Chapter 67 (1/2)

The ancient wind blocked Pang Jun's head, attracted a cry of surprise, and then launched a counterattack with ”return wind and fallen leaf palm”.

Pang Jun failed to strike and resolutely withdrew, but the shadow of the ancient style was like a shadow. The sound of ”clang” was heard continuously. The palm shadow of the ancient wind was flickering, and the figure was like a ghost. Pang Jun was gradually in the disadvantage and had only the power of parry.

”Ah... You completely angered me, limitless blasting chop!” Seeing that he was about to lose, Pang Jun began to go crazy. He was covered with black silk, and his momentum began to rise rapidly.

”Die!” Pang Jun, who was in a rage, cleaved ten knives in a row. The strength of the knives was as strong as the surging river, one after another, one wave higher than the other. Come here with the momentum of Mount Tai. If you don't cut your opponent, you swear not to rest.

”Just in time! Fallen leaves, flying flowers, flying catkins all over the sky! ” The ancient wind also lost his temper, his whole body was agitated with mana, wrapped his whole body, and his body suddenly drifted.

”Sonorous!”

”Qiang Qiang!”

Countless palms immediately hit the oncoming blade, making bursts of metal impact, and there were sparks splashing.

During this period, Gu Feng's face was a little heavy. He felt that Pang Jun's knife strength was really strong. If he hadn't been refined for many times, he would definitely suffer a heavy loss.

”Good! This boy is really a plastic talent. If he were someone else, his arm would have been cut off. ” Seeing such a wonderful duel, the elders on the high platform expressed heartfelt admiration.

Bai Changlao just stroked his beard with a smiling hand and didn't say a word.

”Take me five more knives!” Pang Jun shouted loudly and then split five knives in a row.

As soon as the five swords came out, there was a sudden strong wind on the battle platform, flying sand and stones, and the essence of heaven and earth came together rapidly, splitting the ancient wind, which was very frightening.

”This son's talent is rare. Few disciples can practice this Sabre technique to such an amazing level.” An elder commented that it was obvious that Pang Jun's performance won their recognition.

”Yes, if nothing happens, the little boy will be defeated! Pang Jun deserves special attention. ” Another elder agreed. He was also very optimistic about Pang Jun's potential.

Of course, Bai Changlao heard their conversation. Bai Changlao was not angry. He just smiled and said, ”you are too arbitrary, and then look down.

In the face of the general trend of heaven and earth, the ancient wind has no hard resistance. He also shouted: ”swing the willows in the wind!”

The ancient wind's body suddenly became lighter and floated back and forth in the strong wind, just like the willow twig swinging in the wind. He could not touch his body in the strong wind, rainstorm, flying sand and stones.

”Good!” The white elder in the middle took the lead in cheering and squinted at the two elders who were just talking big. Its meaning was self-evident.

”The boss is invincible!” The old style's attendants cheered loudly at the same voice, which attracted countless disciples to follow.

”Eat my last knife - cut with infinite anger!”

At this time of the battle, Pang Jun was completely angry. He rarely used this move. Once he was about to come out, it meant the end of the battle.

Limitless thirty-six sabres. One Sabre is strong, and the thirty sixth Sabre is used, and no one can stop it.

His body jumped high and red light rushed to the sword. This was his anger, which was poured into the sword.

The sabre glows with flames. It is full of unparalleled ferocity. People watching the war change color.