Chapter 68: The Chongyang Palace is destroyed (12,000 recommended additions!) )

"Shameless!"

"What kind of ability is it to bully people with divine weapons!"

"I have the ability to leave the divine soldier behind and compete with my senior brother with my bare hands!"

"Master, worry-free son doesn't talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes, let's go together!"

Listening to Wuwuzi's rather shameless words, Wang Chongyang himself didn't say anything, but the others under him couldn't bear it anymore. [No pop-ups. 】

The seven sons of Quanzhen and the old naughty boy Zhou Botong scolded one after another, and they wanted to rush up.

"Stand down." Wang Chongyang didn't even look at His Highness, raised a hand, and said to His Highness Quanzhen Seventh Son and the old naughty boy.

"It's a fair fight, it's not your turn!"

"Senior brother." The old urchin shouted.

Wang Chongyang's tone was low, and he shouted with a bit of fierceness: "Stand down." ”

"Yes."

Wang Chongyang is the master of Quanzhen's seven sons, and he is the senior brother who single-handedly pulls Zhou Botong, the younger brother. In the hearts of these people, there is great power.

Hearing a bit of anger in his voice, even if the seven sons of Quanzhen and Zhou Botong were unwilling, they could only retreat.

Swish!

After drinking off the seven sons of Quanzhen and the old naughty boy, Wang Chongyang's expression was grim, and he looked straight at Zhu Hefeng, his eyes were sharp and flashing with a bright luster.

Rumble!

Looking at Wang Chongyang's eyes, Zhu Hefeng saw two rounds of scorching sun rising from these eyes, terrifying and dazzling.

When they looked at each other, their expressions were unprecedentedly solemn.

"Carefree, one last resort!" Wang Chongyang shouted.

Zhu Hefeng smiled: "It's exactly what I want." ”

Bang!

Before the two could finish speaking, a terrible vision appeared in each other.

Wang Chongyang Zhou's body was up and down, and every acupoint, and even in the pores, there was a raging flame.

Reflecting the whole person, it was like the scorching sun falling from the sky, and it was extremely vicious. Under the impetus of the internal force, the tiles under his feet made a crisp sound.

Click! Click! Click!

Under the impetus of the internal force of Jiuyang Divine Skill, the tiles cracked apart and disappeared into powder.

In front of the main hall, on a big tree that symbolized the flourishing branches of the Quanzhen Sect, the roots and branches originally pulled out green shoots, but under the power of the Jiuyang Divine Skill, they all turned yellow.

The seven sons of Quanzhen who were standing in His Highness were parched by the heat, and they just wished they could jump into a pool of water and cool down.

In an instant, Wang Chongyang seemed to be the golden crow in myths and legends, and the god of fire was in the world, which made people tremble.

Rumble!

Wang Chongyang almost frantically urged his own Jiuyang Divine Skill, and on the other side, Zhu Hefeng was not to be outdone, and his internal force rotated, and the cold and piercing Nine Yin Divine Skill flowed.

If it is said that the Jiuyang Sutra is the method of pure internal practice, then the Jiuyin Sutra is the divine skill of both internal and external cultivation.

In the Nine Yin Sutra, there is not only the first volume of qi cultivation and the next volume of stunts, but also a general outline of Sanskrit. Once you have practiced the general outline of Sanskrit, you will have cultivated the Nine Yin Divine Skills.

Sanskrit can stump others, but only a lady who likes to read the most is stumped.

Under her guidance, Zhu and Fengshen have succeeded.

Between the operation of the Nine Yin Divine Skill, the whole person was filled with wisps of coldness, but in this cold air, there was a flexibility and gentleness.

If Wang Chongyang is the god of fire, then Zhu Hefeng is the rebirth of the god of water in the heavenly court.

The Nine Yin Divine Skill and the Nine Yang Divine Skill constantly collided together, making a crisp sound, and the entire Chongyang Hall was divided into two under their wanton internal confrontation.

One half is a stove and the other half is an ice cellar.

Rumble!

The internal forces clashed to the peak, and the two moved almost at the same time.

Swish!

Wang Chongyang used his internal strength with all his strength, and the Chongyang Hall began to collapse under the urging of internal force, but his figure turned into a piece of light and shadow, rushing towards his opponent.

Syllable!

The palm power condensed in the void and turned into a piece of light and shadow, the whole true religion - Sanhua gathered the top palm!

Sanhua gathers the top palm, and almost anyone in the Quanzhen Sect can use a few moves, but no one can use the power of Wang Chongyang.

A palm struck, the void shook, lightning and thunder.

The heavens trembled under the influence of the power of their palms.

Rumble!

Zhu Hefeng faced the power of Jiuyang's divine skills, and his face was solemn. The two palms are turned out almost in no particular order, and one palm is struck.

Thousands of machines!

A move of thousands of stars struck out, the boundless cold condensed, and on the small palm, the stars were disillusioned, and the heavens were reincarnated.

The power of a palm is shocking.

Bang!

said that it was too late and that was fast, before Quan Zhen Qizi and Zhou Botong and others could react, Tianshu Star and Tianxuan Star, the two masters collided together like lightning meteors.

A loud bang rang out from above the main hall.

And with this loud noise, the cold air of the Nine Yin True Scripture and the heat of the Nine Yang True Scripture overflowed and diffused.

Bang!

The entire Chongyang Hall, which symbolizes the glorious status of the Quanzhen Sect and the place of its prominent identity, completely collapsed under the confrontation between these two masters.

A loud bang rang out, and pieces of rubble flew up, heading straight in all directions. So that in the whole heaven and earth, there is no light at all.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

The rubble flew wildly, whether it was the Seven Sons of Quanzhen and Zhou Botong and others who were standing not far away to watch the battle, or the other Quanzhen disciples who were hiding far away from afar, once they were hit, they all cried out in pain.

A scream rang out.

"Ahh Zhou Botong raised his hands and covered his head, his martial arts were the highest, and he was the closest to the battlefield, and he was beaten all over the place on the spot.

Bang!

The Chongyang Hall was completely destroyed under the confrontation between the two masters of Chongyang Zhenren and Sanssouci. In the ruins, everyone watched sideways, and they could still hear a crisp sound.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Carefree and Chongyang Zhenren, even if there is a difference between each other's martial arts, it is only a thin line. In the past few years, both of them have been practicing martial arts hard, and their martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds.

With a muffled sound, the ruins of the Chongyang Hall turned into dust under their confrontation.

Rumble!

An earth-shattering loud bang sounded, sweeping through the entire Zhongnan Mountain.

Hearing this loud noise, Quan Zhen Qizi, Zhou Botong and others subconsciously looked into it, and a common question rose in their hearts:

Who won?

Swish!

Chongyang Palace, a distance of several miles, is distributed with rows of palaces, incense halls, and even rooms. The most middle is naturally the Chongyang Palace.

Now, the Chongyang Hall has been completely destroyed under the confrontation of the two masters, and the disciples who live nearby, except for the Seven Sons of Quanzhen and Zhou Botong, have also avoided it.

In the case that no one found it, on a palace not far from Chongyang Palace, there was already a graceful shadow.

The temperament is cold, the clothes are elegant, and the sword eyebrows are in the sideburns, but there is a trace of murder in the beautiful eyes, which have turned into a pair of sword eyes.

The sword eyes looked at the ruins of the Chongyang Hall without blinking, and a trace of worry appeared on Ruyu's cheeks.