Chapter 863

Seeing a strong man walking down in the void, the people of the sunset lonely smoke City couldn't help but show a dignified color and stare at the sky. It seems that something big is going to happen.

Looking at the solitary smoke of Ximen in front, Pang Qing's eyes became dignified. He turned and ordered the people of Sanqing fairy Palace: "go to the distance quickly and don't get close to here."

"Yes, elder Pang." All the people spoke in unison, turned into streamers and shot into the distance.

Ximen Guyan sees those people leave, but he doesn't stop them. They are just disciples of Sanqing fairy palace. Hatred doesn't involve others. This is the default rule in the practice world. Otherwise, if he attacks those people in Sanqing fairy palace, pangqing will kill the people in sunset Guyan city.

The more powerful people reach a high level, they will not easily take action, just because they have too strong power. Once they take action, they will not be as simple as one or two lives.

Soon, there were only three figures left in the void.

Qin Xuan, Ximen Guyan and Pang Qing.

"You go down too." Ximen Gu Yan looked at Qin Xuan and said slowly. His face looked very calm, making people unable to see happiness and anger.

"OK." Qin Xuan nodded and didn't say much. He shot down quickly, but he didn't enter the city master's house. Instead, he stood on a tall building and could still see the scene in the void.

"Now, only you and me are left." Ximen's lonely flue, the voice fell, he slowly raised his palm, and a supreme force came down, as if it turned into a defensive light curtain to cover the sunset smoke city.

"I didn't tell you anything about her daughter." Pang Qing stared at Ximen Guyan. Ximen Guyan suddenly became so angry that it must have something to do with it.

"If you talk too much, you have to pay a price."

Ximen's solitary smoke spits out a sound, his steps step out gently, and his body suddenly disappears in place, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

"Where are the people?" The crowd watching from below suddenly looked sluggish. Why did they suddenly disappear?

Almost instantaneously, Pang Qing's figure also disappeared there. After he left, the place he had just occupied made a loud noise. The whole space collapsed in an instant, leaving no space debris, and directly turned into a vacuum.

Qin Wei's pupils can be destroyed at will.

"Brother Feng, what was your saint's realm at your peak?" Qin Xuan suddenly thought that Feng Qing was also a saint, so he couldn't help asking.

"It's too early to tell you this. Anyway, you just need to remember that it's very powerful."

A long voice came, and Qin Xuan was speechless. He felt hurt and looked down on him so much?

"Your master's state has exceeded my peak period. He is very powerful." The wind is clear and clear.

"How about Bi pangqing?" Qin Xuan is curious.

"Pang Qing?" Feng Qing sneered and said sarcastically, "he's just a man with mediocre talent. He's lucky to break through the sage. He belongs to the bottom among the saints. I can erase him in my peak period. He doesn't even dare to fart in front of me!"

"No, he is the supreme elder of Sanqing fairy palace." Qin Xuan feels a little incredible. Is the supreme Presbyterian Council of Sanqing fairy palace so weak?

Listening to Feng Qing's tone, he seems to disdain Pang Qing. Have they seen him before?

"What about Sanqing fairy palace? Today's Sanqing fairy palace has lost the style of the top holy land of cultivation." Feng Qing sighed, a little lonely and disappointed in his tone.

"That's what my master said." Qin Xuan nodded and said that the master admired the Sanqing fairy palace in those years, which was enough to see how respected it was.

But since the fall of Sanqing old man, everything has changed.

On the boundless void, there seems to be a sea of stars, as if it is the top of the sky. Few people can step on it.

But at the moment, on this sea of stars, there are two figures standing opposite each other. It is Ximen Guyan and pangqing.

Pang Qing stared coldly at Ximen's solitary smoke and said, "I've heard that Ximen's solitary smoke zither skill is excellent and the sky is mysterious. I want to ask for advice today!"

"Ask for advice?" Ximen Gu Yan looked at Pang Qing contemptuously, and then spit out a voice: "you don't deserve it."

Pang Qing's face was stiff. Unexpectedly, Ximen Guyan was so arrogant that he didn't pay attention to him at all. Did he really think he was strong?

"Where's your Han Yan Qin? Why don't you take it out?" Pang Qingleng said.

As a saint, he naturally knows that the magic weapon of Ximen Guyan's life is the Han Yan Qin, which is a very powerful holy instrument. Although it is not the best holy instrument, it can be comparable to the best holy instrument in Ximen Guyan's hands.

"For you, you don't need to take cold smoke, so as not to stain my cold smoke piano." Simon Gu Yan said indifferently, "now, pay the price for what you said before."

Before Pang Qing could react, Ximen Gu Yan's hands trembled at the same time, and a Lingqi harp appeared in front of him. This Lingqi harp was very solid and gathered from endless Lingqi, as if it were a real magic weapon.

In the hands of saints, even the most ordinary heaven and earth aura can exert infinite power. Therefore, many saints do not use divine soldiers because it is unnecessary.

