Chapter 123： Palace change (8)

Even if his strength is greatly damaged, the power of this fist is still not comparable to ordinary masters. The palace walls on both sides have collapsed in front of huge fists!

"It's you who is going to die!" Li Min stepped on the ground with his forefoot, and leapt forward, Lu Gujian held it high and chopped off!

Jianqi hits the fist!

Li Xun hits in full swing, Liu Xing deeply trapped beasts fighting!

There was a loud noise, the fists were bursting, the inch was broken, the sword Qi still had potential, and Liu Xingshen was cut!

Taking a sip of blood, Liu Xingshen's body, like a disconnected kite, flew out quickly, crashing the palace wall and sinking into the collapsed soil!

Li Yan continued to run forward, a sword was cut again, and the sword qi pointed at Liu Xingshen who fell on the ground!

If Liu Xingshen hits this sword, he must die!

His face was desperate, his body trembling, his mouth full of blood opened wide, toward the deep palace, and he couldn't wait to shout, "Master, help!"

A cold hum, as if from the floods of ancient times, with the endless vicissitudes of years, suddenly sounded.

At the same time, a terrible overwhelming fall on Li Kui's shoulders, as if Mount Tai was on top, let him stop suddenly, retract Lu Gujian, and looked towards the direction of the deep palace.

On the roof of the palace, I do not know when a person appeared, standing with his hands on his back, leaning on the full moon, his clothes flying.

"My husband is in real life!"

As soon as the man appeared, he had the demeanor to overlook all beings, he said lightly to Miyagi.

At this time, countless sights were attracted by the voice of the old man, as if the other party had some magic power, and everyone had to turn to look at him. He stood on the roof of the palace, as if he was standing in the center of the world, taking the world by storm.

"I waited for the thief to break into Miyagi, all of them had to die!"

The old man's voice was very calm, not sad or sorrowful, but he had a supreme majesty that suppressed everyone's breathing, and some monks who were lowered to the knees fell directly to the ground.

Li Yanru was near the abyss, and he felt the pressure several times more than others.

Prior to this, I heard Tian Lingzi say that in the palace, there was a peerless master hidden in a mighty mountain and approaching the foundation indefinitely, but he did not expect that this person had already entered the real world!

The difference between real life and gas refining is like a world of difference.

The people brought by Li Yan, whether they were monks in the Yimen Gate of Tsing Yi or a prince in Wangfu Palace, all heard the words of the old man at this moment, all were pale, even Song Jiao and others were all cold.

The higher the cultivation, the more you know how difficult it is for a monk to practice high energy, and the more you know what it means to build a foundation to achieve real life.

That is not something they can compete with.

Even the monks who practice ninth layer of Qi are like ants in the eyes of real life, not to mention, whether they are from Li Zhe or Wang Jing, the eighth layer of Qi training is the highest.

No one in the palace is desperate, no one is not afraid, it is as if King Yan was born to arrest them and go to hell.

The magical soldiers and monks of the Imperial Guard Palace were all very happy, as if they saw the gods descend to save them.

"Li Yan, as a son of the royal family, launched a palace transformation.

The old man said quietly, his tone was gentle, but the pressure felt by Li Zhi was suddenly greater, and an invisible force made him out of breath and forced him to kneel.

Li Xun didn't realize it, and laughed, and said to his old man, "Don't pretend to be like a fairy. Is the real world amazing?"

What he didn't say is that I was in real life before I crossed, but I didn't pretend like you.

"Look for death!" The old man whispered, stretched out a hand, and pressed Li Kui from the air.

The mid-air wind rose from the clouds, as if the sky was about to collapse. A hand that could not tell how big it was, emerged from the clouds, and pressed it against Li Yan.

Everyone saw this scene, and they all shuddered. The hand was not only ridiculously large, but it was also daunting. They couldn't help thinking that they were in front of this hand, just like the ants. Powdered.

The monks in the real world, the monks who fight against the qi, are simply unbearable.

Li Yan stood up with his sword in his hands, facing the big hand, he was not afraid.

He was certainly not afraid, and he would die again.

If he wants to die, let him bow his head, no way.

As a monk, you are not afraid of death, and you have nothing to fear.

Seeing that the big hand fell, Li Yan was about to be suppressed. At this moment, a quiet voice sounded out of thin air: "It's just a real world. There is really no need to pretend to be like a god."

The voice did not know where it came from, but it was clearly ringing in everyone's ears. The monk who was still under the pressure of the old man and couldn't move was suddenly light at this moment, without any pressure.

A stream of light came from the south and went straight to the old man's eyebrows.

The old man in the palace actually withdrew his hand before this seemingly ordinary streamer, and flicked in front of him, which seemed to be an understatement, but it was quite laborious to break the streamer.

