Pang Songyi's hair was flying, as if he was standing in the center of a hurricane. He tightened his palms, and the long sword glowed with white light, and the sword's unprecedented sharpness rushed into the sky. Under the gaze of everyone, he could not let Yan Ying steal the limelight. Likewise,

He has to show his sharp claws and sharp teeth to prove that he is still the top master of the dominant side and has the strength to defend his own territory.

One is a sophisticated evil master, and the other is a powerful war god from the Demon Sect. The sword intent and the spear intent collided in the air, and low muffled thunder exploded in succession.

Fu Jingtao, Deng Chengbiao and others hurriedly retreated to avoid being affected by the aftermath. The battle at this level was too terrifying and was beyond their ability to intervene.

Yanying solemnly said: "Please!"

The bloody light suddenly flickered, and a spear was thrust out. The person was seen walking with the gun, and they covered a distance of more than ten feet in an instant. The tip of the gun continued to accelerate at an undetectable rate, and the strong energy formed circles of ripples and spread outward.

The howling sound pierced the eardrums, as fast as a thunderbolt from the sky, and it was despairing.

The spear is the ancestor of all weapons and has been passed down for tens of millions of years. It is a sharp weapon for attacking cities and strongholds, and it naturally emits a cold and murderous aura. This magic spear is in harmony with the spirit and will of Yanying. It is as majestic as a magic dragon, exuding an aura that overwhelms all things.

, as if to break through the space barrier in one fell swoop and travel the universe.

No matter who or what stands in the way of the magic spear, it will turn into powder and dissipate.

This is Iwataka's domineering spirit - from repeated defeats to repeated victories, these years of achievements have built up his extremely strong heart, and he dares to look down on the heroes of the world.

This is the confidence that comes with stepping into martial arts when your spear skills are at their best.

Just with these stunning shots that seemed to penetrate time and space, Iwataka was enough to be crowned the "God of Guns".

Facing the sharp spear, Pang Song shouted angrily, straightened his sword and stabbed straight, the dazzling sword light penetrated into the blood.

Regardless of whether he admits it or not, he has spent a lot of time and effort in the pursuit of immortality over the years. In terms of martial arts, he relies solely on resting on his laurels, and his cultivation has dropped a lot compared to his peak. If he encounters a weak opponent, because the gap between the two sides is too great, he will naturally not

There was no problem, but if he met a warrior of comparable strength, it would be a test of his usual accumulation. So Pang Song didn't think about holding back, and went all out as soon as he drew his sword, trying to defeat Iwa Eagle in the shortest time.

You must know that he had just defeated the three great envoys of the Ming Cult, which required a lot of energy, and then he had to fight fiercely with Yanying, which was really a great test of mental and physical strength. If he was not careful during the confrontation, his lifelong reputation would be completely destroyed.

Destroyed.

Rumble!

The Demon Cult and the steel sword collided violently, and a dazzling light exploded in the dark night. The wind and clouds changed color, the earth heaved, and violent air currents swept in all directions.

Fu Jingtao's eyes were stung by the bright light and he couldn't see what was happening in the center of the battlefield. Then the strong wind carried stones and gravel and hit his face. His body was in pain. But he felt that the surrounding atmosphere was sometimes as violent as fire.

Sometimes it's as sharp as a needle, sometimes it's as harsh as winter, and I can't help but lean this way and that, as if I'm in the midst of doomsday.

Although the details of the confrontation between the two masters could not be clearly seen, the conflict between two completely different superior artistic conceptions was still wonderful. Fu Jingtao simply fell to the ground and let go of his senses to feel the changes in the aura of heaven and earth.

Two evil dragons appeared in the illusion, one red and one white, each using their magical powers to fight. Sometimes they flew into the sky and fell to the ground, sometimes they soared into the clouds and mist, and the fight was inextricable.

