Chen Ya withdrew his fist.Countless stone dust trickled down from between his fingers.He was already missing three fingers, and he was trembling slightly at this time, looking at some signs of loss of strength.On the cold and hard face, there is a tired look, and even a little old.Defeating a character like Peng Lang with one punch, even if it has been brewing for a long time, he still consumes extreme drama.He turned to look at the people among the cliffs, and said with a blank face, "Now, you have lost. ”Tong Yan was silent for a while, and said, "It turns out that you have been waiting for him. ”Yes, after the tattered pirate ship saw the black battleship in the Kuiper Belt, the previous generation of immortals began to set up this game.The first thing they needed to do was identify the people on that ship.They all think that Peng Lang is inside, and he is the object that needs to be vigilant the most.They had all read the important book, and knew that Peng Lang's realm strength was very superb, and the possibility of ascension was the greatest, and it was also the most difficult to deal with.The first thing they determined was how to deal with Peng Lang.When they came to the surface of Mars and found that Peng Lang was not in the field, the immortals of the previous generation did not let their guard down, but continued to carry out the plan in silence, waiting for his appearance.Peng Lang returned from the universe, affected by the sword formation of the solar system, and was in the process of weakening.Chen Ya suddenly launched.The immortals were all relieved when they finally lifted this biggest threat, except for Sword Immortal Ensheng.He looked at Chen Ya expressionlessly and said, "You know where he came from. ”Chen Ya also said expressionlessly: "I can't die, I don't have that ability yet, but he doesn't want to stand up again and try to destroy the ancestor's great array." ”He then said to Tong Yan: "You can't do it anymore, die or surrender?"
”Tong Yan suddenly walked over to the field.The atmosphere in the room became tense again.Master Yun opened his mouth slightly, wanting to persuade a few words, but in the end he only sighed.Tong Yan walked up to the tattered robot and asked, "Are you okay?"
”Shen Yunbury's somewhat annoyed voice sounded: "What do you say?
”Tong Yan said: "It seems that you are okay." ”Then he looked at Chen Ya and said, "Then it's not over yet." ”Chen Ya rubbed his eyebrows with two fingers a little tiredly, and said, "If you still count on that dog, we naturally have arrangements." ”As he spoke, eight immortals, including He Xiangu and Shenda Ancestor, floated up, left the top of the mountain at a very fast speed, and headed towards all parts of Mars.After a short time, the eight immortals came to the cliff on the side of the mountain more than a hundred miles away and sat down cross-legged.Eight extremely pure immortal qi rushed straight to the sky from the desolate surface of Mars, but before they could enter the dark universe, they were blocked back by the invisible barrier.Looking at it from a distance, those diffuse immortal qi look like eight bursting golden flowers, beautiful and heartbreaking."
Could it be that this is the legendary Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea Great Array?"
The finch girl looked at this spectacular scene and muttered.Chen Ya ignored her, and didn't look at Tong Yan again.Peng Lang has been defeated, and he only needs to use the Eight Immortals to cross the sea to trap or kill the corpse dog later, and the matter will be over.The dim light fell on the top of the mountain, shining on the robot like broken copper and iron, illuminating Shen Yun's buried head in a miserable white.Tong Yan was a little tired, leaning on his waist and looking at the night sky, wondering if he was praying that the corpse dog would not come back at this time.Que Niang helped Yushan and Yuan Qu carried Su Ziye to the field, and quietly asked in her divine sense: "Can you find a way to inform Lord Night Roar?"
”Tong Yan shook his head expressionlessly.Not to mention that Chen Ya was staring at the side, they didn't know where the corpse dog was at this time, so what should they do next?
Shen Yunbury suddenly shouted loudly."
That stone, do you know what this mountain is called?
This mountain is called Mount Olympus, and in the childhood of human civilization, it was thought that Mars was the place where the gods lived, and this highest mountain was the sacred mountain.In those myths, don't you think it's a little unlucky that all the gods died in the mountains?
”At this moment, the immortals who are arranging the formation are all immortals and masters on their respective planets, and they are no different from gods, will they die here?
Chen Ya didn't turn around, and he didn't pay attention to him.The finch girl smiled bitterly, thinking to herself that now that the defeat is decided, why did you scare them?
