Under Xiao Sheng's control, the puppet of Da Ri Sheng Ren flew with both palms, shuttles like a phantom.
Just like the setting sun, the last light turns into thousands of scenes, beautiful and unpredictable.
Thousands of phantom palms in the afterglow of the setting sun.
The Great Sun Sacred Sect passed down martial arts directly, and together with the Zhongtian God's Palm, they are listed in the Seven Great Sun Laws.
It is one of the rare martial arts of the Great Sun Sacred Sect known for its changing moves.
Xiao Sheng has been immersed in this martial art for many years, and he has already grasped the essence and true meaning of it.
Even many elders in the same sect whose cultivation base is stronger than his are not as good as him in this martial art.
Inspired by Xiao Shenggang's energy, the puppet was like a living martial artist, and it actually performed this changeable composition vividly and vividly.
"It's still like this when manipulating puppets, but what if Xiao Sheng uses them himself?"
All the Guangcheng Mountain disciples who watched the battle felt bitter in their mouths, and their palms gradually began to sweat.
Yan Zhaoge didn't look at the puppet of Saint Da Ri, but at the palm of Xiao Sheng manipulating the puppet.
In the face of menacing enemies, Mr. Dong's puppet has nothing to say, it just cuts out with a knife!
In the eyes of everyone, the original dull puppet seems to have turned into a supernatural dragon, flying into the sky, breaking through the illusion created by the sunset.
The cyan hair is excited, like a real dragon shaking its armor, crossing the world.
All the illusions were broken, like a dream bubble.
Although the wooden weapon in Mr. Dong's hand is a saber, Yan Zhaoge used a saber instead of a sword, regardless of shape, and the sword skill of the green dragon in the sleeve is still at its peak, defusing Xiao Sheng's Thousand Illusory Palm in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Guangcheng Mountain disciples immediately cheered in unison.
A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Sheng's mouth.
"Do you think I'm Chao Yuanlong's stupid bull who only knows a little bit of brute force?"
As he said that, Xiao Sheng's technique of manipulating the puppet changed more and more intricately, and all kinds of subtle changes of the Thousand Illusory Palm in the afterglow of the setting sun unfolded.
Inspired by the stellar qi, the puppet of the great sun sage curled up a faint streamer, like the afterglow of the setting sun, covering Mr. Dong again.
This time, apart from being poignant, unpredictable and ever-changing, the phantom also gave off a sense of despair.
The sunset returns to the mountain, the earth is about to enter the dark night, and there is only the last ray of sunset in the sky.
No matter how the world tries to keep her, how reluctant she is, it will be futile.
What should come, will come after all!
At this moment, Xiao Sheng vividly interprets the true meaning of martial arts at the deep level of Thousand Illusory Palms in the afterglow of the setting sun.
The afterglow of the setting sun was also like a cage of despair, covering Mr. Dong's puppet.
The green dragon sword in Yan Zhaoge's sleeve is as powerful as a heavenly dragon soaring into the sky.
But at this time, I can only stare wide-eyed and watch the sun go down, and this natural celestial phenomenon cannot be reversed.
The cyan light of the sword dimmed instantly, and the sunlight was hazy. Before the eyes of the spectators, they could only see the sudden darkness that swallowed the two puppets together.
Xiao Sheng said with a smile: "Those who should perish will eventually perish."
"Reminiscing about memories is just futile!"
With a shock of his energy, the palms of the Da Ri Saint puppet hit the chest and abdomen of Mr. Dong's puppet!
"Hehe..." Yan Zhaoge looked at this scene, and a cold light suddenly shot out in his eyes.
At the same time, the body of Mr. Dong's puppet suddenly twisted and his wrist shook!
The blade of the wooden knife retracted, and the body of the puppet was in a ball.
Originally sharp and sharp, suddenly returned to mediocrity.
It's as if putting a sword into its sheath, or as if a real dragon soaring above the nine heavens is burrowing into the clouds.
The green dragon in the sleeve, the Yunlong hidden sword style!
As soon as Xiao Sheng put away the smile on his face, a bad feeling suddenly rose in his heart.
