This is a blow from Beixuan Zhenren!

Even the thin old man of the Xuan Qi Realm couldn't resist the blow, but he was beaten back by Yang Mucheng?

"I have a bit of ability, no wonder I dare to be arrogant in front of me!"

Beixuan Zhenren snorted coldly, raised his fist and smashed at the pale white palm print.

Rumble!

As soon as he came into contact with this pale palm print, his complexion changed. The power contained in the palm seal was far above him.

With a moved expression, Bei Xuan Zhenren came out with both palms and slapped them again and again, which broke up the palm prints of this response.

"Why is this kid's strength so great?"

Beixuan Zhenren was stunned in his heart, he was still in shock, but he heard Yang Mucheng raise his fist and say:

"You killed Liu Lao, this punch, avenge him!"

As soon as the words fell, Yang Mucheng punched slowly.

Almost at the same time as the punch was thrown, an earth-shattering wave of qi erupted from his body, tearing apart the rocks on the ground around him inch by inch, and lifting them towards the surroundings. A rock as dense as rain churned in this wave of qi, and shot towards Beixuan Zhenren angrily.

These rocks are as small as a fist, and as large as a door. The momentum of the flight brought a sharp whistling, as if thousands of steel needles pierced the eardrum!

"Is this the strength of the Xuan Qi Realm?" Liang Xiao said in a lost voice.

"However, even if the master breaks through to the Xuan Qi Realm, how can he compete with the Bei Xuan Zhenren?" Zhang Jiao shook his head in a trembling voice.

Beixuan Zhenren is a generation of heroes, real people in the martial arts world.

The Xuanqi powerhouse who died in his hands in front of him, I don't know how many times. Even if his physical body is destroyed now, and only his soul remains, it is not so easy to resist. And the fact that he killed the thin old man with one palm before is the most powerful proof.

Yang Mucheng has only reached the Xuan Qi realm, how can he compete with the Beixuan Zhenren?

"Humph!"

Bei Xuan Zhenren stood in place, his arms outstretched. A black ripple of internal strength, oscillating like thunder, like thousands of war horses, swept in all directions with absolute strength.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Countless huge stones that shot vigorously were torn to pieces on the spot and turned into countless dust.

This ripple of internal strength swept away, and it brought a knife-like wind. A half-step Xuanqi martial artist who was caught off guard was torn to pieces by Gangfeng on the spot. Feeling the power of this wind, many warriors changed their faces and hurriedly retreated to the rear.

"How is Yang Mucheng?"

"I'm afraid I'm trapped in the wind!"

"Chen Beixuan wants to occupy his body, it is impossible to kill Yang Mucheng!"

The crowd looked ahead.

But there was dust and chaos in front of me, and I couldn't see half a figure.

Call!

Just when everyone was worried, a fist as white as jade smashed out of the smoke and dust, completely tearing apart the chaotic Gangfeng, and even directly blasting away the smoke and dust.

"What?"

The calmness on Bei Xuan Zhenren's face suddenly disappeared, and he tiptoed a little and retreated towards the rear.

He retreats!

Fist in!

No matter how fast he retreated, it was not as fast as this white jade fist. Under the incredible gaze of everyone, Yang Mucheng's fist slammed into Beixuan Zhenren's chest.

"Bang!"

A burst of sound suddenly sounded, and Beixuan Zhenren's body, which was completely condensed by the black mist, was almost scattered by this punch. Countless black smoke was directly blasted out of his body and burst out in all directions.

There was a wail, and Beixuan Zhenren shot back even more towards the rear.

"This punch is to avenge the warriors who died in the tomb!"

Yang Mucheng's eyes widened angrily.

Another punch was struck.

Rumble!

At this moment, he shot out like a cannonball, his body seemed to leap out of thin air, and the terrifying speed brought a wave of white qi behind him, and even cut the ground in half!

"Boy, do you really think I'm no match for you?"

Beixuan Zhenren saw this punch coming, and let out a roar, and the same punch was directly sacrificed!

"Boom!"

The two fists collided, and an earth-shaking wave of qi burst out from the fists, and the entire Burial Dragon Mountain hit a thunderbolt at this moment. Because the earth could not withstand this amazing force, it began to crack wildly, the ground composed of rocks turned up inch by inch, and countless cracks spread out from the feet of the two of them, sweeping in all directions, and in an instant, it already covered the entire tomb and surged all over the Burial Dragon Mountain.

......

"Listen, there seems to be a sound of fighting in the mountains!"

Under the burial dragon mountain, Bai Zhong pricked up his ears.

He could feel that a slight vibration seemed to spread from the Burial Dragon Mountain, reaching his feet, and the soles of his feet were slightly numb.

"How is that possible!"

Xi'er smiled and shook her head. "The sound of the fight has been spread for so long, even my uncle can't do it. Could it be that Beixuan Zhenren has been resurrected?"

Click~

Before the words fell, I saw that on the huge Burial Dragon Mountain, cracks spread wildly from the inside out, and the dense cracks covered the entire mountain in an instant. A breeze blew from the outside world, and the entire Burial Dragon Mountain actually collapsed to most of it at this moment.

Countless rocks have peeled off, and the tombs in the mountains have been completely revealed at this moment.

"That's?"

The smile on Xi'er's face stiffened.

She only saw a figure composed entirely of black smoke flying out directly.

The person who blasted this black smoke into the air was not Yang Mucheng, who else could it be?

......

"It's flying!"

"This ......"

"Even though Beixuan Zhenren lives up to his strength at his peak, he also has the strength of the middle stage of the Xuan Qi Realm, and now he is actually beaten away by Yang Mucheng with a punch?"

"There is only one step between the Xuan Qi Realm and the half-step Xuan Qi, but the strength is very different. The battle between the two sides actually tore the entire Burial Dragon Mountain to shreds!"

Liang Xiao and Zhang Jiao looked at the completely shattered Burial Dragon Mountain, only to feel that their eyes were stiff and their throats were extremely dry.

If someone had told them about this before, they would inevitably laugh unceremoniously: 'How could there be a Xuan Qi powerhouse in the mortal realm, even if it did, it would not be the opponent of a fellow cultivator in the martial arts realm. Bragging, that's not how to brag!'

But now, this young man who came out of the mortal world is in front of them and blasted the genius of the martial arts world hundreds of years ago, Beixuan Zhenren, with a punch!

"Maybe, Yang Mucheng really has the strength to kill Beixuan Zhenren!"

At this time, such an idea appeared in the minds of Liang Xiao and the others.

But see.

In mid-air, Beixuan Zhenren, who was knocked away by a punch, his body was already much darker, and it was much more transparent, and his momentum was not as strong as before. Just when everyone thought that he was helpless, Beixuan Zhenren let out a burst of unbridled laughter, and his body slowly fell from mid-air.

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