The Great Tao Chronicle

There was a momentary silence in the huge battlefield.

Only the sound of the 'shasha' blood spraying and the sound of the gust of wind continued.

The viscous blood spurted from Yang Lin's headless neck, and was then blown away by the wind in the hot and dry sky.

Falling like rain.

One person, in the face of tens of thousands of Scarlet Flood Dragon Army, the three masters of the gods, can actually fight back, kill one person, and knock back two people!

How brilliant is such a record?

Not only the many martial arts practitioners in the distance, but also the well-trained elites of the Red Flood Dragon Army felt horrified, shocked, and unbelievable.

boom!

It seemed like a long time, but in an instant, Yang Lin's head fell to the ground, like a shot put inlaid on the ruined earth.

The bloodshot eyes stared at An Qisheng with a dead expression on his face.

The spirit of the Shenmai was extremely powerful, his head was severed, and his spirit was severely damaged. At this time, there was still a thought that did not disappear.

He was unwilling, extremely unwilling.

His knife clearly also shattered An Qisheng's body protection and slashed to his neck!

call

An Qisheng stood with a gun, his palm gently brushed his neck, and between his fingers, a white mark like the one left after being beaten slowly disappeared.

Yang Lin's last seven-killing sword smashed his qi, but with his physical strength, the sword that greatly reduced his strength was naturally not enough to smash his physique.

boom!

As An Qisheng lowered his arms, Yang Lin's head also exploded, and red and white things splashed out.

Divine veins are difficult to kill, and the head does not explode, how can we feel at ease.

At this point, the commander of the Jinyiwei, the high-ranking master of the divine veins in the Dafeng Dynasty, was completely dead.

woohoo~~

While the air was blowing slightly, An Qisheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Ji Chonghua in the distance.

Compared with Cao Tiangang, who was beaten by his guns and slaps like a ball, Ji Chonghua did not suffer any injuries.

The tenacity of the red armor surprised him.

Ji Chonghua stood with a long sword in red armor, his hair fluttering in the wind.

"This grand master looks down on you, everyone in this world looks down on you..."

This time, under the circumstances that Han Changgong did not want to intervene, he naturally planned it himself.

He asked himself that he had made complete preparations, not to mention this An Qisheng, but the great masters in the top ranks of the Earth Ranking. It may not be possible to retreat completely.

This old Taoist could even kill Yang Lin at the end. Such tyranny made him feel dreamy.

If it wasn't for knowing that he had not yet formed a divine vein, almost everyone would have thought that he had already cultivated the Taiyin Promise like Pang Wanyang, and had reached the threshold of heaven and man.

This old Taoist priest was stronger than he expected, so much so that his calculations were all in vain.

Even to the point of being in such a dilemma now.

Suddenly, he thought of Han Chang Palace.

That old thing of the gods, the gods and the gods, didn't he expect this scene long ago, so he refused to come forward?

boom!

The air rolled, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and Cao Tiangang with a livid face descended from the sky and landed in the distance.

Compared to Ji Chonghua, who was just a little embarrassed, Cao Tiangang was much more miserable. He looked like a beggar in ragged clothes, with gun marks scattered across his fair skin, and blood was dripping.

Cao Tiangang wiped his stiff face, his chest heaving up and down:

"Good, good, good! What a Taoist Wang Quan! What a blood demon An Qisheng!"

He fell from the sky, and was beaten into the air by a dog like a dog. How could such a painful lesson not be unforgettable.

At the same time, there was a trace of fear in his heart.

This old Taoist seems to be much stronger than when he killed the Dharma King of the Red Sun.

In the battle where he killed the Dharma King of the Red Sun in the mountains of Liangzhou, although he and Liu Yanchang retreated, one was because of injuries, and the other was because they were afraid of being plotted against by other martial artists after fighting against him.

But at this time, he really gave birth to retreat.

An Qisheng's eyes were deep, and he looked at the two lightly.

When the divine veins are 10%, the body protection gas is almost invulnerable to water and fire, and it has the ability to fly and escape, which is extremely difficult to kill.

He was able to kill Yang Lin under the siege of the three people, or because they thought it was a must-kill place. After being peeped by himself, he took the initiative to enter, and at the last moment, he swallowed the three people's full blow with the gossip furnace. bounce back,

And broke out all the ultimate moves, which killed Yang Lin and repulsed the two.

At this time, although the siege had failed, it was even more difficult to kill Cao Tiangang and Ji Chonghua who were on guard.

Conversely, the same is true.

Without him, it would be too easy to retreat.

Just as in the original trajectory, the Dharma King of the Red Sun laughed proudly, slaughtered several cities, and all the experts of the court came out. Even after the old monk Yixiu killed the Han Jiao from the air, the Dharma King of the Red Sun was only seriously injured and fled.

Divine Vein, it's too hard to kill.

An Qisheng felt this way. How could Cao Tiangang and Ji Chonghua not know that this time they had already succeeded, and it was impossible to kill them.

Cao Tiangang took a deep breath and sneered:

"There are still two thousand miles to go to Fengdu. My father-in-law wants to see if you can reach the top of Fengdu City!"

But he was already resigned.

