Chapter 1367

It's just like what Yanguo movies and TV plays often say.

"Can you hold me back for 20 years?"

How can Tianshan old man practice cloud piercing finger for 20 years.

The sea of blood all over the sky turned into a bubble in an instant, and the power that just burst out all the time was close to 5 segments.

After Qin Lang felt the real power of his master, his fighting spirit became fanatical.

As a strong man, he certainly wants to have an extreme duel, even if the person standing opposite is his own master.

As soon as the breath condenses, the blood red wings of the Dragon cover the sky.

The Shura sabre in hand also switches to the second state. The dragon pattern on it becomes more delicate, and the original introverted blade is also fierce!

"Master, I have to use my real skills. You have to be careful."

Hearing this, the Tianshan old man gave a little smile and then stretched out his palm in no hurry.

This movement seems gentle, but it contains the power to destroy the sky and the earth.

The surrounding clouds quickly condensed, and finally gathered into a big hand, with a very simple breath, grabbed Qin Lang in the past.

Tianshan Mountain catcher

It's also a unique skill of Tianmen Mountain.

In the face of this momentum, Qin Lang understood a truth.

The moves and skills of the old ghost and the swordsman in black are inclined to quick battle and quick decision. In the attribute panel, the attack power occupies the most important position.

The old man of Tianshan is just the opposite. His slow character allows him to focus on the cultivation of the unique higher learning of Tianmen Mountain. Through a long time of hiding his talents, he can make his breath more pure, as if he is not restricted by heaven and earth.

Although Qin Lang has learned these advanced skills, even if he is in the same level with the old man of Tianshan Mountain, the gap between them is just like firefly and Haoyue. The old man of Tianshan mountain can beat him to the ground with only one move.

Therefore, Qin Lang's Tianmen Mountain skills are useless here.

The ultimate intention to kill is the way to win.

"Drink"

The red blood fog condenses, and the huge virtual shadow of the God of war envelops Qin lang. then, with his huge body, he flies to the sky, holding the blade in his hand, using the downward trend of single knife and single arm to wave and chop at the white hand, using Qin Lang's strongest single attack move so far.

"Shura destroyed"

In the sea of clouds, the red and white light collided fiercely, resulting in ripples. The clouds spread rapidly, and finally stacked together, forming a scene similar to the explosion of artillery shells.

In the distance, three women carefully observed the changes in the sea of clouds.

Molly saw Qin Lang can use this move, her heart is also greatly surprised.

But after a while, Molly's face was calm, and said to Eliza and the demon: "it's not easy for the smelly boy to master the power far beyond his own cultivation so quickly, but it's a pity that his foundation is still a little unstable, and there's no chance to win this battle."

One side of Eliza and the demon heard this also feel puzzled.

Judging from the situation on the battlefield, Qin Lang's extreme intention of killing has suppressed the big hand of Tianshan old man. It seems that defeat will happen sooner or later. Where does failure come from.

Looking at their puzzled faces, the glass chuckled.

"Keep looking, there will be a surprise soon."

So far, the three are no longer joking, but focusing on the confrontation between the two top powers. After all, this level of fighting is unlikely to happen in Kunlun.

Soon after the three girls talked about the war, Molly's words came true.

As the party concerned, Qin Lang, who was originally fierce, suddenly felt that his strength was limited. No matter how he released his murderous spirit, his round hand did not retreat.

After a few breaths, the big hand did not retreat but moved forward, quickly crushing Qin Lang's momentum.

At the same time, the Tianshan old man standing under his big hand smiles.

"You son of a bitch, after a long journey, you have learned the stinking problems of those two guys. It's not a good thing to be too eager to win."

After the words, the Tianshan old man pushed up, and the blood mist around Qin Lang quickly dissipated. The Shura Sabre was bent to a certain degree, and the defeat seemed to be locked at this moment.

At this time, Eliza and the demon just realized what they said in the dream.

After all, Qin Lang is still a little younger, but to be able to compete with the old man of Tianshan Mountain to this point, in terms of Qin Lang's qualifications and his perception of his own realm, is already extremely gifted. He is one of the best in the Kunlun mirror. Failure is not a shame, but a pride.But no one thought that the battle was far from over.

Just as the big white hand was about to crush Qin Lang's body, another Shura sword appeared on the other hand of the Red God of war.

The shape and momentum of this Dao are no different from that of Shura sabre.

With a little smile, Qin Lang controls the Red God of war to wield his sword again.

"Double chop"

In an instant, the sudden explosion of murderous gas cut the clouds and the white hands of the Tianshan old man, and went straight to the body of the Tianshan old man.

This kind of extreme strength actually completed the counter killing in an instant.

In this regard, the natural old man can only raise his hand to block and use his own momentum to resolve Shura's killing.

Until the end, a bloodstain was left on the old palm.

Molly was too shocked to speak when she saw the scene.

Shifu's hand, which can cover the world, was defeated at this moment, and was really hurt by Qin Lang.

On the other side, Eliza and the demon clapped and yelled.

"Good job."

Qin Lang heard the distant battlefield, facing the direction of the voice than a scissors hand, although perfunctory behavior, but expressed his mood at the moment.

Now, Qin Lang's physical strength has consumed more than 90%. When he gasps heavily, his body can't stop shaking.

But even so, his fighting will still did not dissipate.

In the clouds, Tianshan old man looked at the injured palm, then looked at Qin Lang in the sky, and then waved his hand.

"Well, well, our master and apprentice are not in a decisive battle of life and death. I've lost this battle. You are so tired. Come down and have a rest."

With these words, Qin Lang's breath finally relaxed, his body flickered, and finally followed the old man back to the three girls.

Just as they were about to land, a look of disappointment appeared on the old man's face.

At the moment, he witnessed with his own eyes that the three good apprentices he trained all rushed to Qin Lang at the same time.

One left and one right to the past, his side is very cold.

Therefore, in the heart some small temper he also cannot bear to say.

"Good guy, have I taught you nothing as a master? Why do you care about this smelly boy so much that you can't see me?"