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As soon as I stepped on the bronze bell, An Qisheng felt an extremely thick, oppression like an invisible gas wall.

But he was so restrained that he struck into it with pure physical force in one step.

Then, pinch five fingers and hit the bronze bell!

Humming ~

The clock wave is like ripples, and the air moves like paper in the wind.

The mighty air currents emptied the waves in time, accompanied by the low and melodious bells that roared in all directions!

Boom!

Like a meteor falling to the ground, the stars are hammers, and the earth is a drum!

The sound waves that fluttered instantly caused the scalp of thousands of monks in the whole martial arts field to explode, and their hearts were shaking!

Even, his body trembled like electricity, his bones and internal organs were numb.

He even made his legs soft under the bell and fell to his knees.

Qi Zhongbo reverberates through the sky and can be heard for hundreds of miles.

All of a sudden, the monks in the entire Huangjue Temple were alarmed.

Someone struck Huang Jiezhong? !!

Outside the Huanghuangjue Temple, a Confucian in a blue shirt looked up and saw the layers of air and waves intertwine, like a cloud of mushrooms suddenly exploding.

The howling air blew away the clouds above hundreds of squares.

I was trembling in the cold hovering hovering above the sky, and almost planted it, rising suddenly and fleeing.

"Is someone ringing the emperor's clock?"

Outside the Huanghuangjue Temple, the blue-shirted Confucianist heard the sound, and his eyes rippled:

"Is that the old monk out of customs?"

"Sir, this is the old monk who has gone out of custody ..."

Listening to the tumultuous waves of bell waves and the mighty waves of empty waves, all the people behind the blue-shirted Confucian looked a little dignified.

They have the most powerful information system, and they naturally know very much about a behemoth like Huangjue Temple, which is like a country in a country.

This mouth is the most amazing creation king of the martial arts. How could they not know?

Likewise, they know that there are only two or three people who can ring this bell in Huangjue Temple, but those two or three people are not in Huangjue Temple at this moment.

At this moment, isn't it the only old monk who can ring the bell in Huangjue Temple?

Qing shirt Confucian calmed down his mind, and stepped towards Huangjue Temple:

"Yes or no, you know at a glance!"

The monks at Huangjue Temple such as Sanyin Seal and Sankong were also shocked.

San Sankong's old face was even more tinged with deep astonishment.

He's seen the bell ringing from his predecessor, but even that senior is by no means so easy.

Hey lala ~

In an air explosion like a stormy sea, An Qisheng's clothes were hunting.

The violent sound of Sin was in fierce friction with the suffocation gas spreading all over his body, so that his whole body flickered at a glance, and the burst of bubbles burst into the sound of a tiger-screaming dragon.

Luan Qisheng's eyes suddenly glowed.

He burst into full force, breaking through the heavy invisible gas field and struck on the bronze bell.

At the same time that the chirped bell trembled, an indescribable force of force also spread from his palm to every subtle place in the body.

It was only moments ago that his healty pores were unfolded, his muscles and even his internal organs began to tremble and tremble under the pressure of this infinite force.

There are not many impurities, which are immediately vaporized into smoke and discharged out!

的 The internal force swollen in the blood boils for it, and the fusion with the blood is becoming more and more behind it, which is the rapid turning of the Qi in the veins, all of which have a nearly pure general effect!

It's like washing hair and washing the pulp!

Spiritual shock!

Lu Anqi was still in shape, and her bounced palm fell again:

"Two!"

Boom!

Tong Zhongsheng, who weighed millions of pounds, was knocked and slammed!

The bells trembled again, and the waves resurrected!

"what!"

The distance is too close. Even though a number of monks have already prepared for this, the shocked man turned his back, his eyes darkened, and his mind buzzed.

Yinbo is enough to kill.

If not, the people present were all martial arts fighters for many years.

This time, I don't know how many people will be broken by the eardrum, or even killed on the spot!

"It's so easy."

There was a huge wave in Wu Fu's heart.

He Anqisheng was not surprised by ringing the bronze bell, but this gesture was too easy.

Xihuang Juezhong is more than just a bell, it is also a magical soldier. When you ring the bell, you have to face a horrible counter-shock force that will shock the pulse of the blood.

敲 One ringing, two rings without even breathing?

The physique of this old Taoist is so arrogant?

"This bell is really precious!"

I slammed down here, An Qi grew and fluttered, and the whole body was shaking with a very strange rhythm.

The muscles, blood, qi, internal force, and energy of the Qi pulse, under the shock of this wave, have a tendency to merge!

An Qisheng's thoughts disappeared as soon as he thought.

On the dazzling mirror, the essence of martial arts has never been practiced.

Hard Qigong, Thirteen Taibao Henglian, Long Yin Admiralty Cover, Tiger Roar Iron Shirt, Anode Gold Body, Dragon Elephant King Kong ... Xuan Xing, Jiu Fujie, countless horizontal exercises he has learned Learning, emerged in his mind one after another.

After the Hammer killed the Red Sun King, in the two months that drove the beast tide, he was dreaming about himself almost all the time, and summed up his own secret practice.

But progress is not too fast.

繁 The complicated horizontal training methods of the two realms and the complexity of his own vitality and physique, he has no predecessors to learn, but can only deduced step by step.

