Boom!
Thunder rolls in the sky, and electric snakes wreak havoc.
Blood flowers bloomed in the muddy water, and the hot blood evaporated into the rain, and bursts of water vapor filled the air.
"Huh?!"
Taoist Juechen suddenly stopped and his expression changed.
In his perception, an extremely powerful aura suddenly rose from the mountain forest thousands of meters away.
This breath is like a mountain like a sea, like a starry sky like the sky, majestic and boundless, and incredibly majestic.
He had never seen such a powerful aura in his life.
Although this breath disappeared briefly, he would not think it was an illusion.
In an instant, the vigilance in his heart had reached its peak.
Who is this?
But before he could think about it, he saw Tong Zhengyang falling into the muddy water like a tattered bag in the night through the layers of rain.
? !
Taoist Juechen was shocked.
His hands and eyes are all over the sky, and he has disciples from all walks of life. He naturally gets the information about Tong Zhengyang as soon as possible.
He knew very well how powerful this mysterious man suddenly appeared in Xuanxing.
He can tear apart tanks with his hands, cut down fighter jets with his sword, survive for months after falling into the sea, destroy an entire bamboo dragon by one person and leave calmly. Even if there is such a dangerous ambush tonight, if he hadn't suddenly broken off his arm, he would have even been able to escape completely!
When I came here this time, I had a narrow escape from death. Even if the man broke his arm and was seriously injured, he still had no chance of winning.
But such a person was actually beaten to death in an instant!
Yes, beaten to death.
No one can live with a body like this, even if this person's body is better than seeing God, it is impossible.
"It's him?!"
Taoist Juechen's eyes narrowed and he looked at An Qisheng who was slowly getting up through the heavy rain curtain.
He was deeply impressed by this young man.
When they met for the first time, Mu Longcheng couldn't help but test him. When they met for the second time, he realized Taoism at Wudang Mountain, and his kung fu was deep in his bones, and he could already see the potential of the Dan realm.
This time we meet again, he seems to be just a little bit better than before.
But the mysterious man died in his hands...
How did he do it?
call!
suck!
In the rain curtain, An Qisheng stood up slowly and breathed in Xuan Xing's breath deeply.
Entering the dream world, flicking your nails.
Even for him, it was an extremely long time.
With a deep breath, he cut away the faint feeling of alienation, and what filled his heart was depression.
The oppression of heaven and earth.
This suppression was so strong that he could feel that his will was tightly bound within his body and could not touch the outside world at all.
In an environment without any spiritual energy from heaven and earth, his divine will caused great oppression to the body.
Mind and body are like two ends of a scale. Whichever end falls will have an impact on the other.
The mind, spirit, or soul cannot exist out of thin air. Just as people need to eat, the soul also needs support.
It's just that the physical body is enough for an ordinary person's soul, but his spirit is too strong and his body is not strong enough to support it.
Phew~
The air flow roared in the rain curtain, and Taoist Juechen came to the mountain forest.
He first glanced at Tong Zhengyang, whose bones and flesh were turned into mud in the mud, and then his eyes fell on An Qisheng, thinking with inquiry:
"Little friend An, we meet again."
"Taoist Priest, long time no see."
An Qisheng slightly arched his hands.
For Taoist Juechen, it was only a few months, but for him, it was already a year.
"Did you kill this person?"
Taoist Juechen's eyes twitched. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for him to believe that An Qisheng did all this.
But there was no one around. There were only him and An Qisheng in the night, and there was no third person.
He had to believe it.
"I killed him."
An Qisheng glanced at Tong Zhengyang and nodded slightly.
This man of great luck, who originally had the qualifications to be promoted to heaven and human beings, has completely lost his breath.
One blow from the King Quan Sword completely killed him.
Taoist Juechen's eyes rippled as he looked at An Qisheng carefully.
An Qisheng stood calmly and allowed Taoist Juechen to look at him.
His body is only Huajin, but his mind is far superior to Taoist Juechen, so he is naturally not afraid of what he can see.
More importantly, with his divine will and the King Quan Sword, even though his body was weak at this time, and he had no energy, true energy, or Xuan Xing, he could not threaten his existence.
Even a nuclear bomb.
He is invincible in this world and has no fear of anyone, any force, or even the country.
"amazing......."
Taoist Juechen narrowed his eyes and could only sigh.
He couldn't see anything, but he could feel something strange through telepathy. The young man in front of him seemed to have undergone some huge changes.
But I don’t know what kind of change it is, maybe it is related to the target that the mysterious man is madly pursuing...
"This man suffered a severe broken arm, and even more serious internal injuries. He was already at the end of his strength, but it just happened to happen."
An Qisheng glanced at Tong Zhengyang who was in a pool of blood.
Tong Zhengyang thought that he could steal the Wang Quan Sword and escape the pursuit of Wang Quan Dao and Huangjue Temple. Little did he know that during this process, the Wang Quan Daoists of that generation released enough water to fill all the lakes in the world.
