The seven greatest masters in the world gathered at Hanlong Inn!
Drunk and inviting a fight!
On the third floor of Hanlong Inn, Pang Wanyang's clothes were not moving in the wind, and his aura was as loud as a volcano that had been silent for thousands of years and was about to erupt.
In an instant, the ground of Hanlong Inn was shaken, and dust rustled down from the eaves and corners.
Facing the six most powerful figures in the world, they all dared to invite a fight!
Outside the Hanlong Inn, Mrs. Bailian's expression changed drastically in the vast yellow sand. At the corner of the first floor, the fainting proprietress jumped up and screamed hysterically:
"Cook, man, why don't you come and lift me quickly! My legs are numb!"
On the long table on the third floor, the expressions of several people changed.
The expressions of King Zhuanlun and Zhenyue Worshiper did not change, because they had never thought of challenging Pang Wanyang.
Kuangtu Yan put down his wine glass with a 'pop' sound and his eyes burned.
The long sword in Mu Qingfeng's palm groaned, making a low dragon roar.
The two of them had the idea of fighting to see the changes in the world's popularity.
Ikkyu let out a soft sigh, and the powerful energy like a mountain had locked onto everyone present.
Anyone who dares to make a move will face his thunderous wrath.
Everyone was pulled by his energy, and their auras flourished on their own, and each of them refused to give in.
Even if they didn't want to participate, the Moon Worshiping Master and the Wheel-turning King were still pulled by this energy and had to join in.
boom!
The mighty aura rose into the sky like actual wolf smoke. The roof of Hanlong Inn, which was thick enough to block the storm, was completely turned into powder with just one touch, and was blown away by the air current in the long sky.
Only An Qisheng sat still, with a dull expression, except for the light shining between his eyes, as if he was witnessing the scene in front of Brand.
The seven peaks gathered in the small building outside the Great Wall. This situation has never happened before and may not be seen often in the future. For An Qisheng, it is even more precious and unusual.
"Sixty years ago, Pang first came to Dafeng. In the past twenty years, he measured the world, learned from heaven and earth, and understood the extremes of the human body..."
Facing the unparalleled masters who seemed to want to take action against him, Pang Wanyang stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes as bright as the golden sun, and said slowly:
"In the next twenty years, Pang really reached the limit of human beings. For forty years, he was number one in the world. He felt that the human body is limited, but the heaven and earth are infinite. The real Taiyin Infinite is the infinite heaven and earth, not the infinite human body... ....
I have only now realized that heaven and earth have no boundaries, and heaven and earth are infinite..."
On the long table, the six people looked at Pang Wanyang with indifferent expressions.
In the erratic air current, he was dressed in ragged clothes and commented on everyone:
"Mu Qingfeng, you watch the mountains and seas, the clouds roll and relax, the sun rises and the moon sets, and you realize the truth. The light of your sword accommodates many changes in the world, and you become a twenty-one sword. You are a peerless genius..."
Mu Qingfeng's face was as sinking as water, and the sound of his sword sounded softly, like a dragon surrounding him.
"Kuantuo Yan, you rose from a humble age, dominated the martial arts world, arrogantly laughed at the princes of the world, your Dapeng King Fist is unparalleled in the world, and you also led the Great Dragon Clan to dominate a state. You are truly a hero in the world..."
Yan Kuangtu poured his own drink and used words to drink.
"Baiyue, you have rarely fought against others in your life. You have sat quietly on the top of the mountain for decades and realized the changes in the heart of heaven. You are not as good as Han Changgong in terms of people, army and country. However, your understanding of heaven and earth is the best in the world."
Master Bai Yue said nothing, tapping his fingers on the table with ripples in his eyes.
"Zhuanlun, you use the Buddha's Dharma to absorb demonic power, and you become a whole. Your aura covers ten miles. The place where your mind is is the Buddha's country. You are respected by millions of people as a living Buddha. Your spiritual cultivation is so profound that it is rare in the world... "
The Wheel King raised one palm to his chest, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
"Ikkyu!"
"Everyone in the world says that you are the second best in the world, and you have been surpassed one by one by your descendants in the past two hundred years. But Pang knows that you were already famous in the world two hundred years ago, and then you retired bravely and became a monk in Huangjue Temple. Become the way of the sun.
