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In the void, as like as two peas of two fingers, the three eyes of Ling Jian's eyes gaze forward, and the only difference is the smell of the two bodies.

It's as hot as the sun.

It's as cold as thunder.

"It's so overbearing." Ling Jian's eyes changed, more and more surprised color emerged from his cheek, and immediately laughed, "but I like this momentum!"

For a moment, he seemed to be dementia, just like an old monk. If his eyes were not locked on the Yin thunder and Yang fire, and the spirit elixir concealed the spirit power, he would be a living dead man.

Sobbing.

Heaven and earth sob.

The wind is blowing hard.

The wind blade is emerging out of thin air again.

"Again!" Ling Jian's eyes suddenly changed. He suddenly realized something and murmured in a low voice, "it seems that this place is still very unsafe!"

"Leave as soon as possible." Ling Jian didn't think much about it. He was not afraid, but there was another man behind him. Considering the overall situation, he had to make a quick decision, "go."

His eyes fell on the Yin thunder and Yang fire, and then he bent his fingers to shoot out, and the two fire volley out, and then intermingled in midair to form a vortex, which was dark.

It's just, inside, it's hot.

And the outside circle sends out the Yin cold breath.

The wind blade swept out, but near the vortex, it was sucked in one after another, turned into a torrent of wood property and disappeared between the heaven and the earth.

And just a moment after the torrent of wood property disappeared, the two breath rising, the air surging, and finally the direct exposure of Yang fire and Yin thunder.

"The power of Yang fire and Yin thunder is constantly increasing!" Eyes from Yang fire and Yin thunder back, Lingjian mouth up, immediately from the heart of the smile.

This kind of delivery makes Ling Jian's eyes shine. Even if he rushes directly into the Qinglong mountains, he can see huge blue mountains in the distance, rolling and spreading endlessly. Around the mountains, there are many hills. These hills are like limbs extending from Qinglong's body, powerful and powerful.

Hum.

Between the heaven and the earth, the mysterious waves spread like ripples. At a certain moment, Ling Jian's eyes suddenly coagulated. At the moment when his eyes solidified, one side of his eyes stood directly between the heaven and the earth as if the invisible power of space turned into a barrier.

This force blocked Ling Jian's body.

Ling Jian quickly gathered his strength, but the strength like a barrier was too strange. Even though Ling Jian gathered his strength quickly, he didn't avoid it completely. He looked at his back and immediately waved his hand. He had a surge of strength to stabilize the body of the spirit.

However, as a result, the leakage of spiritual power naturally caused the strange waves in the Qinglong mountains. The roar of animals came from a deeper place, shaking the world.

As soon as Ling Jian's eyes changed, he shook his head secretly. What he didn't want to provoke would happen in the end.

What's more, with such a posture, dare you stir up many fierce beasts?

With a smile of self mockery, in the mountains, there was a sudden gust of wind and thunder. Deep in the mountains, a large area of forest vegetation was mercilessly lifted away, and the fierce spiritual power sprang up, and the terrible breath was spreading rapidly.

"Damn it, is the tide coming?" Ling Jian's eyes change greatly, and his vision rises. The potential crisis makes his eyelashes tremble. What he can't help is that he has the spiritual power of suppression.

With a stroke of sword Qi on the sole of his foot, his figure rose in an instant. On his fist, the bright golden light flickered, and there were golden runes floating around him like tadpoles. "Vajra power" was released from this moment without reservation.

The punch seemed to be made of gilt.

Roar!

Ling Jian opened his mouth, and there was a roaring sound of the dragon in his mouth. Although it was not very orthodox, his power still existed. His momentum soared, and his fist was more golden.

"I don't believe it, you can keep in front of me!"

Ling Jian is heroic, and immediately strides out from the illusory sword Qi. Behind him, black wings emerge. With the wings of black light trembling, people leave the sword Qi and float in the void.

"Shaolin Xingyi boxing!"

Ling Jian's eyes suddenly closed and he fell into deep meditation. Like an old monk, time seemed to be stagnating. He had a Zen Mind and was flowing by himself, like a spring. His momentum became mysterious and strange, and seemed to be connected to a certain place.

This is the first time that Ling Jian exerts Shaolin Xingyi boxing since he entered the realm of dragon power. Now, without the help of any external objects, he quickly condenses a taste of form and meaning from Zen.

"Broken!"

In the void, when the whole body's Zen spirit surged into a certain saturation, Ling Jian opened his eyes. His eyes were fierce and locked in front like a knife. The deep part of his eyes was also full of Zen spirit, and became extremely mysterious, as if he had really integrated with Zen spirit.

"Shaolin."

"Form and meaning."

"Boxing!"When he finished the last word, his fists went out straight and fiercely. They were extremely fierce, just like two golden spears piercing the void. The sound of the terrible air burst one after another.

Boom.

Barrier diaphragm quietly burst, the force in front of the direct collapse.

One of the fists with golden pilian, just like a long gun across the void, stabbed into the earth in an instant, and the earth cracked. About a hundred feet of cracks spread endlessly.

The power of this fist is so terrible.

Ling Jian's eyes, full of Zen, were also surprised. When he realized the strength of Shaolin Xingyi boxing, he didn't hesitate. The other one was smashed down the mountain.

Boom.

When the blow fell, the visible blood splashed around the mountains, and some of them exploded one after another, unable to withstand its power.

Several fierce beasts are obviously affected by Xingyi boxing. Although the breath is depressed, Ling Jian can still detect it. Before being injured, Ling Jian is definitely a fierce beast at the level of longlijing.

Moreover, it is still a little close to the late stage of longlijing.

Ling Jian suppressed his ecstasy. The power of his fist completely exceeded any previous one. I'm afraid that this kind of power is the strongest fighting force that his physical body can play.

With a wave of his hand, the Zen spirit that is about to disappear completely in himself will flow into the body of the spirit of the heaven, and immediately wrap it down. The mysterious power is indoctrinated.

Ling Jian breathed a breath, then slowly stretched out his black light wings, and then fell on the sword Qi. He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and the sword Qi turned into streamer.

Into the depths of the distant Qinglong mountains.

"In the last hour, I'll kill whoever gets in my way!"

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