Great Dao Ji

The seven great masters of the world gathered at Hanlong Inn!

When the wine was finished, they invited a fight!

On the third floor of Hanlong Inn, Pang Wanyang's clothes moved without wind, and his aura was as loud as a volcano that had been silent for tens of millions of years and was about to erupt.

In an instant, Hanlong Inn was shaken, and dust from the eaves and corners of the house 'rustled'.

Facing six of the world's top masters, they dared to challenge!

Outside Hanlong Inn, Madam Bailian in the vast yellow sand changed her expression. At the corner of the first floor, the proprietress who was fainting jumped up and shouted hysterically:

"Cook, man, why don't you come and lift me! My legs are numb!"

On the long table on the third floor, the expressions of several people changed.

The expressions of the Wheel King and the Moon Worshiping Master did not change, because they had never thought of challenging Pang Wanyang.

However, Yan Kuangtu put down his wine glass with a 'pop' sound, and his eyes suddenly became hot.

The long sword in Mu Qingfeng's hand hummed, making a low dragon roar.

The two of them wanted to fight to see the changes in the aura of heaven and man.

Yixiu sighed softly, and his aura as majestic as a mountain had locked everyone present.

Anyone who dared to move would face his thunderous wrath.

Everyone was attracted by his aura, and their auras also flourished, and they refused to give in.

Even the Moon Worshiper and the Wheel King, who didn't want to participate, had to join in the aura.

Boom!

The mighty aura rose into the sky like a real wolf smoke. The thick roof of the Hanlong Inn, which was thick enough to block the storm, was completely turned into powder with just one touch, and was blown away in the sky by the airflow.

Only An Qisheng sat still, his expression was calm, but there was a stream of light between his eyes, as if he was imprinting the scene in front of him.

Seven peaks gathered in a small building outside the Great Wall. This situation is unprecedented and may not be seen often in the future. For An Qisheng, it is extremely precious.

"Sixty years ago, Pang first came to Dafeng. In the past twenty years, he measured the world, learned from heaven and earth, and understood the extreme of the human body."

Facing the peerless masters who seemed to want to attack him, Pang Wanyang stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes shining like the golden sun, and slowly said:

"In the following twenty years, Pang really achieved the limit of human beings. In the past forty years, he has been the best in the world. He feels that the human body is limited, but the world is infinite. The real Taiyin is infinite, it is the world that is infinite, not the human body.

It is only now that I feel that the world is boundless and the world is infinite."

On the long table, the six people looked indifferent and looked at Pang Wanyang indifferently.

In the erratic air flow, his clothes fluttered and he commented on everyone:

"Mu Qingfeng, you watch the mountains and seas roll and the clouds unfold, the sun rises and the moon sets and you realize the truth. The sword light contains many changes in the world, and you have become the twenty-first sword. You can be called a peerless genius."

Mu Qingfeng's face was as gloomy as water, and the sound of the sword was gentle and soft, like a dragon surrounding.

"Yan Kuangtu, you rose from obscurity, traveled across the martial arts world, and laughed at the kings and princes of the world. Your Dapeng King Fist is unparalleled in the world, and you led the Dalongmen to dominate a state. You are truly a hero of the world."

Yan Kuangtu poured himself a drink and talked about it.

"Baiyue, you rarely fight with others in your life. You have sat on the top of the mountain for decades and realized the changes in the heart of heaven. You are not as good as Han Changgong in the general trend of people, the army, and the country, but you are the best in the world in your understanding of heaven and earth."

Zhenren Baiyue did not speak, but tapped the table with his fingers, and ripples appeared in his eyes.

"Zhuanlun, you have incorporated the power of the devil into Buddhism, and have become one with it. Your aura covers ten miles. Wherever your mind is, it is the Buddhaland. You are revered as a living Buddha by millions of people. Your spiritual cultivation is so profound that it is rare in the world."

Zhuanlun King raised one hand to his chest, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Ikkyu!"

"Everyone in the world says that you are the second best in the world. You have been surpassed by later generations one by one in the past two hundred years. But Pang knows that you were already famous in the world two hundred years ago, and then you retired bravely and became a monk in Huangjue Temple. You sat for two sixty years and finally became the way of the sun.

