Tingchaoting collects information from masters all over the world.
Among them is the archives of the Bronze Patriarch.
Yu Liancheng glanced at it unintentionally, and there were two words that stood out most on the file.
Two words that are enough to make countless warriors afraid.
"Exiled Immortal."
"The Dharmakaya of the Heavenly King."
"Relegation to Immortal" is an affirmation of the identity and realm of the Patriarch of the Bronze Man, and "Dharma Body of the Heavenly King" is the means by which this person can compete with the land gods.
After being defeated twice in a row by Yu Liancheng, a powerful enemy, the Tongren Patriarch finally resorted to a desperate strategy.
I saw the king of Ming Dynasty standing tall on the ground, making an angry gesture, and his huge palms stretched across the sky, representing the power of destruction and discipline. In front of this palm, most martial arts masters will feel trembling, as if they are facing the law of heaven, their minds are shaken, they dare not resist, and they can only bow their heads and confess their sins.
Yu Liancheng looked up at the palm shrouded in dark clouds, narrowed his eyes, shot out a cold light like lightning, and stamped his foot fiercely.
The ground trembled violently, as if hundreds of bombs were dropped on the ground in an instant. Huge shock waves spread, the ground tens of feet in radius rattled, and countless buildings collapsed completely at this moment. This is also the reason why Tuoba Bodhisattva and others drove away the townspeople in advance, otherwise many innocent people would be killed and injured in this attack.
Tuoba Bodhisattva, the demon Zhongliang and others were affected, and their bodies stagnated slightly.
But Yulian City had already gone up through the air and met the huge palm of King Ming's Faxiang.
Yu Liancheng's face was solemn, and his whole body was filled with a majestic aura, like a supreme king. A punch was thrown out, facing the boundless palm of King Ming, like the sky covering the sky.
boom!
Two fists of completely unequal sizes clashed together, and the air exploded violently, like thunder exploding out of thin air, shaking the sky and the earth.
The difference in stature between the two is really huge. From the perspective of others, it is undoubtedly the most reasonable summary to say that an earthworm shakes a tree and an ant moves a mountain.
But what made everyone's jaw drop was that under the impact of the ants, the "mountain" was actually shaken. King Ming's shadow staggered, and his entire body even rippled, becoming slightly ethereal and transparent.
The Bronze Patriarch's face also turned pale, and his rough face revealed a look of astonishment.
You know, before he was pushed into the ground by Yu Liancheng and punched away, he never showed this look.
It was fine if he lost the physical confrontation, but the King Ming Faxiang was his trump card, and he was knocked back by a punch. And it was just a punch, and there were signs of collapse.
If the Patriarch of the Bronze Man knew that the "Moving Mountain" of the old monster of Emperor Wu City was defeated by this "Fist to Overwhelm the World", maybe he would feel much better.
If Yu Liancheng was given enough time to build up his momentum, just one punch would be enough to defeat King Ming's Faxiang.
Bang bang bang! Yu Liancheng raised his fist and punched Ming Wangfa dozens of times. The air exploded continuously and the air waves surged in all directions.
This time, without the blessing of "Fist to Conquer the World", the two sides were evenly matched.
However, Yu Liancheng had previously absorbed the true energy of the fifth raccoon dog, and coupled with the crazy absorption of the vitality of heaven and earth, there was not much loss. The shadow of King Ming's Dharma Appearance became increasingly pale, rippling like ocean waves. The face of the Bronze Patriarch also became paler, with a trace of blood remaining at the corner of his mouth.
Fortunately, Tuoba Bodhisattva and the other three finally arrived.
So, Tuoba Bodhisattva waved his fist, sword energy surged wildly, Zhongliang spear came out like a wild dragon, and the Tongren Patriarch protected his body with magic. The four masters joined forces to fuse their energy and fight with Yulian City.
The speed of their attacks has exceeded ordinary people's imagination, and every blow seems to bring about violent thunder. The sword energy roared wildly, and the strong wind blew in waves. Wherever the battle went, everything collapsed and shattered, and even the earth was blown up layer by layer by the strong wind that escaped.
Boom! !
Five people have been thrown to the ground from mid-air.
The next moment, the ground was like a volcano erupting, and earth dragons were roiling. The soil rose up like a huge wave, and the long waves emptied out, and the momentum reached its peak.
"Such a magnificent battle, it's a pity that I was the only one to see it."
There is a mountain peak far away from the town.
On the top of the mountain, a beautiful woman with bare jade feet and moon-white monk's robe can be seen from afar.
There is no doubt that this is a beauty, a very charming beauty. In particular, those beautiful eyes are bright and experienced, as if they have wisdom that has read all the world, and they also seem to have a childlike innocence.
