Supreme Immortal Demon

Thousands of fist images, like flying snow under the scorching sun, overlapped and dense, each image seemed to contain some kind of morality, and when combined together, even the stars were obscured!

Crash!

The towering trees within a radius of dozens of miles fell down in unison, vulnerable to the impact of the fist images.

At this time, Luo Chuan had retreated madly to a distance of ten miles, with a cliff and abyss behind him, and there was no way to retreat.

Feeling his declining spirit, Luo Chuan knew that even if there was a way behind him, he could not continue to retreat.

If he retreated further, his indomitable and strong state of mind would inevitably be impacted, and he might even feel frustrated. Once this happened, he would definitely lose this battle.

Fight!

Luo Chuan did not care about Tianmen's thoughts, who was struggling to comprehend the image of momentum, and his retreating body suddenly stopped, turned around and swept forward, punched the sky full of fist images, and blasted towards Nanli!

Luo Chuan did not use any magic in this punch, just the strength of the fist plus the way of skills, and... the meaning of momentum!

A white light gushed out from Luo Chuan's fist, and the thick fist wave comparable to three ancient trees pierced the sky, like a sword that split the sky, resisting the fist image!

Luo Chuan comprehended the meaning of fist in Tiannan Domain, many years ago. In these years, Luo Chuan has been fighting all the way, and has integrated the meaning of fist into the way of fighting. With the increase of fighting competitions, Luo Chuan's understanding of fist meaning has become more and more profound, and has reached the peak of the meaning of momentum.

However, Luo Chuan has never been able to figure out the image of momentum.

The first time Luo Chuan saw the image of momentum was when he was a rookie in Tiannan Domain. Going to the sea of ​​monuments in the deserted city, Nian watched Li Xuangan and Jiulongjun fighting, and witnessed Li Xuangan's terrible sword image!

But seeing and experiencing it in person are two completely different feelings.

At the moment, Luo Chuan was in the midst of Nanli's overwhelming fist image. He felt like he was walking on a cliff, full of murderous intent and danger. His life was hanging by a thread.

"Sure enough, you have just reached the fist meaning."

Nanli appeared in mid-air at some point and looked down at Luo Chuan. His eyes were complicated. It seemed like he was regretful and bored: "It's a pity that although you have reached the peak of fist meaning, you will never have the chance to comprehend the image of momentum again!"

As soon as the words fell, the fist image like flying snow suddenly exerted force. At the same time, it changed its trajectory. From all directions, it engulfed everything in the forest and turned it into an image. It pressed down on Luo Chuan!

Crack!

In the bright afternoon sun, Luo Chuan's fist meaning wave, like a sky-high fist sword, was broken in half, making a crisp sound, spreading a ripple in Luo Chuan's heart lake, and his state of mind was also shaken.

Crash... The crystal clear fist meaning shattered into mustard dust, and melted into Nanli's fist image in an instant, without a trace.

One move!

Nanli crushed Luo Chuan's fist in a crushing manner!

Bang!

Luo Chuan was blown away!

Since his debut, Luo Chuan has been almost invincible in the same realm. Ninety-nine percent of the time, he crushed his opponents in a crushing manner and killed them with one move!

Until today, Luo Chuan met Nanli, a usurper who was also extremely talented, and tasted the taste of being crushed for the first time.

Ding Ding Ding...

The sound of a huge bell echoed in Luo Chuan's state of mind.

There is a huge bell in the state of mind of a cultivator. Every time it rings, it is a warning. Only by being alert twice a day can you protect your heart mirror.

At this time, the huge bell of Luo Chuan's heart mirror kept ringing, and an unprecedented sense of crisis lingered in every corner of Luo Chuan's state of mind!

He can't die, let alone lose!

Even if he was blown away by Nanli's fist at this time, he had at least ten ways to save his life and escape Nanli's killing move.

But if so, it would be running away in fear of the enemy.

Luo Chuan has met countless opponents in his life. Even when facing those who are far superior to him, he rarely escapes. Among opponents of the same realm, Luo Chuan has never avoided fighting and fled.

No matter how many times Luo Chuan's Dao state of mind has undergone transformation, the sword of heaven in his essence has never changed.

Although Nan Li is one level higher than him, they are also in the same realm. In Luo Chuan's view, this level difference can be completely ignored.

If he escapes in this battle, the sword of heaven in his state of mind will inevitably have a gap belonging to Nan Li.

Even if his state of mind is not damaged for a while, Luo Chuan will inevitably have a shadow when he meets Nan Li again in the future. As one grows stronger, the other loses, and it will be difficult for him to compete with Nan Li.

Pieces of giant trees in the forest were knocked down by Luo Chuan and smashed to the ground with a bang. Not far behind Luo Chuan was the cliff abyss.

In mid-air, Luo Chuan raised his head and looked at the overwhelming fists pressing down on him. A flash of enlightenment suddenly flashed in his mind!

Ding!

The huge bell in the heart sounded again!

A long-lost picture passed through Luo Chuan's mind, the unruly Taoist holding a long sword upside down stepped on the flat ground, step by step, and each sentence became a poem.

"The white jade capital in the sky, twelve towers and five cities."

"The immortal touches my head, and I will give you immortality."

Li Xuangan took one step and one sentence, one sentence is a poem, one poem is a sword, and under his imperial sword, birds, beasts, sunshine, rain, wind, flying sand... everything in the world, all turned into sword images!

The scene of Luo Chuan's adventure in the sea of ​​monuments in the deserted city when he was just starting out in the past, reappeared after many years, but it was a completely different feeling.

