Seven Hundred and Seventy-Nine. No Matter Where You Go, I, Guangcheng Mountain, Can Restrain You

Yan Zhaoge's yin and yang finger, the fingertips everywhere, Zhang Zhuo's punching power, suddenly reversed.

Zhang Zhuo was shocked, but fortunately he was cautious by nature, and he didn't use up all his strength in his moves, so he still had time to change his moves.

With his left hand in front of his right hand, Zhang Zhuo put his palms together in front of him, dispelling Yan Zhaoge's finger force.

But under Yan Zhaoge's finger, the change of yin and yang was so fast that there was almost no lag, Zhang Zhuo's left palm had no time to exert force, and the palm was pierced by Yan Zhaoge's pointing finger!

Pale light opened a blood hole in Zhang Zhuo's left palm, penetrated his left palm, and continued to move forward.

With this resistance, Zhang Zhuo's right hand gathered strength in time, and Zhiyang Zhenyuan finally blocked the attack of Zhiyin finger force.

When yin and yang intersect, there will be changes again.

Zhang Zhuo didn't dare to hesitate the slightest, he quickly pulled back, avoiding Yan Zhaoge's finger just now.

He was shocked and angry in his heart, he had already broken through the void to see the true god, and he, who was a martial saint at the level of seeing the god, used the Zhiyang Fist Sutra, which was even more powerful and incomparable.

In terms of the frontal attack ability alone, even in the upper and upper realms, Zhang Zhuo's strength is extremely outstanding among warriors of the same realm.

However, Yan Zhaoge participated in the study of the Yin-Yang Book of Heaven and used the Yin-Yang Fingers to restrain his Zhiyang Fist Sutra, killing him to death.

There is strength in the air, and there is no use for it!

At this moment, Kang Maosheng could only join forces with Zhang Zhuo, and the Time Flowing Light Sword unfolded, turning into a long river of time, and fell towards Yan Zhaoge.

Enveloped by the sword light, Yan Zhaoge's body speed seemed to slow down instantly.

Yan Zhaoge's expression remained unchanged, under his feet, there was black air on one side and white air on the other.

Black and white qi intertwined and circled, passed through Yan Zhaoge's feet upwards, and exerted force through the lumbar spine.

His left hand pointed at Kang Maosheng's sword light, black and white loomed at the fingertips.

In the intertwined yin and yang fish, there is a faint image of Tai Chi.

With a turn of the Tai Chi Diagram, Kang Maosheng's sword light was immediately deflected, and he slashed towards Zhang Zhuo instead!

Kang Maosheng and Zhang Zhuo widened their eyes at the same time.

Kang Maosheng, who has reached the fourth level of martial arts and the initial stage of seeing the gods, has already grasped his own martial arts and the power of true energy in detail, and he can send and receive them at will.

Unless the opponent is much stronger than him, or the martial arts just happens to restrain his Time Flow Sword, even if he can beat him, Kang Maosheng can at least show what he has learned.

Has it ever happened that Jianguang went astray, involuntarily, and it was difficult to even want to take it back?

His sword was deflected by Yan Zhaoge, making Zhang Zhuo miserable.

The Laogong acupoint on the palm of his left hand was pierced by Yan Zhaoge's finger, and if he wanted to exert strength, his vitality would keep leaking out, which was equivalent to being useless for the time being.

After paying such a heavy price, he managed to avoid Yan Zhaoge's attack, and before he recovered his breath, Kang Maosheng's Time Flowing Light Sword was right in front of him!

Zhang Zhuo was covered by the sword light, and his body suddenly slowed down, and his left shoulder was immediately hit by the sword, bleeding profusely.

Finally, Kang Maosheng withdrew his sword with all his strength, and Zhang Zhuo escaped.

But on the other side, after Yan Zhaoge pointed at Kang Maosheng's sword light, he slashed out with the Rainbow Sword in his hand!

The sword light is everywhere, and everything is extinct.

Kang Maosheng only had a little light in front of him, and it kept expanding to occupy the whole world.

In the next moment, it seemed as if the sword light was about to pierce the center of the eyebrows and penetrate the skull!

He screamed sharply, and a layer of water appeared on his whole body, as if sinking into the long river of time.

Time passed quickly, and Kang Maosheng, who was shrouded by this time, also accelerated suddenly, narrowly avoiding Yan Zhaoge's sword.

Under the blessing of this secret method, although his speed is faster, his own lifespan is also speeding up.

