Chapter 1 Assembling at Hanlong Inn, Inviting a Battle After Drinking

The seven greatest grandmasters in the world gathered at Hanlong Inn!

Inviting a battle after the drinks were done!

Inside the third floor of Hanlong Inn, Pang Wan Yang's clothes moved without wind, his aura as flamboyant as a volcano that had been dormant for millions of years, about to erupt.

In an instant, Hanlong Inn shook, dust '簌簌而落' (sù sù ér luò - falling gently) from the eaves and corners.

He dared to challenge six of the world's greatest experts!

Outside Hanlong Inn, Madam Bai Lian, amidst the vast yellow sands, wore a drastically changed expression. At the corner of the first floor, the unconscious landlady suddenly jumped up, yelling hysterically:

"Cook, waiter, why aren't you coming to carry me! My legs, my legs are numb!"

Above the long table on the third floor, several people's expressions shifted.

The expressions of King Zhuan Lun and the Bai Yue Zhenren remained unchanged, because they had never considered challenging Pang Wan Yang.

Yan Kuangtu, however, slammed his wine cup down with a 'pa' sound, his gaze instantly blazing.

Mu Qingfeng's long sword hummed in his palm, emitting a low dragon's roar.

The two of them harbored the thought of fighting, to glean insights into the changes in the Qi of Heaven.

Yi Xiu let out a soft sigh, his majestic aura like a mountain already locking onto everyone present.

Anyone who dared to move would face his thunderous rage.

Drawn by his aura, everyone's aura also erupted, each refusing to yield.

Even the Bai Yue Zhenren and King Zhuan Lun, who did not want to participate, were forced to join in this Qi traction.

Boom!

The vast aura, like a substantial wolf smoke, soared into the sky. The thick roof of Hanlong Inn, strong enough to withstand storms, turned to dust upon contact, scattered into the long sky by the air currents.

Only An Qisheng sat still, his expression calm, with a flowing light flashing between his opening and closing eyes, as if imprinting this scene before him.

Seven great experts gathering in a small inn beyond the Great Wall was unprecedented, and might not be seen again in the future. For An Qisheng, it was extremely precious.

"Sixty years ago, Pang came to Da Feng for the first time. For twenty years, he measured the world, learned from heaven and earth, and comprehended the extreme of the human body..."

Facing the Qi-linked, seemingly about to attack peerless masters, Pang Wan Yang stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze as bright as golden sun, slowly recounting:

"In the next twenty years, Pang truly reached the limit of man. For forty years, being the best in the world, I felt that the human body was limited, while the heaven and earth were limitless. The true Taiyin Wuji (Supreme Yin Limitless) is the limitless of heaven and earth, not the limitless of the human body…"

"Only now do I realize that the heaven and earth are boundless, the heaven and earth are limitless…"

At the long table, the six people looked indifferent, watching Pang Wan Yang calmly.

In the fluttering air currents, his clothes fluttered as he commented on everyone:

"Mu Qingfeng, you observe the mountains, seas, clouds, the rising and setting of the sun and moon to gain enlightenment. Your sword light contains many changes in the world, forming Sword Twenty-One, worthy of being called a peerless genius…"

Mu Qingfeng's face was as deep as water, the sword's cry graceful and soft, like a dragon circling.

"Yan Kuangtu, you rose from humble beginnings, roamed the martial world, laughed at the kings and nobles of the world. Your Great Peng King Fist is unparalleled, and you led the Da Long Sect to dominate a state. You are truly an outstanding figure of this era…"

Yan Kuangtu poured and drank on his own, using the words as a toast.

"Bai Yue, you rarely fight with others in your life, sitting quietly on the mountaintop for decades, comprehending the changes of the heavenly heart. You are not as good as Han Changgong in understanding the general trend of people, armies, and countries, but your understanding of heaven and earth is the best in the world."

The Bai Yue Zhenren did not speak, his fingers tapping on the table, ripples appearing in his eyes.

"Zhuan Lun, you use Buddhist Dharma to incorporate Demonic Arts, forming a unique system. Your Qi field covers ten miles, and where your mind is, is the Buddhist kingdom. You are revered by tens of thousands of people as a living Buddha. Your profoundness in spiritual cultivation is rare in the world…"

King Zhuan Lun placed his palms together in front of his chest, the smile on his face gradually disappearing.

"Yi Xiu!"