Only Tong Yan knew what he meant, his eyes fell on his earlobe, and asked, "How powerful is the explosion?"
”Shen Yunbury said: "It's no problem to blow up this mountain. ”Tong Yan said: "That's useless. ”Shen Yunbury said: "Maybe the entire solar system can see it." ”This is what it means to inform the dead dog with life.As he spoke, the twilight of Mars arrived.The dry ice clouds in the sky were very sparse, and they were illuminated by the light that was not bright and formed countless ripples, which were somewhat similar to ocean waves.Eight immortals surrounded the mountain, scattered all over the place, and were building that great array.At the moment when the formation was about to be consummated, a person suddenly and slowly walked over from the desolation in the distance.It seems slow, but in fact it is a few miles at a time.When the man walked over, the first person to confront him was He Xiangu.He Xian Gu looked at the figure, squinting slightly, as if facing a great enemy.From the wind and sand, the twilight side came over Peng Lang.His sword was still tied to the cyan rope of light, unable to break away, like a man with a wounded arm tied with a cloth.His face was pale, and his chest was full of marks left by the burning of fairy blood, and he really looked like a wounded man who had just returned from the battlefield.But no one felt that he was weak, that he was already vulnerable, for he had fallen on the side of Mars, and that it would have been difficult for him to get up, so he came in the twilight.A breeze rose on the surface of Mars, ruffling his shirt and hair, and falling on the cyan string of light, making a tearing sound.The most striking thing was the sword he had around his neck.That sword was bent very badly, and it was very likely that it was destroyed by Chen Ya with a stone pestle, and it might break in the next moment.He Xian Gu did not hesitate to sacrifice the most powerful magic weapon and cast the strongest Dao method.There was an invisible net hidden in the wind and snow, and it was caged forward.Peng Lang held his sword horizontally.The sword is like a string.He is the arrow on the string.With a soft buzz, his figure suddenly disappeared from the wilderness, shooting forward.The invisible web did not break, but was driven forward by his body, and the whole world seemed to hear the sound of something tense.The sand and gravel in the wilderness rolled, and the fine dust danced wildly, but it could not leave the range of the invisible giant net, and instantly formed a dust dragon.Peng Lang was at the forefront of the dust dragon.There was a loud bang.He Xiangu was directly knocked into the air, and smashed into the cliff wall about ten miles high at an unimaginable speed, and the entrance of the cave was dark, and I don't know how deep it was.The bright sword light shone between the ordinary clothes and neckline, and the dust dragon also dispersed like flying smoke.Peng Lang's figure appeared and continued to walk forward.A few steps.He came to the other side of the cliff.There was an old fairy dressed in colorful clothes and gray hair.Peng Lang knew that he was a god beating master, and said politely: "I have seen my predecessors." ”and the immortal Gu was defeated suddenly, and the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea Array could no longer be formed, and the Divine Strike Ancestor simply withdrew his immortal energy, looked at this junior and said with a smile: "Your posture is also strange." ”The cyan light rope was indeed unbreakable, and Peng Lang couldn't let it leave his neck, so he had to keep the appearance of a horizontal sword killing himself.He smiled a little embarrassedly, and reluctantly adjusted where he held the sword with his fingers, so that it was a little farther away from his neck.Shen Da Xianxian suddenly smiled, and said, "Please." ”The voice fell, followed by a thunderous sound!
Rumble!
The sparse cloud of dry ice in the sky suddenly became chaotic, and a bolt of lightning fell out of nowhere, and disappeared in mid-air, leaving only a loud rumbling sound.This thunder sound did not come from the sky, but from the small drum in the wrist of the god beating ancestor.The snare drum is thundering without beating.The thunder sound traveled several miles and entered Peng Lang's ears and his sea of consciousness, shaking his soul slightly.The clothes and neckline overflowed with a faint sword light, and there was an extremely blurred light and shadow!
His sword ghost was almost forced out of his body by this thunder sound!