The clouds in mid-air dissipated, and the falling hands disappeared. Nothing seemed to have happened. The crowd felt only a breeze.

Someone stepped into the air and landed a hundred steps across the roof of a large hall, facing the old man across the air.

In Qinghui, the man's gray hair seemed to be silver-haired, and his undressed blue robe looked so ordinary.

But all the monks who saw this man did not consciously feel the meaning of loneliness and solitude, like being in the scattered woods of autumn leaves and seeing the yellow leaves all over the mountain.

"You turned out to be real?" The old man in the palace issued a sound of surprise and shock, and then the voice became low, "Who are you?"

The silver-haired man in a green robe smiled slightly: "A man with a deep heart in the Tang Dynasty."

"Since there is a society in my heart, why do I help you and help the housebreaker?" The old man asked sharply.

The silver-haired man waved his hand: "Why nonsense, go ahead."

With that said, stepping out in one step, as if crossing the void, suddenly appeared in front of the old man and pushed out with a single palm.

The old man gave out his palms at the same time, two palms struck in one place, and the roof of the palace under his feet all lifted off.

Silver-haired man, push the old man directly out of Miyagi!

"Master!" Seeing the old man being repelled, Liu Xingshen shouted in despair, but did not respond halfway.

Seeing the silver-haired man, Li Min felt very strange. The other was obviously strange, but gave him a very familiar feeling, as if there was some kind of constant stumbling between the two.

However, Li Min didn't think much about it now. He looked at Liu Xingshen in front of him and walked step by step.

Liu Xing was seriously injured. If he faced a monk in the middle of training, he could fight again, but facing Li Ye at the moment, he was simply fish on a chopping board.

At this moment, seeing Li Xing step by step, the lieutenant in charge of the strategy, the **** who controlled the core of the dynasty, looked terrified, and the threat of death was like the tide flooding him, making him tremble, he kept backing, shouting: "Come, come!"

The nearby masters of the magical army heard Liu Xingshen suddenly and hurried around to protect Liu Xingshen. However, they walked forward, and the monks who had battled with them also followed their heels. Song Jiao Liu Dazheng and others , Also appeared in front of Li Yan.

"Clean up the passage!" Li Yantijian ordered.

"Yes!" Everyone agreed, and shot without reservation, getting involved with those magical monks who wanted to protect Liu Xingshen.

Li Xun ran with his sword in his hand, launched his boots, and in front of Liu Xingshen, he slashed down!

Liu Xingshen, under the sword's breath, was horrified, and the two masters who rushed to his side in time rushed together.

"Give me to die!" Li Jian cut off with a sword, and a magical monk lifted his sword in front of him to block it. The blue sword gas cut his spirit sword, and then hacked his body, cutting him directly into two halves!

Another master of magical strategy rushed over, holding a long sword, beheading Li Yan, Li Yan made a fist with his left hand, and Ziqi Juyun fisted out. The boxer hit the long sword with a bang. Master, directly vomiting blood and flying out.

Liu Xing runs fast, Li Yan catches up in two steps, one sword chopped down, the other panicked and turned back, frightened, and quickly launched the life-saving copper bell, Lu Jijian hit the copper bell, and the latter flew down. Go out.

At this time, there were non-stop masters running around without being entangled and blocked by Li Zhi's people.

After Li Xing got behind Liu Xingshen, he wielded a sword again. Liu Xingshen looked desperate, and quickly pointed his finger at the sword and shot a sword. However, at this time, he was at the end of the crossbow. How could he stop Lu Qijian's sword qi, and immediately spit out blood, and fell to the ground.

Li Xie cut off with a sword, Liu Xingshen's eyes widened in horror, and another master of the army helped him in a timely manner, blocking the sword for Liu Xingshen, Liu Xing secretly relieved, and quickly got up and left.

He took two steps, stopped abruptly, stiffened, could not move any more, covered his chest, but could not stop the blood flowing from his fingers, and Li Yan, who was a few dozen steps away, was already standing. The ground didn't move, only with his hands.

A flying sword penetrated Liu Xingshen's chest!

Li Xun didn't have the spirit to control the second flying sword. He held Lu Gujian and ran to Liu Xingshen in one step.

Liu Xing deeply covered the bleeding wound, retreated in panic, looked at Li Yan's eyes, and never faced the arrogant color of the ants. Instead, he was as scared as seeing the gods. He kept shaking his head and prayed with a full face: ... King An ... "

"Mo's name is Wang An. At this point, even if you call him father, it's useless." Li Yan laughed, Lu Gujian gliding across a perfect arc, the cyan sword gas was like a meteor, stunning the time.

Liu Xingshen's head flew up into the air, and the body fell.

Li Min reached out his left hand, his head fell on his hand, and glanced at Liu Xingshen's horror. He chuckled, "I won this palace change."