The only pity is that the three thousand black hair has been cut off, but it also has a sense of taboo.
This is the Six-Jead Bodhisattva who once had a relationship with Yu Liancheng and thought he was qualified to practice dual cultivation with him, but he drifted away.
Her beautiful eyes glowed with an unfathomable light, and she sighed leisurely as she discerned the dynamics of the fight between the seven masters. There was solemnity on his usually expressionless face, and he was shocked by Yu Liancheng's current tyrannical strength.
In Xiangfan City, Liuzhu Bodhisattva saw that Yulian City had saved hundreds of thousands of dead souls, and he was already aware of the other party's good deeds.
Unexpectedly, news soon spread that he had beaten Huang Longshi and defeated Wang Xianzhi. I was both shocked and doubtful. After all, Wang Xianzhi had been invincible for sixty years, how could he be defeated by a young man who was no more than a weakling?
But today, I really saw Yu Liancheng's powerful methods.
Eight top Beimang masters surrounded him, but four of them were killed in an instant.
Although those four were weaker among the eight, she might not be able to defeat the Six-Jead Bodhisattva, but she would never be able to kill them with one move, not to mention having to deal with several other masters at the same time.
Nowadays, although there are many Beimang masters such as Tuoba Bodhisattva and Tongren Patriarch sitting in charge, for some reason, in the eyes of Liuzhu Bodhisattva, Yulian City is more successful.
Boom!
On the other side, the battle quickly became intense.
The five masters unleashed their energy without any reservation, and their fights were as fast as lightning. Thousands of attacks could be successful or failed in an instant. The battle waves escaped, energy exploded one after another, buildings collapsed, and the entire town quickly turned into ruins.
Any one of them is a top expert in ruling the roost, not to mention they are fighting together at this time.
The scope of the battle is getting larger and larger. Towering trees rise from the ground, bringing up large tracts of sand. The river also changes its course and boulders break into pieces.
Whatever stood in front of them was immediately dealt a devastating blow.
For a time, the sky and the earth shook, and the sun and moon lost their color.
The whole world seemed to be trembling and trembling, as if it could be shattered and disintegrated at any time due to this incredible power.
If any mortals witnessed this scene, they would most likely want to worship them and regard those dragon-like figures as gods that roam the world.
However, only those who are actually in the battle range, such as the demon leader Tane Ryo, can understand that they are not as free and unrestrained as they imagined, and they can travel freely in the world.
Emperor Murong Tong is too strong.
This kind of strength is not some kind of unilateral strength.
Rather, he is tyrannical in all directions, without a single weakness.
He has a powerful physique, and his punches and kicks contain tens of millions of powerful forces.
Even though they resisted with all their strength, the four of them felt like their whole bodies had been blown apart. Even if they could occasionally hit Yu Liancheng with a punch or a palm, the opponent seemed to be nothing. At most, the strength will be resolved with just one breath of the body.
The various attack methods are even more unbelievable, especially the power that contains great destruction and destruction, which makes them complain endlessly.
But for the four Tuoba Bodhisattvas, the most terrifying thing about Yulian City is its resilience.
They originally planned to fight a war of attrition. Murong Tonghuang only had one person. They consumed Murong Tonghuang to death, while the four of them could take turns to restore their true energy.
But until now, the opponent's Qi is still flowing, and there is no sign of decline. On the contrary, for the four of them, the true energy in their bodies was quickly depleted and there was no time to replenish it.
Especially the weaker Jian Qi Jin and the demon Zhong Liang. If Tuoba Bodhisattva and the Tongren Patriarch had not blocked several attacks for them, they would have been killed by Yulian City long ago.
Tuoba Bodhisattva and the other four people were fighting while communicating with their minds.
They had never joined forces to fight an enemy before, but under the pressure of Yulian City, a powerful enemy, their cooperation had become more and more tacit. Just by looking at each other, you can roughly understand each other's thoughts.
"Ancestor, General Tuoba, Brother Zhong, please block them for a moment." Jian Qi sent a message to the other three people and took the initiative to get out of the fighting range.
Withdrawing nearly a hundred feet away, Jian Qi nearly threw the long sword in his hand "Ding Feng Bo". The long sword flew to a distance of three feet above his head and stood motionless, like a mountain. He seemed to be murmuring to himself: "There are thousands of swordsmanship in the world. , Li Chungang's sword opened the Heavenly Gate, Deng Tai'a's flying sword shone with fine light, my sword energy is not enough to follow their path..."
The master swordsman of Beimang, whose real name is Huang Qing, raised his finger, and the sword Ding Feng Bo three feet above his head flickered. Suddenly, a "Ding Feng Bo" was superimposed in four directions, up, down, left, and right.
