Chapter 421 Impermanent Eye

The young man smiled and turned around casually. At a glance, he saw An Bochen.

At the same time, An Bochen was also looking at him.

Differing from what he imagined, after the young man restrained his demonic spirit, there was a trace of peace all over his body, without any demonic temperament. He stood at the mouth of the cave, his face was as white as jade, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of water mist. The snow-white robe sleeves flew with the wind, which smelled of dust.

They looked at each other for a long time, but neither of them said anything.

One is the third son of the Taishi family of the imperial court, and the other is the first person of the former Liu, who is completely in two worlds. An Bochen killed the county magistrate of Liu County, which makes the two stand on the opposite side. There is nothing to say to each other, only one battle.

The water mist outside his eyes gradually dissipated, and Mr. Peng shook his head with a smile: "What's the pain for Taoist friends to do this? You kill a four-day county king today, and another five-day county king tomorrow, but how much can you kill? My background of intercepting the court is countless times deeper than you think. Now that the overall situation has been determined, no matter how you kill it, it will be futile.

What a picky monster.

An Bochen didn't say a word, but frowned.

"Do you think I'm talkaty?" Mr. Peng San said, "It's not easy for Taoist friends to practice to the sixth heaven. I don't want to see Taoist friends make mistakes again and again, so I open my mouth to persuade them."

It's strange. How does he know what I'm thinking? Could it be that he knows Buddhism?

An Bochen frowned deeper, and a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes.

"It's not, it's not." Mr. Peng San smiled again: "This is not his mind, but my family's secret method, impermanent eyes. Although I can't hear what you're thinking in your heart, I can see every slight change in your expression. Every time the muscles on your face change inadvertently, even if you are a person who is not happy or angry, I can easily see what he is thinking in his heart.

Hearing the words, An Bochen deliberately tightened his face and only felt funny in his heart.

Is this also a secret method? Isn't it just a look at the words? I don't believe you can still see it.

"The first time you meet someone will feel as funny as you. Of course, this is a secret method. Since it is a secret method, how can it be a simple observation?

Mr. Peng looked narrowly at An Bochen, as if he was not smiling.

An Bochen still tightened his face and was extremely shocked.

If it is a spell like his heart, An Bochen can also cast spells to protect the mind and cut off the other party's exploration. But the monster opposite actually knew what he was thinking at a glance. In this way, he could predict in advance every time he took action, and he had fallen into the disadvantage before he opened it.

"You understand, too."

Staring at An Bochen's eyes, Mr. Peng said playfully, "Unless your cultivation is one or two levels higher than me, no matter what spell you use, I can predict and avoid it. Moreover, this impermanence is just one of my many unique skills. If the Taoist friend leaves here, for the sake of the first offense of the Taoist friend, he may spare your life.

Standing up, An Bochen looked at Mr. Peng from afar and finally opened his mouth.

"You say so much, you just want to weaken my fighting spirit."

"You got it right." Mr. Peng San stroked his palm and smiled, looking at An Bochen with a trace of interest: "So, do Taoist friends still have the will to fight now?"

He spoke in a few words, and only felt that the mountains under his feet shook and smiled indifferently. Mr. Peng San flew up. As soon as he got up, the stone wall at the mouth of the cave had been torn apart and collapsed.

"The fighting spirit is not weak."

Mr. Peng looked at An Bochen amusedly and commented.

He had already seen that An Bochen was the peak of the six heavens, but he did not pay attention to it. There were also many six heavens that were still left in the three dynasties. As he said in front of the fireworks river and Jia Baiwan, looking at the three dynasties under the true immortals, he could have the power to fight with the son of the imperial master. This Liuzhongtian master who came out of nowhere actually broke the balance that had been maintained for many years and killed the county magistrate of Liu County, but also gave him an excuse for Mr. Peng San to take action. He had not done anything with others for so many years. Although Yunyou was quiet and leisurely day and night, he had already had already had an itchy hand.

The mountains and rivers in front of the Dragon Girl's Palace swept away the previous calm, emitting a strong fighting spirit from An Bochen. The gravel scattered on the bank of the foothills rose into the air and floated between him and Mr. Peng San.

Looking at An Bochen, Mr. Peng was suddenly stunned, and then laughed: "It turns out that you want to fight like this. It's really wonderful and suits me."