After 3,300 years and thirty-three generations of King Quan Taoists, he could not imagine how powerful the King Quan Dao was.
Once upon a time, there were only eight military master-level figures in thousands of years.
In more than three thousand years, there have been as many as 200 military leaders in the royal power, and their background is so profound that no one else can imagine.
"Even so, it is still extremely remarkable."
Taoist Juechen took a deep look at An Qisheng.
He naturally knew that An Qisheng had something to say, but he had no intention of getting to the bottom of it. Who didn't have some secrets?
Before An Qisheng could speak, he shook his head, turned around and walked into the rain:
"Let's go, let's go. It's over. Let's leave this morning to avoid trouble..."
Come quickly and leave quickly.
Several undulations disappeared in the rain curtain.
An Qisheng glanced at the figure flashing in the distance, then turned and left.
He doesn't exclude people from the government, but he doesn't want to stay here and answer it alone.
Not long after, Qinglong came.
From a distance, I saw a puddle of mud on the ground that seemed to be connected to Zhengyang.
His eyes narrowed, and a huge wave surged in his heart.
This mysterious man died like this?
Their huge battle could only injure him seriously, but now he was beaten to death silently?
His mood fluctuated, and it was impossible to describe his mood at this time.
He had brought a miniature nuclear bomb and wanted to die with it, but he didn't expect it to be over.
His body rose and fell a few times, and he came closer, scanning the cracked ground around him, and then carefully looked at the mud-like corpse, and couldn't help but murmur to himself:
"Really dead? Is it Taoist Master Juechen, or..."
He pursed his lips and looked a little grim.
If it was Taoist Juechen, that would be easy to say.
If it were anyone else......
........
The sun never sets in Lun City, Kyoto, at the observation deck of Dragon City Tower.
Mu Longcheng sat with his eyes closed, the clouds and mist lingering around him, like an immortal sitting cross-legged in the clouds.
At a certain moment, he raised his head and opened his eyes as if he felt something:
"It makes me feel the crisis..."
At this moment, he felt the crisis coming from an extremely distant place.
This was not something that he actually felt physically, but a premonition that his mind felt due to the fluctuations in the universe and reflected on himself.
This is a further perception than the cicada's premonition before the autumn wind has stirred.
"What will it be?"
Looking at the rising sun, ripples appeared in the depths of Mu Longcheng's eyes.
Are the 'aliens' really so tyrannical?
Or are there other changes?
He thought about it, and after a while, the elevator had gone up, and the white beauty called respectfully: "Boss, what are your orders?"
"Is there any news from Potter?"
Mu Longcheng asked lightly.
The white beauty was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Leader Porter sent back the news that he was seriously injured, and it has been reported before..."
Mu Longcheng slowly closed his eyes and said calmly:
"Contact Potter and ask him to send someone to the Xuan Kingdom border..."
"yes."
The beautiful white woman responded respectfully, turned around and walked into the elevator.
........
Huhu~
In a small private courtyard somewhere in the country, Su Jie was practicing boxing, and the sound of breaking through the air could not be heard.
He was already up before the night faded.
Since starting to practice martial arts, he has become addicted to it, spending all his free time every day and sleeping very little.
Practicing in the early morning is just a basic operation for him.
"Your fists have no power..."
Daxuan's words came out in a clear tone, and Potter slowly walked into the yard.
His injuries were still extremely serious, but he was walking as usual. However, Su Jie could smell the bloody smell coming from his mouth and nose. This was a sign that the ruptured internal organs had not healed and that he could not control the blood.
"There is no spirit in the fist?"
Su Jie's heart moved, but he did not stop. Instead, he slowly finished the punch and then stopped slowly:
"Coach, your injury is not healed, go and rest quickly."
"Your boxing is loose and moderate, and your skills are complete. You are already at a good level. It's just that your boxing is lackluster. It's hard to reach the level of elegance."
Porter spoke eloquently:
"There is no spirit in the fist, no eye in the painting, no intention in splashing ink, no bones in the writing, no meaning but no use. To the real experts, it is just a joke..."
Porter speaks with a clear accent, ups and downs of tone, and is very infectious.
Su Jie secretly admired him as he listened. Not talking about martial arts, just talking about Daxuan, Potter had already surpassed 99% of Daxuan people.
"Then coach, what is God?"
Su Jie asked.
"The God of Fist...Huh?"
Just as Potter was about to speak, something seemed to be moving in his heart. He immediately raised his head and looked north, his face involuntarily moved.
"coach?"
Su Jie followed his gaze and saw nothing, so he couldn't help but be a little surprised.
"He, he is dead..."
Potter's body swayed slightly, and the bloody aura on his body suddenly became much stronger, but his heart was so agitated that he almost lost control of the blood.
"coach!"
Su Jie hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and couldn't help being surprised: "Who died?"
Ever since he met Potter, he had always been calm and calm, and his expression had never changed even when he was seriously injured. But now his mood was so fluctuating.
What did he see?
"Incredible, incredible, what could kill him?"
Potter looked into the night and murmured:
"What...can kill a god?"