You sat for another two sixty years and became the sun Wuji. In this world, you are the first in masculinity and domineering!"

"Amitabha."

Facing Pang Wanyang's comments, Ikkyu finally raised his eyelids, and there seemed to be a sun that was about to rise in his turbid eyes.

If there is anyone in the world who is qualified to comment on these five great masters of the divine veins, it must be Pang Wanyang.

No one else is qualified except him.

Listening to his comments, An Qisheng slowly raised his eyebrows, and the ripples in the depths of his eyes slowly subsided.

"But you"

Pang Wanyang stood with his hands behind his back, his long hair and clothes flying together. His already tall body was as majestic as an unshakable sacred mountain at this time, and the sound of gold and jade colliding flowed into the void:

"No one is as good as me!"

No one is as good as me!

These four words are not so magnificent, but they contain the absolute confidence of Pang Wanyang who has been the number one in the world for decades.

In the third floor, the atmosphere condensed.

The smile of the Wheel King disappeared completely, Yixiu's eyelids trembled, the long sword in Mu Qingfeng's hand hummed as if it was about to slip out of his hand, the face of Baiyue Zhenren changed, and Yan Kuangtu's long eyebrows were raised

But, even if he was as arrogant as Yan Kuangtu and as arrogant as Mu Qingfeng, he had nothing to say for a while.

Because Pang Wanyang's status was truly earned by his own punches and kicks!

The throne of the world's number one was built up by the corpses and wronged souls of countless masters!

"So, you don't need to fight!"

Amidst the cold, indifferent, arrogant, and peaceful gazes, Pang Wanyang leaped up like a dragon ascending to the sky, his clothes fluttering, like a god descending from the clouds:

"You can come one by one, defeat you,

and then fight for the kingship!"

Boom!

The sky exploded, and the mighty sound waves hung down from the clouds in the sky, covering the sky.

As the air rolled and the sea of ​​clouds surged, Pang Wanyang stood with his arms raised, his breath surging, like the raging sea in a storm, with a mighty momentum.

In the infinite sky, dark clouds seemed to roll in!

It seemed that the celestial phenomena were changed!

The waiters, cooks, guests and the proprietress who was carried by several people who fled out of the Hanlong Inn all looked up at the sky in horror.

Can martial arts be cultivated to this level?

Is this still a human?

Looking at that figure, his mind was empty.

A towering mountain?

A sea that embraces all rivers?

Looking down on the four fields?

It seemed that all the adjectives in the world could be put on him, and it seemed that all the adjectives were not enough to describe his momentum.

The wind and sand of dozens of miles of heaven and earth stopped, as if they were pushed away by an endless and majestic force, wailing and fleeing.

All visible and invisible matter were fleeing from the figure that stood in the sky, as majestic as a god or demon.

Earth-shattering!

Until this moment, Pang Wanyang's words were still floating on the third floor of Hanlong Inn.

The expressions of several people were changing.

They all looked at An Qisheng at the same time.

There was no comment, but the eight words "defeat you first, then fight for the king's power" were enough.

No one would not understand the truth in Pang Wanyang's words.

"Amitabha!"

Ikkyu put his hands together, but his breath calmed down at once, as if brewing.

As his qi calmed down, the qi of others also calmed down, only Yan Kuangtu suddenly stood up, his breath rose like a wolf smoke piercing the sky.

"Old Pang, you are too arrogant!"

With a long whistle that pierced the sky and broke through the clouds, Yan Kuangtu opened his arms, and his body jumped up, like a roc flapping its wings, and jumped up, like a meteor pulling out a thousand feet of burning airflow, straight up to the clouds!

Go straight to Pang Wanyang!

An explosion!

The temperament is different!

If the previous Yan Kuangtu was just an old man who looked unruly, now he is like a king who looks down on the world.

He strides into the air like a dragon with its head held high, and wherever he passes, air currents burst and waves roll.

When he spreads his arms, he really looks like a roc flying to the sky!

