Boom!

The sound of thunder rolls in the sky, and the electric snake is wicked.

The blood flowers bloomed in the muddy water, the hot blood evaporated from the rain curtain, and bursts of water vapor spread out.

"what?!"

Daoist Juechen stopped suddenly, and his expression changed.

In his perception, a tyrannical aura suddenly rose from the mountains and forests thousands of meters away.

This breath is like a mountain like the sea, like a starry sky like the sky, majestic and unbelievable.

He had never seen such a domineering aura in his life.

Although this breath was fleeting, he would not think it was an illusion.

In an instant, the vigilance in his heart has climbed to the top.

Who is this?

But before he could think about it, he had already seen Tong Zhengyang, who had fallen into the muddy water like a rag bag in the night through the layers of rain. ? !

Daochen Juechen was shocked.

His hands and eyes are open to the sky, and his disciples are all over the world. If there is information about Tong Zhengyang, he will naturally get it right away.

He knew very well the power of this mysterious person who suddenly appeared in Xuanxing.

Tear tanks with hands, slash fighter jets with swords, fall into the sea for months without dying, and destroy the entire bamboo dragon by one person will leave calmly.

I came here this time, and I had a chance to die. Even if the man was seriously injured by a severed arm, he was not sure of winning.

But it was such a character, who was killed in an instant at this time!

Yes, killed.

No one can live in this way, even if the human body is better than seeing God, it is impossible.

"It's him?!"

Taoist Juechen's eyes narrowed, and his eyes looked at An Qisheng who slowly got up through the heavy rain curtain.

He was very impressed with this young man.

The first time we met, Mu Longcheng couldn't help but try to test it. The second time we met, he realized the Dao in Wudang Mountain and entered the essence of martial arts, and he had already seen the potential of Pill Realm.

Goodbye this time, he seems to be only one line stronger than before.

But the mysterious man died in his hands

How did he do it?

call!

Suck!

In the rain curtain, An Qisheng slowly got up and took a deep breath of Xuanxing's breath.

In the dream, the nails have been snapped.

Even for him, it was a very long time.

With a deep breath, he cut off that faint sense of alienation, and what filled his heart was depression.

Depression of heaven and earth.

This repression is so strong that he can feel that his divine will is tightly bound in the body, unable to touch the outside world.

In an environment where there is absolutely no trace of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, his divine will caused a huge oppression to his physique.

Mind and body are like two ends of a scale, whichever falls will affect the other.

The mind, spirit, or soul does not exist out of thin air. Just as people need to eat, the soul also needs support.

It's just that the soul of an ordinary person is enough to rely on the body, but his spirit is too tyrannical, and his body is not enough to support.

huh~

The air roared in the rain curtain, before Daoist Juechen came to the forest.

He first glanced at Tong Zhengyang, whose flesh and bones were in the mud, and then his eyes fell on An Qisheng, with inquiry, thinking:

"An Xiaoyou, we meet again."

"Master, long time no see."

An Qisheng slightly cupped his hands.

For Daoist Juechen, it was only a few months, but for him, it was already ten years old.

"You killed this man?"

The corner of Taoist Juechen's eyes twitched. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would have been hard for him to believe that An Qisheng did all this.

But there was no one around, only he and An Qisheng were the only ones in the night, and there was no third person.

Make him believe it.

"I killed it."

An Qisheng glanced at Tong Zhengyang and nodded slightly.

In the original trajectory, this air luck person with the qualification to promote heaven and man has long since completely lost his breath.

With a single blow from Wang Quan's sword, it completely killed him.

Daoist Juechen's eyes rippled as he carefully looked at An Qisheng.

An Qisheng stood calmly, allowing Daoist Juechen to look at it.

His physique is only Hua Jin, but his divine will is far higher than that of Daoist Juechen, so he is naturally not afraid of what he can see.

More importantly, with his divine will and Wang Quanjian, even if his body is weak at this time, and he has no qi veins and true qi, Xuan Xing has not been able to threaten his existence.

Even a nuclear bomb.

He is invincible in this world, without fear of anyone, any force, or even a country.

"amazing"

Daoist Juechen narrowed his eyes and could only sigh.

He couldn't see anything, but in his telepathy, he could feel a trace of strangeness. The young man in front of him seemed to have undergone a huge change.

But I don't know what kind of change, maybe it has something to do with the target that the mysterious man is chasing wildly.

"This person was seriously injured and broke his arm, and the internal injury was quite serious. This is the end of the force, but it just happened to happen."

An Qisheng glanced at Tong Zhengyang in the pool of blood.

Tong Zhengyang thought that he could steal the Wangquan Sword and escape the pursuit of Wangquan Dao and Huangjue Temple, but he did not know that during this process, the water released by that generation of Wangquan Daoists was enough to fill the world's lakes.

