At first glance, you can feel that fierce and rebellious aura!

boom!

The air rippled, and it was discharged from big waves like the sea.

The true energy was surging, and it rose to its peak in an instant, and then it became thriving.

Between swinging his arms, a powerful and domineering torrent of fist force was bombarded, and he struck Pang Wanyang in the sky and left.

Looking from bottom to top, it is like a long rainbow passing through the sun.

It is the battle of Dapeng King's Fist!

Two long whistles.

A sound like a Kun, a whale swallows the essence of heaven and earth.

A sound like a roc, fighting bloody battles in the nine heavens.

At this moment, Yan Kuangtu had already raised his divine will, true energy, and fighting spirit to the highest level!

The surging fighting spirit burned like a substance like flames.

Above the sky, Pang Wanyang stood in shape, clouds flowing around him like dragons, and the essence between heaven and earth seemed to be pouring back into his body.

Seeing Yan Kuangtu rise up in the air, he pressed his arms down.

boom!

It seems that the void world sinks down at this moment.

In the increasingly violent flow, his golden and jade-like palms were clenched, as if holding the void heaven and earth in his palm.

Then, the vast and vast fist power collapsed like the Shenyue.

It is like a rolling river of heaven and water.

Press down horizontally.

"Pang Wanyang!"

Amid the air flow, Yan Kuangtu let out another long roar, and his fighting spirit, which had already reached its limit, rose by three inches.

The next moment, the two fists collided, like the earth and the moon collided!

Boom!

The sky shook, and thousands of sounds erupted in an instant!

Bang!

In a collision, Pang Wanyang hit him above and below, and his body remained motionless.

Yan Kuangtu, who suffered a powerful blow, did not retreat!

"Happy, happy!"

Yan Kuang Tu laughed heroically, and his figure disappeared into the sky in an instant.

And the next moment, his figure was already everywhere in the sky!

superior,

Down,

Left,

right,

forward,

back!

For a moment, Yan Kuangtu's figure seemed to be filled with the sky, and one person smiled like a thousand people laughed together.

The next moment, thousands of figures actually rushed towards Pang Wanyang!

Fist, palm, fingers and legs!

Thousands of figures shot thousands or tens of thousands of punches in an instant, shaking through countless winds of clouds.

It was overwhelming, completely submerging Pang Wanyang!

"Okay! OK! What a Yan Kuangzhe, what a great Peng King Fist!"

Facing the attack of thousands of figures, Pang Wanyang's face also moved. After admiring, he clenched his fists and hit him again!

This punch was empty and fluttering, seemingly extremely slow, but with just a moment, it seemed to hit all directions at the same time.

Attack all attacks that came across!

Rumble!

The next moment, the air flow visible to the naked eye was seen in the sea of ​​clouds, like thousands of wind and dragons trampling on the sky, rushing from all directions.

It was like a cloud of mushrooms exploding in the sky, and the actual smoke spreads for no time or dozens of miles!

It's like the sky collapses!

The huge momentum made many people outside Hanlong Inn look like earthy.

On the third floor, the eyes of several people were also condensed.

At the same time, Mu Qingfeng had already stepped out of the air.

His movements were gentle and contained infinite beauty. He walked into the sky without any panic. He was like walking on flat ground, and had already crossed hundreds of feet in the sky.

Buzz ~

A sword sound like a tiger's roar like a dragon's roar was heard.

A three-foot long sword with blue color and scattered with autumn water patterns was already raised to the sky.

The sword energy rolled into the air like a thunder dragon roaring!

With a sword, the rolling airflow was cut open.

The sword was shimmering, but it contained the ultimate sharpness. In just a moment, a sword mark that was hundreds of feet long had been pulled out in the sky, which would not dissipate for a long time, as if it would last forever.

This sword really seemed to have cut the world open!

In the yellow sand, outside Hanlong Inn, everyone who saw this scene was shocked.

Such sword light, such sword intent, such divine sword!

"Jianyi..."

Looking at the sword marks of the word "一" written by a ghost and god in the sky, An Qisheng's eyes thundered.

Mu Qingfeng mastered the mountains, seas, and clouds, and formed twenty-one swords. Each sword is the best sword technique in the world.

In the Jiufu Realm, only the sword technique was discussed, except for the legendary sword technique of the Sky-Slaying Sword Technique, there was nothing that could be seen.

"Mu Qingfeng!"

When the sword light was like a dragon soared into the sky, a figure fell from the sky and let out an angry shout

But it was Yan Kuangtu.

Yan Kuangtu spewed out a mouthful of black blood, falling thousands of feet, and when he was only one thread away, he stopped forcibly.

He looked at the sword light that was circling the world and couldn't help but curse:

"I'm not dead yet!"

Death in battle, death in battle, I am not dead!

Yan Kuangzhe shouted angrily and was about to rush to Changtian, but he took a step in the air and stopped.

If they are fighting with masters like them, life and death will naturally not be distinguished in a short time, but the difference between victory and defeat, one move and two moves is not very big.

He seemed to have used the moment of his hand, but he had already used the Great Peng King Fist.

Pang Wanyang ate it, but he had already lost.

"Mu Qingfeng, let me see your growth!"

Above the sky, Pang Wanyang sighed softly.

With a sigh, his body seemed to have become a black hole, swallowing the essence of heaven and earth, as if the sky was helping it.

In just a moment, his consumption of Yan Kuangzou's battle was wiped out.

Even with the power of victory, the momentum is three points higher.

Facing the sword light, he did not dodge or avoid it. His fingers like golden jade flashed and blew, and he fucked again and smashed it down.

Still a punch.

But it is different from the punch that hit Yan Kuangzou. Its strength is extremely condensed, and it seems that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a few miles is condensed between his fingers.

The flesh and blood body actually burst out with a sharp light like a slash of gold and iron!

Whether he was fighting against Yan Kuangtu or Mu Qingfeng, he was completely unreserved. He tried his best to do it.
To be continued...