………… This roar of thunder resounded throughout Mars, and naturally it also spread to the cliffs.Yuanqu and Yushan were not cultivated enough, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.The finch girl was seriously injured and had not recovered, so she quickly sat down cross-legged, guarded her heart with the Tao, her face became even paler, and said: "Hit the gods!"
”The way of God to fight the ancestors is to borrow the thunder soul of heaven and earth to force the soul of the cultivator, and cultivate to the extreme, it is said that it can shake the heart of the immortals!
He has been flying for many years and is using all his strength to exert the Dao Method, so what kind of power should he have?
This is a mountain cliff more than a hundred miles away, they can't withstand the attack of that small drum, Peng Lang is attacked intensively, how can he stand it?
Tong Yan looked at the corner that could not be seen at the bottom of the mountain, and listened to the thunder that sounded again, his expression was extremely solemn.Suddenly, there was a different sound in the thunder in the sky.The sound was a little like the sound of a sword, but it was not as clear as that, it was very soft, and for some reason it couldn't even hide the thunder.………… The one under the cliff.More than a dozen bolts of lightning fell from the sky, and disappeared from the sky without touching the ground, leaving only the rumbling thunder.The next moment, the power of those thunders was suddenly diluted a lot, because the sound came.The voice came from Peng Lang's fingers.He tapped his sword lightly.The sword, which had been bent, crossed his shoulder, looked like a musical instrument.The same posture, when doing different things, is a different existence.When fighting with Xiangu, Peng Lang's posture was to raise his bow and shoot himself, and now he is holding a sword for a harp.His fingertips fell again, and he suddenly turned into countless shadows, and even the Divine Strike Ancestor couldn't see clearly.The sound of those swords rose one after another, gradually connecting into a line, like the sound of a piano.The sound of the piano broke through the air, diluting the domineering thunder a lot.The expression of the god hit the ancestor changed suddenly.Peng Lang hugged the piano and stepped forward.In an instant, he came to the cliff, and the Hengqin was used as a sword, cutting forward.The wrist of the Shenda Ancestor is tied to a small drum with a straw rope.It must not be an ordinary straw rope.More than ten sword lights left the sword body with the sound of the piano and sneered.More than ten small flowers bloom on the surface of the straw rope, revealing the material inside.The wrinkles on the face of the Divine Strike Ancestor became deeper, and his eyes became colder.Peng Lang took another step forward.The straw rope shattered.More than a dozen deep cracks appeared on the cliff about several miles long.There was a soft snap.Two intersecting cracks appear on the surface of the snare drum.The sky was full of thunder and hoarseness."
What a strong sword."
The god hit the first master said in a dumb voice.Peng Lang stretched out a finger again and flicked it towards the blade.Rumble!
The Divine Strike Ancestor was like being struck by lightning, and the immortal qi in his body suddenly dispersed, and he instantly retreated more than ten miles, sat down with his eyes crossed, and began to recuperate.Peng Lang adjusted the posture of the horizontal sword again and looked to the other side of the cliff.There is the cloud master.There is no thunder on the surface of Mars, and there is no sound of the sword and harp, and it is as dead as if no one is disturbing the season.More than a dozen eyes fell on the ordinary swordsman's body, full of shock and incomprehension.He returned from the sword array of the solar system, and the loss was extremely great, and he was ambushed by Chen Ya, and he must have been seriously injured.Even his sword was bound by the cyan light rope of the Aoyama Patriarch.In such a situation, he still defeated two previous generation immortals with extremely strong realm strength in a row.How strong is Peng Lang?
When he walks in the twilight, who can stop him?
Could it be that he alone can change the entire tide of battle?
Could it be that the gods will really usher in their own twilight?
Yun Shi really wanted to fight Peng Lang, but for the sake of the overall situation, he also knew that he should retreat.He rose to his feet, ready to join forces with the rest of his fellow Daoists.At this time, a black-clothed Taoist blocked Peng Lang's way.The black clothes were fluttering, and there was a chill of their own, just like the expression of the Taoist.There is no grace to open a patriarch.Sword Immortal Ensheng.Peng Lang was slightly stunned and bowed his head.He still maintained the posture of holding his sword to his neck.But not the bow.It's not a violin.And it's like wearing a flail.Only sinners are in yoke.………… (Posture is power~)()