Then sit on Erjiazi and become the sun Wuji. In this world where masculinity is dominant, you are number one! "
"Amitabha."
Facing Pang Wanyang's comments, Yixiu finally raised his eyelids, and in his cloudy eyes there seemed to be a sign that the sun was about to rise but had not yet risen.
In the world, if anyone is qualified to comment on these five great masters of divine veins, it must be Pang Wanyang.
No one else is qualified for this except him.
Listening to his comments, An Qisheng slowly raised his eyebrows, and the ripples in his eyes slowly subsided.
"But you..."
Pang Wanyang stood with his hands behind his back, his long hair and clothes flying together. His already upright body was as majestic as an unshakable sacred mountain at this moment, and the sound of gold and jade colliding flowed into the void:
"No one is as good as me!"
None are as good as me!
These four words are not very grand, but they contain the absolute confidence that Pang Wanyang has been ranked number one in the world for decades.
On the third floor, the breath condensed.
The Wheel-Winning King's smile completely disappeared, Yixiu's eyelids trembled, the long sword in Mu Qingfeng's palm buzzed as if it was about to be released, the expression of Master Yue Worshiper changed, Yan Kuangtu's long eyebrows stood up...
However, even though he was as arrogant as Yan Kuangtu and as aloof as Mu Qingfeng, he had nothing to say for a moment.
Because Pang Wanyang's status was truly achieved with his own punches and kicks!
The throne of No. 1 in the world is built up from the corpses and souls of countless masters!
"Therefore, you don't need to fight!"
In the cold, indifferent, arrogant, and peaceful eyes, Pang Wanyang leaped into the sky like a dragon, dressed like a hunter, like a god in the clouds:
"I can come here one by one and defeat you.
Fight for the throne again! "
Boom!
The sky exploded, and the mighty sound waves descended from the clouds in the sky, covering the sky.
The air currents were rolling and the sea of clouds was tumbling. Pang Wanyang stood with his arms raised, his breath surging, like the waves of the angry sea in a violent storm, with great momentum.
Dark clouds seem to be rolling in from the infinite sky!
It seems that all the celestial phenomena have changed!
The waiters, cooks, guests, and the proprietress who was being carried by several people all looked up to the sky in shock as they fled out of the Hanlong Inn.
Can martial arts be practiced to this extent?
Is that human being?
Looking at that figure, my mind went blank.
The high mountains stand still?
Open to all rivers?
Looking around?
It seems that all the adjectives in the world can be applied to him, and it seems that all the adjectives are not enough to describe his momentum.
The wind and sand in the sky and the earth stood still for dozens of miles, as if being pushed horizontally by an endless majestic force, they fled wailing.
All tangible and intangible materials are fleeing from that majestic figure standing in the sky, looking like a god or demon.
Shocking!
Until this moment, Pang Wanyang's words were floating on the third floor of Hanlong Inn.
The expressions of several people were changing.
They all looked at An Qisheng in unison.
There is not a single comment, but the words 'defeat you first, then fight for the king's power' are enough.
No one will not understand the truth behind Pang Wanyang's words.
"Amitabha!"
Ikkyu clasped his hands together, but his breath suddenly calmed down, as if it was brewing.
As his qi calmed down, the others' qi also calmed down. Only Yan Kuangtu suddenly stood up, his aura rising like smoke piercing the sky.
"Mr. Pang, you are so arrogant!"
With a long roar that pierced through the sky, Yan Kuangtu opened his arms and raised his body like a roc flapping its wings. He jumped up like a meteor, pulling out a stream of scorching air thousands of feet long, straight into the clouds. !
Head straight for Pang Wanyang!
An explosion!
The temperament will never be the same again!
If Kuangtu Yan was just an old man who looked unruly before, now he was like a king looking down upon the world.
He stepped into the air like a big dragon with its head raised, and wherever it passed, the air currents surged and collapsed, and the air waves rolled.
When the arms are spread out, it is really like a big roc flying into the sky!
At a glance, you can feel the fierce and unruly aura!
boom!
The air was rippled by it, and he was expelling big waves like the sea.
The true energy surged, rising to the peak in an instant, and then burst into flames.
