When this one hand appears. In the light, a figure stepped back slightly, and then another figure stepped forward.

In the middle of heaven and earth, an emotionless voice sounded.

"Six. ”

This figure suddenly appeared, and so did this voice. It came and went suddenly.

This hand directly penetrated the black mist and collided with the coming palm.

The collision of fists and palms did not make any sound. Because the speed at which the sound spreads is slower than the bombardment of this moment.

For a moment, there was silence. Even the tide surging in all directions has come to a standstill.

When the physical body is strong enough to a certain extent, it can break through the heavens.

This punch did break through the sky. The rolling black fog has collapsed violently, extending by tens of thousands of feet.

There are starlight dots all around, which are the star marks that burn when the void fragments explode, bursting with brilliant divine light.

It was the annihilation of everything, whether it was the wind, the clouds, or the fog. Even the dust that has existed for countless years is empty under this punch.

From the point of view of the creatures below, these brilliance and brilliance have just appeared and stopped there.

This is really gorgeous, but in the eyes of that strong man, it is like destruction, and his heart is afraid.

Despite the beauty of flowers, he had no leisure to look at the scenery.

Because, that punch had already hit him in the arm.

The wind and clouds are shattered, and the dust is extinguished. Also powdered was his outstretched arm.

This arm, like a bamboo being split by an axe, was split in half without the slightest pause.

This is not a dry bamboo that can be broken at the first touch, but a towering and lush bamboo, which cannot be broken by manpower.

Just, this punch. It's not manpower, it's like the mighty sky.

This is the power to drive away the night, although the heavens and the earth are collapsing. But the Quartet drove the clear stream.

The sky fell, but the earth did not fall. The wind that dissipated was swept up again under this strong force, and there was a majestic gathering.

A clear rain began in the chaos.

A thought of spring rain, I am afraid that it will never dissipate. Perhaps, there will be a day when it will stop. But that was also until the darkness faded and the dawn came.

There was the murmur of flowing water, from the inside to the outside, from the west to the east. From the outside to the inside, and from the east to the west, the flow back, there is a symphonic sound.

There are rivers flowing up, and clouds from all over the world, from the sky, from the earth, to the hollow, and the desire is getting stronger.

Clouds and clear rain descend at the same time, making this heaven and earth, cloudy and bright.

The weather is cooling, and it's also getting warmer.

After the rain is rain, and after the rain is snow. This rain has divided the poles.

The daylight that had just emerged was gradually dimming. However, somewhere, in the tatebana bushes.

In all directions, to be exact.

Flowers, grasses, bamboos, and woods are all silent, vast worlds, wide rivers, only a few leaves floating, even if it is extremely slow, it is difficult to set off this slowness.

The sound is slow, slow and silent. The fluttering of the leaves and the drifting of the leaves are moving as soon as possible, but they are still there as far as the eye can see.

The people below saw the rolling waves of the river, and saw that the world was far away, and it was blurred.

A world far away, a world that is not clear.

They didn't know where it was. Obviously, this world has been in ruins, the mountains have collapsed, and the vegetation has withered, so why do you still see this scene?

There is heaven and earth and frozen, and all the waves are magnificent and frozen in it. When the world is gone, a thought becomes spring and light.

The sun rises in the east, and most of the world is bathed in sunshine. So that everything is bright there.

People don't know that what they see is not the same world. They also don't know that what they see is a world that belongs to one person.

What they see is that it is difficult to distinguish between spring and winter, and it is like a dreamlike alternation. In a trance, the spring scene opened and ushered in the begonias.

That's white. One flower, one flower, tens of millions of begonias.

A few softer chirps came from nowhere.

The sound is moving, and when these few soft sounds are sounded, it is a real resounding movement.

The light whistle is loud, a water is long, and the golden light crosses the sun again.

The dazzling golden light far surpassed the scorching sun that had appeared before. It's just at this moment that there is a moon in the clouds, and under the shocking waves, the white begonias dotted in all directions of heaven and earth are opened.

This is melancholy, all the sorrow for those who died in this foreign turmoil.

"It's time to finish. ”

There was a voice, compared to the howling of the golden dragon in the four directions, it was just a whisper.

It's just that this voice drowned out the roar in all directions.

Including, one of the sounds of horror mixed in with it.

The slow sound is no longer there, and at this moment, hundreds of rivers and thousands of ravines are shaking into the ears is the sound of the tide.

It was the burning of the ice and snow all over the place.

This ice and snow is the strong man who was imprisoned for a short time.

This begonia is the man in the white robe stained with blood, and beside him, there is another figure with a half-corpse leaping over, and it is another punch.

Under this punch, those drifting and finally released.

The ripples are like thousands of roaring waves in the ocean, and a punch runs through the world. Bet on the exhaustion of a blow and distinguish which is weaker and which is stronger.

For a while, the collapsed chaos exploded again, but it was immediately covered by hundreds of rivers and ravines.

Here, it is already Chu Cheng's world. That strong man, in the previous punch, was forced to approach the heaven and earth that belonged to Chu Cheng.

The white robe stroked the sleeves, and the guests were invited into the hustle and bustle. It is a life of rolling red dust spring and autumn. It is also the affection of all living beings.

A lifetime of red dust, all living beings melt into the wind and moon. After the punch of the half-corpse, there was a punch or a palm.

Heaven and earth are already winding. This strong man is very strong, and he has the ability to break through the heaven and earth that belongs to Chu Cheng and all living beings.

It's just that it takes time. It will take some time to break through this world.

However, this moment has only been two breaths. The majestic aura in the distance is gradually approaching.

It's just that these two breaths are enough. For this powerful man, the third breath will never wait.

A sense of destruction suddenly arises. Cutting off all retreats, what is brought is the three powers of death for this Nirvana powerhouse.

The blow of the broken figure directly pierced the head of the strong man, and then, under the destruction of heaven and earth, the body was completely skinless, the body was fragmented, and it was hit by unimaginable damage. It's dying.

There is no end to this winter, and there is a period to this spring. It's just that it won't stop after winter after all. The four seasons rotate, and after this spring, it is destined to be the green and lush of heaven and earth, rather than the bleakness of autumn and the silence of winter.

After spring, there must be summer. And after this summer, it is still spring. What Chu Cheng wants is that all sentient beings feel is warmth. No matter how hot it is in the summer, it is still the excitement of life.

There was a bright light, lit in the drizzle.

It was a blood-red light, and it flickered away. The place that appeared was in the center of Chu Cheng's eyebrows, and the place where it disappeared was in the center of the strong man's head.

The red dust is big, and one person is mastered, and the years have passed.

There is a bright light, which falls on the river, on a boat, so that it no longer follows the rapids, but stops there.

This light will fall on more boats.

In the ups and downs of all beings, when thousands, or even tens of thousands, of lights are lit up and the light is sprinkled, it is also the spilling of hope.

When countless boats are gathered in one place, there is no need to fear the mighty rapids.

In the darkness, there is hope.