Li Xuangan's sword image is to turn everything into a sword.

And the fist image of Nanli in front of him is to turn the snow plum blossom into a fist, and to participate in the astrology, which is pure and full of his own morality, and is completely different from Li Xuangan's sword image.

The reason for the difference between the two kinds of images is only one thing - that is the image of momentum, which is originally an illusory, changeable, yet real Taoist skill.

It is different from the meaning of momentum. There is no specific reference. The momentum image comprehended by each genius and strong man will not be the same.

It takes shape on the ground and forms an image in the sky!

There are all kinds of things in the world, and there are images of all kinds of things!

If you stick to one pattern and want to comprehend your own momentum image from the momentum image of others, it will only be a fantasy and you will never be able to comprehend it.

Buzz!

Above Luo Chuan's heart lake, the sound of a huge bell rang!

This time it was not a warning bell, but a surprise at the time of enlightenment!

Snap!

There are still eight steps to the cliff abyss. Luo Chuan stepped on the ground with both feet, as if nailed to the ground, with an unpredictable light flashing in his eyes. Through the fist images in the sky, he looked at the expressionless Nan Li in the air and smiled slightly.

At this time, Nan Li's mood was no longer complicated, and he no longer had any regrets or regrets about killing Luo Chuan.

Although there was one less opponent who could face him head-on on the road to the Tao in the future, Nan Li could easily think it through. Since he is not an opponent now. They may not become rivals in the future.

Although they are both usurpers, the gap between him and Zhou Zhihao is still obvious.

Nan Li was thinking, at this moment. He saw the young monk who stopped running and looked at him with a smile on his face.

Nan Li raised his eyebrows. An inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.

Boom!

The fists in the sky fell and smashed towards the cliff where Luo Chuan was! In a blink of an eye, Luo Chuan was about to be submerged!

A fist shot up into the sky!

At the critical moment, it blocked Nan Li's Xuemei fist!

Ding Ding Ding!

Nan Li Lihu's alarm bell shook violently! He stared at the fist! His pupils dilated!

What appeared in his field of vision was no longer the fist of a young man, but a huge cliff that was rising slowly!

The cliff broke through the Xuemei fist image, split into two halves in mid-air, and changed again: scorching sun, flying stars, high mountains, flowing water, long wind, flames, giant trees and jungles... Wherever Luo Chuan's fist image went, everything evolved!

Nan Li was caught off guard and his fist image was broken!

When he raised his head again, he saw Luo Chuan's fist image transformed into all things in the world, densely packed, overlapping, pressing towards him!

Anything he could think of appeared in Luo Chuan's fist image!

Li Xuangan turned all things into swords, Nan Li specialized in the image of snow plum, and the image of momentum that Luo Chuan comprehended was to transform all things into fist images! Mysterious and unbelievable!

Nan Li gritted his teeth, flew up in a flash, pinched his hands, and blasted out with all his strength!

A purple unicorn flew out from his palm and met Luo Chuan's fist image!

Boom!

The two powerful moves collided with each other, the sky changed, and thunderclouds and fire gathered into a circle of overflowing vortex air waves, destroying the giant forest within a radius of more than 100 miles!

The remaining force rippled, crushing the trees into powder. In a moment, the area within a radius of half a mile was empty.

Luo Chuan's body shook slightly and he took two steps back, while Nan Li flew back more than fifty steps before he could barely stand.

"He didn't die like this."

Luo Chuan looked at Nan Li, whose face was only slightly pale and slightly injured. He was curious and admired him.

On the other side, Nan Li raised his head and looked at Luo Chuan with a different look.

"You actually figured it out." Nan Li's tone was complicated.

"You read it twice, and I only used it once." Luo Chuan smiled slightly.

"It's just luck." Nan Li snorted coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly changed.

A hundred steps away, Luo Chuan suddenly raised his head and looked at the southwest direction of the sky, and saw more than ten divine auras flying towards here at a rapid speed. Each divine aura was wrapped in a strong murderous intent, and the aura was profound, not inferior to the realm of the heavens.

"You two, are you a little careless?"

A cold laugh sounded.

Swoosh!

Seven divine auras swept over from behind the cliff, led by the demon king surnamed Kong.

When he was at the bottom of the waterfall pool, he discovered the secret between the two huge rocks, and naturally found the entrance for Luo Chuan and Nan Li to enter the central ancient battlefield.

He did not tell the other demon kings and demon commanders. After leaving, he took a few men and quickly returned to the bottom of the pool, entered the ancient battlefield, secretly summoned the other men in the central ancient battlefield, and the confidants planted in the Demon Cult Palace, just to kill Nan Li and take the credit.

Even he did not expect that Nan Li did not go far. While secretly happy, he also witnessed the battle between Nan Li and Luo Chuan.

He never thought that there was a genius in the chaotic land of the outer domain whose talent and potential were not inferior to Nan Li. Although Luo Chuan's cultivation was only at the True Dao Realm, the talent and potential he showed could not be ignored even by him as an emperor-level strongman.

"Kill! Kill both of them!"

The Demon King surnamed Kong flew out and stretched out his hand to grab Luo Chuan, who was closest to him.

The Heavenly Snake True Lord flashed behind Luo Chuan and blocked the attack of the Demon King surnamed Kong. The two of them retreated three steps at the same time.

At the same time, a dozen big demons with auras behind them fell from the sky and surrounded Luo Chuan and Nan Li. (To be continued...)