After three thousand three hundred years, he could never imagine how strong the kingship of the thirty-three generations of kings was.

Once, there were only eight soldiers at the master level in thousands of years.

For more than 3,000 years, there have been as many as 200 master-level figures in the king's power and Taoism, with a profound background that cannot be imagined by others.

"Nevertheless, it's amazing."

Taoist Juechen gave An Qisheng a deep look.

He naturally knew that An Qisheng had something to say, but he didn't mean to get to the bottom of it. Who didn't have a secret?

Without waiting for An Qisheng to speak, he already shook his head, turned and walked into the rain curtain:

"Let's go, let's go, it's over, so I'll leave this morning to avoid trouble."

Comes simply, walks neatly.

Several ups and downs in the rain screen disappeared.

An Qisheng glanced at the silhouette flashing in the distance, and turned away.

He doesn't exclude the people in the government, but he doesn't want to stay here and answer it alone.

Soon after, Qinglong stepped forward.

From a distance, I could see a puddle of mud on the ground penetrating Zhengyang.

His eyes narrowed, and his heart turned violent.

This mysterious man died like this?

They had only caused him serious injuries in such a big battle, but at this moment they were killed silently?

His mood fluctuated, unable to describe the mood at this time.

He had brought a miniature nuclear bomb, and he wanted to die with it, but he didn't want to, but it was over.

He rose and fell a few times, came to the front, swept the cracked earth around him, and carefully looked at the mud-like corpse, and couldn't help muttering to himself:

"Really dead? Is it Daoist Juechen, or?"

He pursed his lips, and his expression was a little grim.

If it's a Taoist Juechen, that's fine.

if someone else

The sun never sets in the Imperial City of London, the observation deck of the Dragon City Building.

Mu Longcheng sat with his eyes closed, the clouds and mist lingering around him, like an immortal sitting cross-legged in the clouds.

At a certain moment, he looked up, as if he felt something, and opened his eyes:

"Makes me feel the crisis"

At this moment, he felt a crisis coming from a very distant place.

It wasn't that he really felt it physically, but that his mind sensed the fluctuations in the shadows and reflected the premonition generated by himself.

This is a further perception than the cicada's foresight when the autumn wind has not moved.

"What will it be?"

Looking at the rising sun, ripples appeared in the depths of Mu Longcheng's eyes.

Is the 'alien' really so tyrannical?

Or, are there other changes?

He thought about it, and after a while, the elevator had risen, and the white beauty called respectfully, "Boss, what are your orders?"

"Is there any news from Potter?"

Mu Longcheng asked lightly.

The white beauty was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Leader Potter sent back the news that he was seriously injured, and it has been reported before."

Mu Longcheng slowly closed his eyes and said lightly:

"Contact Potter and ask him to send someone to the border of Xuan Kingdom"

"Yes."

The white beauty respectfully responded, turned around and walked into the elevator

Huhu~

In a small private courtyard somewhere in Tai Kingdom, Su Jie was practicing boxing, and the sound of breaking the air could not stop.

Before the night had faded, he had already woken up.

Ever since he practiced martial arts, he has been addicted to it, not letting go of all his free time every day, and even less sleep.

Practicing in the early morning is just a basic operation for him.

"Your fist, there is no god"

The eloquent and eloquent words came, Potter slowly walked into the yard.

His injuries were still extremely serious, and he was walking as usual, but Su Jie could smell the **** smell coming from his nose and mouth.

"There is no **** in the fist?"

Su Jie's heart moved, but he didn't stop. Instead, he slowly stopped after finishing the punch:

"Coach, are you injured? Go and rest."

"Your boxing is loose and well-rounded, and your skills are complete. You are already at a level. It's just that there is no spirit in your boxing.

Potter speaks eloquently:

"There is no **** in the fist, like a dragon without eyes, splashing ink without intention, and writing without bone, it is just a joke to a real connoisseur"

Potter's speech is well-rounded, with a fluctuating tone, which is very infectious.

Let Su Jie listen and admire secretly, not talking about martial arts, just talking about this big mystery, Potter has surpassed 99% of the great mystery people.

"Then coach, what is God?"

Su Jie asked.

"God of fists?"

Potter was about to speak, his heart seemed to be moved, and he looked up to the north for a moment, and his face couldn't help moving.

"coach?"

Su Jie followed his gaze to ~lightnovelpub.net~ and saw nothing, and couldn't help being a little surprised.

"He, he is dead"

Potter's body swayed slightly, and the **** aura on his body suddenly became much larger, but his heart was agitated for a while, and his blood and energy were almost uncontrollable.

"coach!"

Su Jie hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Who died?"

Since he saw Potter, he has always been calm and calm, even if he was seriously injured, he never changed his color, and his mood was so fluctuating at this time.

What did he see?

"Unbelievable, incredible, what could kill him?"

Potter looked into the night and murmured:

"What can kill a god?"