"Dangdang Dang" It was like the sound of gold and iron resonating in the void, and this kind of collision of gold and iron was over with just ten snaps of fingers.
But under this crazy collision, Luo Yunyang felt that his hand holding the knife was constantly trembling, and the moment he landed, his whole person's expression was a little pale.
At the moment of attack, like the all-pervasive wind, he can appear in any part of the broken mountain at will, attacking the broken mountain again and again.
And the broken mountain is as immobile as a mountain, although there is only one punch, but that fist is like a whirlpool, so that all the forces that attack the broken mountain converge towards that fist.
Therefore, although Luo Yunyang's every attack passed by Poshan's body, every attack finally fell on Poshan's fist.
This is also why, among the tens of thousands of sword lights displayed by Luo Yunyang, none of them caused great damage to the broken mountain.
Po Shan's face was extremely calm, but when Luo Yunyang landed, Po Shan's clothes were already scattered, and there was a little bit of blood on all his bare skin.
Tens of thousands of attacks are tens of thousands of blood marks, although these blood marks seem to be many, but they are the most, but they only hurt the flesh more than two inches deep under the skin of the broken mountain.
This meat is very small, but tens of thousands of sword lights make Poshan's face full of ravines "You didn't disappoint me" The face has become as hideous as a ghost, and white teeth are showing in the smile.
Listening to Poshan's words, Luo Yunyang took a deep breath: "You also didn't disappoint me" The voices of the two people were not high, and there was no anger, but the two of them were engaged in a life-and-death duel.
From the outside, Luo Yunyang seemed to have taken advantage of the first duel between the two people, but he knew very well that he had actually suffered some dark losses from the collision again and again.
For example, every time his knife intersected with Poshan's fist, the force of the shock also caused a lot of damage to his wrist.
Compared to the first engagement, the next two people did not stay too long, and quickly engaged in a second engagement.
Fists and knives constantly collide in the void, two people with a body like the wind, one fist like a mountain, in a small space, fierce battle is in full swing There were more and more scars on Poshan's body, and in the end, there was not even a trace of good meat, but it didn't seem to have any effect on him.
And every time Luo Yunyang fights with Poshan, he will retract his knife and retreat frantically, and every time he retreats, he will appear strangely in a position that Poshan can't see.
The wind blows invisibly The Dao Master of the Blood Killing Dao, the purple light cluster, the red light cluster, and Elder Cheke and the others all stared intently at this duel.
Although at their level, their mentality was already as solid as a rock, Luo Yunyang's mastery of the Wind System Origin Law and the power of breaking mountains like a fortress still made them look sideways.
"These two people, for a while, I think, don't let them fight anymore, maybe in the end, they will all end up together."
Youguang said softly: "Among them, two people share the foundation of Hengyuan together, which is also a huge opportunity. ” "We should cherish talents" The other people in the Blood Killing Dao were all nodding their heads at this time, and with their eyes, how could they not see that although the strength of the two people who shot this shot was the peak of an ordinary galaxy, their comprehension of the Origin Law had surpassed that of ordinary stars.
It even surpassed some galaxy-level powerhouses.
The Blood Killing Dao Master pondered for a moment, and said lightly: "The rules are always unbreakable, not to mention, what we lack in the Blood Killing Dao is not a genius." ” "He is the top person who competes with heaven and earth" The voice of the Blood Killing Dao Lord calmed down the surrounding discussions all of a sudden.
Even the powerhouses in those light clusters stopped talking.
The fight is still ongoing.
Luo Yunyang dodged again and again, and finally fought hard with Poshan, but that blow made Luo Yunyang's mouth spit out a mouthful of blood.
Blood was flowing, but in Luo Yunyang's heart, the fighting spirit became stronger and stronger.
I can't die, I'm going back His knife became more and more crazy, and the fist of the broken mountain became more powerful, and the peaks under the huge gravity became fragmented in the fight between the two people.
And as a gust of power swept through like a violent wind, one of Poshan's ears was cut off by Luo Yunyang's long knife.
It is too easy for a top martial artist to regrow his ears, but it is related to the face of a martial artist.
Looking at his fallen ears, he looked up to the sky and laughed, he looked at Luo Yunyang, his eyes were full of respect.
"You are the third opponent I have met in my life, and the only one I admire" Poshan calmly said to himself: "In order to show my respect for you, today, I will let you die under my newly enlightened Zhenhuan Fist." ” Luo Yunyang didn't know what Zhenhuan Fist was, but he was able to make Poshan say it so solemnly, and the power of this Zhenhuan Fist was absolutely extraordinary.