While swinging his arms, he blasted out a torrent of powerful and domineering punch power, striking Pang Wanyang in the sky.
Looking up from below, it looks like a long rainbow running through the sun.
It’s the Dapeng King’s Fist Fighting in the Sky!
Two long roars.
The sound is like a Kun, swallowing the essence of heaven and earth.
With a sound like a peng, there was a bloody battle for nine days.
At this moment, Kuangtu Yan had raised his divine will, true energy, and fighting spirit to the highest level!
The raging fighting spirit burned like a substantial flame.
In the sky, Pang Wanyang stood tall, with clouds in the sky surrounding him like a dragon, and the essence of heaven and earth seemed to be pouring into his body.
Seeing Yan Kuangtu soar into the air, he pressed down with his raised arms.
boom!
It seemed as if the sky and the earth were sinking at this moment.
In the increasingly violent flow, his golden and jade-like palms clenched tightly, as if he were holding the entire void, heaven and earth in his palms.
Then, the majestic and vast fist force was like a mountain collapsing.
Like the rolling Milky Way pouring water into it.
Press down horizontally.
"Pang Wanyang!"
Amidst the violent air flow, Kuangtu Yan let out another long roar, and his fighting spirit, which had already reached its limit, increased by another three inches.
The next moment, the fists collided, like the earth and the moon colliding!
Boom!
The sky shook, and thousands of air explosions resounded all at once!
boom!
In a collision, Pang Wanyang was hit upward and downward, and his body remained motionless.
Kuangtu Yan, who endured the powerful blow, did not retreat!
"Happy, happy!"
Kuangtu Yan laughed boldly and disappeared into the sky in an instant.
And the next moment, the sky was filled with his figure!
superior,
Down,
Left,
right,
forward,
back!
For a moment, Kuangtu Yan's figure seemed to fill the vast sky, and one person's smile seemed to have turned into the laughter of thousands of people.
The next moment, thousands of figures were all attacking Pang Wanyang!
Fists, palms, and legs!
Thousands of figures fired tens of thousands of punches at once, shattering the clouds and causing countless waves.
The overwhelming force completely submerged Pang Wanyang!
"Okay! Okay! What a Yan Kuangtui, what a Dapeng King Fist!"
Facing thousands of figures attacking at once, Pang Wanyang's expression also changed. After sighing in admiration, he clenched his fist and struck again!
This punch was hollow, erratic, and seemed extremely slow, but it was only one blow, but it seemed to hit all directions at the same time.
Hit all the attacks that came from the sideways attack!
Boom!
The next moment, only the sea of air currents visible to the naked eye was seen rolling and spreading, like thousands of wind dragons trampling the sky, rushing in all directions.
It was like a mushroom cloud exploding in the sky, and the substantial smoke spread for several miles or dozens of miles!
It's like the sky is falling!
The momentum was so great that the faces of many people outside Hanlong Inn turned pale.
On the third floor, several people's eyes were fixed.
At the same time, Mu Qingfeng had already leapt into the air.
His movements were gentle and contained infinite beauty. He strode into the sky without any fuss, as if he were walking on flat ground, and he had already crossed hundreds of feet in the sky.
Buzz~
There was a loud cry of swords that sounded like a tiger's roar or a dragon's roar.
A three-foot long sword with a blue color and scattered autumn water patterns has already been raised into the sky.
The sword energy roared like a thunder dragon, rolling into the sky!
When the sword came out, the roiling air flow was cut open.
The sword's light was gleaming, but it contained the ultimate edge. In just a moment, it had already pulled out a sword mark hundreds of feet long in the sky. It lingered for a long time, as if it would last forever.
This sword really seemed to cut the heaven and the earth apart!
In the yellow sand and outside Hanlong Inn, everyone who saw this scene was shocked.
Such sword light, such sword intent, such a divine sword!
"Jianyi..."
An Qisheng's eyes twitched as he looked at the sword marks of '一' written in the sky like ghosts and gods.
Mu Qingfeng learned from Shanhai Yuntian and made twenty-one swords. Each sword is the best swordsmanship in the world.
In the Jiufu world, when it comes to swordsmanship, except for the legendary Sky-Destroying Swordsmanship, there is no one better.
"Mu Qingfeng!"
When the sword light rose into the sky like a dragon, a figure fell from the sky and let out an angry shout.