At a glance, you can feel the fierce and unruly spirit!

Boom!

The air ripples, like the sea surface being discharged by him in waves.

The true energy surges, and the peak that rises in an instant is then bursting.

When his arms swing, he blasts out a powerful and domineering fist force torrent, which strikes Pang Wanyang in the sky.

Looking from below, it is like a long rainbow, piercing the sun.

It is the King of Peng's fist fighting the sky!

Two long roars.

One sound is like a Kun, swallowing the essence of heaven and earth.

A cry like a roc, a bloody battle in the sky.

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

The surging fighting spirit burned like a real flame.

Above the sky, Pang Wanyang stood tall, and the clouds in the sky surrounded him like a dragon, and the essence of the world seemed to be pouring into his body.

Seeing Yan Kuangtu soaring into the sky, he raised his arm and pressed it down.

Boom!

It seemed that the void and the world were sinking at this moment.

In the increasingly violent torrent, his golden and jade-like palm clenched, as if holding the void and the world in his palm.

Then, the majestic and vast fist force collapsed like a sacred mountain.

Like a rolling river pouring back.

Pressing down horizontally.

"Pang Wanyang!"

In the violent airflow, Yan Kuangtu let out another long roar, and the fighting spirit that had already reached the limit rose another three inches.

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

Boom!

The sky shook, and thousands of explosions resounded!

Bang!

After a collision, Pang Wanyang was hit from above and below, but his body did not move.

Yan Kuangtu, who had endured a strong blow, did not retreat!

"It's great, it's great!"

Yan Kuangtu laughed loudly, and his figure disappeared in the sky in an instant.

And the next moment, the sky was full of his figure!

Up,

Down,

Left,

Right,

Front,

Back!

For a moment, Yan Kuangtu's figure seemed to fill the sky, and one person's laughter seemed to turn into thousands of people laughing together.

The next moment, thousands of figures actually hit Pang Wanyang together!

Fists, palms, fingers, legs!

Thousands of figures threw thousands and tens of thousands of punches at once, breaking through countless clouds and winds.

It was like an overwhelming force, completely submerging Pang Wanyang!

"Good! Good! What a Yan Kuangtu, what a Dapeng King Fist!"

Facing the thousands of figures attacking together, Pang Wanyang's face also moved. After a sigh of praise, he clenched his fist and struck again!

This punch was empty and floating, seemingly very slow, but with just one strike, it seemed to hit in all directions at the same time.

It hit all the attacks coming from the side!

Boom!

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

It was like a mushroom cloud exploding in the sky, and the real gunpowder smoke spread for a few miles or dozens of miles!

It was like the collapse of the sky!

The huge momentum made many people outside the Hanlong Inn pale.

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

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

His movements were gentle and contained infinite beauty. He took a step into the sky without any haste, as if he was walking on flat ground, and had already crossed hundreds of feet in the sky.

Buzz~

A sword sounded like a tiger's roar or a dragon's roar.

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

The sword energy was like the roar of a thunder dragon, rolling into the sky!

With one sword, the raging and rolling airflow was cut apart.

The sword light was shimmering, but it contained an extreme edge. In just a moment, it had pulled out a sword mark hundreds of feet long in the sky, which lasted for a long time, as if it would last forever.

This sword really seemed to cut the sky and the earth apart!

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

Such a sword light, such a sword intent, such a magic sword!

"Sword One"

Looking at the sword mark of the word "one" written by a ghost in the sky, An Qisheng's eyes jumped.

Mu Qingfeng learned from Shanhai Yuntian and became the twenty-first sword. Each sword is the most top-notch sword technique in the world.

In the Jiufu Realm, if we only talk about swordsmanship, there is nothing better than the legendary Zhantian Swordsmanship.

"Mu Qingfeng!"

When the sword light soared into the sky like a dragon, a figure fell from the sky and shouted angrily.

It was Yan Kuangtu.

Yan Kuangtu spurted out a mouthful of black blood and fell a thousand feet. When he was only a hair away from falling into the vast sea of ​​sand, he stopped abruptly.

He looked at the sword light that spanned the sky and earth, and couldn't help but cursed:

"I'm not dead yet!"