"Everyone in the world says you are the second best in the world, surpassed by later generations one by one. Pang knows that you were already famous throughout the world two hundred years ago, and then retreated bravely, becoming a monk at Huangjue Temple. You sat for two Jiazi (120 years), and finally achieved the Dao of the Sun.

"After sitting for another two Jiazi, you achieved the Sun Limitless. In this world, you are number one in Yang-style strength and domineering!"

"Amitabha."

Facing Pang Wan Yang's comments, Yi Xiu finally raised his eyelids, his cloudy eyes seeming to contain a rising sun.

In this world, if anyone is qualified to comment on these five divine-veined grandmasters, it must be Pang Wan Yang.

No one else has this qualification.

Listening to his comments, An Qisheng slowly raised his eyebrows, the ripples in the depths of his eyes slowly calming down.

"However, you…"

Pang Wan Yang stood with his hands behind his back, his long hair and clothes flying. His already tall body was now as majestic as an unshakable divine mountain, the sound of gold and jade colliding flowing through the void:

"Are all inferior to me!"

Are all inferior to me!

These four words were not grand, but contained Pang Wan Yang's absolute confidence in dominating the world for decades.

In the third floor, the atmosphere froze.

King Zhuan Lun's smile completely disappeared, Yi Xiu's eyelids trembled, Mu Qingfeng's long sword hummed as if about to fly out of his hand, the Bai Yue Zhenren's expression changed, Yan Kuangtu's long eyebrows stood upside down…

However, even the arrogant Yan Kuangtu and the aloof Mu Qingfeng were speechless for a moment.

Because Pang Wan Yang's status was truly earned by him, fist by fist, step by step!

The throne of the best in the world was built upon the bones and souls of countless experts!

"Therefore, you don't need to compete!"

In the cold, indifferent, arrogant, and peaceful gazes, Pang Wan Yang leaped like a dragon ascending to the sky, his clothes fluttering, like a god descending from the clouds:

"You can all come one by one, defeat you,

Then I will fight Wang Quan!"

Rumble!

The sky exploded, the vast sound waves reaching the clouds, covering the sky.

As the air currents rolled and the clouds churned, Pang Wan Yang stood with his arms raised, his aura surging, like angry waves in a storm, creating a grand momentum.

In the endless high sky, dark clouds seemed to be rolling in!

It seemed that the celestial phenomena were changing!

The group of waiters, cooks, guests, and the landlady carried by several people, who had fled from Hanlong Inn, all looked up in horror.

Can martial arts be cultivated to this extent?

Is this still a human being?

Looking at that figure, their minds were blank.

Looking up to a high mountain?

The sea accepting all rivers?

Looking down on all around?

It seemed that all adjectives in the world could be placed on him, and it seemed that all adjectives were not enough to describe his aura.

For dozens of miles, the wind and sand stopped, as if being pushed away by an endless, vast force, howling and fleeing.

All tangible and intangible matter was fleeing from that figure standing in the sky, as majestic as a god or demon.

Earth-shattering!

Even now, Pang Wan Yang's words were still echoing in the third floor of Hanlong Inn.

Everyone's expressions were changing.

They all looked at An Qisheng.

Without a single comment, the eight words 'Defeat you first, then fight Wang Quan' were enough.

No one would fail to understand the meaning of Pang Wan Yang's words.

"Amitabha!"

Yi Xiu put his hands together, but his aura calmed down, as if brewing.

As his aura calmed down, the aura of the others also calmed down. Only Yan Kuangtu, rose suddenly, his aura climbing like wolf smoke piercing the sky.

"Pang, you are too arrogant!"

In a long roar that pierced the clouds, Yan Kuangtu opened his arms, his body leaping up like a Peng spreading its wings, soaring into the sky like a meteor, dragging out a blazing air current thousands of feet long!

He rushed straight towards Pang Wan Yang!

One burst!

His temperament was completely different!

If Yan Kuangtu before was just a seemingly unruly old man, now he was like a king looking down on the world.

Stepping into the air was like a great dragon raising its head, wherever he passed, the air currents raged and collapsed, and the air waves rolled.

As his arms spread, he truly resembled a Peng swooping down from the sky!

At a glance, one could feel the fierce and unruly aura!

Boom!

The air rippled, as if the sea was being drained by him, creating waves.

His true Qi surged, reaching the peak in an instant, and then erupting.