Uncomfortable, unhappy, like a light on my back!
Yan Zhaoge manipulated Mr. Dong into a hidden sword pose, and at this moment Xiao Sheng only felt that the other party disappeared without a trace in front of him.
It was clearly still there, but the slap that I was determined to get, was in vain!
"Small tricks, clown tricks!" Xiao Sheng shouted angrily, his rough voice even seemed a bit sharp.
When he manipulated the puppet of the Great Sun Saint, he forcibly restrained his palm, kept silent, and carefully sensed the opponent's existence.
As soon as he caught the trace of faint meaning, Mr. Dong's body stretched loudly!
Like a cloud cluster pierced by a thunderbolt, a piercing sword edge burst out, aiming directly at the Great Sun Saint.
It's like a dragon getting into the clouds and suddenly popping its head out!
Just like returning the carbine in the worldly martial art of battle, dragging the knife to kill the enemy by surprise.
Xiao Sheng grinned grimly, and his silent palm also burst out, just in time to meet Yan Zhaoge's attack.
"I got you this time!"
He was still thinking about it, but he saw Yan Zhaoge on the opposite side in shock, the sword that was originally soaring into the sky suddenly withdrew again, and disappeared without a trace!
Another hidden sword move!
Yunlong Hidden Sword Stance, virtual and real coexist, movement and stillness combine, like a dragon hiding its head, hidden in the clouds, without a trace, without warning!
Xiao Sheng's "Thousand Illusory Palms" completely failed!
And the next moment, the blazing blue sword lights up, sweeping across the sky, tearing apart the night, allowing the light to return to the earth!
"When the sun goes down, it will still rise as usual. Floating clouds will cover your eyes for a while, and eventually the clouds will clear up and you will see the sun again."
Yan Zhaoge laughed and said, replacing the sword with a knife, Mr. Dong's blade pointed directly at the chest of the great sun sage!
Xiao Sheng's pupils shrank, but it was too late to manipulate the Da Ri Saint puppet to avoid it.
Invisible air currents with flashing metallic luster circulated on the puppet of Dainichi Saint.
The stellar energy defense has been raised to the extreme, biting the bullet to block Mr. Dong's blow.
But on Mr. Dong's blade, there was a sharp green glow, and there was also a metallic luster flashing.
At this moment, the wooden knife seemed to turn into a real stainless steel long sword, forcibly breaking through the opponent's defense of qi, and piercing into the chest of the Da Ri Saint puppet!
"Humph!"
Xiao Sheng snorted coldly, and with a slap of his palm, the Gang Qi on the Da Ri Saint puppet suddenly exploded!
The Great Sun Saint puppet itself shattered first, and the wooden knife pierced into its body also shattered.
This force extended along the wooden knife to Mr. Dong's puppet, and the body of Mr. Dong's puppet immediately shattered together!
Yan Zhaoge didn't feel annoyed, he withdrew his palm, put his hands behind his back, and looked at Xiao Sheng leisurely.
Xiao Sheng fixed his eyes on Yan Zhaoge, his eyes were already narrowed into slits, and sinister eyes flickered in them.
There was a big beard on his face, which kept shaking with his heavy panting.
Although unlike Chao Yuanlong, who lost all his face and lost his underwear, Xiao Sheng also felt angry at this moment, and his face was hot.
He chose the method of the competition, but in the end he was the first to break the rules, which was like a slap in the face.
He had already lost before that in what seemed like a tie situation.
Yan Zhaoge cast a sideways glance at Xiao Sheng, shrugged his shoulders, "Actually, I agree with you, people really shouldn't live in the past."
"Based on the present and focused on the future, it is the right way."
How could Xiao Sheng not hear the meaning in his words
Xiao Sheng stared at Yan Zhaoge, nodded slowly: "Yan Zhaoge, you are fine."
"I admit that I underestimated you in the past, but it's okay, let's come, day, side, long!"
After finishing speaking, Xiao Sheng turned around and left without further words.
Yan Zhaoge chuckled lightly: "The more time goes by, the less you will think so."