As soon as he finished speaking, An Bochen had teleported behind him and punched out.

Since the opponent can expect the enemy first, it is naturally useless to use Taoism. He can only use Taoism to fight fast and slow, so that he has no time to observe what he is thinking.

A conical air wave appears in the front of the fist, and the wind, water, fire and thunder flow. An Bochen's arm strength can no longer be measured by catties, because he uses more source power. Every trace of source force has the power to destroy mountains and rivers. More importantly, the source force is unfathomable, which is very different from the power of the mortal world.

"Good luck!"

Mr. Peng's speed is not slower than that of An Bochen. He can't reach a tenth. He has turned around and put his palms together against An Bochen's punch.

Two completely different sources of power emanated from the fists of the two people, transforming into two air waves covering the two people's body. The air waves collided and collapsed another void. An Bochen's air wave color is almost dark, with stars shining inside, while Mr. Peng's air waves are gray-white, like waves.

The two hit each other with fists and palms. In a short time, they have fought nearly a thousand times, and the air waves gushing from the palms are also competing with each other. They are also the peak of the six heavens, and they are inseparable for a while.

An Bochen's Taoist skills are all on the gun, and his fists and feet are not outstanding.

With a flash, An Bochen jumped out of the battle circle and flew back to a mountain. He didn't know when he fell into the palm of his hand.

The sound of a gun like a dragon came from the tip of the trembling gun, echoing among the mountains and rivers, shocking a group of eagles and cranes.

Looking up at An Bochen, Mr. Peng San frowned slightly. He only felt that An Bochen's breath was much stronger than before. The air wave generated by Zhou Tianyuan's power shrouded the tip of the gun, and the starlight also exuded the smell of feng shui fire and thunder. At a glance, the gun was extremely strange. The air wave was hit by the four forces of feng shui fire and thunder, and was spinning rapidly. Turn, as if it can break through all the existence between heaven and earth.

"So you are good at guns."

Mr. Peng San lowered his eyes, the palm of his hand flipped, and a long ink gun suddenly appeared in his palm.

"I forgot to tell you that your way of fighting is what I like most and what I am best at. Those Taoisms are immortals. For me, it is the most enjoyable thing to kill the enemy in front of us.

With the long gun in his hand, the breath of Mr. Peng San suddenly changed. The previous peaceful smell of dust disappeared, and there seemed to be a strong evil spirit buried under the curved eyebrows.

The two disappeared at the same time, and the next moment appeared in the middle of the mountains and rivers.

Mr. Peng San smiled at the corners of his mouth, his wrists trembled, and the ink-colored gun turned into a dense gun shadow. There was a gray and white sea flowing between the shadows. There were more than a thousand gun shadows, and there were more than a thousand pieces of chaotic atmosphere. The waves rolled, and An Bochen was suddenly submerged in it. The ink gun shadow seemed to be a dragon coming out. Like the sea, he swam invisibly, making a "whush" sound to An Bochen.

It is also a Taoist skill, but the demonist skill of the fairyland is not inferior to the power of Taoism. The vast sea between the shadows is not an illusion, but a real existence.

In the vast sea, An Bochen can only see the tide that is higher than the other, and the ink gun flying from all directions like a dragon.

"Wang..."

The sound of the rising waves echoed in An Bochen's ears, and the sky and the earth became gray. He could no longer see the mountains and rivers outside the Dragon Girl Palace.

This should be the source of the opponent.

An Bochen feels strange that the source power is the most original power between heaven and earth, such as his Zhou Tian's power, but this sea water belongs to the five elements and is transformed by the acquired. Why does it become the source force of the opponent?

"The power of Sunday... I've never heard of such a source."

Mr. Peng's voice came to his ear. An Bochen's heart was slightly awe-ins. He only heard him smile and said, "My source power is naturally the most original force between heaven and earth. This sea is one of the three sea areas born at the beginning of heaven and earth. Maybe you have never heard of such a sentence."

“...... There is a fish in the north, and its name is Kun.

"Wan!"

Another wave surged into the sky. Through the gray sea and fog, An Bochen saw Mr. Peng San floating in the sky.

The white robe shook with the wind, and the gun in Mr. Peng's hand suddenly disappeared.

At the same time, the shadows of guns in all directions disappeared, and when it appeared again, it was only half a foot away from An Bochen's body.