The understanding is incredible: In the beginning, I was invited to pick up the Yihua Palace.

At this moment, the divine moon hangs high in the sky, and the blue sea below is boundless and sparkling.

Ji Chang'an, located between the blue sea and the bright moon, is like a god king, proud of all living beings, and peerless.

"In the sky, there is a moon?!"

"This ...... What kind of demon is this!?"

"No way, absolutely impossible. There is no such martial arts in the world!!"

The expressions of the people in Quanzhen changed greatly, and they were terrified, as if they had seen a ghost, looking at the white-clothed young man standing between the blue sea and the bright moon in disbelief.

Even the Quan Zhen Qizi was shocked, and his eyes were full of shock and emotion.

Who is this man......

The means he used were none other than some kind of demon magic and immortal art, could it be that he was really a heavenly immortal?

Or rather, a demon descended into the world?!

All kinds of chaotic thoughts, like lightning, swept through the minds of the seven sons of Quanzhen.

And at this moment, Ji Changan stood under the bright moon with his hands in his hands, like a celestial figure who walked out of the picture scroll, his eyes looked forward to it, with the majesty of a god like a demon, looking down at the seven sons of Quanzhen, and said lightly:

"Don't say I won't give you a chance, make a move. "

"If you can only ask Ji to take half a step back, you will win, how about it?"

Although Ji Changan said this very seriously, without the slightest sarcasm, it was just a bland statement.

But for the Seven Sons of Quanzhen, and even for the entire Quanzhen Sect, this is a shame.

What a shame!

"Ann dare to insult me like this!?"

Qiu Chuji glared angrily and roared:

"Senior brothers, help me, even if you are broken today, you must make this devil pay the price!"

"Tiangang Beidou, rise again!"

The rest of the Quanzhen Six Sons were also extremely angry, so they began to exert their internal strength, releasing the true "Nine Eighty-Three" qi in their bodies, and all of them converged on Qiu Chuji's body.

Qiu Chuji, who had already reached the level of the Great Grandmaster, had already reached the level of the Great Grandmaster, and the momentum on his body skyrocketed again, and he had vaguely reached the level of the Great Grandmaster, which was truly comparable to the Five Uniques!

With the blessing of strong strength, Qiu Chuji's confidence doubled and he shouted.

"Adversary, take my sword!"

In the angry shout, the majestic true qi gathered by the Big Dipper condensed wildly on the long sword in Qiu's hand, bursting out with a fierce sword qi like the Yangtze River.

In the end, it turned into a huge sword light of nearly ten zhang, and the dazzling sword light was like the stars of the Big Dipper, and it was spread in the air in an instant!

The power of this sword is really a little terrifying.

The sharp and swift sword qi was like a heavenly river pouring down, and even the disciples of the Quanzhen who were far away from the battlefield could feel a chill.

"Seven real people, this is a real thing!"

"Even if this demon has the ability to reach the sky, it will be difficult to take this sword!"

In the scorching gaze of countless Quanzhen disciples, Qiu Chuji let out a low shout, and immediately raised his life's strength, picked up the huge lightsaber that was nearly ten zhang long, and rushed towards Ji Chang'an.

Snort!

The sword light swept through the sky like a meteor, leaving long traces one after another, wrapped in Ling Yan's swift sword qi, like a storm sweeping!

The wind was howling, Ji Changan's black hair was flying, but he was still holding his head high, and his eyes were calmly looking at the sharp sword light that broke through the sky.

"Tiangang Beidou, but that's it!"

Ji Changan smiled indifferently, and then slowly raised a slender and white palm, and the bright moon in the sky also rotated, like the water moon turned into a little silver light sprinkled, as if the Nine Heavens Milky Way was drooping down.

"Guanghan Immortal Light!"

This cold and lonely silver glow was like a wisp of fairy light falling from the Guanghan Palace, containing unimaginable divine power, and the white brilliance fell like a thin smoke, reflecting on the huge sword light.

Almost instantly, this sword light that gathered the power of the Seven True Truths was easily shattered.

How can it be?!

At this moment, the great Quanzhen sect became silent and fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone present was dumbfounded, looking at the handsome young man who was bathed in the moonlight, like a god and a demon, and felt that his scalp was numb.

One move!

With just such an understatement, he shattered the sword that was issued by the power of seven real people!

This man...... Is it a god or a ghost!?

Hugh wanted to say that these ordinary disciples, even the Quan Zhen Seven Sons, were dumbfounded, they couldn't believe their eyes, they only felt that their mouths were dry and they couldn't breathe.

The blow they had just now was made with anger, and everyone used all their strength, and the blow that broke out was probably something that even the Great Grandmaster didn't dare to take hard, but it was so easily defused by the other party!

