A clear whistle resounded through the inn, and Liang Wangsun finally made his move and rushed to the man.
His body is bright and upright, dignified and upright, like a tiger dominating a dragon, he comes floating in the air, but he is as heavy as a mountain.
He held a golden steel pestle in his hand, emitting infinite light, like the spring sun, which was warm and mellow.
In short, no matter the body technique or the kungfu technique, they all have the bearing of a king, making it impossible for people to avoid them.
This is Liang Wangsun's first real shot. His eyes are extremely bright and his expression is extremely dignified. Shot is his most powerful method.
Because he knows how powerful his opponent is.
Chen Changsheng was apprehensive, thinking that if Liang Wangsun's attack was such a powerful method when he was on the chariot, would he still have a chance to break through this light and return to the inn
With his current level of cultivation, there is no way to deal with Liang Wangsun's bright method, because this method is too bright, upright and unparalleled, unable to break it, and unable to respond, he can only hold on, carry it to death, and then die. Because this is Liang Wangsun's most powerful method, even that person can't avoid it, can't break it.
The method the man chose was hard-wired.
A palm broke through the falling rain, and in front of Su Li and Chen Changsheng, it came to the front quietly but swiftly, blocking Liang Wangsun's vajra.
That palm is very slender, which is very suitable for holding the knife, but the palm seems a bit thick. It is obvious that the time for holding the knife is too long, or it is for this reason that this palm easily holds the tip of the vajra . It's like holding a knife handle.
The infinite light, all of which is lost, is between the five fingers.
Two powerful auras, two almost perfect star fields, met in this grasp.
At this moment, there was a shout from across the long street, Xiao Zhang shot back like a flying stone, covered in dust and rain, and rushed to the building with a sky full of gravel, the iron gun stabbed again with wind and thunder!
After the injury, Xiao Zhang became even crazier. There were blood spots all over the white paper covering his face, making his eyes look extremely deep and terrifying, and even more fiery and violent!
The man stood in front of Su Li and Chen Changsheng, holding the vajra in his left hand, looking at Liang Wangsun, calm and focused, as if he hadn't noticed Xiao Zhang's tyrannical return at all.
However, at the moment when the iron gun fell, his sleeve moved.
In the light rain and breeze, the cyan sleeves rippled slightly, and then the saber struck again.
The man swung his knife and slashed at Xiao Zhang. The action was extremely simple. It could be said to be swaying freely, or it could be said to be an understatement. It even gave people a feeling that he didn't care much.
The iron spear still starts first, and the sword is still born later, but the blade is still directed not by the iron spear, but by Xiao Zhang behind the gun, that pale paper, because this seemingly ordinary knife is more overbearing than this. Iron Gun is faster and stronger!
Xiao Zhang was angry, unwilling, painful, crazy...but he had no choice but to shoot and block!
In this world, few people can stop Xiao Zhang Tieqiang. In this world, there is only this person who never blocks his gun, and only forces him to block it with a gun, so Xiao Zhang hates this person very much, and when he sees him, he becomes extremely irritable and painful.
There was a loud bang!
The iron gun and the knife met again in the inn.
At that time, Liang Wangsun's light was still held by that person, still burning, and still breathing out energy.
The names of these three people are the most famous names in the world.
After being separated for a long time, they finally met in Xunyang City.
Three terrifying auras meet here.
Three powerful realms meet here.
The blade pierced through the air, the gun was about to break through the sky, and the light shrouded the surrounding fields.
The air waves sprayed towards the outside of the inn, and a strong wind suddenly blew up in Xunyang City.
However, in the ruins of the inn, it was eerily quiet, there was no wind, not even a sound.
Liang Wangsun's eyes were as bright as stars, but the hair on his temples was already wet.
The white paper on Xiao Zhang's face does not move, but there is blood running on it, like worm marks.
The man stood in front of Su Li and Chen Changsheng, holding a knife in one hand and a pestle in the other, as if standing in front of a threshold, but he didn't know whether he wanted to open or close the door.
Eventually, his knife fell.
It turned out to be closed.
Uninvited guests were invited out of the threshold.
The iron knife fell, unstoppable.
Even Xiao Zhang couldn't stop it.
The iron gun trembled at the main speed, buzzing continuously.
Xiao Zhang was forced to sweep back again.
The knife followed him all the way.
The white paper fluttered, the kite flew to nowhere, and Xiao Zhang retreated all the way, crashing into many courtyards.
The blade fell, and the thunder continued, resounding throughout Xunyang City.
Houses were collapsing everywhere, smoke and dust were flying everywhere, and only Xiao Zhang's figure could be vaguely seen.
In the end, Xiao Zhang overcame the momentum of the knife and stood firm.
At that time, he had already reached the west of the city, seven miles away from the inn.
He looked at the inn in the distance, and let out an extremely angry cry.
"Wang Po, you are crazy!"
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The iron knife left his hand, and the man had no weapons.
He doesn't need a weapon, he still holds the vajra in his left hand.
The great light of Liang Wangsun was held in his hands.
He looked at Liang Wangsun with an undisguised sharpness in his eyes.
retreat, or lose.
Liang Wangsun's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if the stars were about to be destroyed.
As a descendant of a generation of kings, glory and pride are at this step.
The man understood, so he didn't say anything more, and clenched his palms tightly.
To hold is to hold a knife, to hold a knife is to make a fist.
The man threw out a punch, gathered the light in the center of the fist, and then smashed it.
There was a loud bang, as if far away, it was spring thunder thousands of miles away, or a spring springing from the bottom of the abyss.
In fact, it is the energy annihilation between the fingers.
Liang Wangsun's face paled instantly, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, as if the stars had lost their brilliance.
He looked at the man, full of disbelief, and said in shock, "Are you crazy?"
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The blade fell, and it was thunder.
The fist shatters the light, it is the sound of thunder.
Countless thunders resounded in Xunyang City, the last and loudest thunder came from that person's body.
boom! The strong wind blows, the breath crushes, and the inn finally collapses completely.
Broken gravel and tiles splashed everywhere, and an unknown number of people were hit and fell down one after another.
There was a lot of smoke and dust, which was immediately wet by the rain and fell.
Seeing that his building collapsed, the people who were originally in the building appeared in the rainy sky, and the people who were originally on the second floor came to the ground at this time. Su Li was still sitting in the chair, as if he didn't notice anything.
Xiao Zhang came from the other side of Rain Street, the white paper on his face had been rotten, revealing the horrible wound underneath.
His hand holding the iron gun kept shaking.
Liang Wangsun's face was snow-white, holding the vajra, his hands were also trembling.
The man remained silent and calm as before.
The man was dressed in Tsing Yi, a little thin and tall, quiet and silent, his eyebrows drooped slightly, and he looked lonely.
For some reason, seeing him makes me feel shabby.
It is not ordinary shabbyness, but the shabbyness after riches and honor, and the bleakness after blooming flowers.
He didn't look forward to it, he wasn't proud, he just stood in front of Su Li and Chen Changsheng like this. But Huajia Xiaozhang and Liang Wangsun joined hands, and they couldn't pass.
Because he is Wang Po.
No. 1 on the Xiaoyao list, Tianliang Wangpo.
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