He used all his strength as soon as he took action. Facing Meng Chixing, a master of the same level as him, he had no strength to hold back.

The yin energy in his body condensed to the limit in an instant. During the movement of Taiyin Yuanshen, the "Tian Mei Condensing Yin" that reached the highest level transformed his body into more than a dozen.

In Meng Chixing's induction, the young man in white clothes in front of him turned into a dozen identical people and attacked him from all directions like a clone. The dozen or so people all used the same moves, as if they could split the sky.

The ground-breaking sword finger slashed down aggressively, hitting his temples, eyebrows, eyes, throat, heart, waist, spine and other fatal places.

On the Lanjiang Island, Meng Chixing saw with his own eyes the three masters of the Taoist sect being killed by this domineering sword. No one could stop him. Now that they were facing each other for real, he realized how terrifying this move was.

It was as if the entire sky was pressing down and trying to split him into pieces.

Moreover, unlike Han Gongdu and the others, Meng Chixing faced a total of seventeen sword fingers. The power that almost exceeded the endurance limit of this world enveloped him from heaven and earth, making it impossible for him to escape and avoid.

, only hard connection.

This final ninth step had to be stopped, and he wildly blasted out the power that he had not yet accumulated to the limit. A ring of energy burst out from his whole body, sucking in the energy from the prairie.

, forming a tornado that penetrated the sky and the earth. It crushed the terrifying sword fingers coming from all directions.

The seventh sense of mona consciousness is to think about oneself. Meng Chixing cannot use spiritual methods like Pa Siba to pull Ji Game into the illusory world he built, but he can control every thought and every inch of his body.

Every detail is flawless. Mana consciousness can let Meng Chixing know where is reality and where is illusion, allowing him to guard himself and fully stimulate the potential treasure contained in the physical orifice.

Therefore, even Pasiba, the king of Tibet, has to succumb to his "devil sect" outside the Great Wall. Because the spiritual method has little effect on Meng Chixing, who has already recognized everything about himself, and he is both a demon sect and a Tibetan sect.

As a man of esoteric martial arts, he has begun to break away from the cages of the two sects and is about to create his own Tao. If he is willing to practice the "Tao Heart Demon Planting Technique" with determination, he may have a 30% chance of breaking through the limitations of heaven and man.

With a wave of his palm, the energy was like a violent storm, almost crushing Ji Boyi's slender figure into pieces. The ghost's body could not help wandering around, more than a dozen figures disappeared under the violent infuriation, and thirty illusory figures disappeared.

Figures appeared. They surrounded Meng Chixing, who was as high as the Five Mountains, and kept attacking. As time went by, the scenes of the two fighting became more and more shocking, and their momentum became more and more fierce.

It's a pity that this is a vast prairie with no human beings within a hundred miles of it. Otherwise, the consequences of this earth-shattering showdown would probably be even more sensational than the recent battle on Banjiang Island.

After all, although Han Gongdu and others can be said to be the essence of the entire Zhengdao martial arts world, they are still one level behind Ji Game and cannot be said to be a peak showdown.

The duel in the minds of people in the world is naturally a one-on-one fight, and the only one who can compete with Ji Yiyi, the number one demon sect in the Central Plains, is the Supreme Grandmaster who has disappeared. There is also Meng Chixing and Ba Si.

Ba, these two masters outside the Great Wall are not recognized by the Central Plains martial arts community.

After the Battle of Lanjiang Island, the bloody warrior, who was regarded as the number one master in the world, fought against these two martial arts masters outside the Great Wall without anyone knowing.

"The last time we met, you were only thirty-one years old, but you were able to fight with me to the point of losing both sides. After that Demon Sect Conference, I practiced hard in the 'Purple Blood Dharma' in seclusion, and completed this with my supreme wisdom.

Volume "Tian Mo Ce". Originally titled

In the vastness of the world, only Ling Donglai is my opponent. I didn’t expect that Junior Brother Meng actually surpassed the sixth sense of a warrior and reached the seventh sense of thinking about everything. He is still able to compete with me. There are many outstanding people in the Saint Sect.

, I couldn’t help but be happy.”

Ji Boyi used the Dongzhen Palm to offset Meng Chixing's punch, which was like a flash flood, and suddenly retreated, standing on the top of the mountain where he was standing. A look of joy appeared on his face, and he suddenly said a sentence that made Meng Chixing

If you are at a loss what to do.

"Speak quickly if you have something to say, why beat around the bush!"

As Meng Chixing spoke, the true energy in his body was constantly improving and condensing. He didn't dare to be careless. The two of them fought just now, seemingly evenly matched, but in the end Ji Boyi retreated at the drop of a hat and easily dodged his spirit.

The restraint made him realize that he was still inferior to the leader of the Yin Kui Sect who was alone in the demon sect.