Die in battle, die in battle, I'm not dead yet!

Yan Kuangtu shouted angrily and was about to rush into the sky, but he stepped into the air and stopped again.

For masters like them, life and death naturally cannot be determined in a short time, but the difference between winning and losing, one or two moves, and tens of millions of moves is not very big.

He seemed to have made a move at the moment, but he had already used the Dapeng King Fist.

Pang Wanyang took it hard, and he had already lost.

"Mu Qingfeng, let me see your progress!"

Above the sky, seeing a sword across the sky, Pang Wanyang sighed softly.

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

In just a moment, the consumption of his battle with Yan Kuangtu has been wiped out.

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

Facing the sword light, he did not dodge or evade, and his golden and jade-like fingers flicked the air flow and exploded, and then formed a fist again and smashed down.

It was still a punch.

But it was different from the punch that hit Yan Kuangtu horizontally. The strength was extremely condensed, as if the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a few miles was condensed between his fingers and palms.

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

Whether it was against Yan Kuangtu or Mu Qingfeng, he was unreserved, and once he made a move, he was full of strength.

This punch hit horizontally.

Like a Heavenly Sword, it also cut through the air currents in the sky, and heavily met Mu Qingfeng's sword that cut through the sky.

Boom!

When the fist and sword collided, there was a thunderous explosion first!

Then came the sound of thousands of metal clashing in the burning sky!

One sword seemed like thousands of swords!

Pang Wanyang's tall body seemed to be covered by infinite sword light, and his flesh and blood body was like fine steel, constantly colliding with the sword light!

As soon as the two of them took action, they had already launched an extremely fierce confrontation!

For a while, the sky was full of the sound of metal clashing and the sword light, as if the sky had become a sea of ​​swords.

After Sword One, Mu Qingfeng took another step, facing the strong wind like a knife light, shaking his arm, making a buzzing sound of the long sword, shaking the sword like a dragon, and actually speaking with the long sword:

"Sword Twenty-Two!"

With just one sword, Mu Qingfeng has abandoned all temptations and all preludes, and directly slashed out the strongest sword art that he had comprehended for many years, which was even better than Sword Twenty-One, which he had once held to dominate the world.

Sword Twenty-Two!

Buzz~

In an instant, the sword light was so strong that it temporarily covered all the light between heaven and earth.

In the sand sea thousands of feet away, Wu Liusan, who came with Zhao Tianfeng, looked up at the sky and couldn't help but exclaimed softly, lowering his head to cover Zhao Tianfeng's eyes.

Zhao Tianfeng was extremely shocked, and saw that under Wu Liusan's closed eyelids, there were actually two lines of blood and tears.

The eyes were actually stabbed by the sword energy!

Outside the Hanlong Inn, there were even more screams. The servants of the Hanlong Inn screamed one after another, throwing the proprietress to the ground and ignoring her. They rolled on the ground with their eyes covered.

This feeling was like a person who had not seen the light for decades, suddenly saw the strong light, and the pain was like being blinded.

"Brother Mu's swordsmanship has become more and more advanced. This sword should be the twenty-twoth sword."

On the third floor, An Qisheng, Baiyue Zhenren and others would naturally not be injured by the sword light, but they were still a little amazed when they saw this sword.

"Master Wang Quan, what do you think of this sword?"

After the Wheel King sighed softly, his eyes flickered and looked at An Qisheng.

An Qisheng was looking at the sky. Hearing this, he replied indifferently:

"You can't take it!"

The Wheel King smiled, nodded slightly, and sighed:

"Yes, you can't take this sword head-on."

It was like this when watching from a distance of thousands of feet.

Pang Wanyang, who was the first to bear the brunt, had his protective qi torn apart by the sword light in an instant!

At this moment, he opened his arms wide, and the invisible true qi burst out of his body in an instant. It was the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that he had swallowed before, and it burst out at this moment.

It was like a volcano that had accumulated for countless years erupting the hottest magma!

It melted the sword light that covered the sky and everywhere.

