Daoist Changes the World - Chapter 955

Yi Heng stared down at a town.

This is LingMi City, the first town he entered after he arrived in Zhongzhou mainland.

LingMi city also changed greatly at this time.

It’s not only that the floor area is two or three times larger, but also that the number of monks planting LingMi around is increasing.

The thousands of LingMi fields surrounding LingMi City exude a fresh and rich aura of LingMi.

He understood the reason for the change.

During the war, the role of LingMi is far better than that of Lingshi. If you prepare in advance, the more the better.

What has not changed is the tower in the middle of LingMi city.

He swept the tower, the monks meditating in the city master’s house, and explored towards the deep sea.

With a move of thought, the whole person has disappeared over LingMi city.

When the sea breeze blew, there was an endless dark blue in front of me.

Suddenly, with a strange look on his face, he stared at the three people on the coast.

“If you are stubborn again, don’t blame Li’s ruthlessness!” The monk surnamed Li looked angry and looked like he was going to kill immediately.

The other two monks stood side by side and saw that the monk surnamed Li was so fierce, but their faces didn’t change, as if they didn’t care at all.

At this time, the two looked at each other, and one of them said, “brother Pang, what do you think?”

“Brother Lang is in charge, and Pang naturally cooperates!”

Yi Heng’s eyes suddenly lit up. He was afraid that the three people below could not fight. He immediately hid his breath and watched quietly from high altitude.

The friar surnamed Li was even more angry when he saw that they didn’t care. He said in a harsh voice: “the two Taoist friends don’t know the greatness of heaven and earth. They dared to be so rude to Li in the early days of Yuanying? Really, Li didn’t dare to kill?”

The friar surnamed Lang stepped forward a little ten feet. At this time, it can be seen that he was tall, his face was rough, and a soft sword was wrapped around his waist.

“Li Daoyou, please come back. Brother Pang and I are willing to wander all over the world and seek the way of heaven. We will not join any forces.”

“Ha ha, that’s right. Brother Lang is worthy of my most respected opponent. Brother Lang knows me!”

When they stood together, they didn’t feel tall. At this time, when they separated, compared with friar Li, they saw that they were both burly people.

But the monk surnamed Lang has a rough face, like a fisherman who lives by the sea all year round.

The friar surnamed Pang has fair skin and elegant manners.

But for other reasons, it is difficult to connect the two people.

“Boasting, the spirit devouring clan is about to invade. All monks are united to resist. They wander all over the world and seek the way of heaven. The ignorant are fearless. They die!”

The friar surnamed Li is in the later stage of Yuanying, and his skill is extraordinary.

I saw him use his magic power, move with his left hand and stab the friar surnamed Lang with a sword light.

Friar Lang holds the sword in his right hand.

But surprisingly, he didn’t pinch any sword formula, and didn’t even shoot at the first time.

Listening to his rough face, he looked infatuated and whispered, “I’m sorry, without Dongting Lake, big brother will protect you in the deep sea!”

At this time, the sword light had arrived, and the monk surnamed Li was surprised.

As soon as the monk surnamed Lang’s words fell, the infatuation on his face disappeared, replaced by a confident and calm color.

His right hand danced rapidly, and the soft sword followed.

In a flash, the light emitted from the soft sword was like a torrential rain. A rain curtain was built around him to cover his whole body.

“Ding!”

The stabbing sword light touched the rain curtain and made a harsh sound.

Friar Lang took a step backward, and the rain shrank slightly.

The monk surnamed Li turned red and kneaded the formula with his right hand again.

The sword light became flexible again.

“Ding, Ding, Ding…”

The sword light is changing all over the sky, stabbing the rain curtain from everywhere.

The rain curtain shrank and became smaller, almost close to the skin of friar Lang.

One step back, four or five breaths, friar Lang had retreated five or six feet.

He spewed out a mouthful of blood, but his rough face was not afraid. Instead, he shouted, “refreshing! It’s more refreshing than brother Pang’s fist!”

“You want to die!”

The friar surnamed Li was so angry that he pinched the formula with his hands. It seemed that he didn’t want to keep his hands.

The friar surnamed Lang laughed: “ha ha, brother Pang, if you don’t help, Lang Fanyun won’t be able to travel with you!”

“Ha ha, how dare Pang disobey brother Lang’s order!”

Yi Heng’s eyes lit up again.

How long has the Tang Dynasty passed on earth?

Pang Ban’s right hand clenched his fist and his body shape disappeared in situ.

The friar surnamed Li shouted “die!”, The left hand controls the flying sword, and the right hand clenches its fist to hit the right air.

A white fist suddenly appeared in the distance on his right.

“Boom!”

Their fists did not touch, but they made a loud noise.

Pang ban flew upside down, spilling blood in the air. At the same time, there was a heroic voice: “brother Lang is right. It’s really refreshing. It’s much more refreshing than brother Lang’s rain covered sword!”

With one blow, he was injured.

But despite the injury, the momentum only increased.

He suddenly twisted his body, like gathering the strength of his whole body in his right fist. His body flashed away and hit friar Li again.

“Ding Ding…”

Waves billow over the clouds, his body retreats rapidly, his face is dignified, and there are bleeding lines at the corners of his mouth.

But the momentum is not only unabated, but also more frustrated and brave.

Just listen to him yell: “brother Pang is really worthy of being the leader of the underworld. Langmou will also come!”

The rain covered sword of the right hand danced mysteriously, and the rain curtain close to the body was concentrated on the forehead in an instant.

At this time, the sword light just hit.

“Ding!” The sword light dissipated, and a three foot flying sword was found stranded in the air.

“Wow!”

He clenched his teeth fiercely, and his body didn’t retreat but advance. The rain covered sword danced again.

With him as the center, a string of sword light covered the friar surnamed Li like waves.

