Guan Luoyang's palm flying across the sky was not only intense and furious, like burning vitality, but also had a sharply changing gravity.
In terms of actual physical size, he did not change much, but the spirits of everyone around him were vaguely affected by this momentum.
In their eyes, when Guan Luoyang swung this palm, it seemed as if his whole body suddenly enlarged several times, and the feeling of weight and power increased dramatically. He suppressed Prince Meng with a giant spirit-like palm print. .
Prince Meng, who had just emerged from the water, waved his hand calmly and received such a slap.
Boom! ! !
The sound of the collision of the two forces was not intense, but unexpectedly dull.
The surrounding water surface, which is nearly twenty meters in diameter, is like a big drum being struck with great force, sinking from the center.
It is not the kind of depression with a rounded arc, but like a taut string being pressed down in the middle. There is an obvious obtuse angle in the middle of the depression, and the surrounding area is tightened into a straight slope. .
The surface of the flowing water is pressed extremely smooth and tight, and every drop seems extremely heavy. Under this layer of smooth pure water, you can see that countless dust and algae in the water are quickly dissipating and flowing. The changes are rapid, profound, but silent.
The water surface, which has always been weak in ordinary people's impressions, now shows an almost unbreakable and incredibly tough tension.
Guan Luoyang's palm, which was 100% of his strength, was carried down by the stoic and thick water surface.
After enduring and tightening, it will naturally rebound.
Prince Meng's feet trembled, and the entire water surface began to tremble, as if a blanket had been flattened by force, and the sunken point in the middle was suddenly bounced upward.
Guan Luoyang was pushed back by his palm and flew diagonally high into the air. Prince Meng's own body also skyrocketed upwards by more than ten meters.
The water surface, which had lost the restraint of inexplicable power, set off angry waves and chaos, and exploded water columns.
The turbulent currents converged towards the center, setting off a wave huge enough to catch up with Prince Meng's height.
Prince Meng crushed the waves, roared loudly, and headed towards the river bank where Han Wen Gong was.
Suddenly a translucent giant eagle came towards me.
When he struck with a palm, the giant eagle split automatically, moved away from his palm, and turned into two cranes, one on the left and one on the right, with long pointed beaks, poking at his ribs on both sides at the same time.
Prince Meng waved his arms together, scattering the two cranes that were made purely of compressed air, and air waves exploded in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, a short sword with a handle of two feet and seven inches, and the patterns on the blade were like outstretched wings, flashed out of the corner of Prince Meng's eyes. In one move, five complex sword lights were struck, like thousands of swords. The feathers are intricately combined into a golden lotus flower.
At Wulaofeng in the southeast of Lushan Mountain, golden hibiscus is cut out of the blue sky!
The unique skill of Lushan swordsmanship is that the sword turns into light like wings, forming a lotus. The person hides behind the lotus, as if he has disappeared. The sword is like a lotus, but the person holding the sword is not seen.
If it were the former Prince Meng, even if his internal strength, fighting spirit, and arrogance were far superior to Chen Shouzheng's, he would have to be cautious when facing this unique swordsmanship that had been honed by masters of the past generations in Mount Lu.
But now, he just feels that he doesn't need to look at the sword or the person. He can vaguely see the subtlest flow of the true energy. He only uses one arm to punch it out, facing the lotus of sword energy, and stirs it hard in the air. .
The golden sword energy lotus then swirled violently, and the subtle sword lights collided with each other in chaos. In an instant, they collapsed, leaving only the original short sword and the swordsman.
As soon as shock appeared in Chen Shouzheng's eyes, he felt his hands were empty.
Prince Meng's right palm hit the handle of the knife, causing the knife to fly out of his hand, and he slapped it away with his left hand.
Chen Shouzheng crossed his hands to block, two kinds of infuriating rays of light exploded alternately, and the figure fell rapidly.
Nangong Lei, the leader of the Nanfeng Sword Sect, was walking across the water. His pupils shrank when he raised his eyes, and the thin sword in his hand hissed through the wind. In an instant, on top of the flying sword shadow, something changed. Seven angles, pumping, hitting, picking and pressing.
But when the knife missed him, it still left a cut on his forearm.
