Zhutian Xianwu Editor

The battlefield between Yan Nantian and Xihe was expanding, and they moved into the Shaolin Temple unknowingly without their own control.

Every time the two meteors intersect, it is accompanied by a terrifying power, the surrounding buildings are affected, and one house after another becomes ruins.

More and more martial arts heroes gathered on the mountain, but no one dared to approach them within one mile. The other martial arts masters and monks who originally remained in the Shaolin Temple had already been frightened by this horrible movement.

After a hundred breaths, everyone didn't know how many times the two had already fought, but the Shaolin Temple in Nuo Da was almost turned into ruins.

There was a loud bang.

The two of them did not know when they hit the Daxiong Hall. The whole towering and mighty hall was shattered, and the broken stone beams continued to fall.

Countless people's eyes are dull

I don't know how many years this Great Hall of Heroes has been established, but it can't even survive the battle between the two people.

"Too terrible! Too enchanting!"

"Who else can be their opponent in this world!"

"This is the innate strong, too powerful, no one in the world can stop it!"

Some people have been shocked to the point where they can't speak normally. They just look at the Shaolin Temple, which has been turned into ruins, with fear and desire in their eyes.

However, with the collapse of the Daxiong Palace, the movement of the fighting also stopped.

"What's the matter, is it that the winner has already been divided?"

Everyone didn't know the details, although they were extremely curious, they did not dare to approach half a step.

"Look, what is that!"

At this moment, a crimson light rose from the ruins.

The sword cyclone vortex composed of thousands of sword gangs blooms like a big sun.

On the other side, a black arrow pierced through the space and went directly into the whirlpool.

boom!!

As if a star exploded, the crimson sword cyclone vortex gradually distorted, then burst into bursts, and terrifying energy waves smashed around and spread out.

A huge mushroom cloud suddenly rose.

The broken stones and dust spread like a storm.

Smoke and dust billowed, and in an instant, within a kilometer of a radius, all buildings collapsed and the earth was shaking, and some people fled in horror.

Both of them obviously made a hit with all their strength, which made people feel suffocated.

After this time, the two of them were completely silent, and there was no more movement.

"This time it should really be the winner." Someone said.

A pair of eyes stared at the center of the dusty field, wanting to see who came out first.With the movements the two had just shown, they can no longer determine who is stronger and who will win the final victory by who is higher.

Even the "punishers", at this time, they didn't bother to chase down the remnants of Shaolin Temple, they were also paying close attention to them, and for the first time they did not have complete confidence in their invincible leader.

"Come out!" someone exclaimed, pointing to the figure walking out of the ruins.

"Daxia Yan lost!"

The figure that came out was Xi He, dragging a heavy spear, her clothes torn, revealing a bloody body, with long hair flying, like a hell Raksha.

Xihe ignored the pair of gazes, facing the crowd of "punishers" who greeted us, her perfect face was expressionless, she opened her mouth: "Let's go."

Everyone unanimously gave way, facing the slender figure that was too young, no one dared to look straight, and only instinctive tremors remained in their hearts.

The purple-robed "Punisher" didn't ask what the result was, but ordered them to follow Xihe behind and leave with their partner's body.

After a long time, Xihe and the "Punisher" disappeared on the mountain, and the pressure suddenly relaxed.

"Impossible, uncle can't lose!" Jiang Wuyou looked flustered and ran towards the place where Yan Nantian finally disappeared.

Jiang Wuque followed behind him, his eyes also worrisome: "You calm down, the uncle's martial arts is so high, you won't die easily."

However, there was a figure running faster than them, and it was Yan Nantian's best friend Lu Zhongyuan.

He had just been entrusted by Yan Nantian to take away the Jiang Feng couple and the woman who had no shortage of servants in the temple, so as to avoid accidents, so he came late.

"I'm okay." A faint voice sounded in the ruins, and the three Jiang Wuque's expressions changed from worry to joy, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Nantian looked at the three of them and sighed leisurely.

Compared to Xihe, although Yan Nantian looked embarrassed, his clothes were almost torn, and he could barely cover the vitals, but there were almost no serious injuries on his body.

The result of this stop seemed to end in a tie between the two.

Yan Nantian was promoted to innate, his physique was baptized with spiritual energy, reborn, his true energy was transformed into a higher level of true essence, no matter in quality or quantity, it was not comparable to the past, and he was also powerful in marrying clothes, and his body was almost not bad. .

However, even so, he still failed to suppress the only acquired Xihe, in addition to better physical defenses, other aspects did not prevail.

Although innately terrible, Xihe, who cultivated the miraculous art of Yulong Nine Performances, has pure and heavy Zhenqi quality, which is comparable to Innate True Essence.Moreover, because of the communication of all veins and the development of the potential of the body with Yulong Jiuyan, even if the realm is not innate, Xi He's physique is similar to that of the innate who has been baptized with spiritual energy.

As for the true meaning of martial arts that Yan Nantian understood when he crossed his innate time, logically, he should be better in realm. However, what he encountered was Xi and the enchanting evil that has not appeared in a hundred years, and also the teaching of Ji Wushang. Common sense takes it.

The result of this battle in Shaolin Temple, with the departure of countless martial arts heroes who were watching the battle at that time, spread throughout the world in a very short time.

The innate powerhouse is no longer a legend, and the power of shots is more like ghosts and gods. Countless people worship and yearn. Yan Nantian reappears in the martial arts, and his reputation is better than that of the past.

On the other hand, the interface of the future world is shocking and speechless to Yan Nantian, who is not in the wind. The stronger the higher the level, the more difficult it is to understand the magic. Apart from a sigh of evildoers, they don’t know how to talk about it. .

Not surprisingly, Yan Nantian and Xihe were gradually regarded by some as the top two peerless powerhouses at the time.

Even the Saint Master of Zhenwu Temple and the true biography of those Saint Masters were suppressed by the two of them.

Chapter 45, How lonely is invincibility

The hall was empty and silent.

Ji Wushang sat on the white jade seat, his eyes closed slightly.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and whispered softly: "Another one died?"

The figure of Shu Han appeared in the hall, his handsome face like a demon dignified.

"Ren Xiaoyao, a step late, failed to save him."

Ji Wushang's face was calm: "It's a pity, this is a dead brain."