"Then let's decide the winner!"

Every word is clear, and the pronunciation comes out and dawns.

This is an indescribable splendor, like the light of destruction blooming when ancient stars reach their end. Their brightness transcends all the lights in the world.

That was the extremely dazzling fist!

The sharpness of the domineering fist!

That is the strong will that will allow you to change everything and your mountains and rivers to break, and I will hit you with one punch.

This is a world-class showdown!

Buzz!

The sound is loud and the elephant is invisible.

At this moment, no one could see the scene in it, whether it was the Red Sun Dharma King, the Dan Tai Mie, or the martial artists in the martial arts world above the city.

Yang Yu's body shook, his long hair leaned back, and his eyes stinged to the extreme, as if blood was overflowing from the middle of his eyebrows.

I can't see the confrontation between the two again.

It was not until the terrifying mushroom clouds came from the earth and sky, hundreds of feet high, and after the light was slightly dimmed, I saw the figures like gods and demons, all of which were destroyed one after another!

It seems to be only one million in a moment, but it seems to be to the extreme.

The old demon's figure dissipated like smoke, one, two, and six were destroyed!

Strong and firm ~

It was like thousands of iron tools swaying.

In the eyes of the people who endured the glaring and severe pain, the figure of the old demon reappeared in the black fog that was floating like gray.

Buzz!

The six incarnations have become the only one. The aura of the old demon in Black Mountain has reached an unprecedented peak at this moment, and even surpassed Zhang Xuanba who was promoted by Wu Yun!

"I fight for one immortal with eight generations..."

After sighing leisurely, the old demon spread his arms wide, and the dark light burst out like a tide, and its color was blazing.

In less than a thousandth of a moment, the man was like an immortal, a demon, and a dark light. He cut beyond the past with a speed that exceeded the limit of his naked eyes.

The extremely powerful one is the Three Yin Demon-Slaying Sword:

"Brother Zhang, let's get on the road!"

Huh ~

The blazing fist light was dim at this moment, but Zhang Xuanba still had a breeze with his arm span, and his fist was wide open:

"You, no!"

Boom!

Outside the city, the waves of collisions are still echoing, and the earth-shaking blow is so terrifying.

On the top of the city, thousands of people lost their voices. Yang Yu looked at him and was so shocked that he could no longer peek into the outside world.

"Three thousand years of martial eternity..."

He saw a long river.

A surging river with no beginning or end, and I don’t know how vast and huge it is.

This is the long river of Wuyun for three thousand years since ancient times.

In a trance, he seemed to see a familiar figure in it, aura, Bodhidharma, a sloppy Taoist, fighting Foyinyue...

At this moment, it seemed as if all the figures of all the outstanding masters and masters of martial arts from ancient times to the present overlapped on Zhang Xuanba.

His life is so intense that it has never been before!

Boom!

The earth-shaking collision once again converged between the mountains and forests.

If there are waves flowing across the sky and flowing across the fields!

The terrifying collision was like a sun bursting out in this moment, and in just a moment, it had illuminated the dark sky with dark clouds.

The ripples that stirred like a tsunami were constantly spreading around the two of them.

Ripples, accompanied by strong light.

In the Hanbei City ten miles away, screams came from the cold monument, and their eyes were burned.

In front of the mountains and forests, cracks are everywhere on the snowfield, and no matter the plants, trees, soil and rocks, the air waves pass by, they are all filled with powder.

"Boy, look at my fist!"

A long roar overwhelmed the bursts of thunder and thunder.

At this moment, thousands of lights gathered together, and Zhang Xuanba's hair and beard were all open, showing off like the legendary golden-winged roc.

Still a domineering blow,

Still unparalleled fist intention.

Like the sun and the moon moving in the sky, the stars shifted. In the public eye, the three-yin demon-slaying sword that cut the sky was eclipsed, and the old monster with six bodies in one,

He was hit by a punch and flew hundreds of feet high from the ground, just like the Dark Moon King before, and it exploded!

"Montenegro……"

At this moment, everyone's mind was blank, as strong as the Red Sun Dharma King, and at this moment, he felt a sense of silence in all thoughts.

Is such a power really a Martial Saint?!

The world is silent, and all people are speechless.

Inside and outside the city walls, up and down the forests, the eyes of countless people meet at this moment, landing on the figure that is arrogant and domineering in the sky.

"Prince Zhao!"

The mountain and thunderous thunder were also exclaiming, and the moment he turned around, it completely disappeared.

Seven blood holes appeared on him at some point.

Limbs, eyebrows, temples on both sides...

The sticky blood flows like a pillar.

"when?!"

Everyone was stunned, including Yang Yu, under Tongyou, he clearly did not see the injury of Zhang Xuanba.

The seven blood holes suddenly appeared!

"You and I have both lost!"

At this time, the old demon sighed in the wild waves. His tone was filled with indescribable melancholy, bleak, and regret:

"If you bring eight thousand mysterious armors and phoenix wings to ask for gold, maybe..."

"Nail head, Seven Arrow Book!"

Wiping the blood flowing between his eyebrows, Zhang Xuanba raised his eyebrows. He looked south from afar, as if he had seen Dayan Mountain thousands of mountains.

I saw that phoenix winged horn and asked about gold:
Chapter completed!