Not far to the right, Yuan Bai Gong, the leader of the Shanxi Youshen Sect, performed the secretly taught postures of the God Throwing Thunder and the White Ape Catching the Sword. His feet stepped on the water as if they were stepping on a flat ground made of hard rocks. Suddenly, his long arm stretched out and caught Chen Shouzheng falling from the air with a smooth stroke.
The connection was beautiful, but as soon as he came into contact with the layer of true energy wrapped around Chen Shouzheng's body, Yuan Baigong trembled all over, and his internal energy inexplicably went sideways, tingling the Jianjing point. Shouzheng fell into the water together.
The seven or eight famous masters on the water all saw the scene of Chen Shouzheng's defeat with one blow, and their hearts froze, and a title emerged in unison.
Grandmaster! ! !
Since ancient times, essence has been a thing, wandering soul has become a change, and taste has become a fluid form, forming all kinds of people, ghosts and monsters in the world. Among them, those who can move the spirit and control the energy are called masters.
How could this remnant of the demon sect and the envoy of the evil sect have such good luck to break through the master at this time? !
"No, he hasn't stabilized this realm yet and is not a complete master."
Jiang Jiusi, who was on the shore behind, sent a message, loud and clear, regardless of the target, to everyone in their camp who still had fighting power.
"After stepping through that barrier, there are many mysteries, but when the mysterious door in the mind is first opened, it is the most vulnerable. He is now in the sea of Qi in Dantian, and there are two parts: clear and turbid. The clear qi rises, the turbid qi sinks, and the turbid qi To kill someone, clear the energy and rest the mind, the position of the head is now not protected by the energy.”
"If we hit his head now, the entrance will collapse, and the sea of qi will also explode, enough to shatter his body into pieces."
"You must be quick. After a quarter of an hour, the clear and turbid qi will reunite again. The entrance will be stable and in harmony with the Dantian Qi sea. This weakness will no longer exist."
Bang! ! !
The water ripples scattered.
They set off very early, but because they didn't know Qinggong and only relied on high-frequency violence to tread water, Gu Lanxiang, who fell behind Nangong Lei and the others, suddenly accelerated at this moment.
Her body dragged out a very long light green shadow, vertically in the air, and the bamboo stick in her hand bloomed with a swaying glow for the first time.
Along with her flying attack, the stick blasted through the air layer by layer and hit Prince Meng.
Gu Lanxiang's Jiuxian stick technique usually used her extraordinary physical fitness to exert all kinds of unusual strength during battles, but it was not until this attack that she stepped on the water that she used her "Qi" ".
Yes, the martial arts inheritance she learned from the Pandaren of Pandaria also included the ability called true energy, but that "true energy" was quite different from the true energy in this world.
The true energy that matches the Panda Brewmaster's stick skills does not need to circulate according to the meridians. It is usually strengthened through exercise and accumulated in all blood and flesh cells.
When it is really necessary to use it, the breathing force is suddenly activated, and this pure, huge and ferocious life force flows out of the cells in the whole body. It is like opening a floodgate to release a flood. A sudden blow is really strong and swift beyond ordinary reason.
After Prince Meng broke the mental barrier, when he saw other people's attacks, there were all kinds of subtle and distinguishable flows of true energy. However, when he looked at Gu Lanxiang's attack, he could only see a chaotic and indistinguishable glow. His body was smashed directly with a stick and a man.
He waved his hand to catch the stick, and his body finally fell from the wind and touched the water again.
The luminous body holding the stick dimmed and then lit up, and the stick techniques came like a violent storm. They all seemed to be strong and violent, but in fact they were different in each fight.
Sometimes when the stick was just coming out, when it was retracted, there was a sticky force that pulled Prince Meng's arm; sometimes when the stick came to the head, it suddenly became lighter, and the tail of the stick was drawn from the other side.
The changes in the stick technique are getting faster and faster. A red rope hanging around Gu Lanxiang's neck is swaying slightly. The thing tied to the end of the red rope is also thrown out from the clothes, but it is a piece of hazy crystal.
Crystals are often considered to be crystal clear, but this hazy crystal is slightly yellowish and seems to contain countless impurities. Its shape is definitely not beautiful, and it even looks like the bones of human knuckles.
But after the crystal was thrown out, the slightly excited smile on the heroic and beautiful girl's face gradually became dangerous.
The stick shadow was smashed out wildly, the ends of her eyebrows were raised, thin and curly patterns extended from the ends of her eyes, her mouth was cracked, and her teeth were rattling in extremely small and frequent collisions, which was beyond the normal bellicose atmosphere.