One wave is stronger than another, and one wave is higher than another.

Waves billow over clouds and rain cover sword technique has been applied to the extreme.

On the other side, Pang ban twisted his whole body like a cloth covered with water from his feet to his head. In an instant, he gathered his whole body’s strength into his right fist and hit friar Li.

“Hehe, it’s really fearless for ignorant people. Li admitted that if he fought with you at the same level, Li might even have difficulty running for his life, but now, he’s dead!”

The monk surnamed Li opened his eyes violently.

Pinch the finger formula with your left hand, clench your fist with your right hand and hit the void in front of you.

The stranded flying sword flashed away and stabbed directly into the center of the wave.

On the right fist, a shadow of the fist came out and hit the void directly.

“Ding ~”

“Boom ~”

The ferocious waves seemed to hit the hard rocks. With a harsh sound, the whole waves were instantly fragmented.

The rough face of waves and clouds showed a color of pain. The rain covered sword that never left the body immediately took off, and the whole person flew backwards.

In the void, where the shadow of the fist hits, it is Pang Ban’s right fist.

Pang Ban’s right fist was blurred, his arm twisted, and a huge force came from his right fist. The sleeves on his arm were broken in an instant, and the whole person flew away.

In the early days of Yuanying, even if they were two, they were still too far away in front of Yuanying’s later days.

The friar surnamed Li said with a fierce smile, “you can’t measure your strength and die!”

Pinch the finger formula with your left hand and hit pangban with your right fist.

I saw the sword light “whoosh” stabbing the flying waves and clouds, and the virtual shadow of my fist pressed against Pang Ban’s temple.

“Brother Pang, langmou will go first!”

“Ha ha, brother Lang, why did Pang fall behind brother Lang?”

The sword light has come and the fist wind is blowing.

The world enters the Tao with martial arts, cultivates to the golden elixir, breaks the void, and the two great masters who soar up will die in an instant.

At this moment, two identical monks suddenly appeared in the field.

Blue Taoist clothes, tall and tall.

A man stood in front of the waves and clouds, the middle finger and thumb of his right hand slightly bent, and bounced towards the sword light.

One man stood in front of Pang ban, and the index finger of his right hand went to the shadow of the fist.

Lang Fanyun and Pang ban were waiting to die. Friar Li was expressionless.

But the sudden change made the three people open their eyes.

The monk surnamed Li’s face changed, but then he smiled with schadenfreude.

“Ding ~”

“Shua ~”

Although it is one before and one after, the two closely connected sounds almost mix together.

The light of the sword disappears and the shadow of the fist disappears.

The three foot flying sword fell down with a whine.

The monk surnamed Li looked frightened, while the waves rolled over the clouds and Pang ban were both surprised and happy.

In the eyes of the three, two identical friars instantly overlapped and became a living friar standing among the three.

Friar Pang Chao and Friar Li fanlang.

Strong figure, firm face, lazy eyes.

The frightened face of friar Li calmed down slowly, bowed down and said, “Li Sancai, the Wuji sword sect, has no intention of offending the elder!”

It was Yi Heng who came here. He also knew why the three fought, so he gently waved his hand and said, “Li Daoyou doesn’t need to be polite. Go back and tell sword unknown Daoyou that you can’t force these scattered repairs!”

Li Sancai’s body was suddenly shocked, his eyes showed admiration, his waist was more curved, and said respectfully: “the words of the elder, Li Sancai must bring it, and the younger generation will leave first!”

Yi Heng didn’t turn around and waved his right hand gently.

Li Sancai breathed a sigh of relief, turned and galloped. With a move from his left hand, he followed the three foot flying sword in an instant.

The rough face of Lang Fanyun was still surprised, and he arched his hand and said, “elder, can Lang repay for his help?”

Pang ban also arched his hands and thanked: “senior means all over the sky. I think Pang has no chance to return!”

Although they were reborn from the dead, their bearing was still extraordinary. With one word, they had to skip the return.

Obviously, both of them are masters on earth. Even if they die, they will never be favored by others, let alone coerced by grace.

Yi Heng chuckled and said, “brother Pang, fix your heart. Your heart is as strong as a rock. You can’t attack! Brother Lang, fix your feelings. Your feelings are deep and impeccable. Is Yi right?”

As soon as they said this, they saw their faces change greatly.

Even when I was just facing death, there was no such upheaval.

Then the two looked at each other, and Pang ban asked tentatively, “it’s no mistake to see through this with the cultivation of the elder, but I don’t know what else the elder can see through?”

Seeing that they were not satisfied, Yi Heng smiled and said, “it’s said in the Jianghu that brother Lang takes Dongting as his teacher. Only by being extremely emotional can he be extremely good at sword. The rain covered sword technique ranks first in the black list. I don’t know whether it’s right or not?”

The waves rolled over the clouds, and his tall body suddenly softened, and his face looked like seeing a ghost.

“Brother Pang, the demon master, is even worse. He is already the first master of the devil’s way. He hasn’t been out of the world for 20 years. Just because there is no opponent to fight against, brother Pang was born when brother Lang’s rain covered sword appeared, right?”

His white face was also shocked.

Yi Heng didn’t want to let them go. He continued: “the sword of waves and clouds and the fist of Pang ban are finally in the depths of Dongting, but the battle has no result, leaving only two words.”

They stared at him with four eyes. It was obvious that they had never heard of it.

“At that time, the moon was shining, and the clouds came back!” Yi Heng sighed softly, “after that, who in the Jianghu would have thought that you two would break the void and fly to this place at the same time?”

Waves, clouds and Pang ban were finally completely convinced and asked, “who is the elder?”

Quoting Mr. Huang Yi’s “overturning clouds and rain”, I have read this book many times and like the characters very much. I still can’t help but let them survive.