Immediately afterwards, each sword transformed into four identical swords.
The transformed sword continues to change.
It is endless, as if it can be superimposed and changed endlessly.
Not long after, a majestic sword mountain appeared near the head of the sword. Each sword was a "Ding Feng Bo". Each Ding Feng Bo gave people a sharp feeling. The sword was full of energy and was definitely not a fake or shoddy product.
"This is my way of swordsmanship. The sword energy is close."
There are more and more long swords, and they are constantly increasing and expanding. The whole world is filled with the mighty sword energy, which is extremely sharp and has no beginning or end.
"go."
Jian Qi's face was pale, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Pointing his finger forward, the mighty sword mountain smashed towards Yulian City.
Moreover, the sword mountain continued to grow during the process of smashing it out.
Tuoba Bodhisattva, the devil Zhongliang, and the bronze ancestor immediately moved out of the way. While recovering their true energy, they each had their own trump cards to use later.
Looking at the roaring sword mountain, Yu Liancheng did not choose to retreat.
There was a long roar and crashed into the sword mountain.
The momentum of this collision is truly unstoppable. In one breath, nearly a thousand long swords were broken, and the whole person sank into the belly of the mountain. But the momentum of Jianshan did not diminish at all. It grew crazily, increasing layer by layer, and actually included the entire Yulian City people in Jianshan.
In the belly of Jianshan, countless long swords pierced back and forth. Every moment, hundreds of swords hit the invisible air shield that opened in Yulian City, and then burst into pieces.
Yu Liancheng looked around the sword mountain, with a thoughtful look on his brows.
If you want to break through Jianshan, you need to find the real 'Ding Fengbo', which is the essence of Jianshan. But Sword Mountain is composed of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of fixed waves.
It is not easy to find a stable situation.
Of course, for Yu Liancheng, it's not that complicated.
He put his finger on the protective air shield and continuously transmitted the crushing power to the protective air shield. The air shield that was originally used for defense suddenly took on the aura of great destruction and destruction. It seems that no matter what is in the world, as long as it lightly touches the air shield, it will immediately be destroyed and broken.
"Expand!"
Yu Liancheng raised his arms.
Suddenly, the entire protective gas mask expanded outward.
Rapid expansion.
Any long sword that touches the air shield will be shattered immediately.
A hole suddenly appeared in Jianshan's abdomen, and it continued to expand.
Outside the Sword Mountain, every inch the air shield expands, the face of those close to the sword becomes paler. Suddenly, Sword Qi nearly spat out a mouthful of blood and was on the verge of collapse.
At this moment, Sword Mountain collapsed, and countless "Ding Feng Bo" were annihilated, but one "Ding Feng Bo" fell from the sky.
There is no doubt that this is the real situation.
Yu Liancheng held Ding Fengbo in his hand, the sword buzzing and trembling. It seemed that he wanted to fly away, but Yu Liancheng couldn't help but "pity the fragrance and cherish the jade". The vast energy poured into the sword body, and a long crack suddenly appeared on the sword body. It was smooth and dim, but no longer struggled.
At this moment, the killing moves of the other three people were also launched.
The demon Zhongliang drew the spear in his palm, and there was a crackling sound in the air. I saw spear shadows all over the sky, covering Yulian City like mercury pouring down the ground, leaving no gaps.
At this moment, he pulled out hundreds of spears, each of which had the power to break rocks.
Tuoba Bodhisattva has a solemn expression, with a solemn look on his brows.
He waved his fists and punched out like a mountain. It seemed like a simple punch, but there was not much change.
But the moment his fists were launched, there was the sound of thousands of troops galloping, and a majestic fighting spirit enveloped a ten-foot radius.
The Bronze Man Patriarch's moves were the slowest, and he was still in the stage of gathering momentum, but he was also the most powerful.
He raised his left hand and pressed down with his right hand. The ethereal and ethereal image of the King of Heaven behind him was exactly the same. He made the same movement, but it looked even more majestic and sacred.
A dark cloud gathered at some point, and thunder roared. The Heavenly King raised his hand straight into the dark clouds, pulling out a line of thunder and lightning from the dark clouds.
Pressing down, the palm of the hand was still in mid-air, and the five fingers were bent into a grasp, exuding a unique suction force, and suddenly the sand and rocks flew away, condensing into a big storm.
"I have a sword."
The aura on Yu Liancheng's body became more and more ethereal, with a sense of aloofness and refinement. The tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground, he turned his wrist, raised his hand and stabbed out with the sword.
"The sword comes from heaven!"
At this moment, everyone except the Bronze Man Ancestor who was still concentrating on his moves saw a sword light flying diagonally from the sky.
