Chapter 423 Polar Realm

The snow-white clothes were ragged and black. Mr. Peng looked up to the sky and smiled, tearing off his coat, revealing his strong upper body.

An Bochen stared at Mr. Peng San, who seemed to smile happily. He saw that he was slender and slightly thin, but his muscle lines were very clear. There was no fat. There were more than a dozen scars engraved on his body. The dark color was on the edge of the key, silently describing his glorious victory between life and death again and again. Li.

It's all old injuries, no new ones.

An Bochen endured the shock of his heart. He just exerted his extreme Taoist skills and failed to cause him any damage. The monster in front of him was many times stronger than he thought.

Finally, Mr. Peng San stopped laughing. He looked up and down at An Bochen and said, "You can fight like this with me who didn't do my best. You are one of the best in the peak of the six heavens."

You didn't do your best? How can it be? He is just the peak of the six heavens.

An Bochen said secretly in his heart.

"I'm only expected to play 30%... It's barely 40%."

Mr. Peng said with a smile and subconsciously licked his lips.

On weekdays, the elegant and noble son learns the etiquette of ordinary people, such as jade and elegance, but once the fight starts, the nature flowing in his blood is uncontrollable, and the eyebrows are full of the fierce spirit of the ancient demon in the county.

"It seems that your inheritance is not very smart."

Mr. Peng didn't mind saying a few more words when he knew the victory or defeat: "You only know that every realm has a peak, but you don't know that there is an extreme world above the peak."

"Extreme world?"

An Bochen chewed in a low voice.

"The so-called polar world means that above the peak, between the next realm, the extreme is close to the next realm."

Aware of the doubts in An Bochen's heart, Mr. Peng San smiled and said, "The more difficult it is to practice, the more difficult it is. Take the six heavens and the real fairyland as an example. Only one of the thousand six heavens can barely break through to the real fairyland. One is the mysterious mystery of the opportunity. On the other, the thunder disaster that breaks through the real fairyland is no longer comparable to the previous thunderstorm. That can It is a divine thunder that can destroy the continent. Even if I gather all kinds of magic weapons, I dare not try it easily. This is definitely gambling on cultivation with my life. Therefore, when most people are not fully sure, they choose to stay in the original state, so there are more and more peaks, and they always have to distinguish between strengths and weaknesses, so that the polar world appears.

So that's it, but the polar world is only in the same realm. How big can there be a gap?

An Bochen thought so.

"You underestimate the extreme world." Shaking his head, Mr. Peng said: "The polar world is like a narrowing realm. How can the gap between the realm be as simple as you think? There are very few people who can break through the extreme world. I only break through a polar world, and my strength is more than half higher than the peak of the six heavens. If you don't believe it, come and have a try.

Hearing this, An Bochen was secretly vigilant.

Obviously, it's a life-or-death battle, but the other party said so much so easily that he obviously didn't pay attention to himself. An Bochen has never heard of the extreme world, but he thinks that the other party is a descendant of ancient demons, from the mysterious and prosperous Jiuyuanzhou. An Bochen has no doubt about him.

"I really don't want to use the power of the extreme world, but unfortunately, it seems that I can't beat you without the power of the extreme world."

Mr. Peng seemed to be a little depressed, which made An Bochen a little strange.

"Kunpeng has changed."

Hand-pinching the seal method, the fog lingered in Mr. Peng San's eyes, and the fog overflowed in an instant, covering his whole body.

An Bochen's heart was shocked. Although he could not see Mr. Peng San surrounded by the white fog, he could clearly detect his rising breath. As he said before, his strength at this time was more than half higher than before.

A crack suddenly appeared in the fog, and the light and shadow flowed, as black as the dark.

Looking at Mr. Peng San, who was covered in the fog, An Bochen was in a trance and felt that there was a bottomless abyss on the opposite side, emitting strong suction. From time to time, airflows swept from An Bochen's side and drilled into the fog. Gradually, even the mountains and rivers below were disturbed by Mr. Peng San's breath, and the flying sand and stones were wrapped in the river. It's not foggy.

An Bochen tried his best to stabilize his body. In the eyes of the crow Taoist who forgot his heart, his breath was like a bottomless abyss, but his eyes looked at Mr. Peng San, and he felt like this to An Bochen.

Finally, the fog gradually dissipated. An Bochen looked at it and was suddenly stunned, and his face couldn't help shaking.

"No laughing." Mr. Peng's voice was slightly thicker.

"Don't worry, I'm not laughing." An Bochen said solemnly with a straight face.

