That voice was like the morning bell and evening drum, vast and deep.
Looking in the direction of the voice.
Several disciples of the Endless Bitter Land formed a formation similar to the Eight Trigrams.
They sat cross-legged, like chess pieces placed in the position of the Nine Palaces.
In the middle was the elder who was beaten until his face was pale.
His eyes were sharp.
His face was gloomy.
Boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, the Bronze Gong Array was activated.
On all the disciples, the yellow energy rolled and surged, and then turned into a flowing waterfall.
Quickly, it gathered in the middle.
They formed a huge fist shadow that was almost ten feet long, and it was controlled by the Bronze Gong Elder.
"Get lost!"
The Bronze Gong Elder roared, waving his fist and smashing towards Li Wuyou.
The fist shadow swept through the air.
The air was torn apart by the shock.
There was some distortion in the light.
On the ground, countless cracks were formed by the dispersing force.
"Humph!"
In the face of such an energy fist shadow, Li Wuyou narrowed his eyes and snorted in his heart.
Roar!
The next moment.
His shoulders, waist, and hips swayed.
Then, he activated all of his ninth-grade energy.
A huge and crystal clear jacaranda flower condensed in front of him.
"Hua Yinggang!"
Li Wuyou roared, and his fists met it.
Bang!
When the two collided, a thunderous sound erupted from the collision.
Then, a violent airwave that had never been seen before swept out in all directions.
It was like a wave.
The ground was instantly shaken into a deep pit.
About ten feet.
The black soil rolled like a river.
As for the surrounding trees, they were instantly crushed into pieces.
In the middle of the explosion.
The fist shadow was constantly shattering.
First, it was the little finger, then the ring finger, and then the middle finger …
The Hua Yinggang was no exception.
There was not much difference between them.
So, they wore each other down.
Boom!
Boom!
The six petals on the Hua Yinggang also shattered one after another.
As each of them shattered, the surrounding fluctuations became more intense.
There were even gusts of wind and huge waves.
The enormous pressure that permeated the air caused one's heart to palpitate.
Li Wuyou was at the center of the storm. His black hair fluttered in the wind, and his clothes were slightly damaged.
On the other side, the disciples of the Endless Bitter Land who were setting up the Bronze Gong Array were also affected.
Their expressions were solemn.
However, with the help of the formation, their energy Qi formed a huge protective barrier around them.
The barrier flickered with an earthy yellow halo.
However, it managed to block most of the storm.
Boom!
The stalemate lasted for a few breaths.
Finally, both of them were exhausted.
There was a final crashing sound.
In the end, Hua Yinggang's shadow and the fist shadow were shattered.
Then.
Li Wuyou left the room.
He stopped several feet away.
Taking advantage of this stalemate, Luo Beihan fled back into the formation in a sorry state.
At this very moment, he …
His face was badly mutilated, and his body was covered with wounds.
It didn't look as ferocious as before.
His face was also extremely gloomy.
The way he looked at Li Wuyou was filled with indescribable ferocity.
He was completely angry out of humiliation.
He was the sect leader of the Endless Bitter Land.
He was actually taught a lesson by Li Wuyou in front of so many disciples. How could he be so pitiful?
He couldn't accept it.
Previously, he was powerless. Now, he had the Bronze Gong Array.
He was confident that he could take back the humiliation he had just suffered tenfold or even a hundredfold!
Because …
The Bronze Gong Array could not be broken.
Only those with powerful souls could find a gap in it.
At the Shaolin Temple.
Master Kurong had said that Li Wuyou only cultivated his body and not his soul.
Therefore, Li Wuyou was bound to be helpless against the Bronze Gong Array.
"You're dead meat."
In the center of the Bronze Gong Array, Luo Beihan was enveloped by countless forces. The injuries on his body quickly recovered.
The forces on his body also began to gradually rise.
He didn't even want to talk nonsense.
He only wanted to take care of Li Wuyou as soon as possible.
He wanted to regain his pride and dignity.
"With just these?"
Li Wuyou twisted his neck. The gloominess and mockery on his face were still strong.
"You think too highly of yourself!"
"Then come and try."
The corners of Luo Beihan's bruised and swollen mouth cracked open, revealing a ferocious smile.
"Let's see if I can beat you until you kneel and beg for mercy!"
Boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Beihan could no longer hold it in.
He didn't even want to recover from his remaining injuries and directly attacked.
Whoosh!
The flowing forces quickly wrapped around his body.
In an instant.
The strength of Elder Copper Gong and the other disciples had been added to his body.
His body expanded once again.
It seemed to have expanded.
The muscles all over his body were like small mountains. His blood vessels surged, giving people a feeling that they were about to explode.
His eyes were about to burst open.
He was incomparably towering.
Roar!
A low roar erupted from his chest. Then, he broke out of the formation. In the air, he punched towards Li Wuyou's head.
This punch.
Was not his ordinary punch.
Instead, he used the eighth-grade unique skill of the Endless Bitter Land.
Bronze Gong Pestle.
His arm was wrapped and covered by the force that was so dense that it was almost solid.
It formed a pestle that sounded like a bronze gong.
Grayish brown.
It seemed to be indestructible.
Even with the appearance of this pestle, the surrounding light was distorted and almost turned into darkness.
This was a sign that the space was about to be shaken open.
At this moment.
Luo Beihan's strength had reached the peak of the ninth level of the Supreme Power Realm.
He had even surpassed the peak.
He had touched the threshold of the Vajra Realm.
He had obviously surpassed Li Wuyou.
"I'd like to see if you can still talk nonsense!"
The bronze gong pestle condensed and took shape. Luo Beihan also came in front of Li Wuyou. He looked at Li Wuyou, who was being oppressed, and his face became even more arrogant and ferocious.
He was confident that he would be able to cripple Li Wuyou with this punch.
"You really underestimate me."
However, Li Wuyou looked at Luo Beihan, who was descending from the sky, and then looked at the bronze gong pestle that he regarded as relying on. He was still calm.
He was even a little mocking.
Because his Divine Soul had already allowed him to see through the gap between the formation.
There was a gap between the formation and Luo Beihan.
At this moment, Luo Beihan was like a clown in his eyes.
Boom!
In the blink of an eye.
Luo Beihan's bronze gong pestle arrived in front of Li Wuyou.
It was about to fall.
"Go to hell! Bastard! "
Luo Beihan's roar was even more rampant, and his eyes were terrifying.
"You're ridiculous."
At this time, Li Wuyou also moved.
Boom!
Energy rolled around his body.
In the blink of an eye, it turned into two blades of energy.
They were not big.
They were only the size of a palm.
They were not tyrannical or sharp.
They were like simple daggers.
Then, these two wind blades broke out of his body, bypassed Luo Beihan, and appeared behind him.
Puff!
The two blades of energy seemed to have cut something.
Crack!
Something was cut off.
Boom!
Then, the energy that had gathered around Luo Beihan's body was directly emptied.
"This …"
Luo Beihan's face changed greatly.
It was almost bloodless.
"How is this possible?!"
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