The Path Toward Heaven

Was he actually beaten?

He was blown away by a punch!

How can this be!

The daze and anger in Kou Qingtong's eyes turned into a wildfire and began to burn wildly!

He let out a beast-like howl, bounced from the ground, stepped on the stone wall of Tianmen with his feet, and flew back into the palace!

The stone and dust in the straight deep pit bounced with the sound of Peng.

Ying Tianmen rapped and slowly began to collapse, and the cloud of clouds drifted into the sky.

Kou Qingtong came back faster than he went.

He reached out to the sky with his right hand, pulled off a glow of morning glow, turned into a piece of blood, and smashed it down.

Even the sleeves of March fluttered lightly, rolling down a cloud, turning into a sky full of flowers, and then greeted him.

Every trace of blood in those bloodlights was Kou Qingtong's fist.

Every flower in that sea of ​​flowers is a fist for March.

The fist meets the fist.

Killing intentions and killing intentions hedge.

The morning glow reflected the sea of ​​flowers.

Don't be red.

Blood red.(grimace)

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There are no signs of Lian March and Kou Qingtong in the Palace Square, only the violent wind and the bloody sky.

Thunder sounded again, and then there was no interruption.

The air waves swept over the gravel and hit the palace wall with a crackling sound, like a rainstorm.

The vermillion palace wall, which had been peeling off the wall, was instantly riddled with holes, like the beach after the rain, and looked very miserable.

The grit like rain and arrows also hit the palace, and the ministers hid back in the palace. Ping Yongjia closed the window at the fastest speed, put down the tea cup, and protected his face.

Jing Jiu did not move and looked quietly over there.

Jin Xun and Niu Xun sat on the ground with their eyes closed and knees closed, trying to maintain the operation of the imperial city to prevent these two peerless murderers from ruining everything here.

At the most dangerous moment, Tan Zhenren waved his sleeves, and spent a very pure Zhenyuan into the stone pillar, so that the large array stabilized.

I don't know how long it has passed. Without warning, the thunder stopped and the gusty wind stopped.

There is a gap in the sky full of morning glow, which is more beautiful.

Lian March was opposed to Kou Qingtong, still a few miles away.

Kou Qingtong gasped continuously, with blood all over his body. He looked puzzled in even March's eyes and asked, "Why are you doing this?"

The situation in March was obviously much better. The black hair fluttered in the wind, but there was a bloodshot on the corner of the lips, and said, "That's because you are too weak."

A bit of cruelty flashed in Kou Qingtong's eyes and said, "That's because you haven't seen my true cruel side!"

Suddenly in March, his expression changed slightly, and he extended his right hand to catch a falling petal.

The peach flower that she inserted on the temple side was finally shaken by a petal.

Looking at the petals in the palm of her hand, there was a hint of pity on her face, and then her eyes became more cold, or ruthless.

Kou Qingtong inexplicably felt a little palpitations. The previous battle was so fierce. That peach flower was actually inserted between her sideways. Isn't she trying her best?

Even March raised his head and looked at him expressionlessly: "Do you know what it was like when I was really cruel?"

After saying this, she opened her arms, her hands as white as jade stretched out of her sleeves, palms up, and pointed at the sky.

The sea of ​​clouds began to churn, and the sky and the sky were torn apart by a huge invisible force, heading towards Shino, just like the blood flowing slowly from the roof.

The sky is more blue, and then gradually becomes a blue color, as if it is a little closer to the ground.

Even March's palms sank slightly.

If the two pictures are connected together, it will even make people think that the sky is on her palm.

Looking at the scene, Kou Qingtong made a strange cry and stepped back without hesitation.

The question is how do people walk between the sky and the earth, and how do they escape under the sky?

Thousands of very faint lines appeared in the blue sky.

Each line is the fist of March.

In a few minutes, she threw more than three thousand punches!

Kou Qingtong is worthy of being the only strong man who survived the blood demon religion. In the face of such a violent offensive, he could still defend.

But defense is useless.

As even Lian March said, as long as she starts to take a real shot, she can't fight back for convenience!

Blood Demon Secret Method, Defeat!

Zhongzhou sent Taoism to disperse!

In a very short period of time, Kou Qingtong exhibited more than a thousand years of repairs. I do n’t know how many occult studies that have been lost have kept appearing, but they have no meaning at all.

Because he can't stop the fists like the sky!

A loud noise!

Lian March ’s fist was drawn from the blue sky, as if a dragon was pulled out, hitting Kou Qingtong from the top down.

Kou Qingtong's blood was violent, his breath soared, and his palms moved upwards, barely blocking the punch.

With a click, he knelt to the ground on one knee. His knees, which exceeded the magic weapon, shattered instantly, and the ground shattered, forming a cobweb with hundreds of square feet.

Time stopped at this moment.

The sound also disappeared.

Whether it was the trembling eunuch over the palace wall and the pale-faced secret guards, or the solemn ministers in the hall, they remained in their original postures and remained motionless.

This is the difference in time flow rate caused by the great difference in speed.

Even March looked back to Jing Jiu, revealing a childlike naive smile, thinking that now it is you who cannot catch up with me.

Then she turned her head and looked at Kou Qingtong, her smile gradually condensing, like looking at a dead man, slamming her fist and blasting it again.

Kou Qingtong's realm is indeed extremely high, but when everything in the palace is still, he can still move.

But his speed was still slower, his hands were just withdrawn from the top of his head, and he had no time to block him.

Seeing that fist was getting closer and closer, there was a sigh of helplessness in his eyes.

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Kou Qingtong flew out again.

Same as last time.

Simple.

Everything that is unusual in the world.

Even the route is the same, or the ditch, he still flew out of the gap in the palace wall. When the imperial city is rebuilt in the future, at least some money can be saved.

Ying Tianmen, who had fallen in a corner and was slowly falling, was directly hit by his body again and fell down suddenly.

This time Kou Qingtong did not stop, but continued to go south, and flew a long distance, hitting heavily under the city wall before finally stopping.

A large hole was opened in the city wall, revealing the space inside. The officials of the Qingtian Division, who were maintaining the forbidden array, looked here in amazement, and Gu Pan's expression changed slightly.

Kou Qingtong was lying among the gravel on the ground, his body had been severely deformed, and there was blood everywhere. There was a light spot in the blood, and his eyes were scattered.

But he was extremely powerful. He suffered such a serious injury that he didn't turn into a spot on the spot and died.

A huge shadow overshadowed the city walls, and three valley masters of the Zhongzhou faction broke through the wind, watching the people in the imprisonment screaming: "No one is allowed to move.

They were close to the ruins, preparing to take Kou Qingtong back to Yunchuan.

At this moment, a whistle sounded.

The sound of the flute was melodious like water, and it was like a reflection of a willow branch on the water, but it was full of killing intent.