Vol 6 Chapter 78: How the number of days is against magical powers (third more)

After listening to Zhuo Yiping’s words, the martial sages under his hand were taken aback for a while, and the leader asked: "Master, do you recognize him? He is the real person of Yijie Yang Shen?" They were so afraid of the real person in Minghuang Nian, the most The important thing is because the opponent’s strength is unknown. It may be one calamity, two calamity, or even three calamity, which looks mysterious and weird. Once the opponent’s cultivation is truly certain, then either soldiers will block it, cover it with water, or run for life. , There is no need to be so scared.
Zhuo Yiping nodded: "More than three hundred years ago, this king had not yet survived the first catastrophe, and he fought with him once in Wanrenling, and the results were evenly divided. The Yanbo Lake was created by the aftermath of our fight. "Because the big lake rarely appears in the middle of the high mountain in Wanrenling, and it has beautiful scenery, it is very famous.
What Zhuo Yiping didn’t say was that at that time, both of them had pseudo-level celestial skills, and he barely tied hands. However, more than three hundred years have passed. The Tiannan dragon veins are refined into the boxing mind, and they can partly borrow the power of the Tiannan earth, coupled with the number of days to suppress the opponent, there is no reason to fail.
So Zhuo Yiping was confident and wanted to meet the old acquaintance that came to the door for a while. As for the lack of a whim, Zhuo Yiping didn't care too much because the other party would definitely be blinded.
Affirmed by Zhuo Yiping, the martial sages all breathed a sigh of relief and thought to themselves: "It turns out that it is the enemy that the prince once fought against, not a new mysterious Yang Shen real person, so good, so good, Everyone knows the basics, so it’s easy to deal with it. Since he and the prince are both real humans, the prince’s strength, coupled with fighting on the south of the sky. Even if he can’t be killed, he can still be easily defeated.

So they all opened their mouths and said: "The subordinates wish the king a victory."
Zhuo Yiping slightly moved his jaw and his sleeves folded before walking out of the hall.
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Because of the bright yellow curtain, the martial arts monks can only see a vague, quietly seated figure in plain green robes, but even so, every time they look at the figure in the bright yellow monster, they will be produced. The shuddering sense of fear became cringing. Don't dare to look directly.
Moreover, these many martial arts monks who followed Ming Huang Chenxiang were all quiet, waiting in silence, brewing in silence, as for the brewing of joy, confidence, despair and collapse, then they can only wait until Zhennan Wang Zhuo Yiping takes the shot. To know later.
In the silence, Ming Huang Chenxiang flew towards the Zhennan Palace, leisurely as if going on a field outing.
Wei Peining, Gu Canghai, Ji Ming, Lu Dayuan and others saw Shi Xuan under a sword. Easily killed the two immortals, joy and excitement were involuntarily raised in their hearts.
Especially the few disciples who have never seen the strength of a real person, they have the feeling that they can't believe it, and they are usually majestic. The two immortals who made themselves and others scared just by hearing their names would actually be beheaded so lightly, which made them full of confidence in the path of Taoism and became optimistic, and towards the soul Extremely yearning.
Shi Xuan sits on the bright yellow agarwood, playing with a ball of almost transparent white brilliance the size of a little fingernail in his palm. Guanghua is composed of countless white filaments, and each filament carries the meaning of murderous coercion and supremacy, which is exactly the murderous intent of heaven.
After killing Gao Hefeng and Ren Feizhou with a sword just now, Shi Xuan, through the "Three Talents Destruction Sword", which has been running all the time, could feel the threads falling from the sky, stabbing down on the body of Jinyun and Yuan Shen. Killing in the sky. So unfolded the secret method and collected them.
"It's still too little." Shi Xuan looked at this group of heaven's murderous Dao, and outside Ming Huang Chenxiang, as several disciples became more and more confident in the road to Dao Sect, a little luck flew intermittently from all directions. , Gathered in the sky above the seat, but these air luck swayed like a rootless wood or water without a source, and it seemed that the wind would blow by and would dissipate again.
"Zhuo Yiping is here." Gu Canghai whispered to Shi Xuan as he watched the hundreds of colorful lights flying up from the Zhennan Prince's Mansion in the distance.
Shi Xuan's Yuan consciousness unfolded, naturally it was discovered long ago. After the jaw head responded, the Ziying Sword was ready to go.
At this moment, the five disciples beside Nian no longer have the nervousness of rapid heartbeat and sweating palms when the two immortals attacked just now. They felt that even if the real person Nian Zhongshi could not defeat the immortal immortal Zhuo Yiping, he killed the two immortals with just one sword. It should be possible to win a tie.
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"The King of Zhennan appeared." The martial arts monks who followed were whispering.
Then they continued to remain silent, watching the sky between Ming Huang Demon and Zhennan Prince's Mansion with concentration and concentration, and their inner expectations became stronger and heavier.
After flying into the air, Zhuo Yiping appeared in shape, with a tiger-backed waist, a face like a knife and an axe, hard and majestic, majestic and majestic as a mountain, as solid as the ground, behind him were many martial sages and masters, neatly crowding him.
