Above Wanxian Mountain.

At this time, even the four great immortals of Zhengyi, Quanzhen, couldn't help but glance at the young man in the Taoist robe who stopped opposite Wang Chongyang.

Mrs. Wei, the Shangqing dynasty of the Yidaomen, and Donghua and Lu Jingxiu, were shocked inexplicably.

The Dao Song Chaotang, Zhengyilonghu Mountain, Quanzhen Nansect and other forces who were secretly observing this battle were all alarmed at this moment.

I couldn't believe that the person who saved the two great ancestors of Qingcheng was the Zhengyi Daozi Chen Xixiang.

Qiu Chuji and others were trembling and trembling.

"Is this kind of speed of practice human beings..."

On the other hand, they looked at their master and once again firmly believed that the decision they and others had asked their master to come out was extremely correct.

This kind of monster must not be left behind. When it is a big boom, it will be truly sad!

Huh ~

"The Tao is like a wheel, cycled back and forth. Thousands of years ago, Master Zhang Tian unified the Taoist sect in the world, and Zhengyi was the supreme. Later, Zhong Lu preached the Taoist sect, and I, Quanzhen, Zu, ordered the Taoist jungle to make everyone in the world respect Quanzhen. Now it is another cycle, and Zhengyi really has another person like you."

After seeing Chen Xixiang save two ancestors, Wang Chongyang calmed down his mood after a sudden change in his heart and sighed:

"But I am destined to be lonely again? I don't believe it."

He shook his head.

An extremely strong personal confidence was revealed through the words.

There is an invisible momentum that wants to rebel against the general trend, create the universe, and grasp the fortunes of the world.

“Master…”

Qiu Chuji and others were in a state of excitement.

This is their master, a scholar who has already known him as his ancestor.

A person who is confident to open up a new path to his own Quanzhen Sect under the Quanzhen Taoism held by Zhang Ziyang, a great immortal in the Thirteenth Realm.

What he was going to do was a Quanzhen Sect Master who could be as famous as Zhang Ziyang, rather than an affiliated sect of Quanzhendao.

This can be seen from his sorting out the inheritance of the Quanzhen Sect and saying that he was directly passed down by the two ancestors of Zhong and Lu, and it was not Zhang Ziyang's Quanzhen thoughts.

How could such a Taoist judge that his Quanzhen Taoist system could not flourish because of a strange phenomenon?

Chen Xixiang's voice was faint: "Don't talk nonsense. Since this battle was proposed by you, please take the fist!"

The rules of this battle are simple.

Whoever loses will surrender and join another faction.

If he doesn't come, Qingcheng will not be in the world after Qingcheng loses, but when he comes, there will be no Quanzhen Sect, Tianxian Sect, and Louguan Sect in the world.

After Chen Xixiang said a clean and neat sentence, he stepped nine steps in the void, opened his sleeves, stretched forward with five fingers, and then suddenly pinched the void.

boom!!

In an instant, blood and energy burst out all over his body, and a fist mark rushed towards Wang Chongyang!

According to the habit he developed in the past world, he used to talk after he finished talking!

The realm cultivation shown by Wang Chongyang is far beyond that of the ordinary ten-level immortals. However, with the power accumulated by Chen Xixiang from multiple worlds, although his magic power is only of the Nine-level quality, he is still full of confidence.

It does not belong to any posture of Tai Chi diagram, Taixu Tower, Taishi Bell, or the cycle of reincarnation.

It seems that there is only one punch, but it is the condensation of the essence of various boxing techniques that Chen Xixiang absorbed across all realms!

As this fist passed by, all the colors, smells, and lights between the void of heaven and earth were taken away and became dim.

The vast will of fist will flow endlessly, like a river spanning the sky.

The experts who were following in the dark were shocked:

"This, the intention of boxing turns into rivers. I have never heard of magic power turning into rivers. There are still people in the world who can evolve into endless roaring feeling like rivers with their will. How do you practice this!"

As a monk named Song Tiandi, who only cultivates magic power, he felt like he had seen a ghost in the actual expression of Chen Xixiang's boxing intention.