But the next moment, a three-foot-long sword pierced through the air wall that seemed to be real. The air wall that was comparable to the hardest material in the world was pierced like paper!

The three-foot-long sword was still as shimmering as autumn water, but at this moment it seemed to be coated with a layer of blood-red light, carrying a murderous aura that shook the world!

At this moment, even a strong man like Pang Wanyang felt that everything in front of him was pitch black.

The murderous intent contained in this sword has killed all the visible and invisible substances in the entire sky!

Including eyes!

Including no feeling!

Including his telepathy!

All perceptions, including this space, were "killed" by this sword!

Even Pang Wanyang finally felt a sense of crisis in his heart at this time.

"This sword"

Without thinking or feeling, without any perception, Pang Wanyang suddenly sighed.

He raised his hands and clenched them!

Boom!

Boom!

It seemed that two thunderbolts flashed by when he clenched his fists, sweeping away the golden light of the airflow.

Then,

At the moment when the long sword touched his body, he closed his fists, like two mountains colliding, like two meteors colliding.

Boom!

The extremely powerful true energy was detonated!

At the same time, the endless essence of heaven and earth emanating from Pang Wanyang's body was also detonated!

In an instant, in the eyes of An Qisheng and others, a mushroom cloud covering several miles exploded in the sky again, and the air flow was violently spreading in all directions.

A white figure fell from the sky with a broken sword.

The world-famous Taibai Sword was actually broken by Pang Wanyang's fists!

"Mu Xiaobailian!"

In the air, Yan Kuangtu raised his eyebrows, jumped into the air, and caught Mu Qingfeng.

Under the huge force, his body and the air rubbed violently and flew hundreds of feet before he stopped retreating.

But he suddenly laughed:

"Old Pang, you underestimated us, why are you so embarrassed now?"

His eyesight was very good.

Even from thousands of feet away, you could see that Pang Wanyang's figure was still standing, but his chest had been pierced by the long sword!

Mu Qingfeng's last move, the twenty-two swords, which was beyond his expectation, still cut him!

Just one line away, he could be killed!

"It's just one sword to cut mountains and rivers. Mu Qingfeng, you can be the hero in swordsmanship alone!"

In the sky, Pang Wanyang exclaimed.

The flesh and blood on his chest disappeared, and his heart could be seen beating in a sword mark.

But in a moment, as he opened his arms, his spirit and energy poured in, and his breath rose again.

"War Demon Heart Sutra!"

On the third floor, An Qisheng suddenly spoke.

Yixiu slowly stood up, put his hands together, nodded slightly and said: "Yes, the War Demon Heart Sutra! Pang Wanyang's War Demon Heart Sutra is by no means the best in the world, but under his deduction, it has already surpassed his predecessors.

With his current attainments, he will only become stronger with each battle, and the more injured he is, the more domineering his aura will be."

The reason why he allowed Mu Qingfeng and Yan Kuangtu to attack was that he felt the change in Pang Wanyang's aura and knew that unless he rushed forward and killed him completely, a round-robin battle would not only not hinder him, but would be of great benefit.

But even though he knew that he was looking for inspiration, not victory or defeat, he had no intention of joining forces with the two.

Similarly, whether it was Mu Qingfeng or Yan Kuangtu, there was no possibility of joining forces with anyone to fight the enemy.

"Master, why bother?"

Looking at Yixiu who stood up, An Qisheng suddenly spoke.

"What did the Taoist know?"

Ikyu lifted his foot slightly, and there seemed to be a real staircase in the air, which he stepped on, and he ascended to the sky step by step:

"The Taoist should know that this is the only chance for this old monk."

An Qisheng sighed.

People who live long often know a lot, such as Ikyu. Although he does not have the air-reading technique of Han Changgong, nor the divination method of Baiyue Zhenren, what he can see in the past three hundred years is definitely not comparable to the former two.

It is because of what he saw that he had to do it, because in the future, he would no longer have the courage to challenge the world's number one.

"Brother!"

At this time, the Wheel King suddenly stood up, also put his hands together, and bowed:

"Brother, I wish you a quick ascension to heaven!"

Baiyue Zhenren also felt something in his heart, and stood up and bowed.

