C467 (1/2)

At this critical juncture, Linghao dare not ask for help. If he doesn't get rid of the ancestor of Beiyan as soon as possible, the result will be that everyone dies.

He flies to the sky, treads on the void. From below, a hot sun and a curved moon appear behind him.

Yin and Yang lead to heaven!

This is Linghao's self-made skill in the age of Taigu. He absorbed spirit from the sun and the moon, and finally formed a powerful attack.

Success or failure depends on it.

”Boy, you are so confident. If I were you, I would have run for a long time now.” The old ancestor of Beiyan smiled coldly. He looked at Linghao in the air with a disdainful tone.

Strong, where can we be strong?

Can you enter Nirvana?

Therefore, this is the confidence of the ancestors of Beiyan.

”Nine days and ten years of samsara boxing!”

Linghao had a cold drink, and the sun and the moon behind him smashed into pieces, turning into a majestic aura flowing into his arm.

His arms were now like gold, glittering with gold.

This fist, the sun and the moon have no light, the sky and the earth have lost color.

Looking at such a powerful punch, even the old ancestor of the northern wild goose was a little frightened. He shivered a little bit, rushed up abruptly, extended his left arm and met him with one palm.

”Nine changes of wild geese!”

This fist is like a dragon's claw or a tiger's arm.

There were nine changes in the middle. In the end, there were many miracles in this palm.

There was a thunderclap in the sky. The energy of terror was scattered. All of a sudden, the dust was everywhere. The buildings were turned into flying ash in a large range.

Master moves, one move is enough!

Both of them use the unique skill of pressing the bottom of the box. How terrible is it?

This fist directly hit the northern wild goose ancestor to the ground, and the huge pit on the ground looked startling.

Fist marks, chilling.

How much external force is needed to achieve this degree?

Boom!

The old ancestor of the northern wild goose came out from the ground. His face was angry and he stood on the void, covered with dust and a trace of blood hung around his mouth.

It's obvious that he was slightly hurt by the blow.

”For thousands of years, no one has made me bleed.” The old ancestor of the northern wild goose wiped away the bloodstain and looked at Ling Hao with grim eyes. ”You can be proud, boy,” he said

Ling Hao said, ”I didn't expect to kill you.”

Nine days and ten places of samsara boxing, from the ancient times, Linghao relied on this boxing, conquered the whole world, and Tianjiao of the ten thousand ethnic groups avoided its front!

But why can't even a half step Nirvana monster die now?

Is it because the cultivation is not enough?

”Talk big!” Bai Mei, the ancestor of the northern wild goose, suddenly rushed to Ling Hao.

In the middle of the journey, his body suddenly turned into a black fog, and a wild goose covered by the sky was rolling black.

It shrieked.

Just like claws made of refined steel.