Heavenly Martial Arts - 170

“The evil animal suffers death!” The three saints burned their vitality and blood with “Breaking Essence and Self-Absolute Dafa”, and furiously rushed towards He Heng from three directions.

“I don’t know what I can do.” He Heng snorted coldly, and a flash of thunder flashed across his body, and a palm violently hit Jiaxiang’s body.

“Puff!” Jiaxiang spit out blood, the figure flew out, and his whole body burst into the air like a thunder.

Daoxin and Wisdom took advantage of He Heng’s opportunity to deal with Jiaxiang, one after the other, one up and down, and furiously embraced He Heng.

Bi Xuan was also struggling at this time, the Yan Yang Xuan Gong was operating to the extreme, reaching the state of “Zhi Yang Wu Ji”, the hot air was like hot wind. The sky and the earth are rolling the wind and clouds, there are thunderbolts, as if a big day is rising.

“Demon Dao, today is your death date.” Wisdom roared, and near He Hengzhang Xu’s place, it exploded, and a wave of frightening weather raged like a tide, stretching more than ten feet away. , He Heng and even Daoxin and Bi Xuan were enveloped in an instant.

“Hahaha, a few old friends, the poor monks are here too!” Daoxin laughed, like wisdom, his body burst open, and the surging energy swept over a radius of more than ten meters, and his true energy swelled like a tide. Superimposed with what was born of wisdom, like a huge storm, covering He Heng’s radius in an instant.

He Heng snorted coldly, looking at the tide of innocence, his body tumbling, causing changes in the celestial phenomena, every inch of his body resonated with the heavens and the earth, bursting out a ray of golden light, and at the same time the innocence in his body gushing out. Raging everywhere, turning into an indestructible wall of air.

boom!

A earth-shattering explosion resounded, tidal waves of air tumbling endlessly, the sky was also low and roaring, and the surging air currents continued to impact.

“Madman!” Bi Xuan’s face was slightly gloomy, his mouth growled, and his body furiously flicked phantoms in the air. After tens of feet away, he stopped, panting loudly, and looked at his body. Some ragged clothes, some lingering fears.

Just now he had enough power to find He Heng desperately, but he was enveloped by the blew ups of Wisdom and Daoxin. Fortunately, he was on the periphery, not too close to the middle, otherwise he would be seriously injured if he didn’t die.

“But such a self-destruction, I am afraid that the Great Sui State Master can’t be killed!” Bi Xuan sighed and looked into the tide.

Wisdom and Daoxin both blew themselves directly against He Heng. They were right at the center of the blew at that time, and the impact they received was the most powerful.

But Wisdom and Daoxin are only the body of the master, the realm of Yinshen, while He Heng is the original form of the Dao Shen Dacheng, the embryonic form of the Tao. Although Bi Xuan does not know the complete foundation of them, he also understands the relationship between Wisdom and He. The gap between the constants is like a moat.

The self-detonation is certainly powerful, and it is even difficult to inflict irreparable damage to such a great master, but it is incapable of dealing with He Heng.

The fact is also true. When the tide that seemed to cover the sky faded, He Heng’s figure reappeared, his whole body, hair scattered, and the road was a bit ragged, but the pace was still strong, and his breath was not much wilting, his eyesight It’s even colder.

“It’s just a slight injury…” Bi Xuan’s face was solemn, and his tone was very regrettable.

He Heng coldly looked at the huge potholes that appeared on the ground under the two bald donkeys who blew up, and the hundreds of Turkic soldiers who were affected. He sneered: “You just want to hurt me if you blew up, ignorant!”

After all, the three sacred monks were not great masters like Bi Xuan, and could not clearly realize the huge gap between him and He Heng.

But I don’t know that He Heng Yuanshen Dacheng, and his body is even more complete in the magical realm of King Kong, both inside and outside. The power of their self-detonation is strong, but they can’t shake his roots, but they have suffered a little unremarkable injury. That’s it.

Under the unity of heaven and man, He Hengcha regained most of his state and stood on the battlefield like a god and a devil, with the soles of his feet as far away as three feet from the ground.

“Ghost, ghost…” Turkic soldiers screamed tremblingly away from He Heng in fear.

Bi Xuan was also shocked when he saw this, and then roared, grabbed a spear on the ground, and stabbed He Heng fiercely.

The spear shadows are endless, and Bi Xuan is worthy of the name of the great master. In an instant, he changed dozens of moves, and finally gathered into one, a simple spear, covering the door to He Heng with fiery vigor.

He Heng sighed quietly and patted with his right hand. The surging vigor pushed out like the mountains and the sea. The spear was slapped into several pieces by his palm before He Heng’s body was reached, and the surging palm power engulfed Bi Xuan’s whole body.

“Puff!” Bi Xuan was directly forced back by He Heng’s palm.