But it was Kuangtu Yan.
Yan Kuangtu spurted out a mouthful of black blood and fell thousands of feet. Just before he fell into the vast sea of sand, he stopped abruptly.
He looked at the sword light that stretched across the world and couldn't help but cursed angrily:
"I'm not dead yet!"
Die in battle, die in battle, I am not dead!
Kuangtu Yan yelled angrily and was about to charge into Changtian, but he missed a step and stopped himself.
When masters like them fight, life and death cannot be determined in a moment, but the difference between victory and defeat, one move, two moves, and tens of millions of moves is not very big.
It seemed that the moment he struck, he had already used the Dapeng King Fist.
Pang Wanyang ate it forcefully, and he had already lost.
"Mu Qingfeng, let me see your progress!"
Above the sky, Pang Wanyang let out a sigh when he saw a sword flying across the sky.
With a sigh, his body seemed to have turned into a black hole, swallowing up the essence of the world, as if the sky was assisting him.
In just an instant, the energy he had lost in fighting Yan Kuangzu had been wiped out.
Even, with the power of victory, its potential is three points higher.
Facing the sword light, he didn't dodge or dodge. His golden and jade-like fingers flicked the air flow and exploded before forming into a fist again and smashing down.
Still a punch.
But it was different from the punch that hit Kuangtu Yan. The force was extremely concentrated, as if the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within several miles was condensed in the palm of his hand.
The flesh and blood body actually bloomed with a sharp light that cut through gold and iron!
Whether he was facing Kuangtu Yan or Mu Qingfeng, he had no reservations. Once he struck, he used all his strength.
This punch struck down horizontally.
Like a heavenly sword, it also cut through the long air current, and met Mu Qingfeng's sword that cut through the sky.
boom!
When the fists and swords clashed, there was an explosion like rolling thunder first!
Then came the thousands of sounds of gold and iron that accompanied the burning sky!
One sword is like a thousand swords!
Pang Wanyang's tall and straight body seemed to be shrouded in infinite sword light, and his flesh and blood body was like fine steel constantly colliding with the vicious sword light!
Once the two took action, they already had an extremely fierce confrontation!
For a time, the sky was filled with the sound of gold and iron clashing and the fierce light of swords, as if the sky had become a sea of swords.
After the sword strike, Mu Qingfeng took another step, facing the strong wind like the light of a sword. With a shake of his arm, he made a buzzing sound of the sword, vibrating the sword like a dragon, and actually used the sword to utter substantive words:
"Twenty-two swords!"
With just one sword, Mu Qingfeng had given up all temptations and all preludes, and directly slashed out the strongest swordsmanship that he had learned for many years, and even surpassed the twenty-one swords he had wielded across the world.
Twenty-two swords!
Buzz~
In an instant, the sword light burst out, temporarily covering all the light in the world.
Thousands of feet away in the sea of sand, Wu Liusan, who came with Zhao Tianfeng, only looked up at the sky, couldn't help but let out a soft cry, lowered his head and covered Zhao Tianfeng's eyes.
Zhao Tianfeng was extremely shocked when he saw two lines of blood and tears left under Wu Liusan's tightly closed eyelids.
His eyes were stabbed by the sword energy!
Outside the Hanlong Inn, there were even more screams. All the workers in the Hanlong Inn screamed and screamed. They threw the proprietress to the ground and ignored them. They covered their eyes and rolled on the ground.
This feeling is like someone who has not seen light for decades and suddenly sees a bright light. The pain is as if someone has blinded his eyes.
"Brother Mu's swordsmanship is getting better and better. This sword should be the twenty-two sword..."
On the third floor, An Qisheng, Zhenren Baiyue and others would not be hurt by the sword light, but they were still a little surprised when they saw the sword.
"Master Wang Quan, what do you think of this sword?"
After the King of Chakravartin let out a sigh, he looked at An Qisheng with twinkling eyes.
An Qisheng was looking at the sky. Hearing this, he replied in a neutral tone:
"You can't take it!"
The Wheel King's smile did not diminish, he just nodded slightly and sighed:
"Yes, you can't take this sword forcefully..."
This is how it is to watch from a distance of thousands of feet.
