Chapter 459 Ancient Martial Arts Unrespermence Next

One foot, just one foot, lifts the previously unparalleled impermanence from a distance of thousands of feet.

This scene immediately caused an uproar.

"What happened? Wuchang was beaten out."

"Error? It's impossible. It's impossible for this kind of character to make mistakes, so there is only one reason. It was made by Zhuge Bliang.

In a look of surprise and surprise, Zhuge did not move, his body was like lightning, and he instantly caught up with the impermanence that had not yet stabilized his body. Then his feet collapsed heavily, "Bang!" With a sound, impermanence fell down like a cannonball, crushing a mountain.

"How... Wuchang was blown away for the second time!"

"It's not a mistake or an accident! Impermanence was indeed beaten out!"

At this moment, everyone present, including the poor monks, showed a strange color. Everyone couldn't believe it. They thought that Zhuge Fuliang would definitely die, and there was no chance of winning. But in just a moment, the situation completely changed. The unparalleled power of impermanence has been blown away twice in succession, which is by no means a fluke.

A different color appeared on the sacred face of the evening rain dust, and he muttered, "He... How on earth did it work..."

Lu Zihan's equally beautiful face changed: "This guy... How many cards are there?"

At this moment, Zhuge is not bright, and I only feel that a force full of my body. He knew that this power was lent to him by the soul in his body, which helped him temporarily improve his strength. At the same time, Zhuge Fuliang felt a strange message in his mind.

"Taiwu Heart Sutra!"

Zhuge was not surprised. His fast browser came and he was immediately surprised. This is a secret book that is similar to skills and experience, and the value is no longer under the Taoist. Moreover, this Taiwu Heart Sutra is, in a sense, the sublimation of the ancient martial arts.

He quickly browsed the Taiwu Heart Sutra, which introduced the method of cultivation and experience, as well as some unique skills.

Among them, Zhuge Fuliang found a magic power called "Thousand Hands Magic Fist" and wrote down the information of its magic power quickly. This information has already been imprinted in his mind, and it is just a moment to write it down.

"Boom!"

At this time, Wuchang flew up from the ruins, his face was still shocked, and he still looked at Zhuge Wuliang in surprise.

"You..." Wuchang hesitated for a moment, but he didn't know what to say. Finally, he gritted his teeth and stabbed the spear.

"Ah!!! The ancient martial arts move the sky!" Zhuge Buteng shouted, and his momentum suddenly climbed up and punched him.

"Cangling!

When the fist collided with the spear, there was a sound of golden ge, and Mars shot everywhere. The two of them withdrew half a step.

Although Wuchang was surprised that Zhuge Fuliang's strength had improved so quickly, his hand did not stop. The spear crossed the four directions and swept up with his lazy waist.

Zhuge Bu Liang waved his fist continuously, and the magic power of "thousand-handed magic fist" evolved rapidly in his mind. With one punch, each punch made the world tremble.

The gray dead air swept over, and Zhuge Buliang flew up in the air, like a big roc, but behind him, the influence of a black crow appeared. The black crow is like the sound of death.

Zhuge Fuliang's fists fell, and two mountain-sized fists bombarded impermanence. Wuchang was stagled back.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

More than a dozen huge fist shadows fell, and the impermanent body flew backwards, and was beaten thousands of feet away again. However, this time, Wuchang quickly flew back. He roared and waved his spear to kill, and a large piece of dead air submerged.

The two fought fiercely and fought for hundreds of rounds. Both of them became more and more brave in the war, and finally got entangled together. Zhuge Buliang tore off one of the impermanent arms, which was bloody and bloody.

But impermanence can speed and regenerate. At this level, the destruction of the body is caused by pediatric damage. After condensing his arm, Wuchang came up again, and the spear swept out of the black light and almost cut off Zhuge Fuliang's waist.

Zhuge Fuliang's physical recovery is not as perverted as impermanence. Wuchang rushed up with a ferocious smile, and the two hissed together again.

"ci la~~"

The black blood splashed, and the impermanent hair was connected to the scalp and was torn off by Zhuge Fuliang. This is an extremely bloody and violent scene.

Even those masters of Xianmen in the crowd are shocked. Many people can't stand it anymore. Don't go too much.

"What is the origin of this Zhuge Fuliang? He actually tied with Wuchang!"

"He helped the descendants of the sword demon, and it can be seen that he may also be a mortal."

"Fan Xiu! Has Fan Xiu been so arrogant in recent years? Let alone the descendants of the sword demon and the sword saint, now there is a more ruthless one.

Everyone is talking about it. After this battle, the four words Zhuge Fuliang are destined to be known to everyone in the southern region. The reborn impermanence is almost the same as the strength of those leaders of the immortals. In addition, the judge's pen and the two treasures of the Book of Life and Death, I'm afraid that even the leaders of the immortals are not necessarily opponents.

But now, Zhuge Butliang, a fledgling figure, suddenly rises and rises in a battle.

