Chapter 138 The Battle of Da Dao Ji

Bang!

Wu Liu San threw Zhao Tianfeng out of the window and into the Hanlong Inn, slamming the row of windows shut with a backhand strike.

The Hanlong Inn dared to open in Mozhou, having weathered countless storms, so naturally it wouldn't be swallowed by one.

Then, with a rise and fall of his body, he climbed to the second floor.

Looking out through a special skylight, all he saw was endless wind and sand connecting the sky and the earth, becoming everything in the world. In the boundless world, only yellow sand drifted.

No,

within the sky-filled yellow sand, there were also ink-like dark clouds rolling and electric snakes darting.

And in this world-destroying storm.

Two figures traversed the heavens and the earth, like two real dragons locked in a fierce battle, seemingly ignoring the cataclysmic storm.

Boom!

Boom!

Amidst the collision sounds that even the thunderclouds and storms couldn't conceal, the two dragon-like figures disappeared into the sky.

"Such martial arts..."

Wu Liu San felt a tremor.

Even though his Qi channels had been condensed for many years and he had seen many experts, he still hadn't imagined that a person's martial arts could be so powerful.

They were still fighting amidst the lightning, traversing the cataclysm at will!

This was no longer human; it was simply a terrestrial immortal, a living god!

In such a battle, he wouldn't even have the chance to watch.

"I wonder if this battle will allow me to glimpse the Qi of Tianren (celestial human)?"

Within the sky-filled yellow sand, King Chariot, Mu Qingfeng, Yan Kuangtu, and True Lord Baiyue roamed the sky.

"This battle, I'm afraid, will be a fight to the death..."

Gazing at the firmament, Yan Kuangtu muttered to himself.

This battle was completely different from the previous three. When he fought him, Pang Wanyang had only tasted the waters; when he fought Mu Qingfeng, they had decided the outcome with a single move; and Yi Xiu had simply used his horizontal training to resist.

But now, this was a true battle of life and death.

"The Dao of Tianren, how difficult it is..."

A trace of bitterness appeared on True Lord Baiyue's meticulous face.

Any expert who achieved Taiyin Wuji (Grand Yin Limitless) could not possibly not have the thought of looking to the Da Dao (Great Dao) of Tianren. He was naturally no exception.

Unfortunately, in the Jiufu Realm over tens of thousands of years, there were only ten recorded Tianren, and only eight who clearly broke through the sky.

Therefore, it was said that a Tianren appears every three thousand years.

How difficult was that?

"Tianren, swordsmanship..."

Mu Qingfeng stared blankly at the broken sword in his hand, his incomparably handsome face filled with absentmindedness.

At one point, he raised his hand and let the long sword fall into the wind and sand.

Although he had only fought Pang Wanyang for a moment, in that strike, he had faintly glimpsed a further swordsmanship.

After Sword Twenty-Two, there should be Sword Twenty-Three!

However, could Sword Twenty-Three open the gate to Tianren?

They would never miss such a peak duel, and only they could truly witness it.

.......

One hour!

Two hours!

The great sun set, and the red moon rose high!

One day!

Two days!

Three days!

In the blink of an eye, seven days had passed!

The two men traversed the vast sea and spanned Mozhou, the battlefield stretching across the sky and the earth for unknown thousands of miles.

Their battlefield was not limited to mid-air. They sometimes shuttled through thunderclouds, sometimes collided within storms, and even fell from the sky several times, clashing beneath the sand sea!

Having reached their level of martial arts, they had long ignored almost ninety-nine percent of the world's natural disasters, and even more so, ignored all the sinister environments in the world.

Whether it was thunderclouds or storms, whether it was in the sky or on the ground, they had little impact on them, but the storms stirred up by the two men fighting in Mozhou were undoubtedly an unprecedented natural disaster for others!

In the boundless sea of sand, the caravans were alright, they were just forced to hide in oases and dared not go out, but the roaming bandits and horse thieves who roamed the sea of sand, without a fixed abode, had countless temporary encampments swallowed by the wind and sand.