A scream erupted in the air.
"Hit, hit, hit, blow your head off!!"
The coriander roared and struck out with a stick. In addition to the light flames jumping on the stick, it was also covered with a layer of dark boiling rage.
The power of this stick suddenly doubled, and the water surface behind Gu Lanxiang was affected by this terrifying kinetic energy, causing a wave to rise far above her head.
But Prince Meng's eyes flashed, and he noticed that within the indistinguishable luminous body in front of him, there were suddenly divisions of different powers.
Sihai swung his hands in confusion, and his palm techniques changed continuously. The violent bamboo stick swayed and fell, causing Gu Lanxiang to stagger. He passed by Prince Meng. Prince Meng swung his foot back and kicked the head of the stick, making up for it. A palm hit the standing bamboo stick.
The stick hit back and Gu Lanxiang was knocked backwards.
Wow! ! !
She fell into the huge waves and was knocked underwater by the huge waves.
Gurgling water waves and bubbles rose around me, and the coriander fell to the bottom of the river, stirring up a cloud of turbidity.
She opened her eyes and raised her head in the water. She raised her head nonchalantly with the stick and was about to break through the water in front of her and rush up again.
But when she opened her mouth slightly, the dark magic energy sprayed from her mouth actually pushed away the surrounding water and raised a large number of bubbles, which immediately changed her expression.
The Shihai fainting hand that was supposed to induce internal poisoning was actually used to induce hidden dangers in her body.
It was the wrathful demonic energy that was infected while practicing on the continent of Pandaria. With the help of the reincarnator, Gu Lanxiang originally planned to absorb this power and turn it into his own use, but the wrathful demonic energy has not been completely solved yet. The issue of mental pollution can only be borrowed to a limited extent.
But a native of the martial arts world, who has probably never heard of Pandaria or seen the Wrathful Demonic Energy in eight lifetimes, actually managed to increase the risk of her losing control in just a few moves.
When Gu Lanxiang thought of this, she seemed to laugh angrily. She quickly held the crystal tied with the red rope, held her breath in the water, entered a meditative state of mind, and restrained the anger emanating from her body wave after wave.
Prince Meng has almost reached the shore.
Guan Luoyang, who was high in the sky, fell down at this moment and hit the knee-deep shallows of the river, not far in front of Han Wengong.
"No one can stop me today."
Prince Meng came up from the water and raised a huge wave with his palm.
Guan Luoyang pressed his hand, his vitality expanded, and gravity intensified, suppressing the bulging wave like a collapsed pile of sand.
When the river water dispersed, the two of them exchanged palms without any fancy.
With this palm attack, Prince Meng immediately noticed that the opponent's skill was like a waterfall falling, and he continued to crush him without breathing.
Apparently he realized that the duel of moves had no advantage in front of him who had already reached a higher level, so he wanted to drag him into a fight based on internal skills.
This is exactly what he wants.
Prince Meng could feel that the quality of his skills was constantly changing. There was a nourishing Qi in his skull, stimulating the power of the secret door in his mind, and this power was fed back to his Dantian, blending with water and milk.
In this quarter of an hour, with every breath he spends, his skill foundation will become stronger.
Guan Luoyang's arm trembled slightly at the touch of internal force, but it did not continue to collapse as Prince Meng expected.
There seemed to be two vortices in Guan Luoyang's body. When he was under great pressure, he burst out at a more resolute and decisive speed than usual. The power of the magnetic field was absorbed by his spirit, and the free spiritual energy was captured by his Dantian.
The scorching internal energy surged out explosively, as if it didn't care about the endurance of the meridians.
Where the two people's palms met, light swayed silently again and again, a circle of cyan and a circle of blue, expanding alternately.
"Huh? You are not a grandmaster, but you have already mastered both the mental gateway and the dantian qi sea... No! How come your dantian qi sea is weaker than the mental gateway?!"
Prince Meng noticed something was wrong. He suddenly raised his free hand over his shoulder and slapped it from the side of his ear to the back. The force of his palm shattered the rapier that was flying towards the back of his head.
In the sky, the eagle swoops down to eat, grabbing the heavenly spirit.
Prince Meng blew the eagle to pieces with a flick of his finger.