Seeing that the person in the Huang Nian was still silent, he just drove forward slowly, Zhuo Yiping smiled and arched his hands: "I haven't seen it for many years, fellow Taoist accepted."
When the voice fell, Zhuo Yiping punched out.
With his punch, it seemed to be transformed into a towering mountain, heavy and simple, but compared to when he fought against Shi Xuan, a black, heavy and vicissitudes of land appeared under this mountain, closely connected to the mountain. , Let the mountain stand more stable and become higher.
And his fist was condensed into substance, turning into countless black and heavy mountain peaks. At the foot of the mountain peaks, a huge and majestic black dragon vein appeared, which was boiling and roaring fiercely, like a real dragon, and far away from the heavens. Hook up, continuously draw the power of the earth.
Facing it is like facing the mighty power of heaven and earth. I feel that I am extremely small and difficult to resist. I can only surrender and worship.
Ming Huang Chenxiang's surrounding disciples, such as Ji Ming, Chang Ya, etc., even if they were shrouded by Shi Xuan’s Yuanzhi and did not have the intention of surrender, they were still in a state of anxiety. They were taken by the power of this fist, and their confidence was shaken again. The air fortune gathered in the sky shook violently and was about to dissipate.
Only Gu Canghai and Wei Peining have seen a match between the two once, so even if this suppression becomes greater, they can still remain normal.
And the many martial arts monks behind, on both sides, and underneath Ming Huang Chenxiang, even though they were suppressed by this momentum, they kneeled in the air involuntarily and worshipped them religiously, but because they witnessed the power of this punch, they felt the power of this punch. Tiandiweili, their confidence in their hearts is steadily increasing, and they feel that the demon way in Minghuang Nian is simply unable to withstand this punch.
"Won!"
"It's amazing!"
"Really unimaginable power!"
"The power of heaven and earth that is totally unmatched!"
"The power of the immortal is unstoppable!"
"Fisting can actually reach this level! Unimaginable, unimaginable, it's like heaven and earth!"
...Many reactions rose in their hearts, and their confidence and momentum became stronger and stronger.
Just when the confidence of these martial arts monks rose to the highest peak in an instant, the daoming purple sword light shot out again from the agarwood, causing all the monks who saw this sword light to involuntarily appear in their hearts. : Majestic, unstoppable, and there seems to be a four-color light flashing on it.
Jianguang slashed on the black dragon veins, and it had no resistance. It was cut to pieces, struggling to recover with the help of the connection with Tiannan, but the purple Jianguang did not suffer any delay, and continued to penetrate the black mountains.
In just an instant, Zhuo Yiping's fist was completely penetrated, and then a purple light flashed, and a small blood spot appeared on his forehead before he could react.
"The number of days...in me...why..." Zhuo Yiping muttered to himself blankly, and then there appeared blood stains extending in all directions at the small blood spot, and then Zhuo Yiping's body collapsed, turning into blood drops and minced meat.
Suddenly, the confidence of all the martial arts monks fell straight down on the highest peak, fragments like glazed glaze. All of them looked blank, panicked, and pale, and they no longer felt the sense of superiority of the Taoist monks and the martial arts. Lu's self-confidence.
What if you practice harder? Even if he survived the catastrophe and became an immortal, he was still not the enemy of the opponent with a sword.
The lead cloud rolled in the air, and there was a dull dry thunder.
Seeing that there was a punishment coming, Shi Xuan quickly used a secret method to put away the swiftly falling Heaven's Killing Intent, about the size of a finger bone.
After losing the target, the lead cloud disappeared after the dull thunder.
Ji Ming, Lu Yao, Chang Yao and others, even including Gu Canghai and Wei Peining, had their eyes widened, unbelievably, the top figure among the immortal, the king of Zhennan, Zhuo Yiping, who was added by fate, They didn't even stop Shi Xuan with a sword. It was completely beyond their expectation. They thought there would be a battle.
"I'm afraid that Xiao Chuhe's appearance is just a tie." This thought appeared in their hearts, and their confidence suddenly increased. Our Taoist school is not worse than physical sanctification, and even wins. We can't just because I can't cultivate. Recklessly belittle the Taoist road.
A trace of white luck converged from all corners of the Yuanmang Great World, while the luck of the physical path of sanctification was dissipated when their confidence was lost and their aura was taken away.
Ming Huang Chenxiang flew slowly towards the Zhennan Prince's Mansion. The martial arts monks behind, below, and on both sides did not continue to follow, and stood blankly on the spot. An atmosphere of despair, fear, and decadence enveloped them.
The several martial sages in front saw Chen Xiangnian flying here, because they had not recovered from the shock and sorrow, they subconsciously stepped forward and wanted to stop them.
A four-color sword light flew past, and several Wu Sheng turned into powder.
Many masters behind, seeing this scene before them, their hands trembled, it seemed that many people wanted to desperately, but in the end they lowered their heads and retreated to the sides, letting Ming Huang Chenxiang fly past them slowly, eyes full of sadness. , The meaning of pain, watched Ming Huang Chenxiang disappear in the northern horizon. (To be continued)
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