No one answered Bai Xiaotian's question for the time being.

Feng Linwan had some thoughts in his heart, but he wasn't ready to say it. Bai Xiaotian came from an extraordinary family, and if she had any doubts, her elders would naturally answer her questions. There is no need for Feng Linwen to talk too much, saying that he is right and wrong, and that he is wrong.

It's just according to Feng Linwen's idea, whether it's swordsmanship or any other exercises are related to practitioners, but they don't completely belong to its creator.

Just like a Taijiquan, some people use it to maintain health, and some people use it to defeat the enemy.

Who knows what Zhang Sanfeng thought when he started this boxing technique? How many later people really care?

Boom...!

With a violent explosion, the golden fire cloud was torn apart, and the powerful fire wave washed away, spreading to all directions, but was trapped within a certain range by the formation, unable to ripple out.

At this moment, a large cauldron passed through the fire cloud, catching the sword of Fushan ancestor's endless trend and cutting off the past.

"Roar!"

A ferocious and terrifying black-red demonic dragon phantom hovered above the cauldron, fierce light flashed, and the evil spirit gushed out like a tide, and then twitched the cauldron and smashed towards the ancestor of Fushan Mountain.

clang!

The long sword in the hands of the ancestor of Fushan, flickered with layers of sword light, and the sword collapsed on the cauldron, but was slammed back and retreated.

A strong man suddenly appeared on the left side of the big cauldron, holding the cauldron's ear, his arm shook, and the sound of dragon roars in the sky, mixed with billowing fierce flames, whistled down and enveloped the whole body of Fushan ancestor.

The ancestor of Fushan, who was being attacked by brute force and seemed to be unable to resist, was flashing with talisman light, holding a sword with one hand, and pinching the seal with his vertical fingers.

One after another free rays of light surrounded him, turning into a layer of seemingly thin, but solid armor.

clang clang!

The big man waved the big cauldron, and with an arrogant attitude, slammed wildly.

This kind of savage and crazy style makes the ancestors of Fushan seem to have no way for the time being. Perhaps it is also because such a method has nothing to do with his inheritance.

It's just that the brute force attack of the strong man seemed to be like Cheng Yaojin's three-way axe. After using it, it just repeated.

This is often a shortcoming that those who cultivate the Dao of Great Opening and Great Harmony cannot avoid. The most sought-after method is faster, fiercer, fiercer, and more violent, which will inevitably lead to too direct means and lack of variables. Once you can't directly push horizontally and defeat your opponent, after a few tricks, you will easily fall into the disadvantage.

The sword qi flew horizontally, and the terrifying sword light rolled towards the big man with the power to destroy the floating life and destroy all appearances.

The big man protected his body with a big cauldron, and around his body, a thick phantom like a mountain rose up, and the muscles on his hands and arms also agitated, as if there were little mice running through the muscles.

In fact, there should be a lot of blood concentrated around his arms. With the concentration of qi and blood, the huge blood qi stimulates the muscles and bursts out more intense physical strength.

In the face of the surrounding, cutting off the floating sword glow, the big man covered the big cauldron, and there was a savage collision.

crackle!

The void seems to crack, and the space seems to collapse.

The three consecutive large formations that blocked the space turned into powder under this collision.

Dozens of great monks in the spirit stage were seriously injured because of the backlash from the formation, and they were rushed up and torn apart by the prisoners who broke out of the prison.

Among the black clouds in the sky, a figure burst out, mixed with rolling thunder, with a terrifying and extraordinary momentum, waving the palm of the hand, as if holding a celestial knife.

Heaven's will is like a knife, and it is cut down at the ancestors of Fushan.

The huge blade shadow flashed and pierced through the void, and then the ground was torn apart by the blade, a huge deep ravine that was several thousand meters long.

The overflowing knife energy rushed into the ground, and the ground was riddled with holes. A stream of flames gushed out from other places on the ground, like a lava eruption. All of a sudden everything was destroyed into rubble.

The one who shot was the Holy Master of Fushan.

He is also not using the method originally inherited from the Holy Land of Fushan, but the Seven Absolutes of Heavenly Wrath that was once created by the ancestor of the divine sword. With the power of heaven, he condenses the sword of Heavenly Wrath.

In the ruins, the ancestor of Fushan walked out step by step, and his body was covered with bloodstains, but his breath was still expanding, as if there was no end.

The power that was dormant at the other end of time was constantly following his call and returning to his new body.

"Ancient Immortal!" Holy Master Fushan restrained his saber intent and his expression was particularly dignified.

In the great world of Panwang, there is no such thing as Jinxian, the real immortals are the ancient ancient immortals. Traveling through time, the power of ancient immortals is inexhaustible. They can run through the ancient years and become synonymous with immortal strength.

The ancestor of Fushan has recovered and returned, and the more and more he fought, it means that he is moving the time and space with his will, and is constantly restoring the glory of the past.

"Roar!"

The huge demon dragon phantom appeared on the top of Fushan ancestor's head. The big man who held the big cauldron before was even more burly at this time, as if he had turned into a little giant.

"Is it a demon? Or a witch? The demon body cultivates witchcraft, but hides in Xianmen! Oh! It's interesting!" The wound on Fushan's ancestor quickly healed.

The next moment, he turned the sword in his hand.

Previously, the strong man who was able to fight with him had absolute potential and hidden means at this time, but he did not survive this inexplicable sword at all.

The huge head flew into the air.

The blood spurting like a fountain filled the sky.

The Fushan Holy Subway is like the Peak Vessel...fallen!

At the same time, the burning immortal blood also dyed the earth red, and a huge lake of blood melted on the ground in an instant.

The lake of blood exudes the fragrance of sin.

Tiexiang Peak Vein Master is also one of the four current Vein Masters with a true immortal cultivation base~lightnovelpub.net~ Holy Master Fushan was tense all over. People have stepped into half the void.

However, the sword of the ancestor of Fushan followed him like a shadow.

"Since you dare to shoot at me, you will leave your life behind." This sword has crossed another level, and has even reached the point where it is invisible and invisible.

Not to mention Feng Linwan and Bai Xiaotian who were 'peeping' elsewhere.

Even the great cultivators present could not see any movement. They didn't even know that the ancestor of Fushan had already waved his sword.

The Holy Master of Fushan seemed to be stupid. He stiffly stuck half of his body in the hole he had opened, struggling but unable to move.

He was really locked.

When the absolute will was suppressed, his originally powerful power was now as if it did not belong to him.

well···!

With a sigh, all the blockades were lifted.

At the same time, a pair of giant hands swept across the sky and slapped the Fushan ancestor one after another, knocking him down into the clouds.

Together with the magic weapon that broke through the abyss of sinners and carried many prisoners, they were forcibly pressed back again.

After so many years in the Holy Land of Fushan... How can there be only one ancient immortal, the ancestor of Fushan?

At this critical moment, the ancient immortal powerhouse hidden in the Holy Land of Fushan finally walked from behind the scenes to the front of the stage, and couldn't help but take action.

However, this doesn't mean things will end, just the beginning.

"God-destroying Forbidden Curse, Law, Six Absolutes Ban, Twelve Lines Breaking the Space!"

The terrifying power is exerted on the heaven and earth, and everything that can be seen with the naked eye is solidified, as if it was sealed in amber.

Only Bai Xiaotian cheered: "Dad!"

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