Tap tap tap~~~

The old monk stepped up to the sky.

His body radiated golden light, which became brighter with every step he took. When he reached a height of a thousand feet and stood opposite Pang Wanyang, the light radiated from his body was like the golden sun.

Magnificent and vast, dazzling and sacred!

From a distance, in the outline of the light comparable to the golden sun, it seemed that a large Buddha sitting cross-legged in the sea of ​​clouds could be seen.

The Buddha sat in the sky for nine days, but he was not out of this world. Instead, the lingering sea of ​​clouds seemed to have become fireworks on earth, and the Buddha set off seemed to be a Buddha in the mortal world.

At this time, the old monk, who was old, dry, thin and short, had a breath like a mountain, pressing across the sky for dozens of miles.

Even though they were thousands of feet away in the sky, they all felt depressed and had difficulty breathing for a while.

"Amitabha!"

In the brilliant golden light, the old monk Ikkyu clasped his hands and chanted a Buddhist name.

At this time, he was still very old, but in Pang Wanyang's eyes, this old monk seemed to be made of gold and iron. The powerful true energy accumulated over three hundred years penetrated the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a dozen miles, crisscrossing.

Even a truly majestic mountain may not be comparable to what he is today.

"I still underestimate you. Your yang and strong energy is enough to dominate the world. After nearly three hundred years of practice, it is really earth-shattering!"

Pang Wanyang looked calm.

How long is three hundred years?

Dafeng is only two hundred years old. An old monk who has lived longer than the dynasty, even if his talent is not top-notch, can never be underestimated after practicing day and night for three hundred years.

Looking at the old monk, he said:

"I'll win two games first. The momentum has begun. You should take action first!"

The Heart Sutra of Fighting Demons is the culmination of the scriptures written by the sages of the Demon Fusion Sect. It was created as he measured the world and became the best in the world for decades. He was the best at building up his momentum. He played two games one after another, even though he was almost pierced through the heart with a sword.

But his condition at this time is better than before.

"More than two hundred years ago, the old monk killed countless lives and committed too many sins. After he lost his hair, he became more and more displeased with the art of killing. Because he didn't like it, he gradually forgot about it and no longer knew it."

The old monk Yixiu let out a long sigh and said:

"Four years have passed. Old monk, I have forgotten all the unique skills of Huangjue Temple. I have forgotten the demon-slaying sword and the killing fist that were once rampant. I also forgot the lion's roar a few days ago.

It's a pity that the old monk is too concerned about life and death, and there is still one golden bell that he has summed up and has never forgotten."

His voice was still loud, but there seemed to be no trace of true energy in it. It was just that his voice was louder.

Pang Wanyang's pupils shrank, and a solemn look appeared on his face.

In the Hanlong Inn, An Qisheng, Zhenren Worshiping the Moon, and Kuangyan Yan disciple Mu Qingfeng in mid-air all felt their hearts skip a beat.

No one expected that this old monk would dare to challenge Pang Wanyang to a fight after forgetting all his martial arts skills!

As his voice drifted, Ikkyu clasped his hands together and stepped forward:

"Thank you, Demon Lord, for forgetting this method for the sake of the old monk!"

"good!"

Looking at Ikkyu walking forward, Pang Wanyang stepped forward, and with a long roar, he raised his arms high, pinched the heavy cloud flow with his five fingers, wrapped up the majestic true energy, and slammed into Ikkyu like a hammer!

when! !

It seemed like the Huangjue Bell in Huangjue Temple, which weighed tens of millions of kilograms, was rung!

Layers of strong winds accompanied by powerful infuriating energy rolled and spread in all directions.

The mighty sound waves spread in all directions and could be heard for hundreds of miles!

Buzz~

The golden light trembled like a substance.

No one can forcefully take Pang Wanyang's full punch, not even for a rest!

In the slightly scattered golden light, Ikkyu's body trembled, and drops of blood dripped from his mouth and nose.

"Please ask the Demon Lord to help the old monk forget this method!"

