Zhou Liu's eight powers were broken, and Wan Guizang stood in the void, his brows furrowed, and he remained silent for a long time.
The punch power that Song Xing used to defeat his move just now was neither the Black Sky Book nor the power of the Great Vajra, nor the eight Zhou Liu powers, which made him feel very strange.
Zhou Liu Liuxu Gong, in the heart of Wan Guizang, is the most amazing skill in the world. Controlling the power of nature has surpassed the magical power of martial arts and has become an inhuman existence, comparable to gods.
He couldn't understand why Song Xing could defeat such martial arts?
"What kind of martial arts are you doing?"
Wan Guizang couldn't help but ask.
The martial arts performed by Song Xing were obviously not any martial arts he knew, but he could still control the power of heaven and earth, use the power of nature to fight Zhou Liuxu, and even break his endless Tianzang.
Song Xing looked at Wan Guizang opposite and said: "Zhouliu Liuxu, who can use all things, is certainly powerful, but I have the power to transform into a god, and I can also control the power of nature. I am Huang Tian, Huang God is me!"
Anger flashed in Wan Guizang's eyes: "The body is transformed into the yellow sky, and the body is used to represent the sky. What a big statement!"
No movement was seen, and there was a loud wind and thunder behind him. Endless wind blades appeared from the sky, accompanied by thunder and lightning, and they suppressed Song Xing head-on.
Song Xing said nothing and began to take steps. A wave of terrifying energy and blood, which was not very majestic but contained the original energy of heaven and earth, burst out of his body. His whole body was filled with red energy and blood like clouds.
It was like the reincarnation of a god walking in the human world. At this moment, his black hair was flying, his posture was upright, and his pair of dark jade-like eyes seemed to be able to absorb the sun and the moon for nine days.
Wan Guizang embraced the void with his hands, endless flames emerged from the void, and the red divine flower flowed and appeared in the sky above Song Xing's head.
The crimson flame, under the control of Wan Guizang, condensed into a red unicorn above Song Xing, raising its head and roaring into the void.
The next moment, Qilin bowed its head, and waterfall-like fire fell down. Then Qilin pounced in the air, its huge mouth facing downwards, and bit down towards Song Xing.
Although Wan Guizang was slightly defeated in the battle of Mount Fuji, Song Xing's superb use of dragon energy also inspired Wan Guizang.
During the three months since he returned to Xicheng, he had a deeper understanding of Zhou Liu Liuxu Gong's method of transporting energy.
Zhou Liuhuo Jin has been cultivated to a superb level by Wan Guizang. It is no longer lifeless energy, but seems to have real life.
Facing this fierce and fierce blow, Song Xing finally moved. His eyes were cold and calm, and he accumulated his fist marks for a long time before finally punching out in the air.
Boom!
The punch was thunderous, and a golden furnace rotated, glowing with cold metallic light, turning from virtual reality to the human world.
At the same time, the dark golden eyes of the three dormant and sleeping gods in the Sanyuan Emperor's veins suddenly opened, and a ray of energy flowed into the golden furnace of the void following Song Xing's fist movements.
I saw several strands of true energy flowing, and the place where they merged turned into chaos. The chaos looked like a dragon, as if nine ancient dragon patterns were imprinted on the furnace body.
The vicissitudes of the ancient atmosphere flowed, and the furnace that Song Xing condensed in the void with the spirit of refining the void seemed to be a real artifact. The colors blended into chaos and turned into a chaotic alchemy furnace, exuding the darkest atmosphere of ancient terror.
Song Xing's fist shook in the air, and the alchemy furnace above his head rotated. The black sky book tribulation power, the powerful Vajra divine power, and Zhou Liuxu's various powers were intertwined into chaotic true energy, which manifested on the alchemy furnace one by one, and then moved toward the fire unicorn from the void. Town fall.
During the process of the pill furnace being suppressed, the fire unicorn seemed to be really suppressed by the mysterious power from the void. With the illusory roar, it began to crack inch by inch, and finally turned into streams of fire energy, scattered in the void.
Wan Guizang finally showed a look of horror for the first time. Song Xing punched out, and the manifested alchemy furnace could actually refine the power of nature. Even the always invincible Zhou Liuliu Xujin was here. It collapsed under the force, making his soul tremble.
puff!