"Ah!!!" Impermanence roared at the sky. Today, he merged with the first impermanent body. It was supposed to be a battle of power, but he didn't expect such a strange number on the way.

"Boom!"

Two fists fell, and the impermanent spear shook and changed back to the original appearance of the judge's pen. The judge brushed out two pieces of ink to dissolve the fist. Impermanence flew to the sky, and ghost faces appeared beside him one by one. These ghosts seemed to be a ferocious evil ghost, biting at Zhuge Fuliang.

"Get out of here!"

The sound killing skill was shouted out, and the sound wave turned into two sharp swords, piercing two grimaces.

At this time, Zhuge Ming, who had been adjusted, also rushed up. Without saying a word, he cut out the seven swords, and the black sword curtain fell and cut to the impermanence.

"Spit!"

Half of the impermanent shoulder was removed, and black blood spilled. Impermanence retreated in pain, and the faint dead light in his eyes stared at the two brothers of Zhuge.

Zhuge Ming silently cut out the second sword again, giving him no chance to recover.

"Hum!"

There was a strange fluctuation in the void, and the black sword curtain passed directly through the impermanent body as if it were cut in the air.

"It's this strange secret again." Zhuge Bliang has seen that the reason for this scene is likely to be the use of some kind of skill by impermanence.

Zhuge Bulliang shouted and went straight to the world, and punched hundreds of punches in a row. Although Zhuge Buliang, the "Thousand-Handed Magic Fist", has not yet fully understood it, with the promotion of the Taiwu Heart Sutra, he can already exert some of his power.

"It seems to be the boxing skills of the ancient martial arts family." An old man in the crowd said solemnly.

Hundreds of boxing shadows were bombed repeatedly, and Wuchang was beaten back repeatedly. And Zhuge Ming also chose to cut out the third sword at the appropriate time, and did not give Wuchang the opportunity to play the strange secret method.

"Scold!"

Wuchang was cut off at the waist, and the lower body was smashed directly in the sword curtain.

"Ah!!! OK! OK! OK! I remember you! Today's humiliation will definitely be doubled one day!" Wuchang shouted loudly, and suddenly his body turned into a ball of death and disappeared into the air in an hour.

"Escape!"

"Stop him!" Zhuge Buriang drank a lot.

Zhuge Ming cut out a sword again, but this sword also failed. The impermanence disappeared silently, and I don't know where I am at this moment.

Zhuge Buteng sighed secretly. This time, he really let the tiger go back to the mountain. The emergence of such a character as impermanence is a disaster in the three major domains. But at this moment, I have formed such a deep hatred with him, and there is bound to be a life-and-death war in the future.

But it's too late to say anything at this moment. I just blame myself for not being able to stay with him.

The war warned that Qianye City suddenly calmed down and everyone dispersed, but today Zhuge Butliang's name is famous in the southern region. At the first time, the impermanent inheritor let it be defeated. Even some masters of Xianmen can't do it.

But everyone didn't know that the reason why Zhuge Buteng could do this was completely with the help of the power of the demon soul in his body.

When Zhuge Fuliang and Zhuge Ming met, they naturally had thousands of words. They were greeted by poor monks in Qianye City. At this moment, for the practitioners of Qianye City, the two Zhuge brothers are the benefactors of Qianye City. The poor monks are more polite to Zhuge Fuliang than before.

The practitioners outside Qianye City dispersed. Mu Yuchen looked at the direction of Qianye City and her eyebrows tightened. Although she wanted to retaliate against Zhuge Wuliang, she saw the battle between Zhuge Wuliang and Wuchang. She felt that this person was too mysterious and could not be too hastily. At least it was not too late to find out the details of the other party before taking action.

Suddenly, Mu Yuchen returned to his head and saw a beautiful woman in purple behind her. The tight clothes outlined her exquisite, concave and perfect body incisively and vividly, and the hair on her shoulders and scattered bangs were more wildly beautiful.

"You are..." Mu Yuchen pondered a little, and only felt that the woman was familiar, as if she had seen her somewhere, but she couldn't call her name.

"Miss Twilight, we have met in Fengqi Mountain. Have you forgotten?" The person who came was Lu Zihan.

"Hm? You are... You are the one who chased Zhuge Fuliang at the beginning. Mu Yuchen's memory is very good, and he suddenly thinks of the scene when he met Zhuge Fuliang for the first time in Fengqi Mountain.

Lu Zihan smiled and said, "It's an honor for Miss Mu still remembering me. I'm a disciple of Fentian Sect, and my name is Lu Zihan."

As soon as she heard the Fentian religion, the expression on Mu Yuchen's face changed. After all, the small sect in the southern region, such as the Fentian religion, was nothing in the eyes of her, the first descendant of Xiaoyuezong.

"What's the matter with me?" The voice of Mu Yuchen was still very soft, and his rosy red lips were slightly upturned, showing a charming smile.

"I know that Miss Twilight and Zhuge Bright have some grudges, so I came here to send a message to Miss Twilight." Lu Zihan said lightly.