After trembling slightly, Ikkyu stepped forward again, blood dripping, and the divine light in his cloudy eyes became even brighter.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

After one hammer blow, Pang Wanyang's long hair flew into the air and his clothes swayed like a bellows.

He said three words in a row, and as he stepped, the powerful Qi condensed again, forming a fist seal as big as a mile, and hit the golden light in the sky heavily!

This time, he won't spare any effort!

Boom!

It was like thousands of thunders exploding together!

In the vicious Zhongbo air current, Pang Wanyang clenched his fist again, and the fist mark like a meteor struck across the sky again!

boom!

boom!

Once launched, Pang Wanyang never held back, punching harder and harder every time, and the momentum became louder and louder each time.

In just a blink of an eye, he had already been punched twelve times in a row!

Every time he was hit by a punch, Ikkyu's body was shaken, and blood flowed from his mouth, nose, eyes, ears, and seven orifices.

After twelve punches, his cassock was already soaked in blood!

"Not enough!"

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, muttering to himself.

"What a golden bell"

Amid the raging wind, Pang Wanyang looked serious and spat out every word.

He had never seen anyone able to take thirteen punches from him without dying, and he was filled with admiration in his heart.

Three hundred years of undefeated true power, there is probably no one else in the world with such terrifying power.

boom!

Thousands of wind dragons roared across the ten-mile sky, and the essence of heaven and earth poured into Pang Wanyang's body, replacing the power of the human body with the power of heaven and earth.

With just one step, fist marks filled the sky.

Like thousands of horses galloping, like thousands of arrows like rain, like stars falling from the sky, it instantly completely enveloped Yixiu shrouded in golden light!

Boom!

The world seems to have lost its color at this moment!

The high-hanging clouds had long been gone, and the majestic golden light was also dissipated at this moment. Thousands of golden lights were floating in the sky, as if golden rain was falling all over the sky.

"One break"

Inside Hanlong Inn, in mid-air, the eyes of An Qisheng and others were all focused on the golden light that scattered like rain.

"There will never be another one in this world who punches me one hundred and twenty times."

Pang Wanyang clenched his fists and stood up straight, his face showing respect for the first time and a little regret:

"It's a pity that you didn't seize that fleeting idea, and I never saw it."

In the dissipated golden light, blood fell like rain, but it was no longer possible to distinguish the golden light from the blood.

One hundred and twenty punches have destroyed his three hundred years of martial arts cultivation and completely shattered his golden bell.

At this point, I am truly alone.

Yixiu, who looked like a bloody man, still clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to Pang Wanyang.

Sighing sadly:

"All actions are impermanent, and what is alive must come to an end. If there is no birth, there will be no death. This cessation is the most blissful."

As his words drifted, his body, together with the golden light and blood rain, was blown away into the sky.

Between the dissipating air currents, Pang Wanyang was silent for a moment, then bowed and saluted:

"Daoyou, have a good trip"

When~~~

Ixiu died.

Thousands of miles away in Zhongzhou Huangjue Temple, the Huangjue bell that had just been hung up again with great effort suddenly rang out long sounds.

The bell echoed, shaking the entire Huangjue Temple.

"Ancestor, have a good journey"

In front of the martial arts stage, Sankong, Sanyin, Sanmu and other great monks seemed to have known it for a long time, with sad faces, and clasped their hands together and bowed to the Huangjue bell.

"Brother, ascend to paradise soon"

On the third floor, the Wheel King bowed deeply.

He and Ixiu had never had a friendship, and even had resentment, but at this moment, he only had respect and sighs in his heart.

Seeking the truth until death is as hard as iron.

You are, and so am I.

"Three hundred years, Master, you have not lost."

Zhenren Baiyue also sighed.

Even though I had expected this scene, I still sighed in my heart when I saw it with my own eyes.

"Master Ikkyu, goodbye!"

An Qisheng held up the wine glass from a distance and poured the wine into the air.

Turning around, he looked at the sky.

At the same time, Pang Wanyang lowered his eyes.

"Fight?"

"Fight!"

This is the only chapter today. I wrote it in one breath until half past ten and I haven't finished my meal yet. For your hard work, can you support me?