Ji Chonghua was indifferent, and seemed to have acquiesced to Cao Tiangang's words.

He turned his eyes slightly and glanced at a young general in the distance.

As the horn rang through the sky, the Red Flood Dragon Army retreated silently.

"Fengdu, of course I want to go."

At this time, An Qisheng raised his eyebrows slowly, his calm and somewhat cold eyes fell on the two of Cao Tiangang, and he spoke slowly.

Ji Chonghua's eyes suddenly jumped.

Then I heard a roar like a meteor falling to the ground.

The smoke and dust were everywhere, and the soil and stones were splashing.

During An Qisheng's steps, Wushuang's body smashed the airflow several meters in front of him, and swooped away with an extremely domineering attitude.

The indifferent voice is full of cold currents whistling:

"It's just you, but you may not be able to go back!"

Divine veins are naturally difficult to kill.

However, it is not impossible to kill!

Although An Qisheng considers himself to be an elegant and easy-going person, it is impossible for him to give up.

On the contrary, it is better to kill them all together!

Kill it or not, always try it!

hum~

Ripples swept through the void.

An Qisheng stepped into the air, and while his clothes were flying, the red-gold spear waved like a dragon, pulling out a long-lasting white wave in the sky.

As the sound waves roared, they had already rushed towards Cao Tiangang!

Cao Tiangang was furious, he let out a long whistle, his true energy came out, and his mighty palm hit An Qisheng like a surging wave.

But his body turned in mid-air, breaking through the air and fleeing:

"Old bastard! You have a kind!"

Not far away, a crimson light flashed past, but Ji Chonghua was a few points faster than him.

The two fled almost at the same time, without even looking at Yang Lin's headless body.

boom!

The spear shook and pierced the mighty palm.

An Qisheng stepped on the air like a wave, and went straight to chase Cao Tiangang, who fled in the air with a palm, and let out a long laugh:

"Of course, it's much better than your unplanted old thing!"

"Old asshole!"

In the sky, Cao Tiangang's angry roar came.

In just a moment, the three of them had completely disappeared above this boundless snowfield.

Only the taciturn Red Flood Dragon Army slowly retreated after cleaning up the battlefield.

Only a scarlet ruin like **** was left, telling the world how tragic this battle was.

Farther away, a group of martial arts people were shocked beyond words. This battle made them realize what is the ultimate martial arts.

There was fear in his heart, and infinite longing was born.

If I can rise to this level...  

"Such a character, such a battle..."

Fan Zimin yearned in his heart and couldn't help himself for a long time.

After a long time, he seemed to suddenly remember something, took out a pen and paper from his arms, leaned over a large rock, and began to write:

[In the winter of 1977 in Dafeng, it was very cold, and the breath turned into ice.

Ji Chonghua, the Grand Master of Dafeng, Cao Tiangang, the director of the East Factory, and Yang Lin, the commander of Jinyiwei, led more than 10,000 Chijiao troops to fight against Wang Quandao, An Qi, who was born on the frozen Zhongzhou plain thousands of miles away.

Since this battle, the situation has changed color, the earth is shaking like a mountain, and the dragon has turned over, tragic and unspeakable.

In the end, Daoist Wang Quan, An Qi, swept away the Red Flood Army with his spear and killed Yang Lin, the commander of Jin Yiwei. Yu Wei forced Ji Chonghua and Cao Tiangang to retreat.

Recorder: Storyteller Fan]

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The Dalong River stretches across the states and spreads for tens of thousands of miles.

With heavy snow fluttering in the sky, and under the severe cold, Dalongjiang also ushered in the once-a-year freezing period.

boom!

When the air flow burst, Ji Chonghua landed on the ice and slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.

The true qi of the divine veins can interact with the heaven and the earth, except in such an environment as the Red Flood Dragon Army formation, the true qi is endless.

Flying in the sky can even travel more than a thousand miles in one day.

However, the infuriating energy is infinite and the mental strength is limited.

After a fierce battle, I traveled more than a thousand miles in the sky, and I felt a little tired at this time, so I could only land a little slower.

But even when he landed, his speed was very fast, and the whistling was hundreds of meters. Under the violent friction between the qi and the airflow, there were bursts of thunderous explosions.

Occasionally people passed by around, and only thunderous explosions could be heard.

And no figure can be seen.

This speed is no longer a burden for the divine veins, just like ordinary people walking around normally.

"Then how could An Qisheng be so arrogant?"

During the run, Ji Chonghua was a little surprised in his heart.

As far as he knows, that An Qisheng has not yet been promoted to the divine vein, even if he has cultivated some horizontal training, how can he be so tyrannical?

I am afraid that it is the legendary soldier of the past dynasties, I am afraid that it is nothing more than that.

Could it be that the old Taoist was also recognized as the master by the gods and gods?

This thought had been circling in his mind for a long time.

Because of this, he had the intention to retreat, otherwise, even if Yang Lin died, he and Cao Tiangang would not be without a fight.

I just think of the power of the gods and gods I have seen before...

Suddenly, he was shocked.

Looking up, I saw a group of people standing on the Great Dragon River, the wind and snow blew, and their clothes were up, fluttering like a banished immortal.