Those who were lucky enough to escape the sandstorm were also extremely terrified, too shocked to speak.

"God!"

"How is that possible? How could such a change in the celestial phenomena be caused by humans?"

"Are those Tianren fighting? Or the Military Master?"

All the horse thieves who saw this battle were horrified.

Not only them, but many experts in the sea of sand who had long known about the battle on February 2nd and had come specifically to watch were also surprised that such a terrifying battle had already taken place before February 2nd had even arrived.

In the complex environment of wind, sand, and rolling thunderclouds, even these experts could not see the two incredibly fast figures and speculated about who was fighting.

Naturally, there were also people who could see this battle.

Wang Jianglong stood in the wind and sand, looked up at the rolling thunderclouds, his eyes filled with solemnity.

With his vision, he naturally knew who was fighting in the sky at this time.

"In less than two years, Daoist Wang Quan has actually reached this point?"

Wang Jianglong felt a sense of admiration.

He remembered that when he first saw An Qisheng, he still had to seize the opportunity to severely injure the Crimson Sun Dharma King, and even then, if it hadn't been for the Cold Flood Dragon, he wouldn't have been able to kill the Crimson Sun Dharma King.

Although he was powerful, he thought that he was probably still better at the time.

At the second Daoist Wang Quan auction, he had already surpassed himself in strength when he fought Pang Wanyang, who had borrowed a body, across the air in front of the mountain gate.

And more than a year had passed, and he could no longer catch up with him.

In just over three years, he had already caught up with the Six Prison Demon Venerable Pang Wanyang, who had been the number one in the world for decades!

What kind of invincible talent was this?

In the ten thousand years since, even including the past Military Masters, perhaps none had such an astonishing rate of progress.

Boom!

Boom!

In the sky, the wind and clouds exploded.

An Qisheng and Pang Wanyang pulled out Qi dragons that danced horizontally like dragons, constantly colliding in the sky.

Bang!

In a lightning-like collision, the two men retreated and staggered.

After seven consecutive days of fighting, even though his momentum had risen again and again, and he could even seize the essence of heaven and earth to replenish himself, Pang Wanyang still felt a trace of fatigue. Seeing that An Qisheng still hadn't changed at all, he was also shocked.

While bombarding with fist marks, he let out a long laugh: "Happy, happy, Daoist Brother's physique is rare in the world, and his San Shou (unrestrained hand techniques) are even more exquisite. May I ask, what is the name of this San Shou?"

Boom!

The Nantianmen (South Heaven Gate) reappeared, blocking the rolling torrent of fist intent.

An Qisheng merged his body and entered, smashing through layers of Gang wind (powerful wind), his ten fingers flicked continuously, turning through countless changes, the Sen Han (icy cold) Qi current tearing apart the void, evolving into the 'Zhanxiantai' (Beheading Immortal Platform) and bombarding it:

"San Shou has not yet been completed, it has no name, this style is called Zhanxiantai!"

An Qisheng was also amazed in his heart.

Pang Wanyang's determination was something he had never seen in his life. After seven days of fighting, even his unparalleled physique had felt a trace of fatigue.

Pang Wanyang's fighting spirit was even more frenzied.

The title of the number one person in the Demonic Sect of all time was indeed not something others had given him. In fact, even if the founding ancestor of the Demonic Sect were here, he would definitely not be as good as him at this time!

"What a good Zhanxiantai, but unfortunately, there are no immortals in this world for Daoist Brother to behead!"

Pang Wanyang let out a long roar, his majestic fist strength meeting the 'Zhanxiantai'.

Rumble!

In a collision, ripples that rippled like tsunamis spread continuously from the two as the center.

In the fierce collision, Pang Wanyang's beard and hair were all stretched out, and after a long roar, he struck forward again.

Most of the demonic arts in the world are known for their strangeness, but Pang Wanyang's every move is open and close, like the sun shining brightly. Between the horizontal and sideways glances, even the thunder that occasionally fell seemed to be as fierce as him!