The air after the eagle shattered refracted the sunlight, suddenly turning the brilliance of the setting sun into flaming birds that sank into Guan Luoyang's body.
Guan Luoyang's eyes gradually expanded into a golden-red color, and the internal energy in his palms continued to increase.
Prince Meng was distracted, and a little blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He could hear in his ears that the people chasing him on the river were using their sword energy and sword light to attack the back of his head with a series of hidden weapons.
He did not dare to fall into such a situation again, so he did not hesitate to stimulate the intersection of the power of the entrance and the true energy in advance. The power scattered during the operation made the clothes swell, as if there was a large cloud of blue light dust between the clothes and the skin. Disperse, flow to the palm of your hand, push again.
This push stimulated the true and complete power of a master in advance. Paying such a price would not only cause severe pain in Prince Meng's mind, but would also make him fall down from the master level and become possessed.
but……
"No one can stop me today!!"
The acupuncture points on Prince Meng's back shot out streaks of azure rays of light, bombarding the water surface, penetrating the air, shattering all hidden weapons, swords, and swords. A single palm blasted Guan Luoyang away, but the strength on the palm seemed to be somewhat Micro emptiness.
This palm did not hit completely, and Guan Luoyang flew backwards.
This flying backward had nothing to do with the power of his mind or the vitality of his dantian. He simply relied on his body to burst out at a speed that exceeded the sound in an instant, escaping from the range where Prince Meng's palm was most powerful.
The ground on the river bank exploded, retreating and advancing again.
Prince Meng subconsciously pressed a palm against his chest. The power of this palm had clearly exploded once before, and it seemed to stretch endlessly without end. It suddenly froze Guan Luoyang's figure as he flashed towards him.
Time seemed to slow down, Guan Luoyang's chest had sunken slightly, and the movement of all his strength became sluggish under this pressure.
But he couldn't stop Guan Luoyang's eyes.
He glanced at Prince Meng. Prince Meng's eyes turned red. The Lihuo Qi generated by the Lihuo Golden Eye Sword pierced his eyeballs from a distance of less than ten meters.
The power of the secret door in Prince Meng's mind suddenly became chaotic. The Qi sea in his Dantian and even the meridians all over his body emitted a light so strong that it could pass through skin, flesh and clothing.
He screamed in pain, and at the last moment when the power of his palm collapsed, he pushed Guan Luoyang away from the distance, and then used his palm back to knock back all the people on the water.
Han Wengong stood on the shore with his pen and watched the whole battle. He has always wanted to take action, but the blow that Prince Meng used to exert his whole body's skills by breathing out almost completely blocked all the meridians of Yuan Dao Qigong, making it difficult for him to move even now.
He could only watch weakly as everyone took turns to intercept them, and they were all repelled. He watched Guan Luoyang's magical tactics, and watched Prince Meng, who was about to self-destruct, walk towards him again.
Compared to the previous battle of flying across the river, Prince Meng's movements now were astonishingly slow. He was down to earth and groping step by step towards Han Wen Gong. He could no longer see in his eyes and shed two lines of blood and tears.
With every step he took, one more ray of light appeared inside his body.
When he was still one step away from Han Wen Gong, his body seemed to have been pierced by these beams of light through all the joints and was restricted in place.
"Ah!!"
Prince Meng wiped the blood from his face, stretched out his hand, and touched Han Wen Gong's chest.
"Old man, do you dare to forget or misremember this day for the rest of your life?"
Bang! ! !
A big sleeve was waved in front of Han Wengong, blocking the power of the self-destruction.
When the sleeves were waved away, all that was left in Han Wengong's field of vision was a cloud of blood mist.
Guan Luoyang shook his sleeves, stared at the blood mist, frowned and inhaled to reset his broken ribs.
'Isn't the master who has been completely stabilized already so difficult to deal with? Okay, okay, there is a strong enemy...'
Han Wengong lowered his eyes and saw the blood stains on his chest. His brows moved and he shook his head and said, "I won't deliberately misname the deceased."
"But unfortunately, I don't have enough brain power just to recall the past of my martyr friends. I'm afraid I don't have time to recall your deeds."
There was a will in his eyes as cold and as hard as the ice of eternity.
What about the Grandmaster?
With such an evil way that greedily plunders and indiscriminately harms innocent people, even if you become a true master, it will not be half as valuable as my former robe!