"Back then, when I first achieved demonic power, I was rampant in the world, but my heart was always deficient. My thoughts were clear, my mind was transparent, and I could fly wherever I wanted. However, I was restrained by my physical body, and my hands and feet were bound. Therefore, every time I felt

If you feel miserable, you start killing people, hoping to use the short-term stimulation to forget the heavy hardship until you meet that person."

As Ji Boyi spoke, there was a hint of fear and excitement in his eyes that he could not describe.

"It's Ling Donglai!"

Meng Chixing said the name with determination, his eyes were deep and quiet, like the clearest lake water.

"Oh, it turns out you have seen him too. No wonder. After all, we both belong to the Holy Sect, and he is a master of the Taoist sect. He will always come to warn us. Looking at you, you have suffered a lot at his hands.

."

Seeing Meng Chixing's weird look, Ji Boyi understood instantly. There was a hint of curiosity on his face. Although he had met Ling Donglai before, he had never fought with this supreme master. His innate agility made him

The moment he saw Ling Donglai, he ran away.

Because he knew that he would never be the opponent of this supreme master. Then he was tied by Meng Chixing, who was more than ten years younger than him, at the Demon Sect Conference, which stimulated his arrogance to recover.

memory, thus triggering a completely different plot from the original work.

"Before I attended the Demon Sect Conference, I met a Taoist priest in a chess hall. He was average-looking and had no warrior aura about him. He seemed to be the most ordinary person. But my inspiration told me that this man

not simple."

Without hiding anything, Meng Chixing began to tell the story of how he met Ling Donglai. When he talked about the first person in the Taoist sect, the rising momentum between the two gradually disappeared, and the energy that had accumulated in the sky gradually disappeared.

The dark clouds began to dissipate as the two men relaxed.

"At that time, there was an endgame in front of him. At that time, I had perfected my magic skills and my sixth sense. I could deduce the peak of anything as long as I put my heart into it. No one in the world could match me in terms of music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and statecraft. So, no one in the world could match me.

So I went up to solve this mess. At that time, I was black and he was white, and we ended up with this mess."

When he said here, Meng Hongxing's eyes revealed a strong shame.

"It was only a third hand, and my son fell, and a dragon had been beheaded, without the power of returning. I was naturally unwilling, lifted the chess game, and started to make a game with him."

"This is seven days and seven nights. He and he and I have played a total of ten games in seven days.

"After the end of the tenth game, I did not challenge anymore, but contemplated for three days and three nights. After I woke up, I found that the Taoist had left. On his position, Bai Zi posted a word."

"What?"

At this time, Ji's curiosity was completely caught. After a year, he had to challenge Ling Dong. It is necessary to know to what extent the strength of this opponent.

"end!"

"Stop? This word is interesting!"

Meng Chixing shook his head, as if he was going to break away from that nightmare. Every time he recalled the person, he was a blow to his martial arts. However, under such a blow

Continuous progress, eventually breaking the seventh sense.

"He let me stop, and not to participate in the Holy Gate Conference, which also allows me to stop outside the stuff. It is best to not play the Central Plains for life.

, I want to move forward. And at that time, your bloody name was like the sky, known as the first person of the Holy Gate, but I really wanted to see the sanctuary Dafa of the two factions and six leaders, and verify my own martial arts. "

After listening to the words of Meng Chingxing, Ji Guanyi's sigh suddenly, what kind of character to make Donglai, how can a "stop" word left so shallow. But he can also know why the time was at the time.

Xing was able to be evenly matched with him. There was a trick that made Donglai feed him for ten days and ten nights. It was difficult to improve without progress. Why did he have no such benefits?

"According to your opinion, I now challenge Donglai, is there any hope of victory?"

"Nothing at all!"

In the face of Ji Guanyi's questioning, Meng Chingxing said that he was cutting and iron, hesitating at all.

"Oh, why, I cultivated the" Purple Blood Dafa ', martial arts achieved the ancient times, and the sages of all the people who are proud of the Holy Gate, even if it is the "heavenly magic' regeneration, it may not be my opponent.

Dafa, isn't this so on the opponent of Donglai? "

The words of Meng Chingxing made Ji Guanyi a little bit of self -esteem, frowned, his eyes flashed, his face sank, and a momentum of the sky was like a vast.

Pressing.

In the face of Ji Guanyi's "Tianzi Ben Phase", Meng Chi Xing's whole body was filled with a fist, and it was a behemoth, such as the outbreak of mountain floods.

Come, but there was no slightest loss, all of them poured towards Ji Playing on the hill.

This punch is naturally natural, without flaws. It seems to have alarmed the heaven, the thunderbolt sounds, and the dark clouds that originally started to dissipate suddenly flashed and thunderous.

People smash it.

In the face of this, Ji Guanyi's just running the true gas to the pinnacle that he can reach, as if there is a layer of invisible air mask, the heavy rain came to his head for five feet, and it splashed around.

To him.

PS: There are elective courses tonight, and I will be updated before I finish the class. I'm sorry late. (If you like this work, you are welcome
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