rubble.
Boom!
On the top of the mountain, air waves rose hundreds of feet like mushroom clouds, completely blowing away the diffuse dark clouds.
Then the scattered soil and sand fell down like rain on the top of King Quan Mountain.
boom!
It seemed like a long time, but it seemed like an instant later.
The two figures flew away and landed at the end of the ruins, in front of the Tai Chi diagram, dressed in white.
He flew across the sky and stood a hundred feet in the air, with the air around him roaring like a dragon.
Phew~
An Qisheng's whole body was covered with mist, like a burning furnace.
There were even waves of blood flowing through his body, like great river waves. The billowing heat waves were clearly caused by the violent boiling of his blood.
"Taoist Priest!"
Wang Jianglong moved and landed beside An Qisheng.
As soon as it fell, he frowned.
In this heat wave, he could smell a faint fragrance, like the fragrance of forest vegetation in the morning after rain.
"The Taoist priest was injured?"
Wang Jianglong was shocked, knowing that this was the smell of blood.
He has been in Wangquan Mountain for a few days, and he had previously offered to try his hand at An Qisheng.
There was no doubt that he had no chance of winning that battle.
But what impressed him most was not the three-style Sanshou, but the Taoist priest's extremely strong physique.
With a full blow from his Dragon Subduing Palm, the Han Jiao, whose body was far more powerful than a hundred times that of a human being, would have been seriously injured by him, but it was endured by the Taoist Priest without even getting hurt.
This Pang Wanyang is just a divine will, so he is so tyrannical?
An Qisheng waved his hand slightly, indicating that he was fine.
He raised his eyes and looked at Pang Wanyang standing in mid-air, and said calmly:
"Why hold on? It's not your body..."
Before An Qisheng could finish his words, there was only a muffled sound in the air.
Pang Wanyang, or the body of 'Sheep Snake', exploded in the sky as if evolving.
In an instant, flesh and blood turned into mud, rolling down like rain. The smell of blood was blown all over the mountain top by the air waves, and everyone could hear it.
"Okay! Very good! Very good!"
A voice that seemed to be rippled in the indifference echoed in the blood rain in the sky:
"On February 2nd of the next year, we will be waiting for the Taoist to arrive in the desert!"
In the falling air current, An Qisheng responded lightly:
"good!"
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