Before Pan Long's fist arrived, the fist wind was already roaring like thunder.

Because the Nine-Turn Xuan Gong entered the second round of Tiangang and Earth Demon tempering, his skills were extremely profound, far better than the peak of ordinary innate. If he didn't take action, he would have to take action. Once he had all his strength, the energy of heaven and earth would be activated by him, and there would be strong wind and thunder.

This is actually not a good thing. It means that his skills are seriously exceeding the standard and have long exceeded the limit of being a normal master. If it is someone else, he is afraid that his true energy will go wild. Even if he does not blow himself into a ball of blood, his meridians will be broken, his internal organs will be damaged, and most of the bones in his body will be broken, and at most half of his life will be left.

But Pan Long's body was too strong, and others were "comparable to steel". He was directly harder than steel. Such violent energy of heaven and earth not only did not hurt his body at all, but was tempered by him, like a ball of sunshine, condensed in his hands.

When he took action, the sunlight flew out like a bolt of lightning.

A lightning bolt that flies unfast but makes people feel irresistible.

Seeing that Pan Long took action, the middle-aged man no longer thought about whether he was afraid or not. He yelled, waved his magic knife and chopped it down on his head.

The blood was magnificent, like a surging river of blood, facing the lightning.

Then, it exploded violently.

The wind was howling, and the sand and stones were flying. Needless to say, the place where the golden light and blood light collided was just near the main hall gate. The thick door and solid wall were like paper in front of the explosion, and they were directly blown up. Countless broken wood, broken bricks and small stones were mixed in the wind and flying everywhere, hitting the trees, stones and walls in the distance, crackling and crackling.

The guests in the courtyard were stirred by the strong wind and could not sit firmly. They were hit by countless fine wood and stones. In a hurry, they had only time to protect their heads and faces, and were beaten with crackling sounds. For a moment, many people were screaming in pain. Some of them were even more unlucky to be hit by the acupoint, and they screamed and fell to the sky, not knowing whether they were seriously injured or not.

As for the flowers, plants and trees in the courtyard, I don’t know how many lifetimes of blood mold have fallen. After being ravaged by the strong wind mixed with wood and stone, the trees are better, and there are some branches, leaves and trunks covered with scars. The flowers and plants are completely finished, and the remaining roots are all lucky. Most of the flowers and plants are simply uprooted and they don’t know where they fly.

The situation in the main hall was better. Most of the people sitting here were innate masters. Seeing that Pan Long's punch was amazing, everyone immediately took action to resist. Naturally, they could not catch the punch, but it was not difficult to just block and resolve the aftermath.

The strong wind blew, and except for blowing down the flowers, plants, bonsai and other places in the main hall, and tearing the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall into pieces, it did not hurt anyone.

But when the wind calmed down, the huge main hall and the circle around the gate had become ruins. I don’t know how much manpower and material resources it would take to repair it.

It was not until this time that the guests in the courtyard were shocked, but they were still a little nervous.

The power of the two sides' attack was so powerful!

The old Taoist Du Songzi couldn't help but sigh: "There are talents in the country, and each generation is better than the next. I am really old!"

Brandy immediately said mockingly: "Mencisses should not be polite. When you were young, can you be compared with this young man in the North?"

The old Taoist laughed dryly: "But it can't compare."

"You're still shameless!"

"Where are you, Mr. Bai?"

"Me? When I was as old as him, I met him and attacked him in just one move."

"Oh? You were so awesome back then?"

"...Then I can be buried directly. If I have a bad luck, I will be spared and even my ashes will be raised."

When the guests in the main hall heard the famous brandy's green forest saying humorously, he used him to have fun and made fun of him, and couldn't help laughing. The originally serious and heavy atmosphere was also gone.

Pan Long was slightly stunned when he heard the laughter, then he understood and couldn't help but secretly exclaim.

The old world is the old world. These two masters are funny and the other supportive. They seem to be saying crosstalk for the old disrespect, but in fact they are resolving the tense atmosphere and making everyone feel relieved.

In the attack just now, although the guests were shaken and the door of the main hall collapsed, Pan Long and the middle-aged man named Ma were both unscathed.

There is no doubt that they will continue to fight next.

Perhaps every attack they hit would have a power that was no less than the same as before. If everyone did not breathe a sigh of relief and continued to fight like this, I am afraid that the guests would have been shocked to death before they could win or lose.

Although the confrontation between experts is indeed very dangerous for the audience next to them, the Golden Basin Hands-washing Ceremony is a happy event, and it is impossible to finally make the funeral!

Now, if they laugh like this, even if the guests recover. Those who can't hold on next will naturally leave, and those who stay can hold on. I think no one dares to joke about their own lives.

Sure enough, in a moment, most of the guests in the courtyard left, leaving only a dozen people, and retreated into the corner. Although it seemed that watching the masters' confrontation was very important, the situation was not right and still had to run away at any time.

However, no one of the guests in the main hall ran away. Outside the courtyard, many guests even approached quietly or at high places, wanting to see what was going on.

The two people who fought were the most peak figures in the innate realm. Killing ordinary innate is like cutting melons and vegetables. How can you miss such a big battle?

Pan Long waited for a while, and then he took a breath again and clenched his fists again.

The golden light like the sun condensed on his fist again.

The middle-aged man was shocked. He had just fought with Pan Long and looked even. In fact, he had already been shocked to his internal organs and his meridians and bones were also vaguely ached. For a moment, he felt weak all over and could not raise any strength.

He originally thought that Pan Long was similar to his own, but he didn't expect that Pan Long's body was much stronger than him. Such a blow was an internal and external shock to him, but for Pan Long, it was just a slight shock to his body, and he could recover by taking a breath.

At this moment, Pan Long was about to take action again, but he was still weak and could not exert force on his sword. He was almost dead!

He was suddenly furious, first scolding God for being unfair, then scolding Pan Long for being troublesome, and finally scolding the Demon Sword for being useless... but not scolding himself.

God seemed to have no intention of calculating him, and Pan Long could not hear the anger in his heart. Only the Demon Sword could hear the voice in his heart, and was also fierce and cruel and vengeful. After he cursed a few words, he heard the magic sword spirit roaring, and his eyes suddenly turned into scarlet red, and he could no longer see any color.

The sword spirit was angry with him and immediately lost control. In turn, he used the sword to control people and occupied his mind.
Chapter completed!