In the seven days of fighting, his divine intent had climbed to an extremely high level. In the dark, he seemed to have sensed that faint Qi.

Therefore, even if his body was tired, and the groans of his muscles, bones, and even organs, he ignored them all!

One punch was heavier than the other.

One strike was stronger than the other!

At this time, the enemy in his mind was no longer An Qisheng, but the ancient and unchanging sky.

It was the Tianren pass that had only been broken by ten people in tens of thousands of years!

In one collision after another, his mind seemed to have sublimated, but it also seemed to be insufficient.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

His eyes spewed out substantial flames, and his whole body seemed to be burning.

The momentum that had already climbed to the limit actually soared again, sublimating again on the summit!

"Not good!"

"This is..."

"Burning the body, Qi channels? He actually cultivated such martial arts?"

Above the sea of sand, King Chariot, True Lord Baiyue, Yan Kuangtu and others were all shocked.

With their eyesight, they naturally saw what had happened to Pang Wanyang.

Martial arts to this point could not be promoted for no reason, and momentum could never be raised casually. At this moment of brilliance, Pang Wanyang was burning himself!

This was a desperate method, this was a selfless method!

A generation of Demon Venerable, sacrificing himself to seek the Dao, burning himself to illuminate the road ahead!

What kind of mind was this, what kind of courage was this?

What kind of terrifying power was about to explode?

Rumble!

The sky's waves flowed to the four fields!

The fierce and violent boiling fist intent, at this moment, was like the sun exploding with light. In an instant, it had illuminated the dark sky with rolling dark clouds.

Then, the rolling fist intent was like ten thousand rivers returning to the sea, completely condensing on the fist mark intertwined with white and scarlet!

Striking towards An Qisheng.

Bang!

At this moment, even the Taiji (Yin Yang) True Intent, which had not been broken in the seven days and seven nights of fighting, was suddenly blown away!

Boom!

Yin and Yang flowed horizontally, and all Qi rolled.

An Qisheng's white robe was instantly torn apart by thousands of wind blades. With his horizontal training physique, at this moment, he was actually knocked away!

Roar~

Pang Wanyang stepped forward and roared, like a god or a demon, punching down again!

"Good fist technique, good courage!"

In the surging Gang wind, An Qisheng also let out a long roar.

Bang!

The shattered Taiji True Intent shattered in this roar, turning into black and white colors that filled the sky.

In the huge buzzing sound, it seemed that infinite changes were derived from it.

In a trance, everyone who was watching this scene felt an extremely incredible thought in their hearts.

In those black and white rays of light, they seemed to see their own martial arts!

摩天转轮法 (Mo Tian Zhuan Lun Fa - Sky Grinding Wheel Method),

大鹏王拳 (Da Peng Wang Quan - Roc King Fist),

降龙掌 (Xiang Long Zhang - Subduing Dragon Palm),

太白剑道 (Tai Bai Jian Dao - Tai Bai Sword Dao),

拜月天击 (Bai Yue Tian Ji - Bai Yue Sky Strike),

Even, the 战魔心经 (Zhan Mo Xin Jing - Battle Demon Heart Sutra)!

These were somewhat similar to those that they could recognize, and there were countless martial arts essences that they could not recognize!

It was as if the black and white colors contained all the martial arts and all the martial arts essences in the world!

"This is..."

Pang Wanyang's eyes narrowed.

He saw that in the boiling Gang wind, An Qisheng, with tattered clothes, raised his arms, and black and white colors were draped between his two arms.

Then,

the black and white colors that filled the sky disappeared together.

Only that arm, which seemed to contain all the martial arts essences,

was like a whip whipping down!

Striking towards Pang Wanyang, who was striking horizontally like a god or a demon!

Roar~

A dragon's roar seemed to sound in the sky.

Wang Jianglong was shocked, only to see the Daoist whip his arm, as if a thousand-foot-long real dragon was traversing the sky, breaking through Pang Wanyang's body-protecting Gang Qi and horizontal training physique.

It blew away his flame-like raised hair and slammed heavily on his.

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