Guan Luoyang, who was high in the air, fell down at this moment and landed on the knee-deep shallows of the river, not far in front of Han Wengong.

"No one can stop me today."

Prince Meng came up from the water and made a huge wave with his palm.

Guan Luoyang pressed his hand, his vitality expanded, and gravity intensified, causing the bulging wave to be suppressed like a collapsed pile of sand.

When the river water dispersed, the two of them exchanged palms without any fancy.

With this palm attack, Prince Meng immediately noticed that the opponent's skill was like a waterfall falling, and he continued to crush him without any breathing space.

Apparently he realized that he had no advantage in the battle of moves in front of him who had already reached a higher level, so he wanted to drag him into a battle based on internal skills.

This played right into his heart.

Prince Meng could feel that the quality of his skills was constantly changing, and there was a nourishing and refreshing Qi in his skull, stimulating the power of the secret door in his mind, and this power was fed back to his Dantian, where water and milk blended together.

In this quarter of an hour, with every breath he spends, his skill foundation will become stronger.

Guan Luoyang's arm trembled slightly at the touch of internal force, but it did not continue to collapse as Prince Meng expected.

There seemed to be two vortices in Guan Luoyang's body. When he was under tremendous pressure, he exploded at a more determined and decisive speed than usual. The power of the magnetic field was absorbed by his spirit, and the free spiritual energy was captured by his Dantian.

The scorching internal energy surged out explosively, as if it didn't care about the endurance of the meridians.

Where the palms of the two people met, light swayed silently again and again, a circle of cyan and a circle of blue, expanding alternately.

"Huh? You are not a master, but you have already mastered both the mental gateway and the dantian qi sea... No! How come your dantian qi sea is weaker than the mental gateway?!"

Prince Meng noticed something strange, and suddenly raised his free hand over his shoulder, slapped it from the side of his ear to the back, and shattered the rapier that was flying towards the back of his head with the force of his palm.

In the sky, the eagle swoops down to eat, grabbing the heavenly spirit.

Prince Meng blew the eagle to pieces with a flick of his finger.

The air after the eagle shattered refracted the sunlight, suddenly turning the brilliance of the setting sun into flaming birds that sank into Guan Luoyang's body.

Guan Luoyang's eyes gradually expanded into a golden-red color, and the internal energy in his palms continued to increase.

Prince Meng was distracted, and a little blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He heard in his ears that the people chasing him on the river were using their sword energy and sword radiance to project a series of hidden weapons to attack the back of his head.

He did not dare to fall into such a situation again, so he did not hesitate to stimulate the intersection of the power of the entrance and the true energy in advance. The power scattered during the operation made the clothes swell, as if there was a large cloud of blue light dust between the clothes and the skin.

Disperse, flow to the palm of your hand, push again.

This push stimulated the true and complete power of a master in advance. Paying such a price would not only cause severe pain in Prince Meng's mind, but would also make him fall down from the realm of a master and become a demon in the future.

but……

"No one can stop me today!!"

The acupuncture points on Prince Meng's back shot out streaks of blue light, bombarding the water surface, penetrating the air, and shattering all hidden weapons, swords, and swords. A single palm blasted Guan Luoyang away, but the strength on the palm seemed to be somewhat

Tiny emptiness.

This palm did not hit completely, and Guan Luoyang flew backwards.

This flying backward had nothing to do with the power of his mind or the vitality of his Dantian. He simply relied on his physical body to burst out at a speed that exceeded the sound in an instant, escaping from the range where Prince Meng's palm was most powerful.

The ground on the river bank exploded, retreating and then advancing.

Prince Meng subconsciously pressed a palm against his chest. The power of this palm had clearly exploded once, and it seemed to stretch endlessly without end. It suddenly froze Guan Luoyang's figure that was flashing towards him.

Time seemed to slow down, Guan Luoyang's chest had sunken slightly, and the movement of all his strength became sluggish under this pressure.

But he couldn't stop Guan Luoyang's eyes.

He glanced at Prince Meng. Prince Meng's eyes turned red, and the Lihuo energy generated by the Lihuo Golden Eye Sword pierced his eyeballs from a distance of less than ten meters.

The power of the secret door in Prince Meng's mind suddenly became chaotic, and the sea of ​​energy in his Dantian and even the meridians throughout his body emitted a light so strong that it could penetrate skin, flesh, and clothing.

He screamed in pain, and at the last moment when the power of his palm collapsed, he knocked Guan Luoyang away from the distance, and then returned his palm with another palm, knocking back all the people on the water.

Han Wengong stood on the shore with his pen in hand and watched the whole battle. He always wanted to take action, but before that, Prince Meng used his breath to exert all his power, almost completely blocking all the meridians of Yuandao Qigong.

, so much so that he still has difficulty moving.

He could only watch weakly as everyone took turns to intercept them, but they were all repulsed. He watched Guan Luoyang's magical tactics, and watched Prince Meng, who was about to self-destruct, walk towards him again.

Compared to the previous battle of flying across the river, Prince Meng's movements now were astonishingly slow. He was down to earth and groping step by step towards Han Wen Gong. He could no longer see in his eyes and shed two lines of blood and tears.

Every time he took a step, the cracking light in his body would appear.

When he was still one step away from Han Wen Gong, his body seemed to have been pierced by these beams of light and had already penetrated all the joints, and was restrained in place.

"Ah!!"

Prince Meng wiped the blood from his face, stretched out his hand, and touched Han Wen Gong's chest.

"Old man, do you dare to forget or misremember this day for the rest of your life?"

Bang!!!

A big sleeve was waved in front of Han Wengong, blocking the power of the self-destruction.

When the sleeves were waved away, all that was left in Han Wengong's field of vision was a cloud of blood mist.

Guan Luoyang shook his sleeves, stared at the blood mist, frowned and inhaled to reset his broken ribs.

‘Isn’t the master who has been completely stabilized already so difficult to deal with? Well, well, there are powerful enemies...’

Han Wengong lowered his eyes and saw the blood stains on his chest. His brows moved and he shook his head and said, "I will not deliberately misname the deceased."

"But it's a pity that I don't have enough brain power just to recall the past of my martyr friends. I'm afraid I don't have time to recall your deeds."

There was a will in his eyes as cold and as hard as the ice of eternity.

What about the Grandmaster?
Chapter completed!