It's hard to imagine the level of martial arts reached by this young and somewhat excessive guy on the other side.

Could it be that he is a land immortal?

The seven sons of Quanzhen looked at each other, all of them pale and at a loss.

Before today, they had never imagined that there were people in the world who could cultivate martial arts to such a level as if they were immortal magical.

Perhaps, this is not martial arts in the first place, or the person in front of him should be a ghost and god.

On the other side, Ji Chang'an stood under the bright moon, and the light moonlight like sand continued to converge on him, as if the person below was the lord of Taiyin.

He stood with his hands folded, still reminiscing about the blow he had just delivered.

The ray of Guanghan immortal light just now seemed ordinary, but it was actually his latest killer move, which was recorded in the Eight Methods of Reflecting the Moon in the Taiyin Treasure Book.

The so-called Eight Methods of Reflecting the Moon are actually all kinds of killing methods derived from Ji Changan's cultivation of Taiyin Ming Jade Gong for many years and the perception of the moon's cloudiness and sunshine.

For example, the Cold Moon Tribulation he once performed when he slaughtered the Twelve Astrological Signs, and the Shaking Moon Setting that he performed when Inviting the Moon were all derived from the Eight Methods of Reflecting the Moon.

Its power is far beyond the imagination of mortals, almost immortal magic, it can be described by the word horror, even in Ji Chang'an, it can be regarded as one of the most domineering means.

"The power of this Guanghan Immortal Light is okay, next, try other moves!"

Ji Changan smiled indifferently, and then turned his gaze to Quanzhen Qizi, the corners of his mouth gradually set off a cold arc, his eyes were indifferent, and he seemed to smile and said:

"Come and don't be rude. "

"I just took your move, and next, it's your turn to take it. "

As soon as these words came out, a chill inexplicably appeared in the hearts of the seven sons of Quanzhen, and an ominous sense of impending disaster quietly surged into their hearts.

"Not good!"

At this time, Ji Changan's chuckle sounded again.

"Have you ever been hit by the moon?"

Hearing this, Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji and others looked at each other, puzzled.

However, soon, they understood what Ji Changan meant by this sentence.

The next moment, I saw Ji Changan's face solemn, the silver glint in his eyes flashed, and he slowly raised a slender and white palm and gently pressed it towards the void.

Suddenly, the phantom of the bright moon above the sky dome became more and more condensed, as if it had turned into a real cold moon, which was hundreds of zhang large, almost covering the sky and the sun.

"Eight Ways to Reflect the Moon, Shake the Falling Moon!"

With a cold shout, under the convergence of countless frightened eyes, the cold moon quietly fell from the sky, as if the gods were moving the moon wheels, sending down infinite anger.

"Oh my God—"

"The moon has set!!

"Run!!Run, let's run, let's run, ahhhh

Seeing that the moon was about to fall, the Quanzhen disciples present were almost frightened, trembling one by one, and those with weaker psychological endurance even weakened their legs and collapsed to the ground.

In the face of such a miraculous offensive, a deep look of despair also appeared in the eyes of the Seven Sons of Quanzhen, and thousands of thunderbolts exploded at the same time in their brains, and a strange thought suddenly emerged.

These people, who have cultivated the Tao for most of their lives, have finally met the real immortals today.

However, the person in front of him is more like a demon than an immortal.

Once this huge moon falls, I'm afraid that the entire Chongyang Palace will be destroyed. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

What's even more terrifying is that thousands of disciples of the Quanzhen Sect will be affected, and it is very likely that they will all die in this man-made natural disaster.

"What to do?!"

"What should I do—"

Looking at the huge moon that covered the sky and slowly fell, Ma Yu, as the true head of the school, felt the taste of despair for the first time in his life.

There is no way to heaven and no door to the earth.

I could only watch as the moon fell and destroyed the entire Quanzhen Sect.

At this moment, under the despair and grief and indignation, a majestic figure appeared in the hearts of the seven sons of Quanzhen, and they couldn't help but cry out:

"Master, if you were still alive, my Quanzhen Sect would never end up like this!"

And at this critical moment.

A figure seemed to hear the wails of the disciples, as if it had passed through a gap, and jumped out of the Chongyang Palace, and suddenly, it was already in front of the seven sons of Quanzhen.

Although he is no longer young, he is still magnificent, handsome in appearance, and has an indescribable charm.

At the moment of seeing this middle-aged Taoist priest, the heart of the seven sons of Quanzhen trembled, and tears suddenly burst out of their eyes, and one by one the old tears were horizontal, shouting one after another.

"Master!"

"Master, you really haven't died yet......

"My teacher, please help, save Quanzhen!!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest who suddenly appeared was not an outsider, but the founding patriarch of the Quanzhen School, the teacher of the Seven Sons of Quanzhen, the head of the Five Uniques of the Great Song Dynasty, and the king of Zhongshentong....

