Chapter 632: The battle must be the first to Pang Wenlong

The Red Sun Palm hit the penis for more than ten miles, like a long red gold rainbow that penetrated the sun. Wherever it passed, the surging black fog was divided into two, and it was extremely domineering and violent.

On the nine-story boat, even if there is a Thousand Eyes Master, Yunye Mountain is in front, Wang Jin, Wu Yingxing and others are still very frightened.

The strength and will of this palm are enough to shock any great master in the world.

"Martial arts have reached this point, and it is no less than any Taoist technique."

The Thousand Eyes Master's eyelids trembled, and only one strand of His true spirit was broken and it was hard to cast the divine palace again, but His vision was still there, and this palm was really extraordinary even in His eyes.

"It's a pity that it's hard to raise a real dragon in shallow water. Without the best divine patterns, it's not as good as Taoist techniques."

Yun Yeshan just sneered and had already activated the "nine-story building" under him.

The nine-story building was his car during his lifetime. Even though most of the destruction and internal dimensions were destroyed, it was still among the divine treasures. In terms of grade, it was still above the Tianyun Xuan Soldier.

boom!

The nine-story boat trembled slightly, without any fancy things, just a simple trembling. The whole strange land and even the land within a hundred miles nearby were shocked.

The next moment, the palm print was slapped on the tower ship.

boom!

It was like a big sun suddenly exploded, and the light and heat of life burst into an instant.

In an instant, the inside and outside the imperial capital was covered with whiteness. Not to mention an ordinary warrior, even Li Yuan, who was concentrating and meticulous, felt that his eyes were dark and his mind was blank.

The collision beyond the unity realm, even with strange fog separation, the thick walls of the imperial capital city were trembling violently, and countless huge cracks were cracked.

After the momentary distortion of the five senses, Li Yuan was highly focused and saw the heavy city walls bumpy and smoke and dust everywhere. Some warriors who were brave enough to come here to watch the battle either fell down to the top of the city or were blown into the city.

Outside the city wall, a red sun hangs high in the sky, and the light and heat emits, resisting the weird black fog that cannot resist the expansion.

In the strange land, the tower ship made a long trembling sound, and Pang Wenlong's terrifying big sun red sun palm only left a shallow palm mark on the tower ship.

"Good ship, good ship!"

The roar of wind whistled and shook his clothes. Pang Wenlong, who had no help in one blow, was not angry, and his eyes were very bright when he looked at the nine-story boat:

"If I swallowed it by the Duntianzhou, the trip of Li will be even smoother!"

call!

Pang Wenlong rushed into the strange land and headed straight for the boat. The red and golden true energy flowed around him and burst out with his fists and feet.

Li Yuan is familiar with the hundred martial arts, and you can see at a glance that apart from the Chiyang Palm, there is no trace of martial arts in Pang Wenlong's fists and feet, but the huge force bursting out in his every move is enough to make people scary.

With just one punch and one kick, the strange armored soldiers who had been culled down from the nine-story boat burst into black mist and rolled.

At the height of the tower, Yunyeshan looked indifferent, his fingers flew, and he didn't know what handprints he was pinching. Every time he took a handprint, the black fog in the strange land surged three points, slapped at Pang Wenlong like a storm.

Thousands of soldiers rose and fell with the black fog, not afraid of life and death.

The Thousand Eyes Master showed the Thousand Eyes Dharma, and his eyes were as radiant as thousands of magic swords shot, leaving behind hideous traces in the strange land.

"It feels so good that someone is pushing in front of you."

Li Yuan was slightly calmer. Looking at Pang Wenlong who was fighting alone in the strange land, he suddenly understood why he could convince several Dao Sects.

As recorded in the "Book of Taizu of the Great Luck", Pang Wenlong must take the lead in every battle, and often walks alone in dangerous places, and is extremely generous. After establishing a country, he even ruled the world with his sects.

If someone else had cultivated into a divine palace, it would be impossible to suppress several great Dao Sects with just a few words.

"kill!"

Long Yingchan and others were slowing down for a half beat. After reacting, they all rushed into the strange land and met Wang Jin, Wu Yingxing and others, Tiancan Taoist, and Bald Monk stayed beside Li Yuan.

Zen Master Dading clasped his hands together and stood between dozens of burning fragrant cauldrons.

Xin Culture, Douyue and other Taoist sects did not get close to each other, and they watched the battle from afar, or evacuated people in the city.

"Old Pang is far superior to Lord Long Dao and others in the use of spiritual stars. As for martial arts, there is no trace of martial arts, but that all martial arts have returned to nature and are integrated into the fists and feet."

"Qi and spirit combine to enter the Tao. True energy can interact with heaven and earth and transform into true energy, and can also nourish the soul and generate the divine realm, combine the realm, and the three elements of the essence, energy and spirit are united, and the divine realm follows in every move..."

"The realm of the Divine Palace is more like integrating spirits into oneself. When the two are separated, they are divided, and when they are combined, they are like one. Therefore, all flying in the sky and hiding in the earth are harmonious and free, and every move is true! "

Li Yuan's eyes were shiny and he was fascinated by the sight.