Appearing in front of An Bochen was a fat man with a big belly. His cheeks were thick, his lips were blue, his face was gray, and there were two golden wings in his back. He couldn't see the previous elegant style at all. He could only vaguely identify his original identity from the robe, which made An Bochen stunned.

If it hadn't been for the two feather wings born out of thin air, An Bochen would have thought that the opposite was a clown standing in the play.

"You still want to laugh."

Mr. Peng San stared at An Bochen fiercely and said with an urn.

He will never use the power of the extreme world until he has to, just because he needs to show the change of Kunpeng to break through to the extreme world. Although he does not completely change back to his original form, he will also become half-human and half-demon. In the eyes of most demons, such an image is their favorite, majestic and alternative. However, for Mr. Peng, such an image is contrary to his aesthetics. He is an alien in his family. For some reason, his aesthetics are biased towards human beings. His talent is much higher than that of his two brothers, but he breaks through the extreme world but is much more than his brothers.

Cut the court up and down, unless there are some special opportunities, only those like him who have ancient blood and a long history can break through the extreme world through the change of the original phase.

An Bochen finally laughed. At the impermanence of Mr. Peng San, he really couldn't hide his heart.

After a moment, An Bochen's smile converged, and his strong fighting spirit rose from the top of his head and went straight into the sky.

How can such a serious battle be laughed? Of course, Mr. Peng's extreme world looks good, but An Bochen originally wanted to try how strong his strength is now. He fought against the extreme world with the peak of the six heavens. You know, although his current cultivation is the peak of the six heavens, it is not his own peak.

Two fighting spirit rose to the sky, roaring like a dragon, disturbing the clouds, and confronting the middle of the mountains and rivers.

The battle has been brewing to the peak. An Bochen rose up and turned into an offline arrow and shot at Mr. Peng San.

The figure was missing, and there were only remnants of Taoism. However, when An Bochen stabbed out with a shot, he found that it was empty. There was no one in front of him. The tyrannical breath between his fingers spread from the vest, but it was Mr. Peng San, who did not know when he appeared behind An Bochen and casually punched out the power that made An Bochen afraid.

At the critical moment, An Bochen clenched his teeth and twisted his waist, avoiding Mr. Peng's fists the size of a baby's head.

Avoiding the boxing but couldn't avoid the remaining strength, An Bochen tilted to one side, and in the afterglow, he saw Peng Sanzi's figure disappearing again. An Bochen was not ready. Peng Sanzi had already appeared under him and punched up again. An Bochen clenched and innocently greeted him.

The spiral source force surged out wildly, but this time it was no longer as destructive as before. Mr. Peng Sanzi fought innocently with his fist and broke the spiral source force without any damage, and An Bochen flew back by force.

After breaking through to the extreme world, Mr. Peng San's speed and strength were much higher than before. He flew in the air and could no longer see the existence of the figure, as if he were invisible. Even if An Bochen is in his eyes, he can only faintly see one or two shadows, which can consume vitality, and An Bochen can't continue to perform.

When he was at the peak of the six heavens before, Mr. Peng's strength and speed were comparable to that of An Bochen, and now it didn't look like he was on the same level.

An Bochen clenched his innocence and was cautiously vigilant.

"I forgot to tell you that after breaking through to the polar world, my impermanence eyes are more prosperous."

Mr. Peng's voice came from the oblique top, and An Bochen's ears moved slightly, turning into a shadow and stabbing with a gun.

Before the spiral power was fully released, the tip of the gun was held by Mr. Peng San, who appeared in front of him. His palms exerted force, and there was a creaking sound from the gun body.

The power completely fell into the wind. An Bochen could no longer protect his innocence. The wind and thunder feathers in the gun body were broken inch by inch.

An Bochen raised his left hand and hit a purple laser at Mr. Peng San's right eye. Mr. Peng blinked, and his eyes were like gold and iron casting. He cut the purple thunder with a "click".

Taking advantage of this time, An Bochen flew back with a gun.

At this time, continuing the close battle has no advantage for An Bochen, and he can only spell it out, but his every move can't be hidden from Mr. Peng San's impermanence.

Landing on a mountain peak, An Bochen withdrew his innocence, and his green shirt trembled with the wind. His eyes were deep and he silently thought about the solution.

An Bochen did not know that his opponent was an ordinary demon, but the son of the demon master, one of the three famous sons of the Yin, Jie and Kui Dynasty. He could not avoid it, but he waited here to fight. At this time, An Bochen vaguely guessed a few points, but it was too late, so he could only fight hard.