"It's so strong!"

"Bad ......"

"Get out of the way!"

This momentum of slashing down with a stick towards the sky has not been suppressed, and it has already sunken down the surrounding earth alive. I heard a 'crackling' sound, and a huge stick mark frantically appeared on the ground.

This terrifying stick mark spread from Yuan Hua's feet to the valley, enveloping Yang Mucheng in it.

"Broken!"

In the face of this giant stick that fell on his head, Yang Mucheng was not afraid at all.

He smiled coldly, raised his right finger, and slashed forward. This slash, as if the sun and moon were upside down, the mountains and rivers flowed backwards, forming a hundred-zhang giant sword in mid-air, the sword body penetrated the void, and slashed at the supernatural stick.

A bang rang out.

The swords and sticks collided, and they dissipated in an instant.

But this terrifying momentum made everyone's faces look shocked, and they quickly shot towards the rear. I saw that where the two were fighting, there was even a shocking tornado, from small stones and gravel, to large rocks, and thousand-year-old trees, all of which were swallowed by this tornado and swept directly into the sky.

Even the valley that enveloped the tombs was full of cracks in this earth-shattering confrontation, as if it was about to collapse at any time.

"This Cong Yuanhua is too strong, and it has always been dominant!"

present.

Only Zhu Zhengyi, Jia Xiu, Ni Pengqi and other powerhouses of the Purple Mansion can see everything in the field, and the others can only see the two blurred figures in the tornado.

"Isn't there a danger to the saints, then?"

Lu Yao'er was anxious.

For a long time, Yang Mucheng's physical body has been strong and has few opponents. His internal strength and physique are enough to deal with ordinary Purple Mansion powerhouses. But today it is an adversary. Although Yuan Hua is not very old compared with Zhu Zhengyi, who is a powerhouse of the Purple Mansion who is seven or eight hundred years old, or even thousands of years old, he is a real monk.

With his every move, the ground burst open, setting off an endless wind. The crowd changed color in unison!

"Go!"

From the finger of Yuan Hua's right hand, a Buddha light shot out, and at the same time, it transformed into a huge eight-sided Han sword, which was 100 meters long, directly tearing apart the thousands of meters of tornado that swept into the sky at this moment. The dust and clouds in the sky seemed to be cut open by his finger.

"Shocking!"

The golden light flashed in Yang Mucheng's eyes, and the demonic energy behind him was churning, and he grew up. The demon god was integrated into it, twenty-five changes in one finger, and the surrounding yin wind gusted, and he pointed at the sword that ran through the heavens and the earth from Yuanhua. The two of them each take a step back!

"Come again!"

Yang Mucheng let out a loud shout and stepped forward.

After all, what he used was the Demon God Sacrifice, and it was a martial art from outside the Immortal Gate. Under the Demon God Sacrifice, any of his moves were raised by one level out of thin air. It's on par with Cong Yuanhua's battle!

From Yuanhua, I don't know when, the smile on his face that is in his chest is gone, but it is replaced by an incomparably dignified. He never expected that Yang Mucheng would be so strong, obviously only at the peak of Yuanying, but he could fight on par with him, an existence in the early stage of the Purple Mansion.

"Is this the gap between the first-tier sect and the fifth-tier sect?"

"No wonder the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect can be called one of the thirty-six sects!"

Yuan Hua sighed in his heart, but the offensive did not converge in the slightest. Both hands rolled in the void, and in an instant, the dust clouds that had been smashed by his sword before, as if they were pulled by a black hole, turned into thousands of threads, and hundreds of rivers converged, forming two huge Buddha palms, which grabbed Yang Mucheng in his hands with a bang, and turned into a huge earth ball in an instant, wrapping Yang Mucheng in it.

"Not good!"

Seeing this scene, Lu Yao'er's face was bloodless and shocked.

But her cultivation is too low, and in the face of the momentum generated during the battle between the two sides, let alone making a move, it is extremely difficult to take a step forward!

"Is this the difference between the fifth and sixth lines?"

The sect masters present all looked shocked.

Though.

They and this Cong Yuanhua are also strong men in the early stage of the Purple Mansion, but their combat power is less than half of that of the other party.

"It's horrible!"

In everyone's heart, such a thought arose.

"How could he be so strong?" someone couldn't help but ask.

Zhu Zhengyi shook his head and smiled bitterly: "They are also strong people in the Purple Mansion, and there is also a gap." Cultivating the exercises, the martial arts learned, whether the internal strength is huge or not, and whether the body, qi and blood are strong...... Every point determines the strength of a martial artist. This is better than us from Yuanhua, just pick it out at random. ”

"Broken!"

Just when the huge earth ball was about to close and crush Yang Mucheng to life, Yang Mucheng split the earth ball with the Star Luo Xuanye Sword.

But at this time.

From Yuanhua is already another trick.

I saw that the Buddha behind him was prosperous, and thousands of arms were conjured under his ribs, and the whole person was like a thousand-armed Guanyin. With each of his hands, he quickly pinched out a seal or made a gesture. I just saw that when the ball of soil that was chopped by Yang Mucheng was about to turn into thousands of dust and scatter it towards the ground, it was transformed again.

or a fist, or a palm, or a claw, or a finger......

The Buddha has thousands of dharma appearances and hundreds of millions of incarnations. This time, from Yuanhua's attack, there are more than billions!

This blow was even more rapid than before, like a rain of bullets blasting towards Yang Mucheng. And Yang Mucheng casually pinched a seal duel, and the Star Luo Xuanye Sword in his hand flew out with a bang, releasing a tangible sword qi, which condensed into a sword gang in front of him, and he didn't dodge or dodge, and caught these countless attacks alive.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

One attack after another, shockingly hit Jian Gang, erupting into pieces of earth-shattering dust.

Yang Mucheng squinted and sneered:

"That's all you have, and you want to kill me?"

He didn't know which sect Cong Yuanhua belonged to, but no matter who it was, he couldn't stop Yang Mucheng from having a murderous intent.

In this world, for Yang Mucheng, there are only two kinds of people.

One is friends.

One is the enemy.

If you have come to kill him, you are his enemy. In dealing with the enemy, Yang Mucheng will not be merciful.

"Enough to kill you!"

From Yuan Hua's pupils, the Buddha light behind him erupted again.

Originally.

The Buddha's light was like a red sun, but at this moment, it was a golden light, as if a god and Buddha had descended. But I saw that the dust that was falling from the sky gathered rapidly at this moment, rolling in the void and transforming into a huge Buddha appearance, majestic and sacred and not to be offended.

This huge image of the Buddha, at the same time as it appeared, shouted a Buddha horn, and the huge Buddha palm was crushed towards Yang Mucheng!

"Click!"

There was a crisp and piercing sound, and the sword gang that was condensed outside the Star Luo Xuanye Sword actually burst open at this moment!

(End of chapter)