Boil the heavens

Of course, in fact, only Liu Qingyin, Hu Xian, Zhang Sanfeng, and Lang Fanyun can fight against Pang Ban. Others, if they want to go up to pick up leaks and become famous, they will be instantly killed. People dare to step forward.

Lang Fanyun had fought before, and it was a tie or a loss for both sides; Liu Qingyin also entered just now, and Pang Ban already had [-]% of the true energy all over her body to lure the enemy. "'s death fluctuated, and seized the gap between [Transferring flowers and trees] to connect with true energy to attack, causing Liu Qingyin's meridians to be damaged, so he had to retreat; next, Hu Xian made a move.

Although the injury was not as severe as Pang Ban's, after a fierce battle, Hu Xian's spiritual energy was consumed a lot, and her spiritual energy recovery speed was slow, so she didn't have the power to fight for a long time at this moment.

"The true energy is consumed too much, and we won't be able to fight for a long time. How about we decide the outcome with one move?" With fluttering black hair, blood-stained white skirt, round face, and exquisite facial features, even after a brutal fight, the body is still full of blood. Hu Xian's temperament is still celestial, without any strong blood evil, and Hu Xian, who gives the fairy ethereal and the neighbor's lovely neighbor, candidly said.

Facing Hu Xian's sincere eyes, Pang Ban smiled lightly, "I don't have much real anger anymore, one move will determine the outcome, which is exactly what I want."

Hu Xian raised the knife, all the aura was poured into his body, the broken blades of the knife were scattered, and a 20-meter-long slender knife exuding a faint blue light stood proudly in front of everyone.

Looking up at the slash without any escaping aura, Pang Ban moved his sword horizontally and crossed his arms in an instant, and quickly rushed towards the place where Hu Xian was standing.

The magic knife descended from the sky, and the long sword came in a circle.

The two shot almost at the same time.

Whoosh, bang!

The magic knife sliced ​​through the sword light and cut off Pang Ban's left arm.

The whole arm was broken at the root, and the blood was soaring, but Pang Ban didn't even frown, and ignored it, as if he hadn't seen it, with the help of the sword light, taking advantage of Hu Xian's knife falling, the knife light had not had time to rise again, and instantly Close to the body, a palm was printed heavily on her chest.

Taking two steps back, feeling the unstoppable undulating force in his body, his viscera kept trembling, as if he would explode at any moment, Hu Xian knew that he could not continue to fight reluctantly, stared at Pang Ban, and smiled slightly, "So your sword is just In order to deflect the magic knife, the real killing move is this palm technique, I lost, and approaching this girl at the cost of one arm is really decisive, worthy of the magician Pang Ban, ruthless enough, incomparable!"

Hu Xian stepped back and began to heal his wounds. Even though the aura was powerful, the destructive power of the "Tao Heart Seed Demon" was really strange and powerful, and there was no room for carelessness.

Hu Xian healed his wounds, but Pang Ban only tapped a few big points on his body to temporarily stop the bleeding from the severed arm.

Blood dripped, the wetland under his feet after the rain was all stained red by his own blood, his whole body suffered a lot of trauma and internal troubles, but at this moment, Pang Ban was astonishing, with his messy black hair fluttering in the wind, his blood-red robe fluttering in the wind, his one-armed Holding the sword, pointing the sword at the heroes, "Who will go next!"

Just like the original Guangmingding battle, the rules of the world are one-on-one.

To be honest, such a rule makes Yan Fei feel ashamed, but it is precisely because of such a rule that the world has a taste.

Looking at Pang Ban, who was so arrogant and dry, as if he was going to die in the next moment, everyone swallowed. Facing those sharp and domineering eyes, everyone felt complicated.

After shaking the weapons in their hands, some people wanted to pick up the leak, but they hesitated, but in the end they all set their sights on Zhang Sanfeng.

Looking at Pang Ban, who was seriously injured and dying, but extremely full of fighting spirit, Zhang San was silent for a while, and then said, "It's not what the old man wants to take advantage of the danger, but today, we have to settle, Pang Ban, You can recover your luck first, and then fight again!"

Fighting against Pang Ban in such a state, Zhang Sanfeng is not happy in his heart, you are all over the fun, and then give yourself the ones that are almost crippled, and collect the rags like a veteran?

"Need not!"

Zhang Sanfeng was kind-hearted at first, but Pang Ban didn't appreciate it at all, and Pang Ban said coldly, "Master Zhang of Wudang's Tai Chi is famous all over the world, let me have a good experience today!"

Pang Ban took the lead, he had very little true energy left, and the sword energy was extremely weak, but the Rain-Fuying Sword in his hand seemed to understand the master's situation, and even drummed up his own sword energy to merge with it, the human sword became one, and the power was condensed. , to stab Zhang Sanfeng.

Looking at this sword, Zhang Sanfeng raised his eyebrows, a little familiar, such a concentrated force, such an indomitable [stab] move, has a great similarity with Yan Fei's [stab sword]!

In fact, it was imitating Yan Fei's [Sword of Stabbing]. Pang Ban had personally experienced this sword and was deeply moved. He is a genius like him, so it is normal to figure out something from this.