此时 But at this time, under the pressure of the bronze bell's anti-shock force, every inch of his skin, every inch of his physique, and every inch of his veins are under tremendous pressure in all directions without dead ends.

There was fierce resistance.

Under this state, the essence of countless practice of martial arts and his own physique, the Qi pulse responded one-on-one at the same time under the heavy blow reaction, and in his heart, countless inspirations arose!

"Not enough, not enough!"

Luan Qisheng's eyes were so hot that she even forgot about her bet with Fuxin and Sankong for a moment.

He was immersed in this state, his spine bounced like a dragon, and his arm with its radiant light dropped again.

Go all out!

Boom!

Three bronze bells ring!

The wave of air that has not fallen is a masterpiece again, like the roar of a real dragon above the boundless ocean, and the waves of tsunami are rising again!

Suddenly, dozens of evergreen and old trees around the Yanwu field smelled of the wind, and the leaves fell 簌簌.

诸多 Many monks in the entire martial arts stadium can't bear it anymore, and they all sit down on the ground and carry their inner strength against the stress waves.

Old monks such as San Sankong and Sanyin stared at each other.

He did not bother, but walked to the nearest place, Zhong Bo hit the ground, and sat down.

Bian Fuxin's heart was shaking, and she was keenly aware of the benefits.

之下 Under the shock of this bell, it was able to wash people's physical spirit.

Immediately, he immediately pressed Huiguo to the ground and let it run like a dragon-like King Kong to feel the bell tremble.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Qi Zhongbo is like a tide, and one wave is higher than the other.

The bell is so loud, it has a masculine vibe that shakes people's hearts.

The entire Huangjue Temple seems to be shaking, the ground seems to be shaking, and the magnitude is incredible.

"Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen! The bell rings seventeen!"

"Are the ancestors out of customs?"

"In addition to the ancestor, who can ring the bell?"

There are monks in every temple.

I watched the waves in the distance, all shocked.

For a few miles, I only felt that my heart was unbearable, and the eardrum was buzzing.

Woohoo ~~~

Luan Qisheng was bathed in the roaring bell waves, and the mist transpired all over the body, and the sweat condensed into a mist like hot water vapor.

His mind was empty and fell into a state of intentional or unintentional.

His body and mind seemed to be separated at this moment, and his heart was flowing with all kinds of essence, but his body lifted his arms and threw his arms, shaking the buzzing sound of the tens of thousands of pounds of Emperor Jingjue!

If anyone can see the subtlety of his body through the accented waves and clouds.

I will find out.

His body, in this collision again and again, seems to be spontaneously adjusting and operating.

In the slow but visible to the naked eye, transition to a more perfect state!

His bones, flesh, blood, blood, internal force, Qi and Qi, all cooperated in this state to fine-tune.

"Over, over eighteen times, over!"

多少 "How many times? How many times has the bell rang?"

"I don't know, I don't know, ah, I can't stand it!"

In the Wuyan martial arts field, many monks had red ears and red ears, but felt that their internal organs had to be broken, and the blood seemed to break through the shackles of Qiqiao.

Immediately, I don't know how many monks can bear it anymore.

I opened my mouth and shouted to retreat into the distance. Under such sound waves, they would be shocked to death for a long time!

After a short while, the huge performance martial arts ground was empty, and only a group of old monks remained in place.

But some of the weaker people also slightly swayed.

"The bell rings seventy-eight ..."

In front of Huanghuangjue Temple, listening to the sound of a bell, a bell higher than a wave, the peace on the face of the blue-shirted Confucian can no longer be maintained.

"Mom, why don't you want to make a breakthrough? It's not Pang Wanyang who breaks the barrier of heaven and man, but an old man, master?"

He was as dignified as the subordinates behind him, and he was shocked.

He took a deep look at Huang Jue Temple, which was close by, and the gentleman in blue shirt exhaled slowly:

"Back!"

"This person's body, is it steel? No, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is that steel will be shattered in such a shock!"

Looking at the shaking clock tower and the boiling void that seemed to have turned into the sea, many monks were horrified beyond words.

The Huang Jiezhong, who weighs tens of millions of pounds, is shaking and trembling constantly, as if she cannot bear such a heavy blow!

They can't imagine what kind of body can withstand such a powerful shock force!

Yes, by this time, all the monks knew the Taoist man. He didn't use half of his energy, but just struck the Huangjue bell with pure body!

Boom!

当 啷!

A wave of bells echoed, a sudden dissonant sound came out.

Far away, many monks' eyes widened and their faces twitched.

I saw Huang Juezhong in a severe blow, shedding the cold iron-made bell clasp!

I fell to the ground.

Huang Huangjue was actually dropped from the clock tower that had been hanging for two hundred years!

boom!

The earth shook, dust and sand splattered vertically and horizontally, like a huge storm of dust, covering the entire Yanwu field at once.

Woo!

I have not yet heard the sound of exhalation like a tidal whistling among the monks.

Xun then wrinkled the wind on the stage of the martial arts, and the scattered dust was swept up like a dirt dragon.

Between the white robe hunting, An Qisheng stood on the clock tower, overlooking the old monk with sweaty clothes and wet clothes.

吐 Breath slowly:

"eighty-one!"