It is simply hard to imagine how terrifying the quality of this magic power would be if a person could evolve into a river based on his will alone, and then if the true energy was added, the transformation and integration of the magic power would be!

"What a genius!"

The scene reflected in Wang Chongyang's eyes under this punch was only a bigger and bigger fist.

His eyes were quiet and he stretched out a hand and gently pushed it in front of him.

It was the move he used to fight against the two great ancestors of Qingcheng with one against two.

boom!

A white jade-like palm fell again between the sky. The power of the laws on it intertwined, and the sound of chanting and singing could be faintly heard from the palm.

Huh!

Pushing his palms across, the airflow in the dozens of miles above Wanxian Mountain was slapped by a palm, and it quickly hit Chen Xixiang's fist like a wave!

Boom boom boom!!!

The sound of collision is like rolling thunder shaking out!

Crack ~~

The magic strips on the palms shattered, and the intention of Chen Xixiang's fist also melted inch by inch, and was shaken and shattered.

Two earth-shaking waves swept out.

The airflow above Wanxian Mountain has been disrupted into a ball of paste, rushing wildly in all directions, and the space is constantly collapsed.

The chaotic spiritual energy suddenly became manic here. The airflow was originally flowing, but the next moment it was rolled into a ball by the unparalleled huge force that rushed over, and the three mountains below it collapsed.

The collision of the two people's fists and palms turned the void here into a turbulent stream.

"That young man can really compete with Wang Chongyang! This kind of cultivation speed! He is really a demon in Taoism!"

The Prince of Song, who was above the Luoyang pavilion, looked at the battle situation and his eyes narrowed to a little.

Wang Chongyang himself was far superior to the same realm. He was extremely surprised by the strength of suppressing two immortals in the same realm after nine days. Now this young Taoist who came out of nowhere was able to equalize Wang Chongyang in the first fight.

...

Another place is the border between the Song Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty.

A handsome general in white robe and a hammer-holder were also watching the battle in one way.

The handsome general in white robe had his eyes as lightning as lightning, staring at Chen Xixiang on Wanxian Mountain, with a solemn heart: "This person's body..."

He seemed to have discovered some shocking details.

...

After one punch, Chen Xixiang witnessed Wang Chongyang easily take his punch, and his eyes were indifferent.

"Check my second punch!"

The arm under the sleeve robe suddenly raised, and the blood, acupoints and soul power in the body, three road systems that belong to other worlds exploded instantly!

Buzz!!!

In an instant, a warning echoed in Wang Chongyang's heart and he felt a crisis inexplicably.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Chen Xixiang’s five mountain-like fingers crossing out and pinching a pagoda!

With this pinch, the hundred miles of spaces up and down here seemed to be filled with the pagoda in his palm, and then he fisted it in his palm.

All those who witnessed this punch felt that they and the famous mountains and rivers here were pinned in their palms, dominating all life and death, and disillusionment in the void.

The fist print contains a powerful true meaning that encompasses the universe.

As Chen Xixiang rotated and roared together, a terrifying force was brewing between his fists between his true energy and his soul and his fists!

While Chen Xixiang took a step, he stepped forward and stepped behind the fist and shot straight away.

call!!

A punch hit the ball in an instant, at an seemingly slow but fast speed.

He appeared next to Wang Chongyang.

A punch hit Wang Chongyang in the heart!

Puff puff puff puff puff~~~

In an instant, an unsupportable moan came from the body-protecting magic weapon in front of him, and was penetrated layer by layer.

This is a combination of three forces that combine the second step of Chen Xixiang’s innate peak so far.

The Taixu Tower smashed all foundations, the void was destroyed, the vitality was broken, and Wang Chongyang's protective magic power was instantly beaten into powder with one punch.

The fist wind penetrated Wang Chongyang's clothes and Taoist robe, destroying it inch by inch!

One ten thousandth of a moment.

"I have not fought with anyone in close combat for a long time!"

Wang Chongyang's thoughts changed, his sleeves and robe flew up, his hands were like dragon claws, and they flew out from his ribs in a flash.
To be continued...