Between the swinging of his arms, a majestic and extremely overbearing torrent of fist force was bombarded, striking towards Pang Wan Yang in the long sky.

Looking up from below, it was like a rainbow piercing the sun.

This was the Great Peng King Fist's attack on the sky!

Two long howls.

One was like a Kun (mythical fish), swallowing the essence of heaven and earth.

One was like a Peng, fighting bloody battles in the nine heavens.

At this moment, Yan Kuangtu had raised his divine intent, true Qi, and fighting intent to the highest level!

The surging fighting intent burned like a substantial flame.

Above the long sky, Pang Wan Yang stood upright, the clouds around him like dragons circling his body, the essence of heaven and earth seeming to pour into his body.

Seeing Yan Kuangtu rise into the air, he raised his arm and pressed it down.

Boom!

It seemed that the void and heaven and earth were sinking at this moment.

In the increasingly rampant torrents, his golden jade-like palm clenched, as if grasping the void and heaven and earth in his palm.

Then, the vast fist force, like a divine mountain collapsing, came crashing down.

Like a rolling heavenly river pouring down.

Pressed down horizontally.

"Pang Wan Yang!"

In the rampant air currents, Yan Kuangtu let out another long roar, his fighting intent, already reaching the limit, soared three more inches.

In the next instant, the two fists collided, like the earth and moon colliding!

Rumble!

The firmament shook, and thousands of air explosions resounded at once!

Bang!

In one collision, Pang Wan Yang struck from above, his body unmoved.

Yan Kuangtu, who was bearing the powerful blow, did not retreat either!

"Happy, happy!"

Yan Kuangtu laughed boldly, his body disappearing into the long sky in an instant.

And in the next instant, the long sky was full of his figures!

Up,

Down,

Left,

Right,

Front,

Back!

For a time, Yan Kuangtu's figure seemed to permeate the long sky, one person's long laugh seeming to become thousands of people laughing together.

In the next instant, thousands of figures all attacked Pang Wan Yang!

Fists, palms, fingers, legs!

Thousands of figures punched out tens of thousands of fists in an instant, shattering countless layers of clouds and air currents.

Covering the sky and earth, completely submerging Pang Wan Yang!

"Good! Good! Good Yan Kuangtu, good Great Peng King Fist!"

Facing thousands of figures attacking at the same time, Pang Wan Yang's face also moved, and after a sigh of admiration, he clenched his fist and struck down again!

This fist was empty, floating, and seemed extremely slow, but with just one blow, it seemed to hit all directions at the same time.

It struck all the attacks that were coming horizontally!

Rumble!

In the next instant, only the visible air currents and cloud sea spread out, like thousands of wind dragons trampling the sky, galloping in all directions.

It was as if a mushroom cloud exploded in the long sky, and the substantial smoke spread for miles or dozens of miles!

Like the sky collapsing!

The magnitude of the momentum caused many people outside Hanlong Inn to turn pale.

In the third floor, the eyes of several people also focused.

At the same time, Mu Qingfeng had already stepped into the air.

His movements were gentle and contained infinite beauty. He stepped into the sky without any panic, as if walking on flat ground, already spanning hundreds of feet in the long sky.

Buzz~

A sword cry like a tiger's roar and a dragon's roar resounded loudly.

A three-foot-long sword, blue-green in color and covered with scattered autumn water patterns, had already been raised to the sky.

The sword Qi was like a thunder dragon roaring, rolling into the sky!

With one sword strike, the rampant, rolling air currents had already been cut open.

The sword light was dazzling, but contained the ultimate sharpness. In an instant, it had already drawn a sword mark hundreds of feet long in the long sky, lasting for a long time, as if it were to exist forever.

This sword truly seemed to cut open the heaven and earth!

In the yellow sand, outside Hanlong Inn, everyone who saw this scene was stunned.

Such sword light, such sword intent, such divine sword!

"Sword One…"

Looking at the 'one' character sword mark written by ghosts and gods above the long sky, An Qisheng's eyes flickered.

Mu Qingfeng learned from the mountains, seas, clouds, and sky, creating Sword Twenty-One. Each sword was the most top-notch sword technique in the world.

In the Jiu Fu Realm (Long Floating Realm), only in terms of sword techniques, apart from the legendary Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique, nothing could surpass it.

"Mu Qingfeng!"

