Chapter 384 A Thousand Knives Go with the Wind, One Punch Lightens the World

"Dangdangdang..."

It was like the sound of gold and iron clashing, constantly resounding in the void. This kind of gold and iron collision was over in just ten snaps of fingers.

But under this crazy collision, Luo Yunyang felt that his hand holding the knife was trembling constantly, and the moment he landed, his whole expression became paler.

At the moment of the attack, he is like the ubiquitous gust of wind, he can appear at any part of the broken mountain at will, and attack the broken mountain again and again.

But Poshan is as immovable as a mountain. Although there is only one punch, that fist is like a whirlpool, causing all the forces attacking Poshan to converge towards that fist.

Therefore, every attack of Luo Yunyang, even though it passed Po Shan's body, every attack finally landed on Po Shan's fist.

This is also why, out of the tens of thousands of sword lights Luo Yunyang displayed, none of them caused great damage to Poshan.

Po Shan's face was incomparably calm, but when Luo Yunyang landed, Po Shan's clothes were already in tatters, and there were even a little bloodstains on all his bare skin.

Tens of thousands of attacks are tens of thousands of bloodstains. Although these bloodstains seem to be many, they are the most numerous, and they only hurt the flesh more than two inches deep under Poshan's skin.

The meat was very little, but the tens of thousands of sword lights made Poshan's face full of gullies!

"You didn't disappoint me!" Poshan's face had become hideous like a ghost, and his white teeth were showing in his smile.

Hearing Po Shan's words, Luo Yunyang took a deep breath: "You also did not disappoint me!"

The voices of the two are not high, and they don't have any anger, but the two are engaged in a life-and-death duel.

From the outside, Luo Yunyang seemed to have taken advantage of the first confrontation between the two, but he knew very well that he actually suffered some hidden losses from the collisions again and again.

For example, every time his knife collided with Po Shan's fist, the counter-shock force also caused a lot of damage to his wrist.

Compared with the first battle, the next two people did not stay too much, and quickly engaged in the second battle.

Fists and knives collided constantly in the void. Two people, one with a body like the wind, and the other with fists like a mountain. In a small space, the fierce battle is in full swing!

There were more and more scars on Po Shan's body, and in the end, there wasn't even a trace of good flesh left, but this didn't seem to have any effect on him.

And every time Luo Yunyang fought with Po Shan, he would withdraw his knife and retreat crazily. Every time he retreated, he would appear strangely in a position that Po Shan could not see.

The wind blows invisible!

The blood-killing Daoist, the purple light group, the red light group, and Elder Chek and others all stared at this duel intently.

Although at their level, their mentality is already as firm as a rock, but Luo Yunyang's mastery of the original law of the wind element and the power to break through mountains like a fortress still make them look sideways.

"These two people are bright for a while. I think it's better not to let them fight any longer. Maybe in the end, they will die together."

A light point said softly: "Among them, it is also a great opportunity for two of them to share the foundation of constant source."

"We should cherish talents!"

The other people in Blood Killing Dao are nodding at this time. From their eyes, how can they not see that although the strength of the two people who shot this shot is the peak of ordinary galaxies, their understanding of the law of origin has surpassed that of ordinary stars. .

It even surpassed some galaxy-level powerhouses.

The blood-killing daoist pondered for a moment, and said lightly: "Rules can never be broken. What's more, our blood-killing dao doesn't lack geniuses."

"He is the top character who competes with heaven and earth!"

The voice of blood killing the Taoist master calmed down the discussion around him. Even the strong ones among those light groups stopped talking.

The fight is still going on.

Luo Yunyang evaded again and again, and finally fought against Po Shan, but that blow made Luo Yunyang spit out a mouthful of blood.

Blood was flowing, but in Luo Yunyang's heart, the will to fight became more and more intense.

I can't die, I want to go back!

His knife became more and more crazy, while Poshan's fist became more powerful, and the mountain peak under the huge gravity became fragmented in the fighting between the two of them. And as a gust of wind swept past, one of Poshan's ears was cut off by Luo Yunyang's long knife.

For top fighters, it is too easy for ears to grow back, but it is related to the face of the fighter.

Looking at his dropped ears, Poshan looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. He looked at Luo Yunyang, his eyes full of respect.

"You are the third opponent I have met in my life, and the only one I admire!"

Po Shan said calmly to himself: "To show my respect for you, today, I will let you die under my newly enlightened Zhen Huan Fist."

