"You're nothing more than that!"

The figure holding a dragon stick said proudly, with a majestic figure, wild hair fluttering, and blood rushing into the sky. Although it was only about two meters in size, it gave people the illusion of facing a ten thousand zhang divine mountain. It was extremely calm, as if unbeatable.

Qi Yongheng was silent, the two golden beams in his pupils gradually converged, from flamboyant and grand, to vague, and finally disappeared, the whole person sat cross-legged on the stone slab, extremely quiet, the breeze was blowing, and the purple shirt swayed.

At this moment, his breath became more and more misty, as if he was one with the mountains, one with the heaven and the earth, and he was clearly sitting there, but the whole person seemed to have disappeared.

But at the same time, he seemed to be everywhere.

He is the mountains.

He is the sky and the earth!

This is a terrifying and esoteric magic method. With breathing and breathing, the whole person is completely integrated into the world. The tall figure suddenly changed his face, and he felt like he was facing this world, which was extremely difficult.

But soon, the shock on his face all converged, revealing deep pride, striding forward, as if a sharp sword was about to pierce the heavens and the earth, and the momentum was extremely sharp.

"No matter what move it is, I will break it with one force!"

"boom!"

The dragon stick made of Daowen real gold, with a golden light, smashed down in anger, as if it was shocked by the waves, and the onlookers were all horrified. This kind of move is too terrifying and overbearing.

There are no fancy moves or tricks, it's just that direct, using force to overwhelm people, no matter what mess you are, if you go down with a stick, all of them will be smashed to pieces!

Many had a rapid heartbeat, dry mouth, pale faces, and profuse sweating.

Because such a stick, if they face it, there is absolutely no way to stop it. No matter what kind of Taoist weapon is sacrificed, it will be smashed into powder like scrap copper and iron. possible.

However, Qi Yongheng didn't say anything, sitting there with his knees crossed, as if someone had tapped his acupoints, motionless.

His expression was indifferent to the extreme, as if he was not facing a shocking blow, but a breeze blowing his face.

"boom!"

The Panlong stick fell, carrying endless golden red flames, which were the product of the manifestation of divine power and qi and blood.

But in the end, all the golden red flames were solidified, fixed in shape, and then quickly popped out and scattered around. The golden flames are all over the sky, as gorgeous as fireworks.

"What method is this?" Ai Junyi's eyes widened, and he blurted out, utterly surprised.

Yao Chen's eyelids also jumped wildly, almost hairy.

The surrounding people from all walks of life all straightened their necks at once, their faces were pale and their eyes were fixed, and they could not make a sound.

When the golden red flames came to an end, people saw such a scene, the golden dragon stick was held back by a finger as white as jade.

The tall figure from the Saint Yuan Realm, holding the Panlong stick in both hands, biting his cheeks, his face flushed, his eyes spitting fire, his arms trembled, obviously even the strength of feeding milk was used.

But useless.

The Panlong stick was only ten inches above Qi Yongheng's head, but it never fell!

It was as if a nuclear bomb had fallen into the vast ocean, arousing monstrous waves, and everyone around was in an uproar. Such a scene made them almost unbelievable.

The blow that carried the shocking power was actually resisted by Qi Yongheng with a single finger!

And he still sat there calmly, cross-legged, never suffered any injuries, not even his hair and clothes were messy, which was really sensational and shocking.