Pang Qing saw that Ximen Guyan fought with his aura directly, and the lines on his face suddenly became a little distorted, showing a ferocious color. Ximen Guyan was deceptive!

Pang Qing clasped his palm forward, and suddenly the clouds and clouds turned pale on the sky. There were faint purple lightning surging in it, filled with destructive waves.

However, Ximen Guyan's face is still as indifferent as before. The strings of his palm fluctuate rapidly, and the sound of the piano comes out. It is extremely sharp, just like the sharpest weapon in the world, cutting everything.

"Kill!"

With a loud drink, Pang Qing clasped his palm and listened to a dull thunder sound. A purple lightning burst out of the clouds and instantly penetrated the endless space and killed the body of Ximen's solitary smoke.

"Out." Ximen's lonely smoke spits out a sound, and his fingertips brush several strings. The strings tremble at the same time, breaking out terrible power.

Countless piano sounds diffuse out, intertwined into a huge network, and wrapped towards the purple lightning. A strange force flows on the huge network and entangles the purple lightning. The thunder force is gradually suppressed and finally disappears.

"This... What power is this?" Pang Qing's face changed slightly. He understood the way of thunder and had terrible power. Although he didn't do his best just now, he still couldn't be underestimated. Ximen Guyan resisted it easily, which shocked him.

Ximen Guyan's hand movement still didn't stop, but faster and faster. Just listening to the piano sound became very light, crisp and pleasant, and the rhythm became faster and faster. The surrounding space began to resonate faintly, and the strings vibrated all the time.

At this moment, Pang Qing felt that the surrounding space was close to him. He looked cold. The infinite thunder and lightning itself bloomed and turned into a giant dragon. The sound of dragon singing came out, and the Thunder Dragon directly blasted the space into ruins.

However, the piano sound is continuous, and the artistic conception changes. It is no longer light and pleasant, but sonorous and heavy, which makes people feel that the heart beats faster. A peerless sword suddenly appears in the sea of stars, threatening the meaning of endless killing and cutting, pointing directly at Pang Qing.

"Go!" Ximen's solitary smoke hand brushed the strings of the piano, and immediately countless sharp swords came out towards pangqing, shooting down like sword rain. There was no place to hide when rolling the space.

Looking at the sword rain coming from all over the sky, Pang Qing's eyes showed a dignified color, his hands stretched out, and huge ancient thunder seals condensed in his palm, surrounded behind him. Each ancient thunder seal was filled with a terrible smell of destruction, which seemed to bury everything.

When the sword was about to be killed, Pang Qing showed a sneer at the corners of his mouth, slapped his palm, and the thunder ancient seal went ahead to destroy the sword.

"Keng..." the sharp sword stabbed on the ancient seal of thunder, making a metallic clang sound, which was very harsh. A terrible attack afterwave spread, and the space was shocked by it.

However, sharp swords are all transformed by the sound of the piano, as if they are living and condensing continuously, and stabbing the ancient seal of thunder one after another.

The ancient seal of thunder was bombarded by sharp swords. Cracks appeared on the ancient seal and began to break one after another. Expose the pangqing body inside.

At this time, Ximen Gu Yan suddenly flashed a cold light in his eyes, his fingers trembled suddenly, and a zither sound burst out. The zither sound was extremely sharp and stronger than any previous one.

How fast is the piano sound? In a moment, it crosses an endless distance and falls behind Pang Qing.

A cold feeling came from behind. Pang Qing's body trembled violently and turned around. Suddenly, he felt a gorgeous brilliance in front of his eyes, some dazzling.

I saw the sound of the piano cut through his right arm like an arc, bringing a faint red line and outlining a perfect arc.

Then, accompanied by a sharp pain spread, Pang Qing issued a howling cry in his mouth. He looked at his right arm and saw that his right arm was cut open by Qi gen, and blood burst out from the crack, which could not be stopped at all.

Pang Qing's face was ferocious, as if he was suffering a lot. His left hand tried to cover the fracture, as if he wanted to stop the outflow of blood. At the same time, he looked at Ximen's solitary smoke, and there was a trace of fear in the depths of his eyes.

Only at that moment did he really feel how terrible Ximen Guyan's power was. Ximen Guyan actually left his hand with that blow, otherwise his right arm would not remain there.

At this time, Ximen Guyan had turned his back and walked away step by step. When he came to a very far distance, a ethereal voice came slowly.

"This time is just a lesson for you. I hope Sanqing fairy Palace won't try to challenge my patience again. Otherwise, I don't guarantee that I won't do some crazy things. Go back and tell shangqingzi what I said. Also, don't come to me again. I'll go to Sanqing mountain to find him in person and let him wait."

Pang Qing looked at Ximen Guyan's back gradually becoming small, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes. Why did he promise to go down the mountain at the beginning? Now he is not only ashamed, but also seriously injured. The gain is not worth the loss.

After taking a look at his injury, Pang Qing also turned and walked down, looking extremely anxious. Now he must rush to Sanqing fairy palace as soon as possible and treat it with top-level magic medicine, otherwise his right arm may be completely useless.