As the sword light soared into the sky like a dragon, a figure fell from the long sky, letting out an angry shout.

It was Yan Kuangtu.

Yan Kuangtu spat out a mouthful of black blood and fell a thousand feet. Just when he was about to fall into the vast sea of sand, he stopped abruptly.

He looked at the one-character sword light traversing the heaven and earth, and couldn't help but cursed:

"I'm not dead yet!"

Die in battle, die in battle, I'm not dead yet!

Yan Kuangtu shouted angrily and was about to rush into the long sky, but stopped after taking a step.

In the battle between experts like them, life and death could not be determined in a moment, but the victory or defeat, one or two moves, and thousands of moves were not very different.

He seemed to strike in an instant, but he had already used the Great Peng King Fist to its full extent.

Pang Wan Yang took it head-on, and he had already lost.

"Mu Qingfeng, let me see your progress!"

Above the long sky, seeing a sword traversing the sky, Pang Wan Yang let out a soft sigh.

With a soft sigh, his body seemed to become a black hole, swallowing the essence of heaven and earth, as if the long sky was helping him.

In an instant, the consumption of his battle with Yan Kuangtu had been erased.

Moreover, with the momentum of victory, his power was even three points higher.

Facing the sword light, he did not dodge or avoid it. His golden jade-like fingers moved, and as the air currents exploded, he formed a fist again and smashed down.

It was still a punch.

But it was different from the punch that struck Yan Kuangtu horizontally. The strength was extremely condensed, as if the heaven and earth spiritual energy within a few miles was condensed between his fingers and palms.

His flesh and blood body actually bloomed with a sharp light that could cut gold and break iron!

Whether it was facing Yan Kuangtu or Mu Qingfeng, he was not holding back at all. As soon as he made a move, he exerted his full strength.

This punch struck down horizontally.

Like a celestial saber and immortal sword, it also cut open the air currents and heavily met Mu Qingfeng's sword that pierced the long sky.

Boom!

When the fist and sword collided, a thunderous explosion sounded first!

Then came the sound of thousands of gold and iron collisions amidst the burning of the long sky!

One sword was like thousands of swords!

Pang Wan Yang's tall body seemed to be shrouded in endless sword light, his flesh and blood body constantly colliding with the rampant sword light like steel!

As soon as the two made a move, they had already launched an extremely fierce confrontation!

For a time, the long sky was full of the sound of gold and iron clashing and the rampant sword light, as if the long sky had become a sea of swords.

After Sword One, Mu Qingfeng took another step, facing the saber-like hurricane, shook his arm, and the long sword made a sound, vibrating the sword like a dragon, actually using the long sword to utter substantive words:

"Sword Twenty-Two!"

With one sword strike, Mu Qingfeng had abandoned all probing and all preludes, directly slashing out the strongest sword Dao he had comprehended for many years, even surpassing his former Sword Twenty-One that had swept across the world.

Sword Twenty-Two!

Buzz~

In an instant, the sword light flourished, momentarily obscuring all the light between heaven and earth.

In the sea of sand thousands of feet away, Wu Liu San, who had come with Zhao Tianfeng, only glanced up and couldn't help but let out a soft cry, lowered his head, and covered Zhao Tianfeng's eyes.

Zhao Tianfeng was terrified. He saw that under Wu Liu San's tightly closed eyelids, two lines of blood and tears had been left.

His eyes had been pierced by the sword Qi!

Outside Hanlong Inn, there were even more screams. The waiters of Hanlong Inn screamed, throwing the landlady on the ground and ignoring her. They covered their eyes and rolled on the ground.

This feeling was like a person who had not seen the light for decades suddenly witnessing strong light. The pain was as if someone had stabbed their eyes.

"Brother Mu's sword Dao is becoming more and more refined. This sword should be Sword Twenty-Two…"

In the third floor, An Qisheng, the Bai Yue Zhenren, and others would naturally not be hurt by the sword light, but witnessing this sword strike, they couldn't help but be amazed.

"Taoist Wang Quan, what do you think of this sword?"

After a sigh, King Zhuan Lun looked at An Qisheng with flickering eyes.

An Qisheng was looking at the long sky. Hearing this, he replied indifferently:

"You can't take it!"

King Zhuan Lun's smile did not diminish, but he nodded slightly and sighed:

"Yes, I can't take this sword head-on…"

It was already like this watching from thousands of feet away.