Even so, a red spot of blood appeared between Kang Maosheng's eyebrows, and there was a tingling pain in his mind.

At the critical moment of life and death, Zhang Zhuo didn't dare to hold back any more.

While rising and falling, he pounced on Yan Zhaoge's head from above.

Although he couldn't use his left hand, he clenched five fingers of his right hand into a fist and threw it at Yan Zhaoge's head.

The bright golden light kept condensing and gradually turned purple.

Zhang Zhuo's whole body seemed to be transformed into a big purple sun, falling from the sky!

Compared with the golden sun, there is even more terrifying purple sun,

As if the world came to an end, a cataclysm occurred, and finally collapsed!

The most powerful form of the Zhiyang Boxing Sutra, created by Zhang Zhuo, surpasses the Ziyang Wheel of martial arts created by the ancestors of the Great Rishengzong!

With one punch, there was a bit of the power of the sun seal bombardment!

"Zhang Zhuo, no matter where you go, I, Guangcheng Mountain, can control you." Yan Zhaoge smiled, and made yin and yang fingers again, with a touch of black and white on the fingertips, twirling around.

Zhang Zhuo's extremely fierce Ziyang wheel suddenly deviated from the direction.

The target of the berserk fist is no longer Yan Zhaoge, but Kang Maosheng!

Kang Maosheng was hit by Yan Zhaoge's Juexian Sword Qi. Although he escaped death, his mind was aching and he couldn't concentrate at all.

Faced with Zhang Zhuo's sudden punch, he could barely dodge it.

But the fierce Ziyang wheel still hit Kang Maosheng's leg, directly breaking one leg of the successor of the Time Flowing Light Sword!

Kang Maosheng gritted his teeth and made no sound.

Two martial saints at the level of seeing the gods, besieging a martial saint at the level of unity, no matter where they are placed, it is incredible.

What's even more unbelievable is that the two of them, who are martial saints at the level of gods, can't beat each other!

The two besieged, Yan Zhaoge was able to handle it with ease, but beat them in a hurry.

What made them even more chilling was that Yan Zhaoge seemed to be distracted.

distracted...

"My move made the sword weapon for offering sacrifices to the gluttonous evil soul faster, but it will take a little time to complete it." Yan Zhaoge fought with Kang Maosheng and Zhang Zhuo, thinking While communicating with the Beiming clone in the blood pool.

Even so, he was besieged by two martial saints at the level of seeing gods, and he still looked relaxed.

Yin Yang Tianshu has been practiced successfully, Yan Zhaoge is not afraid of siege at all.

He already has the mystery of reversing the poles in the book of heaven and earth, and the method of quick return of breath created by himself.

Now he is practicing the Yin-Yang Book of Heaven, the harmony of Yin-Yang, and the change between the two poles, so that he has a top-notch means of unloading force and borrowing force, and the recovery speed of vitality is even stronger. Almost no real energy is consumed.

Yan Zhaoge's Beiming avatar was not afraid of the siege because it was too fast.

Unless there is one of the enemies whose speed is at least close to Beiming's avatar and who can entangle him, Beiming's avatar can take advantage of its speed and easily fight the crowd with one.

And Yan Zhaoge himself, facing the siege at the moment, is even better at group battles and fierce battles than Beiming's avatar.

Yan Zhaoge would feel the pressure only if there had to be an enemy whose strength was clearly superior to his, or someone who could restrain the changes in the Yin-Yang Book of Heaven.

Otherwise, no matter how many people come, it will be useless.

But right now, neither Kang Maosheng nor Zhang Zhuo could do it.

Zhang Zhuo's mouth was full of bitterness, and a feeling of despair rose in his heart.

In the past, he achieved the triple level of Martial Sage, and he was in the late stage of Conjunctive Phase, full of vigor, ready to unify the eight great worlds.

Unexpectedly, when he ran into Zhandong Pavilion, he went one step further and reached the second level of martial saints, but in the end he could only be imprisoned in the volcano.

Now, Zhan Dongge has passed away long ago, and he has become the first person in the Eight Great Worlds to successfully ascend to the Upper Realm.

Seems like ample proof that the last laugher is the winner.

But Yan Zhaoge in front of him made him even more desperate!

The person in front of him is another martial artist in the second level of martial arts.

Zhang Zhuo himself is no longer what he used to be, he has reached the fourth level of Martial Saint, he can break through the void and see the true God, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, he is no longer what he used to be.

However, all this is useless.

He faced another Guangcheng mountain warrior, but he was still not an opponent! (To be continued.)