Pang Wanyang, who was the first to bear the brunt, had his protective aura torn apart by the sword light in an instant!
At this moment, he opened his arms wide, and the invisible energy burst out of his body in an instant. It was the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that he had swallowed before, and it spurted out in an instant.
It's like a volcano that has been accumulating for countless years has erupted with the hottest magma!
The overwhelming and omnipresent sword light suddenly melted away.
But in the next moment, a three-foot-long sword penetrated the wall of air that was like substance. The wall of air, which was comparable to the hardest substance in the world, actually pierced through like paper!
The three-foot long sword was still glistening like autumn water, but at this moment it seemed to be coated with a layer of bloody light, carrying an earth-shattering murderous aura!
At this moment, even someone as strong as Pang Wanyang could only see darkness in front of him.
The murderous intent contained in this sword has killed all tangible and intangible substances in the entire sky!
Including the gaze!
Including feelingless!
Including his telepathy!
All perceptions, including this space, were 'killed' by this sword!
Even Pang Wanyang finally felt a hint of crisis in his heart at this time.
"This sword..."
Without thinking or feeling, Pang Wanyang suddenly let out a sigh.
He raised his hands and clenched them tightly!
boom!
boom!
It seemed like two thunderbolts flashed when he clenched his fists, swaying the golden light of the air.
Then,
The moment the long sword touched his body, he closed his fists together, like two mountain peaks colliding, like two meteors colliding.
Boom!
The extremely powerful energy was suddenly detonated!
What was detonated at the same time was the endless energy of heaven and earth emanating from Pang Wanyang's body!
In an instant, in the eyes of An Qisheng and others, a mushroom cloud covering several miles exploded in the sky again, and the air flow surged and spread in all directions.
A white figure fell from the sky with a broken sword.
The world-famous Taibai Sword was suddenly broken by Pang Wanyang's fists!
"Mu Xiaobailian!"
In mid-air, Yan Kuangtu raised his long eyebrows, jumped into the air, and caught Mu Qingfeng.
Under the overwhelming force, his figure violently rubbed against the air and flew down a hundred feet before he abruptly stopped retreating.
But he suddenly laughed:
"Mr. Pang, you underestimate me, why are you so embarrassed at this moment?"
His eyes were excellent.
You can see it from thousands of feet away. Pang Wanyang's figure is still standing, but his chest has been pierced by the sword!
Mu Qingfeng's last move with Sword Twenty-Two was beyond his expectation, and it still hit him!
Just one step away from killing it!
"Mountains and rivers are just one sword, Mu Qingfeng, you can dominate with just swordsmanship!"
In the sky, Pang Wanyang let out a sigh of admiration.
The flesh and blood on his chest disappeared, and the beating of his heart could be seen in a sword mark.
But in an instant, as he opened his arms, energy poured in, and his breath rose again.
"War Demon Heart Sutra!"
On the third floor, An Qisheng suddenly spoke up.
Yixiu stood up slowly, clasped his hands together, nodded slightly and said: "Yes, the Fighting Demon Heart Sutra! Pang Wanyang's Fighting Demon Heart Sutra is by no means the best in the world, but under his deduction, it has already surpassed his predecessors.
With his current achievements, he will only get stronger as he fights. The more injured he is, the more domineering his aura becomes. "
The reason why he allowed Mu Qingfeng and Kuangtu Yan to take action was that he sensed the change in Pang Wanyang's aura and knew that unless they swarmed him and killed him completely, the wheel battle would not only be harmless to him, but would actually be of great benefit. .
But even though he knew that what he was seeking was inspiration, not victory or defeat, he had no intention of joining forces with the two of them.
In the same way, neither Mu Qingfeng nor Kuangtu Yan could join forces with anyone to fight against the enemy.
"Master, why bother?"
Looking at Yixiu who was getting up, An Qisheng suddenly spoke.
"What did the Taoist Master know?"
Ikkyu lifted his feet lightly, and there seemed to be substantial stairs in the air, stepped on by him, and he climbed up to the sky step by step:
"The Taoist Master should know that this is the old monk's only chance..."
An Qisheng sighed.
If you live a long time, you often know a lot. For example, Yixiu, although he does not have the qi-gazing skills like Han Changgong, nor the divination skills like Master Baiyue, but in nearly three hundred years, he can see everything. What you get is definitely not comparable to the first two.