At the critical moment of the fierce battle, the white dragon somehow noticed Fu Jingtao, and suddenly formed an incarnation and pounced down. Taking advantage of the white dragon's distraction, the red dragon pounced on the white dragon's back and bit him desperately.

Danglanglang!

Fu Jingtao recovered his mind and slowly opened his eyes.

The bright light faded, the figures separated, and the once suffocating solemn atmosphere gradually dissipated. The Rock Eagle Demonic Spear pointed toward the sky, but only the bare hilt of the sword was left in Pang Song's hand, and the long sword's body had been cracked and damaged in the fierce battle. The two of them.

Eye contact, the thick smell of gunpowder smoke is difficult to resolve.

Yanying said in a deep voice: "Senior Pang, do you want to change your sword and fight again?"

Pang Song sighed softly, threw away the hilt of the sword, and said: "This ordinary iron cannot bear the ravage of your and my strength. If you try another one, the same result will be the same. The future is long, let's say goodbye!" Turning around and flying away from the mouth of the valley,

He sank into the depths of darkness without looking back.

In the battle of innateness, any unfavorable factor will bring fatal consequences. Pang Song lacks magical weapons and has no way to resist Yanying's magic spear. If he continues to entangle, he will only be injured and defeated. It is better to retreat proactively. As the saying goes, he can stay

There is no need to worry about the lack of firewood in the green mountains.

Yan Ying had just made a breakthrough, and the most important thing was how to consolidate his realm, and he had no interest in fighting Pang Song to the end.

The mountain wind blew by, taking away the remaining murderous intent from the scene.

A big stone finally fell to Fu Jingtao's heart. He ran to pick up the jade-handled sword and said with a grin: "Congratulations to Brother Yan Ying for crossing the threshold of acquired heaven and becoming an innate grandmaster! Tonight, I defeated Pang Song in one battle. My magic spear is unparalleled.

The world is shocked!"

After being promoted to the Yanying realm, his domineering attitude became much more restrained, and his gaze became more profound, saying: "Pang Song is old and neglects martial arts practice. He is just a showman. What is there to boast about when he wins? If Jiang Lie or Xiao Hen take action, they will lose.

It must be me!"

Fu Jingtao smiled and said: "Given time, neither Jiang Lie nor Xiao Hen will be your rival!"

Yanying couldn't help but laugh and said: "Do you want to praise me and kill me? The louder my name is, the more restless the other powerful demon sects will be. If the demon sect, Tianmo Sect, Jiuyou Valley, Blood Refining Sect, etc. join forces to attack,

I can't stop so many ferocious enemies."

There are many hills inside the Demon Sect, and mutual killing is never allowed. The rise of Yanying will change the existing structure of the Demon Sect. How can Zong Wei and others allow it? In order to prevent Yanying from becoming powerful, they must do everything possible to suppress it.

Fu Jingtao asked: "Then what are your next plans?"

Yanying said: "This place has been exposed and it is not suitable to stay for a long time. I will immediately lead the old Chai family to the northwest to fulfill Brother Zhou's last wish. After this matter is settled, I will find a place to meditate and concentrate on martial arts practice." He was not happy.

If he is involved in the great cause of restoring the country and pursues personal cultivation, he will part ways with Zhou Zongliang from now on.

Fu Jingtao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Yan Ying said that he would not join the rebels and become the enemy of the Song Dynasty. He said softly: "Brother Yan Ying has saved my life many times and taught me the true meaning of marksmanship. It is a great kindness. Come on.

Without being disrespectful, let me tell you the Tai Chi Secret of Immortality, I hope it will be of some benefit to your practice." Then he used the skill of transmitting sounds into secrets and recited the full text of the Tai Chi Secret of Immortality.

Yanying was able to seize the opportunity for breakthrough from Pang Song's sword intention, and his understanding was undoubtedly strong. He listened and speculated with a look of joy on his face.

After the teaching of the Tai Chi longevity formula was completed, the two held hands and looked up to the sky laughing together.

Some words are already understood by each other without needing to be said.
Chapter completed!