The Path Toward Heaven

The smoke gradually fell, and the line of sight gradually became clear. The palace walls that were far apart had a similar miserable shape. The wall peeled off and there were many holes. It looked like a monument tens of thousands of years ago.

The palace wall to the south is the most miserable, with a huge gap, about tens of feet wide.

Even fist back in March.

Everyone's eyes were on her fist, and it followed, and finally fell on her face, full of awe and fear.

Her movements are not beautiful, they are very ordinary, just like her people.

But who saw the previous battle, who dare to say that this is ordinary?

Everyone knows that even March is the strongest thing in the spiritual world, but not many people have seen her shot, because she has not really shot for many years, and the people who saw her shot many years ago are basically dead. .People only know today that she is really so strong, so terrible, even stronger and more terrible than the legend.

Kou Qingtong, the last strong man of the blood demon religion, was beaten by her into such a ghost look.

Jing Jiu knew what kind of person she was, and her victory over Kou Qingtong was also expected, so she was calm, but there was a slight worry in her eyes.

"Yunmeng Mountain's background is indeed deep, and the individual is very strong when he comes, but for me, it is still slightly weaker." Lian March said to the real person.

Talking about how a real person is dead, at this time can not help but smile bitterly, said: "This is not just picked out."

No matter how deep the Yunmeng Mountain is, there is only one murderer like Kou Qingtong.

"But he is not as good as you." Lian March stared at Tan Zhenren's eyes and said, "So I want to hit you."

Qingshan Zong and the Zhongzhou faction agreed on a five-game tiebreaker, and the winner can fight forever.

Winning the first game in March, of course, qualified to play the second game.

But no one thought that she had just defeated Kou Qingtong, the strong man of this rank, and then she had to challenge the real person.

The palace became quiet again.

This time no one really liked her.

Talking about real people is really the strongest person in the mainland, and even said in March that even Kou Qingtong is not as good as him.

Even if he is stronger in March, he has just defeated Kou Qingtong, which will inevitably be extremely costly and obviously injured. How can he defeat Tan Zhenren?

Somewhat unexpectedly, Tan Zhenren did not reject her like Jing Jiu, calmly said: "Please."

Even March looked at him, with an expression of appreciation in his eyes, and said, "I said, you are a good person, so I let you shoot first."

Earlier, she and Kou Qingtong once said that if she shot first, no one would have a chance.

Is it true that talking about real people is no exception?

Talking about the feeling that real people are not being humiliated, they began to prepare seriously, put their hands in front of them, and then began to adjust the distance and angle.

His expression is really serious, like a farmer preparing to plow the field to sharpen the knives, and a general who is about to go out to polish the knives.

After a while, his hands no longer moved, about a foot and a half apart, his fingers spread slightly, like a hug surrounded by a void.

Making sure everything is perfect, Tan Zhenren raised his head and looked at Lian March, saying, "Okay."

Lian March suddenly laughed.

She made Tan Tan shoot, and Tan Tan really only had one hand.

How indifferent, how proud.

This is the style of Zhongzhou faction.

But she didn't want to shoot first, and faced with those hands, it was also extremely difficult to think.

Talking about real people's hands is not simple, the void that she is holding feels like another real space, with an extremely subtle meaning and dangerous.

Lian March looked quietly at the hands and began to calculate.

Tan Zhen did not move, let her watch.

As time passed slowly, Zhaoxia returned to the sky of Chaoge City.The palace was still quiet, and everyone was watching the field nervously, knowing that it was not as simple as confrontation, but talking about the realm and the realm of Lian March was too subtle to understand.

A yawning sound suddenly sounded in the side hall. Ping Yongjia felt bored and said, "When did it start?"

In the quiet palace, many people heard his words and glared at each other.

Even in March, I heard this sentence, smiled slightly, pointed out a drop of water in the wind with my index finger, and bounced towards the opposite side.

The drop of water crossed a distance of several miles and fell into the hands of the real person without any errors.

The void suddenly rippled up and down like a lake.

Not even the first shot in March.

Talking about real people also did not shoot.

But this battle between the strongest in the continent began.

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The lake gradually became calm, the ripples gradually widened, and several arcs radiated out.

When the waves are rolling, the lake is the lake, and the river is the river. Only when it calms down will it become a mirror.

At this time, the void between the hands of a real person turned into a mirror with a few arcs glowing on it.

The smallest mirror can also accommodate the widest sky, as long as the distance is far enough, or the law is strong enough.

The entire imperial city entered the mirror at this moment, and then was split into different pictures by the arc, interlaced with each other, superimposed, and occasionally separated.

The world in the real world has also changed, and the palace group seems to be cut into several sections, and it looks very strange and dazzling.

Some bold and curious eunuchs looked at it twice, then they couldn't bear it anymore, and they passed out.

Some ministers in the temple also covered their foreheads and slumped on the ground.

Those strong sectarians in the sky, seeing the picture on the side, also felt that Dao Xin was slightly confused, and quickly turned their faces.

Bu Qiuxiao ordered ordinary disciples like Liu Shisui and Xi Yiyun to close their eyes, and then looked at the square, admiring again.

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Talking about the real person's hands slowly close, the void is deformed and twisted.

The two palaces in the two pictures are close together, and an unimaginable huge force appears on the square with the superposition of space.

There are countless crisp crackles in the silent palace, which may be the sound of space cutting or the annihilation of space debris.

Countless winds rushed out of those cracks and cracks, walking through the square, if not shielded by the imperial city array, I was afraid that the palace wall would be destroyed in an instant.

Even in March, the black hair fluttered, his face pale, and the corners of his lips overflowed with blood.

In the battle with Kou Qingtong, she could not bear minor injuries. At this time, she was squeezed by space, and the injuries suddenly broke out.

If she wants to win this battle, she must use the most violent offensive to interrupt the way of talking about the real person. The problem is that although the real person is a mirror-holder, he is also a person in the mirror. Where in the space, how can he attack him?

Even March took a step forward and found a passage between the sky mirrors.

That passage does not lead to the true body of a real person, but through the round of rising sun in the sky.

She was not prepared to fly away, just wanted to see the sun.

A beam of morning light came from the east sky, passed through the space debris in the imperial city, and fell on her accurately.

In the clear morning light, her figure seemed extremely tall.

She reached out her right hand to grab the morning light, and then gave it a firm grip.

An indescribable noise rang in the palm of her hand.

It's like a broken string, a flying sword, or a magic weapon burst.

Morning break!

Even March did not let go, Chenguang kept refracting and conflicting in her palm, and finally overflowed between her fingers, turned into pieces, and went in all directions.

The space mirrors in the Imperial City were occupied by the particles of the morning light at the same time, and all of them instantly turned white. It looked like countless sheets of paper, and the picture was very magical.

"open!"

He drank in March and threw the morning light in his hand to the ground.

Milky white light particles rolled on the ground, like waves and mist.

At the same time, the light particles in those space mirrors also began to hit the edge uninterruptedly, making a crackling noise like a rainstorm.

I do n’t know whether it ’s because the edge is about to collapse, or the strong attraction between the morning light particles. The space mirrors are gradually getting closer, and the palace group will gradually return to its original normal appearance.

There is a tower in the imperial garden in the west of the palace, but at this time it is in the sky above.

With the means of March, the tower slowly floated back towards the Western Imperial Garden.

At this time, Tan Zhenren came out of the tower.