Chapter 424 Final Battle

"Can't you attack at this level?"

The sound of the urn came. An Bochen raised his head and looked around. He saw that the monster behind the transformation became more and more ferocious. At this time, he stared straight into his eyes.

Yes, eyes.

An Bochen's heart moved and suddenly aimed at Mr. Peng San. His gray and fat face suddenly **, obviously aware of An Bochen's thoughts at this moment.

An Bochen knew that he had guessed right.

He is a six-fold immortal, and his control of his body has almost reached the limit. After tightening his face, his muscles and skin do not move at all. How can he have small fluctuations as Mr. Peng said, and he is "swatched" by impermanence.

The real way for the monster on the opposite side to explore the traces is not to observe the expression on the face, but to look at the eyes and judge what others think through the slight changes in the pupils in the eyes.

"You're not stupid. You found it so quickly."

Mr. Peng's eyes are full of strange lights, and the monk opposite is first-class in close combat skills. At least at the peak of the six heavens, among the demons and immortals of the Three Dynasties, he is enough to be at the top. Not only that, his reaction and judgment, including his on-the-spot adaptability, is also outstanding. His combat experience is rich. Mr. Peng San is happy to see the hunt and faintly Some expectations.

"Hmm?"

At this moment, Mr. Peng was shocked, but he saw An Bochen slowly closing his eyes.

After a while, Mr. Peng San laughed.

"This is also the only way for you to deal with it now. It's a pity that when you close your eyes, your combat effectiveness is greatly weakened. Don't you even care about the last little hope?

Mr. Peng San admires and regrets. What he admires is An Bochen's desperate, but what he regrets is that the opponent's strength is too weak compared with him. After all, he is so weak that even if he is desperate, he can no longer bring him the fun of fighting.

"I broke through the extremes. The battle has just begun, but it also means that the battle is over."

Mr. Peng San sighed gently. He tried his best to make a compassionate look, but he was no longer the same as a beautiful Mr. Peng. At this time, he was only a little strange and scratched his head. Mr. Peng had no choice but to stop.

Looking at An Bochen, who closed his eyes and stood on the peak of Qingshan Mountain, Mr. Peng looked at it for a long time and did not see any changes in An Bochen. He felt bored. When the next teleportation shot at An Bochen, he wanted to end the battle.

The speed of the six-fold heavenly polar world is amazing. In less than a tenth of an instant, a wave mark in the void in front of An Bochen. Mr. Peng came out of it, swung his fist and hit An Bochen.

The fist is close to An Bochen's face, and there is a terrible atmosphere inside, like a storm at the end of the Beiming Sea, which will twist An Bochen into pieces in a blink of an eye.

Mr. Peng San's mouth has a smile on his lips.

However, this punch burst out, and in the end, it fell empty.

A shadow flashed in front of him. When An Bochen was about to be bombarded, he miraculously teleported and escaped, which could avoid Mr. Peng Sanzi's punch.

"Huh? Good luck."

Looking at An Bochen, who had already appeared on another peak, Mr. Peng San laughed in a low voice.

With one kick, the peak collapsed under Mr. Peng San, and in another moment, Mr. Peng appeared in front of An Bochen again and punched out.

This time, the boxing has not yet approached An Bochen's face. At a five-inch difference, An Bochen disappeared.

"Let's see how many times you can escape."

Mr. Peng Sanzi resisted the surprise in his heart and grinned.

Then he continued to teleport and punched, and An Bochen just avoided it.

To Mr. Peng San's surprise, the next few times also returned without success. An Bochen's reaction speed was getting faster and faster. After dozens of times, as soon as Mr. Peng San appeared in front of An Bochen, An Bochen disappeared, which was almost close to his reaction speed of his one-pole world.

"It's a little interesting."

Stepping on a mountain peak, Mr. Peng San stood with his arms in his arms and stared at the floating green shirt on the opposite peak.

He just wanted to kill An Bochen in front of him with his physical power in a close way, and he only teleported his fist again and again. If he didn't use this move, he still had many ways to kill An Bochen and had a ten-point certainty.

Seeing that An Bochen seemed to have some understanding, Mr. Peng San was in a good mood as an enemy. In this boring era, there is not much fun except for pretending to be a prince and wandering around. It is rare to have a rare opponent who can understand and improve in battle. How can Mr. Peng San let go?

