In an instant, the mountain god temple turned into a Shura field!

The murderous intent burst out in an instant made Li Feibai and others tremble in the corner.

"Me, my hammer..."

Yuan San let out a painful moan. His pair of hammers made of cold iron had already been completely torn apart between the sword lights!

God knows how long he saved up for this pair of hammers, but it was completely destroyed.

Huh huh huh huh huh ~~~

The air current burst and burst.

The invisible airflow was pierced by a qualitative flying sword.

An Qisheng's eyes rippled in a rippling light, and he commented plainly:

"The flying sword technique? It's just flashy but not real!"

boom!

Around him, the invisible airflow suddenly shattered.

Within three feet, all the system of objects was repelled by infinite powerful forces, and only the flying sword was buzzing and trembling, and its speed was not diminishing, and it pierced straight into the middle of the eyebrows.

Huh ~

As the force was swept, An Qi spear stabbed flat, facing the seventeen swords of Feng Zhen Sect.

The other hand hanging beside him suddenly raised to the center of his eyebrows, and suddenly poked out in an inability to escape, and the five fingers bounced, causing substantial ripples.

It was like playing the pipa, fiddling in the void.

Buzz ~

The actual airflow was leaping on An Qisheng's fingertips like ropes. After holding the pill, the strength reached the whole body. The fingertips and hair were all powerful weapons for killing people. A random snap of the finger was enough to knock the elephant to death on the spot.

And at this moment, it’s more than just a snap of your fingers?

Dang ~

I heard a crisp sound of gold and iron collision from the violent whistling airflow.

But when you listen carefully, you can know that it is not a snap of your fingers, but dozens or hundreds of collisions sounded at this moment!

Bang!

As the Qi was storming, the flying sword flew backwards, and was poked out three feet in front of him, buzzing and wailing.

Dong Tianyou's face changed from outside the mountain temple, as if he was hit hard. He took three steps back and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Of course, his technique of flying swords was not the technique, but the long sword was nourished with the true energy for many years to reach the level of driving the arm.

In the past, he was mostly urging his flying sword technique when others were restrained. He was quick and quick, and he was invincible for sneak attacks and assassination. It was the first time he was bounced away with empty hands!

Boom!

The flying sword flew out, and before An Qisheng could make a complete blow to shatter it, the powerful palm power that was surging like a river was already rolling in.

With the extremely powerful palm force whistling, Tieshan, who had already pushed far behind An Qisheng several feet away, felt his breathing not smoothly, and his face was a little distorted under the strong wind!

Under the strong wind, his head was full of white hair and flames flying. However, An Qisheng's expression did not change at all, and the spear that was extending flatly did not move.

But the left hand that had just bounced the flying sword swung slightly in the void, his palm changed, and then pushed forward.

At present, An Qisheng has been tempered by martial arts in both worlds, and his fist and palm techniques have reached a level of great ingenuity.

Whether it is the internal martial arts such as Tai Chi, Bagua, Xingyi, the ancient family's Xinyiquan on Xuanxing, the pictographic boxing, dragon and elephant attack, etc., the killing and fighting martial arts in the army, or the various boxing routines in the long floating world, they have already followed their hearts.

The ever-changing style is still this style of "Nan Tianmen"!

Boom!

The seventh level of palm power instantly stagnated.

Yun Tang's expression changed suddenly.

His terrifying palm power, which was superimposed on seven levels, was enough to blow a city wall into powder, and he seemed to hit a towering sacred mountain, and he couldn't move forward!

Boom!

The earth shakes!

The dust rose up in the sky, and all the objects in the mountain temple were shattered in this collision!

Hurry ~

In just a moment, the beams of the Mountain Temple were broken, the roof was broken, and the surrounding walls collapsed and broke into pieces with the ground.

Immediately, the wind was blown away in the boundless night sky by the storm of evil.

Yun Tang's surging palm power, which was superimposed on the seventh level, had already burst out under the power that reached its limit!

And the palm that was now endlessly terrifying in his eyes was mixed with the terrifying palm power that was scattered and shattered slowly!

It is said that it is coming slowly, but in fact, this palm is almost at its peak!

What made Yun Tang even more distorted was that the airflow that had been discharged from An Qisheng's palm suddenly poured backwards at this moment, forming an extremely terrifying binding force, and dragging his body toward him.

Crashing towards the terrifying palm!

"So strong? So strong!!!"

Yun Tang's face shook wildly and finally felt the crisis of death.

This palm, whether it is momentum, strength, skills, or will, has reached an extremely perfect fusion, and is a peak that he cannot overcome at this time!

fear!

fear!

Endless horror arises in my heart.

Yun Tang, who had no help in his palm, roared in anger, and his true energy penetrated his body. Under the edge of life and death, he finally completely ran away!

He stepped under his feet and took advantage of the broken and collapsed earth. As the surging true energy gushed out, his speed rushed forward even more violently!

Don’t retreat, but advance!

His palms rose up in front of him, and he made thousands of changes, which eventually turned into his unique skill of becoming famous.

With the palm of a storm, the Nantian Gate, which is like a mountain moving, is majestic and unshakable.

Under the great oppression of life and death, Yun Tang's entire spirit was condensed on one palm. In a trance, his soul rose into the air and felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

"I've made a breakthrough in palm techniques?"

Yun Tang couldn't help but feel a little joy.

But the next moment, his eyes widened and he felt an unparalleled terrifying force!

That is the physical strength without any internal energy, pure to the extreme!

It is extremely pure and extremely terrifying power!

"No!"

Yun Tang's heart trembled wildly, the corners of his eyes suddenly burst, and the blood arrows were thrown into the flow of the wind.

At this moment, time seemed to be slowing down to its limit.

Yun Tang saw very clearly that the power of the storm palms that were stacked with his hands had collapsed inch before the flesh palm, as if a cone was nailed into a big rock.

It seemed like the heavy waves were blocked by the stone.

His palm power and his hands were shattered under the force that reached its limit.

Flesh and flesh are mud!

The moment he contacted, Yun Tang could no longer feel the existence of his palm.

Then, he saw that the palm crossing the void and slapped heavily on his forehead with an irresistible domineering attitude.

"The palm technique is pretty good, but unfortunately the strength is dispersed, it is too big and inappropriate!"

In the last moment, Yun Tang heard a plain comment.

Not bad?

Yun Tang wanted to laugh miserably, but he could not even feel his face.

Because his head is gone.

"Yun Tang!!!"

Feng Zhenzong, who was stabbing straight at the sword, was so angry that his eyes were roaring.

He is closest to him and can see it the most clearly.

Under that palm, Yun Tang's huge head was already shattering like a watermelon.

Red and white splashes!

But the sound he made only echoed in his own ears, because the moment the spear stabbed in front of him, all the air and all the air flow were shattered again, and the only medium for his voice to convey was his own muscles and bones!
To be continued...