"Heh, Wang Laodao, it's finally out, don't you dare to pretend to be dead anymore, right?"

Looking at the middle-aged Taoist priest who appeared suddenly and had a great bearing, Ji Changan's eyes couldn't help but light up, and the corners of his mouth also set off a faint arc, muttering to himself:

"It's hard for me to control the speed of this moon falling so slowly, since you have already come out, take it as a welcome gift for you!"

Before the words fell, Ji Changan smiled maliciously, and then pressed his palm down suddenly. []

Rumble!

The cold moon, which was originally falling slowly, seemed to have been pressed the accelerator button, just like a meteor falling, and fell towards Chongyang Palace with a thunderous momentum.

"It's not good—"

Seeing this, Wang Chongyang's expression couldn't help but change, and his eyes, which had always been calm and waveless, also revealed a touch of emotion quite rarely.

In a hurry, he didn't have time to think about it, and with a light step under his feet, the figure suddenly escaped into the void like a wisp of green smoke, and when he reappeared, he was already in mid-air.

"Here comes the sword!"

With Wang Chongyang's clear drink, under the ground of Chongyang Palace, a sword that had been buried for a long time seemed to wake up from years of slumber, and let out bursts of joyful sword sounds.

The long sword trembled slightly, and then turned into a streamer of light and rushed out of the ground, directly shattering the bricks and tiles of the roof, and falling into Wang Chongyang's hands like lightning.

"Long time no see, old man. "

Holding the long sword for a long time, Wang Chongyang's eyes also quietly revealed a touch of nostalgia, muttered, and then raised his head and looked at the huge moon falling above the sky.

"I can't believe that there are such supernatural powers in this world!"

Rao is based on Wang Chongyang's vision and experience, and when he sees the fantasy scene of such a cold moon falling on the earth, he is still moved.

But after all, he is the head of the five uniques, and his skills are rare in the world, even in the face of such a natural disaster-like offensive, he is not afraid, but he cheers.

"However, Chongyang is not weaker than others in his life!"

After saying that, he saw that he was holding a long sword, flying up, and went straight to the falling moon, and his figure seemed to be one with the long sword in his hand.

In an instant, the monstrous pure Taoist true qi poured out like an immeasurable sea, and finally turned into a huge sword light that was nearly a hundred zhang huge!

Its moves were the same as those that the Seven Sons of Quanzhen had just performed through the Tiangang Beidou Array.

But the power is very different.

The moment the huge sword light gathered by Wang Chongyang appeared, the fierce and domineering sword intent seemed to soar into the sky, and even the air became a little distorted, as if it had a terrifying power that was enough to split the heavens and the earth!

"Tiangang Beidou Sword!"

"Slash!"

Under the gaze of countless Dao Dao or longing, or expectation, or excited, Wang Chongyang let out a low shout, and his body seemed to be integrated into the sword light, controlling this sharp sword light, and swept towards the cold moon falling in the sky.

"Bang!"

Under Wang Chongyang's all-out sword, a huge crack appeared above the huge silver white moon 0.9 bright, as if it had been split by this sword.

Click!

With a crisp sound of breaking ice, the moon turned from cold ice in mid-air was actually split by Wang Chongyang's sword, cut into two semicircles, and scattered to both sides.

"Blocked !!"

"The moon was split in half!"

"It deserves to be the Chongyang Patriarch!"

"Hahaha, our ancestor is the first of the five uniques, and his martial arts are naturally the first in the world!"

Seeing this scene, all the Quanzhen disciples present cheered, the grievances and boredom in their hearts were swept away, and they were so surprised that they shouted one after another.

On the other side, Ji Changan still stood with his hands in his hands, never moving, revealing an indescribable indifference and ethereal on his body.

"It's worthy of being a supernatural power, and I really have some ability!"

Ji Changan's sword eyebrows were slightly raised, and he praised it quite rarely, but then the corners of his mouth set off a shallow smile with ill intentions, staring at Wang Chongyang with a smile, and muttered to himself:

"But what about splitting?"

"If I do this, how will your Excellency parry?"

In the chuckle, I saw that Ji Changan actually snapped his fingers, and then, the cold moon, which was cut in half by Wang Chongyang's sword, suddenly exploded in an instant.

The shattered cold moon quietly turned into the essence of the moon, and thousands of rays of moonlight gathered together, like pieces of broken crystals sprinkled down, and like colorful glass refracting brilliance.

This kind of scene, although dreamlike, is extremely beautiful.

But it made Wang Chongyang's scalp tingle, his face changed suddenly, and a touch of horror appeared in his eyes.

"Not good-".