Pang Wan Yang, who was bearing the brunt, was instantly torn apart by the sword light!

At this moment, his arms opened wide, and the invisible true Qi burst out of his body in an instant. It was the heaven and earth spiritual energy he had swallowed before, and it burst out at this moment.

It was as if a volcano that had accumulated for countless years had erupted with the hottest magma!

Instantly melting the overwhelming, ubiquitous sword light.

But in the next instant, a three-foot-long sword pierced through the tangible Qi wall. The Qi wall, comparable to the hardest material in the world, was pierced through like paper!

The three-foot-long sword was still like autumn water, but at this moment, it seemed to be plated with a layer of blood-colored light, carrying a shocking killing intent!

At this moment, even Pang Wan Yang felt a darkness in front of him.

The killing intent contained in this sword had already killed all tangible and intangible matter in the entire long sky!

Including sight!

Including insensitivity!

Including his mental induction!

All senses, including this space, had been 'killed' by this sword!

Even Pang Wan Yang finally felt a hint of crisis in his heart at this time.

"This sword…"

Without thought or feeling, Pang Wan Yang suddenly let out a soft sigh.

His hands suddenly raised and clenched!

Boom!

Boom!

It seemed that two thunderbolts flashed when his two fists clenched, scattering the air currents and golden light.

Then,

Just as the long sword was about to reach his body, his two fists closed together, like two mountains colliding, like two meteors colliding.

Rumble!

The extremely majestic true Qi was detonated in an instant!

At the same time, the endless heaven and earth spiritual energy emanating from Pang Wan Yang's body was also detonated!

In an instant, in the eyes of An Qisheng and others, a mushroom cloud covering several miles exploded again in the long sky, the air currents surging and spreading in all directions.

A white figure fell from the long sky with a broken sword.

The famous Taibai Sword was actually smashed by Pang Wan Yang's fists!

"Mu Little White Face!"

In mid-air, Yan Kuangtu's long eyebrows raised and he soared into the air and caught Mu Qingfeng.

Under the force of the giant, his body rubbed violently against the air and flew hundreds of feet before he stopped.

But he suddenly smiled:

"Pang, you underestimated us, how can you be so embarrassed now?"

His eyesight was excellent.

From thousands of feet away, he could see that Pang Wan Yang's figure was still standing, but his chest had been pierced by the long sword!

Mu Qingfeng's last move, Sword Twenty-Two, which exceeded his expectations, still hit him!

Just a little bit short of killing him!

"Mountains and rivers are all in one sword. Mu Qingfeng, you can be called the best in sword Dao alone!"

Above the long sky, Pang Wan Yang sighed.

The flesh and blood disappeared from his chest, and the heart could be seen beating in a sword mark.

But in an instant, as he opened his arms, essence, Qi, and spirit poured in, and his aura rose again.

"War Demon Scripture!"

In the third floor, An Qisheng suddenly spoke.

Yi Xiu slowly got up, put his hands together, nodded slightly and said: "That's right, the War Demon Scripture! Pang Wan Yang's War Demon Scripture is by no means the best in the world, but under his deduction, it has long surpassed his predecessors.

"With his current attainments, he will only become stronger and stronger in battle, and the more injured he is, the more domineering his aura will be."

The reason why he allowed Mu Qingfeng and Yan Kuangtu to take action was that he felt the change in Pang Wan Yang's aura and knew that unless they swarmed up and killed him completely, a wheel battle would not only not hinder him, but would also be of great benefit to him.

But even if he knew this, what he sought was the spiritual opportunity, not victory or defeat, and he had no intention of joining forces with the two.

Similarly, neither Mu Qingfeng nor Yan Kuangtu had any possibility of joining forces with anyone to fight the enemy.

"Master, why bother?"

Looking at Yi Xiu who got up, An Qisheng suddenly spoke.

"Does the Taoist know something?"

Yi Xiu raised his feet lightly, and there seemed to be tangible steps in the air, which he stepped on, stepping into the sky step by step:

"Then the Taoist should know that this is the only opportunity for the old monk…"

An Qisheng sighed.

Living long often means knowing a lot. For example, Yi Xiu, he certainly didn't have Wang Qi Art like Han Changgong, nor did he have the divination of the Bai Yue Zhenren, but in nearly three hundred years, what he could see was definitely not comparable to the former two.