In the face of Pang Ban's menacing sword, Zhang Sanfeng did not move, and slowly made Tai Chi gestures, no matter what the wind and waves are, I will stand still.

Pang Ban's [stabbing sword] pierced into the Tai Chi field, and the power of Tai Chi instantly enveloped his whole body. The Tai Chi circled and continuously decomposed and released the sword energy. Unable to wear away the power of heaven and earth, it shatters in the blink of an eye, but the sword energy is only on the surface, and the real attack is the undulating power of the "Tao Heart Seed Demon" hidden in the sword energy.

The cultivation method of "Tao Heart Planting Demon" takes the spirit as the core. Although Pang Ban was severely injured, his true energy was exhausted, he continued to fight, and his spirit was dissatisfied, but his fighting spirit was high, which made up for the spirit and true energy to a certain extent. Defects.

Squeeze out all the energy and true energy, and integrate all the fighting spirit into this move. Although this move is not perfect, it is the last bloom of Pang Ban's life, and the light is dazzling!

After sending out this move, Pang Ban really lost any strength. With the last support of his will, he opened his eyes wide. Before he died, he wanted to see if his move could kill Zhang Sanfeng!

The power of Tai Chi shattered the sword energy and shrouded the fluctuations of "Tao Heart Seed Demon".

In fact, Pang Ban's hiding of the ultimate move is meaningless. In continuous battles, Pang Ban keeps hiding his attacks. How can Zhang Sanfeng, who is already familiar with his routine, be careless? Moreover, Tai Chi, the beginning of all things, "Tao "Heart Seed Demon", the fluctuation of all things, to a certain extent, Tai Chi is the basis of this fluctuation, so, how can such fluctuation escape Zhang Sanfeng's perception?

Holding circles with both hands, a Tai Chi diagram slowly rotates in both hands, meeting the fluctuating sword transformed by the fighting spirit.

If it is said that the tai chi circle in Zhang Sanfeng's hands has created all things, then Pang Ban's spirit is the collapse of all things!

"It turns out that this is "The Demon of Dao Heart", the fluctuation of vitality, the fluctuation of death, the fluctuation of all things, everything in the world is fluctuation... It really is worthy of being a peerless magic skill." Feeling it personally, the Tai Chi in my hand could not hold it faintly , began to collapse, Zhang Sanfeng sighed.

It's a pity that although this sword is strong, it has no successor, and there is no supplement, otherwise...

No matter how strong it is, it can only dissipate!

Zhang Sanfeng, who sighed that he couldn't fight with all his strength, began to gather the power of heaven and earth, and the continuous power of heaven and earth merged into Tai Chi in his hand, and Tai Chi was constantly collapsing and reorganizing, bit by bit wiping away the wave that destroyed everything.

"As expected of Zhang Sanfeng!"

Seeing that his strength was almost wiped away, a helpless smile froze on his face, and a generation of magicians fell to the ground.

0126 Great Ming Dynasty

Pang Ban was buried by Zhang Sanfeng, with a simple loess bag and an unnamed wooden board as the tombstone.

Although he is the leader of the enemy, the real strong will also be respected by the enemy.

What's more, all the people present are self-righteous, and their face does not allow them to do things like flogging and dismembering corpses.

"Master Zhang, how should I place the Rain-Covering Sword?" Lang Fanyun asked Zhang Sanfeng while holding the Rain-Covering Sword.

The blade of the sword was dim, without the brilliance it had before, as if the sword had gone with the person, Zhang Sanfeng stroked the blade lightly, and said, "There is not only a peerless sword technique in the Sword of Rain, but also a symbol of the Mongolian royal family. I intend to seal up this sword."

After a pause, Zhang Sanfeng turned to the abbot of Shaolin, Kongjian, and said, "I heard that the monk of Shaolin Sandu sat in dry meditation for decades in the back mountain of Shaolin. I wonder if I can give this rain-covering sword to the three monks for safekeeping?"

Kong Jian didn't expect that Zhang Sanfeng would suddenly bring up Shaolin, he was a little hesitant, although Mongolia is not a problem now, but it's hard to guarantee that he won't come back to defeat Yu Jian's idea in the future, if so, Shaolin will be troubled by then.

"Amitabha, Bodhi doesn't have a tree, and a bright mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so where does the dust come from?" Kong Jian suddenly recited a Buddhist poem.

"Master, do you mean to destroy this sword?" Hu Xian chuckled, "It's too violent, since Shaolin doesn't want this sword, why don't you put it here with this girl, and I will keep the rain-covering sword from now on, what do you all think? ?”

"So good!"

Zhang Sanfeng answered first.

Handing it over to Hu Xian is equivalent to giving it to Yan Fei, which can completely put an end to all worries.

Why didn't I think of it just now?

But did you really not expect it?

In fact, it was just the killing in this big scene that made Zhang Sanfeng instinctively unwilling to contact Yan Fei, so he subconsciously chose to distance himself.

It is human nature, no one is willing to face a big black hand behind the scenes who can control everything!