It was precisely because of what he saw that he had to do something, because in the future, he would never have the courage to challenge the number one in the world.
"Brother!"
At this time, the Wheel-turning King suddenly stood up, clasped his hands together and said:
"Junior brother, I wish you an early attainment of bliss!"
Master Baiyue also felt something in his heart, and stood up and handed over his hands.
Tap tap tap~~~
The old monk climbed to the sky.
Wisps of golden light emitted from his whole body, and the golden light grew stronger with every step he took. When he reached a thousand feet in the sky and stood opposite Pang Wanyang, the light emitted from his whole body was already like the golden sun of the great sun.
Brilliant and vast, dazzling and sacred!
Looking from a distance, it seems that a giant Buddha can be seen sitting cross-legged in the sea of clouds in the outline of the light that is comparable to the golden sun.
The Buddha is entrenched in the sky for nine days, but does not come out of the world. Instead, the swirling sea of clouds seems to have turned into human fireworks, and the Buddha in the background seems to be a Buddha in the world of mortals.
At this time, the old monk was old, withered, frail and short, and his aura was like a mountain, pressing across the sky for dozens of miles.
Thousands of feet away in the sky, everyone felt depressed and temporarily breathless.
"Amitabha!"
In the brilliant golden light, an old monk put his palms together and recited the Buddha's name.
At this time, he was still very old, but in Pang Wanyang's eyes, this old monk seemed to be made of gold and iron. Three hundred years of powerful true energy penetrated the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within ten miles and criss-crossed.
Even a truly majestic mountain may not be comparable to what he is today.
"I still underestimate you... Your yang and strong energy is enough to dominate the world. After nearly three hundred years of practice, it is really earth-shattering!"
Pang Wanyang looked calm.
How long is three hundred years?
Dafeng is only two hundred years old. An old monk who has lived longer than the dynasty, even if his talent is not top-notch, can never be underestimated after practicing day and night for three hundred years.
Looking at the old monk, he said:
"I'll win two games first. The momentum has begun. You should take action first!"
The Heart Sutra of Fighting Demons is the culmination of the classics of the sages of the Demon Fusion Sect. It was developed as he measured the world and became the best in the world for decades. He was the best at building up his strength. He played two games one after another, even though he was almost pierced through the heart with a sword.
But his condition at this time is better than before.
"More than two hundred years ago, the old monk killed countless lives and committed too many sins. After he lost his hair, he became more and more displeased with the art of killing. Because he didn't like it, he gradually forgot about it and didn't know it anymore... ..."
The old monk Yixiu let out a long sigh and said:
"Four years have passed. Old monk, I have forgotten all the unique skills of Huangjue Temple. I have forgotten the demon-slaying sword and the killing fist that were once rampant. I also forgot the lion's roar a few days ago...
It's a pity that the old monk is too concerned about life and death, and there is still one golden bell he has summed up, which he has never forgotten..."
His voice was still loud, but there seemed to be no trace of true energy in it. It was just that his voice was louder.
Pang Wanyang's pupils shrank, and a solemn look appeared on his face.
In the Hanlong Inn, An Qisheng, Zhenren Worshiping the Moon, and Kuangyan Yan disciple Mu Qingfeng in mid-air all felt their hearts skip a beat.
No one expected that this old monk would dare to challenge Pang Wanyang to a fight after forgetting all his martial arts skills!
As his voice drifted, Ikkyu clasped his hands together and stepped forward:
"Thank you, Demon Lord, for forgetting this method for the sake of the old monk!"
"good!"
Looking at Ikkyu walking forward, Pang Wanyang stepped forward, and with a long roar, he raised his arms high, pinched the heavy cloud flow with his five fingers, wrapped up the majestic true energy, and smashed into Ikkyu like a hammer!
when! !
It seemed like the Huangjue Bell in Huangjue Temple, which weighed tens of millions of kilograms, was rung!
Layers of air currents and strong winds spread in all directions along with the powerful infuriating energy.
The mighty sound waves spread in all directions and could be heard for hundreds of miles!
Buzz~
The golden light trembled like a substance.
No one can forcefully take Pang Wanyang's full punch, not even for a rest!