It was because he saw something that he had to do it because in the future, he would no longer have the courage to challenge the best in the world.

"Senior Brother!"

At this time, King Zhuan Lun suddenly got up, put his hands together, and bowed his hands:

"Junior Brother wishes you an early ascent to Paradise!"

The Bai Yue Zhenren also felt something and got up and bowed his hands.

Tat-tat-tat~~~

The old monk stepped into the sky.

His body radiated a wisp of golden light, and every step he took, the golden light became stronger. When he reached a thousand feet in the air and stood opposite Pang Wan Yang, the light radiating from his body was already like the golden sun.

Brilliant and vast, dazzling and holy!

Looking from a distance, in the lines of light comparable to the golden sun, it seemed that one could see a Buddha sitting cross-legged in the sea of clouds.

The Buddha occupied the nine heavens, but he was not detached from the world. On the contrary, the surrounding sea of clouds seemed to have turned into human fireworks, setting off the Buddha as if he were a Buddha of the human world.

At this time, the dying old monk, with his dry, thin, and short body, had an aura like a mountain, suppressing tens of miles of the long sky.

From thousands of feet away, everyone felt suppressed and couldn't breathe smoothly for a while.

"Amitabha!"

In the brilliant golden light, the old monk Yi Xiu put his palms together and chanted a Buddhist chant.

At this time, he was still old, but in Pang Wan Yang's eyes, the old monk seemed to be cast in gold and iron. His three hundred years of majestic true Qi connected the heaven and earth spiritual energy within a dozen miles, crisscrossing each other.

Even a real majestic mountain might not be comparable to him now.

"I still underestimated you… Your body's Zhiyang Zhigang (Supreme Yang Supreme Strong) Gang Qi is enough to suppress the world. Nearly three hundred years of cultivation is truly earth-shattering!"

Pang Wan Yang's expression was calm.

How long was three hundred years?

Da Feng was only two hundred years old. An old monk who had lived longer than the dynasty, even if his talent was not top-notch, would not be underestimated after three hundred years of day and night cultivation.

Looking at the old monk, he said:

"I have won two games first, and the momentum has risen. You can take the lead!"

The War Demon Scripture was the culmination of his integration of the Demon Sect's predecessors' classics. He had measured the world and dominated the world for decades. He was best at nurturing momentum. After two games, even though he was almost pierced through the heart by a sword.

But his state at this time was three points better than before.

"More than two hundred years ago, the old monk killed countless lives and created too much karma. After shaving his head, he became more and more disliked killing techniques. Because he disliked them, he gradually forgot them and didn't know how to use them…"

The old monk Yi Xiu sighed and said:

"Four Jiazi have passed, and I, the old monk, have forgotten all the unique skills of Huangjue Temple, forgotten the once rampant Demon Slaying Saber and Life-Taking Fist. A few days ago, I also forgot the Lion's Roar…

"Unfortunately, I, the old monk, still value life and death too much, and there is still a Golden Bell Shield that I have summarized, which I have not forgotten…"

His voice was still loud, but there seemed to be no trace of true Qi in it, just a loud voice.

Pang Wan Yang's pupils shrank, and a dignified look appeared on his face.

In Hanlong Inn, An Qisheng, the Bai Yue Zhenren, and Yan Kuangtu and Mu Qingfeng in mid-air, their hearts also jumped.

No one expected that this old monk would dare to challenge Pang Wan Yang after forgetting all his martial arts!

As the voice floated, Yi Xiu put his hands together and stepped forward:

"I would like to trouble the Demon Lord to help the old monk forget this method!"

"Good!"

Looking at Yi Xiu walking forward, Pang Wan Yang stepped forward. With a long howl, he raised his arms high, his five fingers clenched, gathering heavy cloud currents, wrapping majestic true Gang, and slammed down on Yi Xiu like a hammer!

Dang!!

It was as if the thousand-jin Huangjue Bell in Huangjue Temple had been struck!

Layers of air currents and hurricanes spread out in all directions with majestic true Qi.

The vast sound waves spread in all directions, audible for hundreds of miles!

Buzz~

The golden light vibrated substantially.

No one could take Pang Wan Yang's full punch head-on, not even Yi Xiu!

In the slightly scattered golden light, Yi Xiu's body trembled, and drops of blood dripped from his mouth and nose.

"Please also, Demon Lord, help the old monk forget this method!"