Yu Liancheng's figure has disappeared in the sword light.
It seemed like there was only this ethereal sword light left in the sky and the world.
Wherever the sword light reaches, not only does it not have any killing intent, but it also carries an illusory and ethereal artistic conception, as if it turns this world into a fairyland spiritual platform, unlike the human world.
The sword energy was flowing freely, but it came without a trace, as if it was born out of thin air, coming from outside the sky, unfathomable. Even with Tuoba Bodhisattva's eyesight, he couldn't capture the trajectory at this moment.
As the number one person in Beimang, Tuoba Bodhisattva only felt that Emperor Murong Tong's sword seemed to be wielded by an immortal.
Of course, his concept of "immortal" at this time was different from that of ordinary masters.
For most masters, the so-called immortals either fly up on a crane, open the heavenly gates with a sword, or shatter the void. They are practitioners who have entered the gate of heaven and entered another, broader world.
If we were to fight with real swords and guns, I am afraid that not many of the immortals in the sky could defeat him, Tuoba Bodhisattva.
The immortal that Yu Liancheng transformed into at this moment is closer to the mortal god who does not eat the fireworks of the world, soars into the clouds and rides on the mist, overturns rivers and seas, and is immortal.
Under the immortal.
Everything is commonplace.
How can a mortal resist the sword of an immortal?
Silently, the sword light cut through Tuoba Bodhisattva's fist, and he flew out like a rag doll, rolling dozens of feet away.
"Cough cough cough..." Tuoba Bodhisattva coughed violently, his face flushed, and he knelt on the ground, spitting out another mouthful of blood.
With just one strike, most of his combat effectiveness was lost.
If Yu Liancheng takes action again at this time, he is afraid that he will not be able to take a single move.
What's even more frightening is that this sword moves vertically and horizontally, and the scope of the sword's power covers more than just him.
The figure of the devil Zangliang froze, with his feet on the ground, still maintaining the posture of holding the spear, full of heroic energy, but there was no look in his eyes, and there was no breath in him. .
Suddenly, a red line spread on his neck, and blood oozed out. Then blood surged out like a fountain, a huge head fell to the ground, rolled twice, and the tall figure collapsed.
Sword Qi came close to spitting out a mouthful of blood, and the skirt of his clothes was completely wet with blood. He felt the life force pouring out like a tide, but he still ignored it and hissed: "Good swordsmanship...good swordsmanship..."
"His swordsmanship is good."
Yu Liancheng smiled slightly and spoke calmly. He didn't think it was a compliment, he just told the truth.
"May I ask...ahem...may I ask what the name of this sword is?" The sword energy became weaker and weaker as the sword came closer. He would have died if the sword was struck, but there was a willpower supporting him.
Yu Liancheng pondered for a moment, with a trace of nostalgia in his tone, and said faintly: "Flying Immortal from the sky."
Ye Gucheng's flawless sword moves, even from his current perspective, were still remarkable, better than most sword skills in the world. The hint of ethereal sword rhyme is even more valuable.
"What a flying fairy from heaven, what a flying fairy from heaven. Ahem...die without regrets, die without regrets..."
Jian Qi nearly looked up and fell down, with a smile on his face. For those who learn swordsmanship, seeing such a sword can also be regarded as "hearing the Tao in the morning and dying in the evening."
So, with this move, the flying immortals from outside the world came down, killing two and seriously injuring one.
Of course, the reason why this sword can have such brilliant results is not only the power of the sword itself, but also because these three people consumed most of their true energy in the previous battle.
"Emperor Murong Tong!"
An extremely loud sound rang out from the sky, like a bell and a bell. The person who made this sound was none other than the Patriarch of the Bronze Man. He was far away and was not affected by the "Flying Immortal from Beyond the Sky".
And the long buildup has finally reached its climax.
It's time to break out.
I saw King Ming's Faxiang holding thunder and storm in his hands, merging the two powers. For a moment, the wind and thunder were furious, and the world seemed to be plunged into chaos.
Boom!
Then, with a push of his hand, endless wind and thunder poured towards Yulian City like a celestial river.
"With the sword in hand, ask the world who is the hero."
Yulian City let out a long roar, pointed its toes, and the man and sword merged into one, turning into a bright sword light and projecting towards the endless wind and thunder.
Boom!
Boom!
The sword light swam in the wind and thunder, constantly passing through it.
The wind and thunder continued to disintegrate and dissipate, but although the sword light changed rapidly, it always maintained the tendency of thrusting forward.
In the end, the sky was filled with wind and thunder and was pierced by the sword light.
The sword light flashed again, and the long sword pierced the golden chest, and red blood flowed out.
