Tripod Reverses the Heaven

The ancient wind blocked Pang Jun's head, attracted a cry of surprise, and then launched a counterattack with "return wind and fallen leaf palm".

Pang Jun failed to strike and resolutely withdrew, but the shadow of the ancient style was like a shadow. The sound of "clang" was heard continuously. The palm shadow of the ancient wind was flickering, and the figure was like a ghost. Pang Jun was gradually in the disadvantage and had only the power of parry.

"Ah... You completely angered me, limitless blasting chop!" Seeing that he was about to lose, Pang Jun began to go crazy. He was covered with black silk, and his momentum began to rise rapidly.

"Die!" Pang Jun, who was in a rage, cleaved ten knives in a row. The strength of the knives was as strong as the surging river, one after another, one wave higher than the other. Come here with the momentum of Mount Tai. If you don't cut your opponent, you swear not to rest.

"Just in time! Fallen leaves, flying flowers, flying catkins all over the sky! " The ancient wind also lost his temper, his whole body was agitated with mana, wrapped his whole body, and his body suddenly drifted.

"Sonorous!"

"Qiang Qiang!"

Countless palms immediately hit the oncoming blade, making bursts of metal impact, and there were sparks splashing.

During this period, Gu Feng's face was a little heavy. He felt that Pang Jun's knife strength was really strong. If he hadn't been refined for many times, he would definitely suffer a heavy loss.

"Good! This boy is really a plastic talent. If he were someone else, his arm would have been cut off. " Seeing such a wonderful duel, the elders on the high platform expressed heartfelt admiration.

Bai Changlao just stroked his beard with a smiling hand and didn't say a word.

"Take me five more knives!" Pang Jun shouted loudly and then split five knives in a row.

As soon as the five swords came out, there was a sudden strong wind on the battle platform, flying sand and stones, and the essence of heaven and earth came together rapidly, splitting the ancient wind, which was very frightening.

"This son's talent is rare. Few disciples can practice this Sabre technique to such an amazing level." An elder commented that it was obvious that Pang Jun's performance won their recognition.

"Yes, if nothing happens, the little boy will be defeated! Pang Jun deserves special attention. " Another elder agreed. He was also very optimistic about Pang Jun's potential.

Of course, Bai Changlao heard their conversation. Bai Changlao was not angry. He just smiled and said, "you are too arbitrary, and then look down.

In the face of the general trend of heaven and earth, the ancient wind has no hard resistance. He also shouted: "swing the willows in the wind!"

The ancient wind's body suddenly became lighter and floated back and forth in the strong wind, just like the willow twig swinging in the wind. He could not touch his body in the strong wind, rainstorm, flying sand and stones.

"Good!" The white elder in the middle took the lead in cheering and squinted at the two elders who were just talking big. Its meaning was self-evident.

"The boss is invincible!" The old style's attendants cheered loudly at the same voice, which attracted countless disciples to follow.

"Eat my last knife - cut with infinite anger!"

At this time of the battle, Pang Jun was completely angry. He rarely used this move. Once he was about to come out, it meant the end of the battle.

Limitless thirty-six sabres. One Sabre is strong, and the thirty sixth Sabre is used, and no one can stop it.

His body jumped high and red light rushed to the sword. This was his anger, which was poured into the sword.

The sabre glows with flames. It is full of unparalleled ferocity. People watching the war change color.

"Condense my soul and cut it!" The last knife, which had been ready for a long time, was finally cut down. The battle platform was suddenly shocked by wind and thunder. The infinite general trend of heaven and earth came and cut off the ancient wind's head.

"Good! This is the real strength of elder martial brother pangjun. " Pang Jun's supporters finally roared. Before, Pang Jun had been in a weak position, and their hearts were also full of fire.

The supporters of the ancient style were surprised, and some even thought eagerly: flash, flash!

However, the ancient wind in the center of the storm was shocked to find that he could not dodge. This knife seemed to have locked him. No matter how he dodged, he could not escape this knife.

It's too old to think. This knife will arrive in an instant. Then he shouted, "the wind returns to the soul!"

In an instant, countless ghosts appeared on the battle platform. Some of those ghosts threw their teeth and claws at the falling sabre, blocking the power of splitting. The other part went directly into Pang Jun's head, which meant to affect his mind.

Sure enough, Pang Jun was immediately recruited. Just now he was full of ferocity and anger. At this time, his body was obviously dull for a moment. Finally, the general trend of heaven and earth that gathered together suddenly disappeared, and the anger beating on the sabre disappeared.

This move is actually a mental attack to lay a good foundation for the next move. After many studies, the ancient style finally found its true meaning.

I saw him continue to drink: "falling leaves return to their roots!"

The falling leaves disappeared, the floating palms disappeared, the willow branches swinging back and forth and the devil ghosts disappeared, and all kinds of Dharma were finally turned into a palm and directly hit Pang Jun's chest.

Bang!

Poof!

Poof poof!

Pang Jun's figure suddenly flew upside down, and the gushing blood pulled up a long arc“ With a "jingle", his sword dropped off and fell to the platform. And he himself passed out, "Dong" fell into the crowd.

Quiet!

Absolutely quiet, silent. At this time, tens of thousands of people on the scene did not make a sound. Everyone held their breath and stayed for a long time.

"Good!" I don't know who took the lead in yelling. Suddenly, countless disciples followed and cheered. The atmosphere at the scene reached the highest and trendy.

At this time, the elder on the high platform also reacted. He saw a man get up in an instant and shouted, "come on, look at the evaluation?"

In the final analysis, the grand meeting was held to select truly gifted disciples. Although Pang Jun was defeated, he was still an object worthy of key training. These elders didn't want him to have anything to do.

The elder quickly flew to the place where Pang Jun fell, held Pang Jun in his arms, investigated carefully, and finally put down his heart.

"Although the viscera are greatly damaged and the sternum is broken, there is still a breath."

"The boss is powerful, long live the boss, and the power of the boss is invincible!" There was still thunderous applause under the stage. It was an ancient glory.

After defeating Pang Jun, the ancient style was restrained. In the face of such a voice, he showed a simple smile, waved to the audience and shouted, "senior brothers and sisters, I am your little junior brother - ancient style."

Gu Feng was afraid that others would not know his name. He waved his small hand and reported to himself. His majesty disappeared.