After a slight tremor, Yi Xiu stepped forward again, blood dripping, the divine light in his cloudy eyes even stronger.

"Good, good, good!"

After one hammer strike, Pang Wan Yang's long hair fluttered, and his clothes bulged like bellows.

He said three good words in a row. As he stepped, majestic true Qi condensed again, forming a fist mark with a radius of a mile, and slammed it heavily on the golden Gang Qi in the sky!

This time, he did not leave any strength behind!

Rumble!

It was as if thousands of thunderbolts exploded at the same time!

In the rampant bell wave air currents, Pang Wan Yang clenched his fists again, and the meteor-like fist marks struck again!

Boom!

Boom!

Once launched, Pang Wan Yang did not hold back any longer. Each punch was heavier than the last, and the momentum was greater than the last.

In an instant, he had already slammed twelve punches in a row!

Every time he received a punch, Yi Xiu's body shook, and blood flowed from his mouth, nose, eyes, ears, and seven orifices.

After twelve punches, his cassock had been soaked in blood!

"Not… enough!"

Opening his mouth and spitting out a mouthful of blood, Yi Xiu murmured to himself.

"What a Golden Bell Shield…"

In the rampant hurricane, Pang Wan Yang's expression was serious, and he spat out word by word.

He had never seen anyone who could take his thirteen punches head-on without dying, and he felt very admiration in his heart.

Three hundred years of undefeated true Gang. In the world, I am afraid that no one has such terrifying Gang Qi.

Boom!

Thousands of wind dragons roared in the ten-mile-long sky, and streams of heaven and earth spiritual energy poured into Pang Wan Yang's body, replacing human strength with the power of heaven and earth.

With one step, he had already set off fist marks all over the sky.

Like ten thousand horses galloping, like ten thousand arrows raining down, like countless stars falling, he instantly enveloped Yi Xiu, who was shrouded in golden light!

Rumble!

Heaven and earth seemed to lose their color at this moment!

The suspended clouds had long been gone, and the magnificent golden light had also collapsed at this moment, with thousands of golden lights scattered in the long sky, as if golden rain was falling all over the sky.

"Yi Xiu…"

Inside Hanlong Inn, in mid-air, the eyes of An Qisheng and others all converged on the collapsing golden light like rain.

"Taking one hundred and twenty punches from me… there will never be a second one in the world."

Pang Wan Yang stood up straight, with respect on his face for the first time, and some regret:

"Unfortunately, you didn't grasp that fleeting spiritual opportunity, and I didn't see it either…"

In the collapsing golden light, blood fell like rain, but it was already impossible to distinguish between the golden light and the blood.

One hundred and twenty punches had already destroyed his three hundred years of martial arts cultivation and completely shattered his Golden Bell Shield.

At this point, he was truly alone.

Yi Xiu, who was like a blood man, still put his hands together and bowed slightly to Pang Wan Yang.

He sighed in disappointment:

"All actions are impermanent, and the living must have an end. Not being born is not dying, and this extinction is the most joyful…"

As the voice floated, his body, along with the golden light and blood rain, was blown away into the long sky.

Amidst the scattered air currents, Pang Wan Yang was silent for a moment, and then bowed in return:

"Friend, have a good journey…"

Dang~~~

At the moment of Yi Xiu's death.

Thousands of miles away in the Central Province Huangjue Temple, the Huangjue Bell, which had been re-hung with great effort, suddenly let out long cries.

The bell rang, shaking the entire Huangjue Temple.

"Ancestor, have a good journey."

In front of the training platform, the great monks such as San Kong, San Yin, and San Mu seemed to have known for a long time, with sorrowful faces, put their hands together, and bowed to the Huangjue Bell.

"Senior Brother, may you ascend to Paradise early…"

In the third floor, King Zhuan Lun bowed deeply.

He had no friendship with Yi Xiu, and even had resentment, but at this time, he only had respect and sigh.

Seeking the Dao until death, his heart was like iron.

You are, and so am I.

"Three hundred years, Master, you have not lost."

The Bai Yue Zhenren also sighed.

Even though he had vaguely expected this scene, seeing it with his own eyes, he still sighed in his heart.

"Master Yi Xiu, have a good journey!"

An Qisheng raised his wine glass from afar and poured the wine into the air.

Turning around, he looked at the long sky.

At the same time, Pang Wan Yang lowered his eyes.

"Fight?"

"Fight!"