In the slightly scattered golden light, Ikkyu's body trembled, and drops of blood dripped from his mouth and nose.
"Please ask the Demon Lord to help the old monk forget this method!"
After trembling slightly, Ikkyu stepped forward again, blood dripping, and the divine light in his cloudy eyes became even brighter.
"Okay, okay, okay!"
After one hammer blow, Pang Wanyang's long hair flew into the air and his clothes swayed like a bellows.
He said three words in a row, and as he stepped forward, the powerful energy gathered again, forming a fist seal as big as a mile, which hit the golden light in the sky heavily!
This time, he won't spare any effort!
Boom!
It was like thousands of thunders exploding together!
In the vicious Zhongbo air current, Pang Wanyang clenched his fist again, and the fist mark like a meteor struck across the sky again!
boom!
boom!
Once launched, Pang Wanyang never held back, punching harder and harder every time, and the momentum became louder and louder every time.
In just a blink of an eye, he had already been punched twelve times in a row!
With each punch, Ikkyu's body was shaken, and blood flowed from his mouth, nose, eyes, ears, and seven orifices.
After twelve punches, his cassock was already soaked in blood!
"not enough!"
He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, muttering to himself.
"What a golden bell..."
Amid the raging wind, Pang Wanyang looked serious and spat out every word.
He had never seen anyone able to take thirteen punches from him without dying, and he was filled with admiration in his heart.
Three hundred years of undefeated true power, there is probably no one else in the world with such terrifying power.
boom!
Thousands of wind dragons roared across the sky, and the essence of heaven and earth poured into Pang Wanyang's body, replacing the power of the human body with the power of heaven and earth.
With just one step, fist marks filled the sky.
Like thousands of horses galloping, like thousands of arrows like rain, like stars falling from the sky, it instantly completely enveloped Yixiu shrouded in golden light!
Boom!
The world seems to have lost its color at this moment!
The high-hanging clouds have long been gone, and the majestic golden light has also dissipated at this moment. Thousands of golden lights are floating in the sky, as if golden rain is falling all over the sky.
"One break..."
Inside the Hanlong Inn, in mid-air, the eyes of An Qisheng and others were all focused on the golden light that dispersed like rain.
"Kick me one hundred and twenty punches... There will never be another one in this world."
Pang Wanyang clenched his fists and stood up straight, his face showing respect for the first time and a little regret:
"It's a pity that you didn't seize that fleeting idea, and I never saw it..."
In the dissipated golden light, blood fell like rain, but it was no longer possible to distinguish the golden light from the blood.
One hundred and twenty punches have destroyed his three hundred years of martial arts cultivation and completely shattered his golden bell.
At this point, I am truly alone.
Yixiu, who looked like a bloody man, still clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to Pang Wanyang.
Sighing sadly:
"All actions are impermanent, and what is alive must come to an end. If there is no birth, there will be no death. This cessation is the most blissful..."
As his words drifted, his body was blown into the sky along with the rain of golden light and blood.
As the air flowed away, Pang Wanyang was silent for a moment, then bowed:
"Fellow Taoist, it's easy to go..."
When~~~
The moment of death.
Thousands of miles away, in Huangjue Temple in Zhongzhou, the Huangjue Bell, which had been re-hanged with great effort, suddenly emitted a long chime.
The bell echoed and shook the entire Huangjue Temple.
"Ancestor, have a safe journey."
In front of the martial arts stage, the great monks Sankong, Sanyin, Sanmu and others seemed to have known about it for a long time. With sad faces, they clasped their hands and bowed to Huangjue Bell.
"Senior brother, I'll be happy early..."
On the third floor, the Wheel-turning King bowed deeply.
He had never had any friendship with Ikkyu, and even had resentment, but at this moment, he only had respect and sighs in his heart.
Seeking the truth to death is as strong as iron.
You are, so am I.
"Three hundred years, Master, you are not at a loss."
Master Baiyue also sighed.
Even though I had vaguely expected this scene, I still sighed in my heart when I saw it with my own eyes.
"Master Ikkyu, let's go!"
An Qisheng raised his wine glass and poured the wine into the air.
Turn around and look at the long sky.
At the same time, Pang Wanyang lowered his eyes.
"war?"
"war!"