The fire unicorn was disintegrated, Zhou Liuliuxu's strength collapsed, and Wan Guizang coughed up blood one after another and stepped back.
The physical alchemy furnace fell, barely landing on top of his head.
Peng!
He raised his hands to the sky and pressed against the furnace body. The veins on his face were bulging, and he finally realized how powerful Song Xing's punch was.
Facing Song Xing's devastating blow, Wan Guizang's whole body's true energy spurted out, forming an endless amount of true energy defense outside his body.
In the Zhenqi shield covering more than ten feet of pressure, the small gravel on the ground beat, as if pulled by an invisible force, and slowly floated up, several feet above the ground, floating in the air.
Tens of feet away from here, all the heads of the West City tribes held their breaths and watched the duel between Wan Guizang and Song Xing.
In the aura formed by the true energy, Wan Guizang looked at Song Xing. Song Xing was standing a few feet away, seemingly unaware of the sudden stagnation around his body. He looked calm and calm, even the corners of his clothes were tattered. Not a single wrinkle appeared.
With a cold snort, Wan Guizang thought, and the pieces of gravel suspended in mid-air broke through the air like sharp arrows, shooting towards Song Xing like a violent storm.
The rubble penetrated the air, creating fine wrinkles in the air. Just this hand shocked the Earth Mother and others not far away. These dozens or hundreds of rubbles driven by Zhou Liuxu's virtual energy, if it were them, I am afraid that I will be beaten into a sieve in an instant.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Song Xing stood still and let the gravel fall on him, but before the gravel came close to his body, it was shattered by a terrifying counter-shock force and exploded in all directions.
"Spirit changes matter. Your strength is completely different from that of someone who has just stepped into the realm of virtual training."
Wan Guizang opened his mouth, and he could see that Song Xing used his spiritual will to dissolve the true energy contained in the gravel, and then broke the gravel into pieces.
Song Xingdan glanced at Wan Guizang and said: "Lianxu combined with Tao, before Lianxu merged with Tao, there was no distinction between strength and weakness in Lianxu, it was just based on their own methods!"
"Yes, I didn't expect that in the end, the leader of all the tribes in Xicheng, the one with the most talent, turned out to be you!"
Wan Guizang glanced at the leaders of the tribes in the distance and took action decisively.
He stretched out one hand, his fingers and palms vibrating like rain hitting a pipa, and his fingertips flicked towards Song Xing's shoulder.
His palm technique covered the sky and the sun, and in Song Xing's eyes, it was like a storm, and the sky seemed to be dimming.
As Wan Guizang took out his palm, his fingertips breathed out the pure white Qi light that was indistinguishable from real to real. Qi all over his body surged wildly. The six virtual energies flowing around him moved with his body shape. Wind, fire, thunder and lightning, mountains, rivers, earth and rocks, and all kinds of strange phenomena followed. Wan Guizang sent out a palm, and within a breath he was three feet in front of Song Xing.
Peng!
There seemed to be a muffled thunder explosion, and Song Xing's fist was exposed as the energy dispersed. Without any blood leaking out, it just pressed into Wan Guizang's palm, penetrating through layers of true energy. With the two of them as the center, a wave of energy flowed out. The strong wind swept out and the dust flew up.
After one palm failed, Wan Guizang's palm technique changed again. He turned his palm into a finger, stretched out his hand and fired a hundred arrows.
Boom boom boom boom!
His fingertips pierced the air, and it was like countless arrows raining down. Countless sharp arrows condensed by the wind shot through the air. They were densely packed and powerful, as if countless soldiers and horses were rushing towards him.
Song Xing remained unmoved. He still punched in the air and made no sound. However, hundreds of wind energy that could penetrate gold and iron were all shattered one by one. His fist was as strong as iron and there was no trace of any scar.
Wan Guizang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took action one after another, constantly changing his moves. In a moment, he used the various natural changes of Zhouliu Liuxu Gong one by one.
However, Song Xing is just a fist, without any magnificence or sharpness. It looks ordinary, but he often discerns the true and false in a moment, points directly to the source, and suppresses all changes.
Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, mountains and rivers, and all kinds of strange phenomena, all stopped under Song Xing's fist.