What is Zhenhuanquan? Luo Yunyang didn't know, but to be able to make Po Shan say it so solemnly, the power of the Huan Huan Fist was absolutely extraordinary.

"You can use your strongest attack, but you have to remember, don't hold back, because that may be the last attack in your life."

The light and shadow of the Taoist master left in the sky nodded slightly, and then sighed: "It's a pity!"

What a pity, the Taoist did not say it, but everyone present could feel who the Taoist was sorry for.

Both of them are undoubtedly genius-like characters. In the bloody battlefields of the past dynasties, it can be said that they have never met one of them a hundred times.

And as long as it appears, it will shine brightly, and it will dim the stars!

But now, there are two days in the sky, and all heroes will rise together, and in the end, among these heroes, one will die.

Isn't this a pity, this is simply...

Luo Yunyang tightly held the knife in his hand. At this moment, his heart was extremely calm. It can even be said that there is only one thing left for him at the moment.

live!

During the confrontation between him and Po Shan, Luo Yunyang had already felt the most important difference between the two, that is, the gap in understanding of the two people's original principles. Although Po Shan was only seventeen, he was only ten. The difference is only seven!

However, the golden Qi has always been like a huge thorn in Luo Yunyang's heart. After he comprehends the law, he naturally knows the power of the law and understands the role of the law better!

According to Luo Yunyang's feeling, the gap between the seven principles of origin is actually very large.

During the change of the attribute regulator, Luo Yunyang had already made his strongest preparations. This time, he did not wait for Poshan to take the lead, but turned into a gust of wind again.

Nine leaves, fluttering in the endless wind, are so ordinary, yet so mysterious.

When Po Shan uses his strongest method, it is not only his strongest time, but also his weakest time.

Between the changes of strength and weakness is where his opportunity lies. Luo Yunyang knows this truth well, so he didn't hesitate to take action.

"Good job!" Poshan shouted, and he swung his fist again. This punch was no different from the one just now.

However, this punch is called Zhen Huan!

At the moment when this punch was thrown out, Luo Yunyang felt the attraction that enveloped him from all directions in the past!

It was this kind of attraction that made his long knife converge towards Po Shan's fist, and the moment the fist enveloped him, Luo Yunyang felt ripples.

That's right, it's just ripples!

This is a kind of oscillating ripple, this kind of ripple is repelling Luo Yunyang's body, from attraction to repulsion, that is, in an instant, Luo Yunyang feels that his whole body has fallen into a strange state.

This state made him very uncomfortable, no, it should be said that this state made him feel that life would be worse than death.

In this state, Luo Yunyang didn't even have the thought of fighting to the death, and even his fighting spirit would be completely shattered by this punch!

One hundred and eight Buddha wheels also flew out at this moment. The Buddha wheels were driven by Luo Yunyang's spiritual power, and the true meaning of infinite wind was hidden in the overwhelming sky and earth.

Each Buddha wheel can appear anywhere according to Luo Yunyang's will, and each Buddha wheel can be quickly transferred after being attacked.

This is Luo Yunyang's original law of wind cultivation, the strongest attack formed, and also Luo Yunyang's most powerful attack method.

But this method, under Zhen Huan Fist, seemed so weak, so powerless, so not worth mentioning.

That is to say, in an instant, dozens of Buddha wheels were crushed to pieces, and Luo Yunyang's body retreated crazily at the moment when the Buddha wheels were shattered.

It was not easy to retreat, but after Luo Yunyang desperately put all his sincerity and spiritual power into his physique, he abruptly rushed out from the siege of the Zhenhuan Fist.

One mouthful of blood, two mouthfuls of blood, three mouthfuls of blood...

After getting out of the range of Zhenhuan Fist, Luo Yunyang spit out four or five mouthfuls of blood, and even a lot of blood clots spit out from his mouth.

The Zhenhuan Fist, just one punch, has already seriously injured his vitality!

Seeing Poshan slowly walking towards him, Luo Yunyang's expression became more serious, he can't die, he doesn't want to die, he absolutely can't die!

His hard work in the past few years is to kill him back. If he dies here, what will happen to his family?

Thinking of my younger sister Luo Donger, thinking of my mother, thinking of Lan Tianjue, thinking of the son of Nanshan who is not yet dead...

Luo Yunyang's eyes flashed with a fierce light like a trapped animal. Although his hands were trembling, he was still holding his long knife tightly.

Po Shan's expression was solemn, but he showed no mercy in his attack. He clenched his fist and swung it again!