You can let him realize that it will pose an essential threat to himself at that time...

This absurd idea flashed in Mr. Peng San's heart, and then he shook his head and dispersed.

From time to time, Shanlan brushed his forehead, and the breeze passed without trace, just like An Bochen's heart at this time.

From a distance, he stands at the top of the peak, but in fact, his feet are always half an inch away from the soil and suspended in the air.

In the face of Mr. Peng's impermanent eyes, An Bochen chose to give up his eyes so that he could break the absolute investigation. Since he has no eyes, An Bochen can only feel this world in other ways, such as hearing, such as smell. However, the sensitivity of the ears and nose is much worse than that of the eyes. An Bochen will not be able to improve their sensitivity for a while. In this way, he has to feel it with his soul.

Mr. Peng's second son teleported his fist again and again, but it became An Bochen's trial. From the slightest difference at the beginning to the end, he was only half a bit slower than Mr. Peng's. Inadvertently, the soul and body of An Bochen's soul became closer and closer.

It seems that in addition to the demon clan, when the cultivation breaks through to the outside of the real person, most of them will give up the physical combat effectiveness and choose to cast spells with the soul or yuan god, which is also the same with An Bochen. But in that year, in the hand of fighting with the immortal who guarded Tongtianzhu, An Bochen found a defect. If the soul was restrained, he could only use the power of the body, and the strength he could exert for a long time. This is also the reason why An Bochen and others could survive to the end that year. However, it also confirms the idea at the beginning of An Bochen's practice. Only the body and soul can go further in the way of practice and exert stronger strength.

Today, in the battle with the unknown monster, An Bochen was forced to use the power of the body. Fortunately, it has been less than 190 years since he broke through to the real world, of which 180 years have been spent in sleep. He is not too unfamiliar with the physical strength.

The activity opened the body, but it was restricted by Mr. Peng San's close combat. An Bochen took the soul as his eyes and ears and exerted his strength on the body. The two complemented each other and became a tacit understanding.

But even so, he only improved his strength at the peak of the sixfold, and there is still a big gap from Peng Sanzi's extreme world.

The soul and the body are constantly compatible. An Bochen is suspended between heaven and earth, and the power of the soul spreads up and down, groping for the fit between him and this heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth are the big Zhoutian, and he is pregnant with the small Zhoutian and has been marching on the road of Zhoutian Xuanao, which is also the origin of his Zhoutianyuan power.

An Bochen of Liuzhongtian is much more than Zhou Tianyuan's power, but he knows that the Zhou Tianyuan power he uses is only skin phase, and the essence of it is not really mastered. If you want to understand the essence of Zhou Tianyuan's power in the fleeting battle, An Bochen is not a genius like Lv Fengqi, even for those like Lv Fengqi.

In this way, you can only choose one method to gather all the power of the soul to understand a spell to the extreme and use it to fight against the monster in front of you.

The Taoism that An Bochen has learned in this life can also be regarded as a variety of good and bad. There are many Taoisms. He can understand it to a very high level in a very short time, and he can leap the level and win. There is only one evil method, thirty-six strokes on Sunday - seven arrows.

Silently, An Bochen exuded the power of the soul to explore the world.

Gradually, there are more sounds between heaven and earth, the slight trembling of the wind blowing crane feathers, the tearing that is imperceptible to the naked eye when the trees grow, and the slight movement of the water at the bottom of the river, including the skin of the monster as hard as gold and steel on the opposite peak, every relaxation of the pores, all this is clear. Now in An Bochen's mind, it is many times more clear than the feeling of countless fetuses in the past.

Don't you pay attention to me at all... Since you are willing to wait, wait for a surprise.

An Bochen suddenly raised his head, and the dense acupuncture points in the meridians spread in an instant. Over the Dragon Girl's Palace, the wind and clouds fluctuated, and endless starlight flashed over the sky clouds during the day, falling to An Bochen.

Bathed in Zhou Tianxinghui, the power of the soul turned the river and the sea between heaven and earth. An Bochen pinched the seal method. The whole person was like an old monk, motionless, only the green shirt flying and hunting in the mountains.