The Path Toward Heaven

He was actually beaten into the air?

He was blown away with a punch!

How can this be!

The bewilderment and anger in Kou Qingtong's eyes turned into a wildfire and began to burn violently!

He let out a beast-like howl, bounced off the ground, kicked his feet against the stone wall of Tianmen, and flew back to the palace!

The stones and dust in the straight deep pit bounced up with a bang.

Yingtianmen rattled and slowly began to collapse, and the cloud and mist floated into the sky.

Kou Qingtong came back faster than he went.

He stretched out his right hand to grab the sky, tore off a piece of morning glow, turned it into a bloody light, and smashed it down.

Lian Sanyue's sleeves fluttered, and a cloud rolled down, turning into a sea of ​​flowers all over the sky, and went up to meet it.

Every trace of blood in the blood is Kou Qingtong's fist.

Every flower in that sea of ​​flowers is Lian Sanyue's fist.

Fist meets fist.

Killing intent and killing intent are hedged.

The morning glow reflects the sea of ​​flowers.

Different kind of red.

blood red. (grimace)

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Lian Sanyue and Kou Qingtong could no longer be seen on the palace square, only the strong wind was blowing and blood was rushing to the sky.

The thunder sounded again, and then there was no break.

The air waves swept the gravel and hit the palace wall, making a crackling sound like a rainstorm.

The vermilion palace wall that was already peeling off was instantly riddled with holes, like a beach after the rain, it looked very miserable.

The sand and gravel like rain and arrows also hit the palace, and the ministers hid in the palace one after another. Ping Yongjia closed the window as quickly as possible, put down the teacup, and covered his face.

Jing Jiu didn't move, just looked over there quietly.

The gold priest and the cow priest sat cross-legged and closed their eyes on the ground, their faces pale, and they tried their best to maintain the operation of the imperial city formation, preventing these two peerless murderers from destroying everything here.

At the most dangerous moment, Tan Zhenren waved his sleeves, and sent an extremely pure essence into the stone pillar, stabilizing the formation.

After an unknown amount of time, without warning, the thunder stopped, and the strong wind also stopped.

There was a gap in the morning glow all over the sky, making it even more beautiful.

Lian Sanyue stood opposite Kou Qingtong, still separated by several miles.

Kou Qingtong was panting non-stop, with blood all over his body, looking at Lian Sanyue with puzzled eyes, he asked, Why are you beating me like this?

Lian Sanyue's situation is obviously much better, her black hair is fluttering in the wind, but there is a bloodshot on the corner of her lips, and she said: That's because you are too weak.

A look of cruelty flashed in Kou Qingtong's eyes, and he said, That's because you haven't seen the real cruel side of me!

Lian Sanyue's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he stretched out his right hand to catch a falling petal.

The peach blossom that she had planted by the side of the temple was finally shaken off a petal.

Looking at the petals in her palm, there was a look of pity on her face, and then her eyes became colder, or rather ruthless.

Kou Qingtong inexplicably felt a little palpitating. The previous battle was so fierce, and the peach blossom was still stuck in her temples. Could it be that she didn't exert all her strength?

Lian Sanyue raised her head, looked at him expressionlessly and said, Then do you know what I'm like when I'm really cruel?

After saying this, she opened her arms, and her white jade hands stretched out from her sleeves, with the palms facing up, aiming at the sky.

The sea of ​​clouds began to churn, and the sky full of morning glow was torn apart by a huge invisible force, heading towards the wilderness, like blood dripping slowly from the roof.

The sky became more blue, and then gradually turned into a faint blue color, as if it was a little closer to the ground.

Lian Sanyue's palms sank slightly.

If these two pictures are connected together, it will even make people feel that the sky is falling on her palm.

Looking at this scene, Kou Qingtong uttered a strange cry, and stepped back without hesitation.

The problem is that people are in the sky, how can they walk under the sky, how can they escape?

Thousands of extremely faint lines appeared in the blue sky.

Every line is Lian Sanyue's fist.

In a few breaths, she threw more than 3,000 punches!

As expected, Kou Qingtong was the only surviving strongman of the Blood Demon Sect, and he was able to defend against such a violent attack.

But defense is useless.

Just like what Lian Sanyue said, as long as she starts to make a real move, the opponent can't fight back!

The secret technique of the Blood Demon Cult, collapse!

Zhongzhou School of Taoism, scattered!

In a very short period of time, Kou Qingtong displayed all his cultivation bases of more than a thousand years. I don't know how many secret arts that have been lost kept appearing, but they didn't make any sense at all.

Because he just can't stop those fists like the sky!

There was a loud bang!

Lian Sanyue's fist was drawn from the blue sky, as if pulling out a dragon, hitting Kou Qingtong's head from above.

Kou Qingtong spurted blood, his breath soared, and he closed his palms upwards, barely blocking the punch.

With a click, he knelt down on one knee to the ground, and the knee that surpassed the magic weapon instantly shattered, and the ground also shattered, forming a spider web hundreds of feet in diameter.

Time stopped at this moment.

The sound also disappeared.

Whether it was the trembling eunuchs and pale secret guards on the other side of the palace wall, or the dignified ministers in the hall, they all maintained their original postures and remained motionless.

This is the difference in time flow caused by the great difference in speed.

Lian Sanyue looked back at Jing Jiu, showing a childlike innocent smile, thinking that now you are the one who can't catch up with me.

Then she turned her head and looked at Kou Qingtong, her smile gradually disappeared, as if looking at a dead person, she clenched her fist and slammed past him again.

Kou Qingtong's realm cultivation is indeed extremely advanced, when everything in the palace is in a static state, he can still move.

But his speed was still a bit slower, his hands had just been withdrawn from the top of his head, before he had time to block in front of him.

Seeing the fist getting closer, there was a look of shock and helplessness in his eyes.

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Kou Qingtong flew out again.

Same as last time.

Simple and simple.

Like everything that is common in the world.

Even the route was the same, it was the same ditch, he still flew out from the gap in the palace wall, at least he could save some money when the imperial city was rebuilt in the future.

The Yingtianmen, which had already collapsed at a corner and was slowly falling, was hit directly by his body again and fell down with a loud crash.

This time Kou Qingtong didn't stop, but continued to head south, flew a long distance, hit the city wall heavily, and finally stopped.

A big hole was blasted into the city wall, exposing the space inside. The officials of the Qingtian Division who were maintaining the forbidden formation looked at this side in astonishment, and Gu Pan's expression changed slightly.

Kou Qingtong was lying on the ground among the gravel, his body was severely deformed, blood was everywhere, there were faint spots of light in the blood, and his eyes were loose.

But he was indeed extremely powerful. After suffering such a serious injury, he didn't turn into a spot of light on the spot and died.

A huge shadow enveloped the city wall, and three valley masters from the Zhongzhou sect broke through the wind. Looking at the people in the forbidden formation, they shouted in a deep voice: No one is allowed to move, or you will be killed!

They approached the ruins and prepared to take Kou Qingtong back to the cloud boat.

At this moment, a flute sounded.

The sound of the flute was as melodious as water, and like the reflection of willow branches on the water, but it was full of killing intent.