After changing the changes to all forms, his own talents are close to the celestial star level, and with the blessing of many mysterious soldiers, he is no different from the real god-demon-level genius.

The battle that ordinary warriors and even grandmasters could not perceive clearly seemed to be in front of him, but instead made the inspiration in his heart surge.

"Senior Pang is worthy of being the Taizu of the Great Luck."

Taoist Tiancan stroking his hands and exclaimed that he had already prepared to fight and even die before he came, but he didn't want to fight until this time, so he didn't even need to take action.

Even though there was a strange situation, Pang Wenlong still used his own strength to restrain the Thousand Eyes Master and Yun Yeshan, and his own strength to block the expansion of this strange situation.

As for other masters in the court, even with the help of strange things, they were still beaten by Long Yingchan and Taoist Yuan Qing in a very embarrassing manner.

The outcome seems to be decided.

"These tripods..."

Taoist Tiancan glanced at the dozens of fragrant cauldrons beside Zen Master Dading. It is necessary to know who this ceremony was left for without thinking.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Li Yuan was shocked and suddenly looked up.

The wind was howling in the sky above the Imperial Capital City, and as the clouds and mist surging, a huge black dragon flashed from it, and its huge dragon claws poked out and pressed towards the top of the city.

"Mo Long!"

"It's the rush of thousands!"

Li Yuan's reaction was quick, the bald monk and the Tiancan Taoist reacted very quickly. The two looked at each other, and the bald monk protected Li Yuan behind him.

The Taoist Tiancan shook his sleeves and jumped up with his sword. In just one moment, the sword energy he was swallowing and spitting out had already slashed the ferocious dragon claws.

"laugh!"

As soon as the sword fell, the dragon claws immediately split into two, but the ink dragon just roared, and a black air surged out. The dragon claws that were cut off immediately grew out and grabbed the Tiancan Taoist again.

The dragon claw that was cut off rolled in the air and turned into a black dragon with an arm thickness and slaughtered down again. Its speed was extremely fast and as sharp as a flying sword.

"This beast?"

Tiancan Taoist's eyelids twitched.

He had had a fight with Wan Zhuliu decades ago. At that time, the black dragon did not have the ability, but he was only shocked and rushed forward with his sword again.

boom!

Boom!

Thunder sounded in the sky, and one man and one dragon fought fiercely. For a moment, sword lights, black fog, and dragon roars were everywhere.

"Will the spiritual image undergo such a great transformation after the sacred palace is forged?"

Zen Master Dading frowned.

Taoist Tiancan is a great master who has accumulated years. Although he was severely injured by Wan Zhuliu for decades, his skills are not much inferior to those of Long Yingchan, and Taoist Yuanqing is not inferior to Taoist Yuanqing at this moment. At this moment, he was faintly under the dark dragon?

"Good, good!"

Sweeping through the battlefield almost like ruins outside the city, the bald monk put his hands together, and the rich golden light penetrated his body, dyeing it into a brilliant gold color, like the golden body of the Buddha worshipped in the temple.

This oldest monk in the Xinyi Sect has already practiced the Vajra Indestructible Body to an extremely high level. Only by looking at it with the naked eye, there is almost no color that flesh and blood should have.

But he did not climb to the sky and slash the dragon, but stood in front of Li Yuan like a wall, looking out of the city with a serious expression.

On the other end of the rushing moat, Wan Zhuliu walked with his sword, and as he stepped on his steps, all the warriors inside and outside the city wall were shocked.

I heard the sound of swords like the surging river.

"Going in the air!"

The inside and outside the city wall suddenly became quiet. Even though there was still a roar in the sky in the strange land, all those who saw the rushing stream could not help but hold their breath.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.

Most of the warriors in this world cannot recognize Pang Wenlong, the master of Thousand Eyes, Yunye Mountain, but the name of Wan Zhuliu is even as good as Lei Guan'er in the strange world.

Huh ~

The wind outside the imperial capital was very loud, but it gradually disappeared.

Wan Zhuliu stood in the air, swept across the people on the city indifferently, his eyes only on the bald monk and Zen Master Dading for a moment, and then fell on Li Yuan:

"Actually, you don't need to deliberately lure him. Even if Long Yingchan and others are there, I will come to kill him."

He didn't care about the bald monk who urged the Vajra Indestructible body, nor did he care about the Zen Master Da Ding who stood in the Xiang Cauldron, nor did he care about Li Yuan, the most genius in ancient and modern times in this world.

His gaze was not so much on Li Yuan as the great sun spirit hidden in his body.

"Finally fished."

Li Yuan subconsciously took a step forward. Before he could speak, a strand of red and golden aura had already flowed out of his body, intertwined and outlined, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a red and golden figure.

The red gold figure looks almost the same as Pang Wenlong, but his face is colder and harder, and his body is clear and devastated, like a volcano about to burst.
To be continued...