“Bi Xuan, I’ll send you to reunite with Ning Daoqi and Fu Cailin.” He Heng snorted coldly, his body exploded with an unparalleled aura, like a changhong, cold and surging, and the emptiness unexpectedly appeared as a result. Ripples, engulfed by waves of air, like a blade.

“Just die, take my punch!” Bi Xuan yelled, a violent breath erupted from his body, and the hot and turbulent sun’s true energy was rolled out, and he hit He Heng with a punch.

He Heng also gave a punch. It was simple, ordinary, without any fancy, but it made people feel unshakable, heavy as a mountain, thick as the ground, and surging like an infinite sea.

boom!

The two fists collided abruptly, making a sound like the ground cracking and falling apart, and the turbulent energy stretched three feet away, pushing several Turkic soldiers who were trying to get close here.

“Come again!!” Bi Xuan let out a beast-like low roar, the fiery infuriating qi urged to the extreme, and the whole person was like a stove. In an instant, he hit more than 20 punches in a row, and He Heng also returned him more than 20 punches.

Peng! Peng! Peng!

A violent sound resounded through the world, and He Heng and Bi Xuanlian fisted hundreds of punches.

“Happy!” Bi Xuan was beaten back several feet by He Heng’s boxing power. He staggered, tumbling blood, but exclaimed with joy, as if a flame had burned to its peak.

He Heng ignored his feelings, his figure turned into an afterimage, and he was close to Bi Xuan for an instant, and then both fists were thrown out, and the surging vigor enveloped him. In an instant, dozens of fist shadows covered his whole body.

Bi Xuan let out a low roar, as if returning to the light, the blood was extremely turbulent, and Fenran was intertwined with He Heng’s fist shadow.

Under the battle between the two, He Heng forced Bi Xuan to retreat very close to Jieli, and he quickly shouted, “Quickly, go up and help Wu Zun to kill the demon way.”

After hearing their profuse order, dozens of martial arts and powerful generals and guards posted to He Heng at once.

“Kill!” One person yelled, and he hacked at He Heng’s back with the knife, but he was hit by a needle-light zhenqi at the acupuncture point behind He Heng and he fell straight down.

“This…” Many Turkic generals were a little discolored, and did not dare to go up.

This was a black-clothed man beside Jie Li who immediately jumped, and the pitch-black infuriating energy shot out, surging with energy, and grabbed He Heng with one claw.

“Magic commander Zhao Deyan!” He Heng yelled coldly, and Zhao Deyan’s infurience was continuously shot out of dozens of acupuncture points behind him, covering Zhao Deyan.

However, he had just used this trick. Zhao Deyan was naturally defensive. His figure suddenly changed, and he jumped out of the circle, returning to his soul with eighteen claws to do the most vicious style of the Vermillion Bird, and fiercely grabbed the heart of He Heng.

Unexpectedly, just as he approached He Heng’s three feet of land, He Heng violently used his force to force Bi Xuan back, and slapped his chest directly with a palm.

“Puff!” Zhao Deyan squirted out blood and flew backwards for a few steps. He Heng chased him closely. His figure was like a rush, and he immediately attached to Zhao Deyan, with a cold light in his eyes, and a punch enveloped him.

Peng!

After a loud noise, He Heng wiped the blood from his hands with disdain, but Zhao Deyan fell down completely, and his entire head was turned into a mess under He Heng’s punch.

Seeing this, Bi Xuan’s complexion changed, but then he restored his deadly tranquility, with a strange light flashing in his eyes. At this moment, he has reached the end of the crossbow with He Heng’s fist. After all, although he is a great master, he is also an 80 or 90 year old man. Physical strength is no longer the peak, but his opponent is He Heng. It is entirely a belief to support him to survive until now.

At this time, He Heng’s fist once again enveloped him, Bi Xuan held back a touch of depression, and fisted out to fight.

“Puff!” After another spit of blood, Bi Xuan staggered weakly, but the light in his eyes surged to the extreme.

After confronting He Heng, his will that has been silent for dozens of years has also recovered, and he has reached an extreme state, faintly seeing a vast world, and he has stagnated for decades of cultivation. , At this moment, there is also a faint diligence.

Under such circumstances, a sense of joy and will rose in Bi Xuan’s heart.

He Heng’s fist has already enveloped him, and Bi Xuan raised his voice to the sky, and his life burned out the brightest flames, just like his scorching sun.

boom!

After a few extreme collisions, when He Heng’s fist was retracted again, Bi Xuan had already lost his strength, and his body fell to his knees, but his complexion was extremely calm and full of plainness.

Only because, at that last moment, he saw a field he had pursued all his life, so he died without regret.

At this point, the last of the three great masters in the world, Turkic Wuzun Bi Xuan, has fallen!