My uncle is Lin Zhengying

But Yan Bichen was not prepared.

Yan Bichen's tricks and moves are very simple.

In his hand, there was only a black and white whisk.

There are no visions, no terrifying fluctuations and moves.

Yan Bichen just held the whisk in his hand, facing the storm and the phantom of the bird that locked him, he waved the whisk, and in an instant, he gave people the illusion that everything was frozen!

In fact.

The storm that hit wildly was indeed frozen for a moment at the moment when the whisk was swaying. Even Hirotake Akutagawa, who was falling with the momentum of Mount Tai, felt a strange force coming, and he fell into a moment of rigidity. , like falling into a swamp.

Simultaneously.

The world seems to have lost all the bright colors and has become only simple black and white.

It was also the color of the whisk in Yan Bichen's hand!

Even the phantom of the golden divine bird behind Hirotake Akutagawa seems to have lost its original brilliance and turned into black and white.

of course.

This is just a momentary illusion.

With Akutagawa Hirotake's roar, the frozen picture was broken, and the world was restored to brilliance, except for the many phantoms of Fuchen, there were still colors.

After that, Akutagawa Hongwu's offensive continued unabated, and his power remained undiminished, and he attacked Yan Bichen.

But slowing down for a moment is enough for Yan Bichen to do a lot of things.

The whisk swiped several times in a row, and thousands of ghost whiskers appeared in the sky, and the black and white thin lines were endless and countless.

The fine threads of these dust whisks are woven into the tightest net, like the tentacles of multi-clawed animals. No matter how strong the storm is, in the intensive attack, they are all intercepted by the threads and broken one by one.

Boom boom boom!

Hirotake Akutagawa kept pinching the formula, and waved the wings of the phantom of the divine bird behind him. There were phantom feathers hidden in the endless storm, like arrows hidden in the storm, constantly stabbing towards Yan Bichen.

But no matter how violent the attack was, it was still unable to break through the defense of Yan Bichen's whisk, and made a violent collision and explosion sound, like fireworks rising into the sky.

The black and white threads in the whisk are clearly distinct.

If you observe carefully and look down from mid-air, you can find that all of Yan Bichen's black and white whisk attacks will continuously form one after another huge yin-yang fish patterns!

"What a subtle method of yin and yang!"

Zhang Jing's realm is high, so naturally he can see the subtlety of Yan Bichen's moves without needing to rise into the air.

He discovered that the key point of Yan Bichen's technique is actually somewhat similar to Wuxing Baguazhang.

Five Elements Baguazhang is one of Uncle Jiu's special skills.

The first three levels are mainly to comprehend the power of the five elements, but after reaching the third level, one begins to comprehend the power of yin and yang at a deeper level.

"If Wuxing Baguazhang is raised to the highest level of Dzogchen, I'm afraid it will have such power, right?"

Zhang Jing couldn't help thinking in his heart.

Now he has just reached the third level of Wuxing Baguazhang and is working hard towards the fourth level.

Watching Yan Bichen fight against the enemy today gave him a lot of insight into Wuxing Baguazhang and saved him a lot of hard work.At the same time, I have more expectations for the five elements and eight trigrams palm.

"As for Akutagawa Hirotake, the phantom of the big bird behind him doesn't seem to be a simple phenomenon of martial arts... It's a bit like a boss who can earn merit points!"

"I just don't know if he can really summon the remnant soul of this big bird!"

Zhang Jing still had time to learn useful news from the battle on the field. The battle between Yan Bichen and Akutagawa Hirowu had reached a fever pitch.

As time went by, the two kept colliding with increasing power, which made everyone even more frightened.

Even for Xue Daoyuan, he thinks that his cultivation and strength have reached the limit of the mage realm, and even if someone beats him in the mage realm, it is impossible for him to be much stronger than himself.

It will not be an easy task to win him.

But now seeing the fight between Yan Bichen and Akutagawa Hongwu, he found that the gap between himself and the two is actually a bit too much.

It's not that he can't fight against the two of them, and his cultivation base is barely enough to match the two of them.

but.

If he really went all out, he felt that whether he was facing Yan Bichen or Akutagawa Hirobu, he would lose within five moves!

Not even five tricks.

He may not be able to survive the three moves!

As for Fu Shouyang, he was even more shocked.

Xue Daoyuan still has some confidence that he can survive three moves, if he can survive one move, it will be considered good.

"I don't know if Senior Brother Wang arrives, who is more powerful than these two..."

Fu Shouyang couldn't help thinking about it in his heart.

Wang Changyue, the head of the six great masters of Longhu Mountain, deserves to be the number one in strength, and one of the most promising people in Taoist sects to be promoted to the realm of celestial masters.

It has been many years for Fu Shouyang, and he has never seen Wang Changyue really go all out.

Thinking about it, it should be similar to the two people in front of me now.

Boom boom boom!

The fighting continues.

In the large circle of open space where the battle was fought, almost all the bluestone slabs on the ground were destroyed, and it became like a stone pavement.

If the two of them hadn't controlled the scope of the fight, everyone in Dongyang and Daomen who were watching the battle at this moment would have to retreat to avoid being affected by Chi Yu.

Unable to attack for a long time, Akutagawa Hirotake finally lost his patience, blushed and roared angrily.

The phantom of the divine bird behind him also let out a loud cry, and under his control, it quickly shrunk and deformed, turning into a real golden feather!

The feathers condensed, and everyone present, except Zhang Jing, felt a throbbing from the depths of their souls. They felt an inexplicable sense of panic, and their spines felt chills.

It seems that there are ancient beasts revived.

Even master masters are no exception!