"You can unleash your strongest attack, but remember, you don't have to keep your hands, because that could be the last attack of your life."
The Dao Lord Light and Shadow who stayed in the sky nodded slightly, and then sighed and said, "It's a pity."
What a pity, the Taoist Lord didn't say it, but everyone present could feel that the Taoist was sorry for whom.
The two of them are undoubtedly geniuses, and such characters can be said to have never met one in a hundred times in the bloody battlefields of the past dynasties.
And as soon as it appears, it will shine brightly, and it will overshadow the stars But now, there are two days in the sky, and the heroes rise together, and in the end, one of the heroes will die.
It's a pity, it's simply it Luo Yunyang's hand tightly grasped the knife in his hand, and his heart was extremely calm at this time, and it could even be said that there was only one left for him at the moment.
Stay alive In the confrontation between him and Poshan, Luo Yunyang had already felt the most important difference between the two, that is, the gap between the comprehension of the two people's Origin Law, although Poshan was only seventeen, and he was only ten, the gap was only seven However, the golden seven has always been like a huge thorn in Luo Yunyang's heart.
He comprehended the law, and naturally knew the power of the law, and knew the role of the law even better The gap between the Origin Law Seven was actually very large in Luo Yunyang's feelings.
Between the changes of the attribute adjuster, Luo Yunyang was already ready for his strongest preparation, this time he did not wait for Poshan to take the lead, but once again turned into a gust of wind.
Nine leaves, flying in the endless wind, are so ordinary, and so mysterious.
When Poshan uses his strongest means, it is not only his strongest time, but it is also his weakest time.
Between this change of strength and weakness, it is where his opportunity lies, Luo Yunyang knows this truth very well, so he did not hesitate to make a move.
"It's good" broke the mountain and shouted, his fist was swung out again, this punch was no different from the punch just now.
However, this punch is called Zhenhuan The moment this punch was blasted, Luo Yunyang felt the attraction that had shrouded him from all directions It was this attraction that made his long knife converge towards Poshan's fist, and at the moment when this punch shrouded, Luo Yunyang felt ripples one after another.
That's right, it's just ripples This is a kind of oscillating ripples, this ripple is repelling Luo Yunyang's body, from attraction to repulsion, that is, in an instant, Luo Yunyang feels that his whole person seems to have fallen into a strange state.
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This state made him very uncomfortable, no, it should be said that this state made him feel that life was worse than death.
In this state, Luo Yunyang didn't even have the idea of fighting to the death, and even his fighting spirit had to be shattered under this punch One hundred and eight floating wheels also flew out at this moment, and the floating wheels were urged by Luo Yunyang with spiritual power, and in the overwhelming world, there was an infinite true meaning of the wind.
Each floating wheel can appear anywhere with Luo Yunyang's mind, and every floating wheel can be quickly transferred after being attacked.
This is the origin law of Luo Yunyang's cultivation wind, the strongest attack formed, and it is also Luo Yunyang's most powerful attack method.
But this kind of method, under the Zhenhuan Fist, seems so thin, so powerless, and so not worth mentioning.
That is, in an instant, dozens of floating slaughter wheels have been beaten into powder, and Luo Yunyang's body is relying on the moment when the floating slaughter wheel is broken, and he retreats frantically.
It was not easy to retreat, but after Luo Yunyang desperately added all his true intentions and spiritual power to his physique, he rushed out from the encirclement of the Zhenhuan Fist.
A mouthful of blood, two mouthfuls of blood, three mouthfuls of blood After getting out of the range of Zhenhuan Fist, Luo Yunyang spit out four or five mouthfuls of blood in a row, and even a lot of blood clots spit out from his mouth.
Zhenhuan Fist, just one punch, has already damaged his vitality Looking at the broken mountain slowly walking towards him, Luo Yunyang's expression became more and more serious, he couldn't die, he didn't want to die, he definitely couldn't die His efforts in the past few years are to kill back, if he dies here, then what will happen to his family Thinking of his sister Luo Dong'er, thinking of his mother, thinking of the blue sky, and thinking of the son of Nanshan who has not yet died Luo Yunyang's eyes flashed with a fierce light like a trapped beast, and although his hands were trembling, he still held his long knife tightly.
Poshan's expression was solemn, but his shot was not merciless at all, he clenched his fist and swung it again: