All Heavens Immortal Martial Arts

"Brother Zhang, do you think Ban'er is good too?" Meng Chixing stared at He Heng, although this was the first time they met, it was like an old friend they hadn't seen for many years.

He Heng smiled: "He is indeed an extraordinary genius. In the future, he will never surpass you and become the first person in the Demon Sect for hundreds of years."

Meng Chixing nodded: "I believe that in the next few decades, there will be no one in the world who will be Baner's opponent except you, Daoist brother, and he will definitely be able to cultivate the supreme divine art that no one has been able to achieve in my holy gate for hundreds of years. , Dao Heart Seeds Demonic Great Law, shatters the void. It's just that the devil is ruthless, and his fate may be robbed of love..."

He Heng shook his head: "The so-called love and love are nothing compared to the way of heaven. Don't you have confidence in your disciple?"

Meng Chixing smiled and said: "Brother Zhang Dao's words are right. Life, old age, sickness and death, love and hatred, and the passage of time are all illusions created by the senses. The orbit is the reality, and there is always nothing. With Ban'er's talent, even if you are temporarily trapped by love, It will come out eventually, but I was overthinking it.”

He Heng said, "Brother Meng just said that you can plant the magic in your heart. I didn't expect that such a long-lost supreme divine art would actually be in your hands."

Meng Chi Xing said casually: "What is the supreme divine art, when it reaches the realm of you and me, unless the God of War is a miraculous art that does not belong to the world, there is nothing between heaven and earth that can be used for you and me, and it is a mere dao heart. Dafa, if Brother Zhang Dao is interested, I can give it to you."

He Heng shook his head and said, "Poor Dao is not interested in this." Back in the Tang Dynasty, He Heng had already seen Xiang Yutian's Dao-hearted demon, and naturally he would not have any more coveted heart for this Dafa.

Meng Chixing looked up at the Dadu Palace and said, "Brother Zhang Daoist came to me today to discuss the Dao, is it for those people to gain an opportunity?"

He Heng shook his head: "No, I just want to have a moment with Brother Meng. As for them, now that Dayuan is in full swing, what they do is just useless."

Meng Chi Xing suddenly looked at He Heng with cold eyes, and said indifferently, "Brother Zhang Dao knows his strength, compared to those arrangements that cut my Great Yuan dragon veins, you did it, you actually cut my Great Yuan Dynasty for hundreds of years. For a hundred years, Daoist brother is a good way. Although Meng knows a little way to observe the qi, he knows the change of qi, but he can't find the solution, so he can only watch..."

He Heng said silently: "This is the number of days! Although the great vitality is good enough, he has no choice but to conquer too much, and he regards the Han people as sheep with two legs, tyrannical and ruthless. Under God's will, he has only a hundred years, and the poor can only adapt. God does it, otherwise, even without me, someone else would do this."

Meng Chixing sighed and said, "I also persuaded Your Majesty that the people should be equal, that the Hu and Han should not be ruled by grading, and that there should be fewer killings. also!"

Having said that, Meng Chixing suddenly looked at He Heng coldly, showing a murderous aura, and shouted lightly: "Although this is God's will, it is a fact that you cut my vitality, and today you and I have to do something. field."

He Heng said softly, "Please!"

Meng Chixing raised his hands, the ancient waves in his eyes were unhappy, the deep light was restrained, revealing a kind of magic and sharpness, and he stared at He Heng's body, looking for flaws.

However, He Heng stood there lightly, as if his body was full of flaws, but Meng Chixing felt like he had no idea what to do.

After a full hour, Meng Chixing's palm was already full of sweat, but he still didn't make a move.

He Heng has also been standing like that, the distance between the two is five feet, which is almost non-existent for them.

Suddenly, a breeze blows gently.

Meng Chixing finally moved, with a chill in his eyes, and his figure rushed to He Heng like a cloud and flowing water, like an arrow from a string, so fast that it was unimaginable.

His palms and body techniques were perfectly matched, the sky was whistling in a low voice, the boundless heaven and earth might bless his palms, and a mysterious and mysterious spiritual power also flocked to He Heng's heart.

However, when all of this entered He Heng's body within three feet, it instantly vanished, his true energy dissipated, the mighty power of heaven and earth disappeared, his spiritual power was oppressed, and Meng Chixing seemed to be crushed by a piece of heaven and earth.

"Impossible!" Meng Chixing exclaimed, He Heng pinned his left hand behind him, waved his right hand lightly, a yin and yang intertwined Taiji diagram covered Meng Chixing's body and was gently wrapped, Meng Chixing seemed to be in Bound by all things in the world, unable to move, not even able to speak.

A suffocating feeling shrouded Meng Chixing, he was being oppressed by the world at the moment, enough to destroy him physically and mentally.

Meng Chixing's eyes widened, and his eyes trembled as he looked at He Heng, as if he was looking at the supreme heaven, so vast and unmatched.

He Heng snorted softly, the Tai Chi pattern burst and dissipated in an instant, Meng Chixing spit out a mouthful of blood, and flew out, kneeling on one knee on the ground, panting heavily, staring at He Heng with complicated eyes, and there was a faint hint of Admiration and fear.

He Heng stood on the field with his hands behind his back, ignoring Meng Shi Xing, his eyes turned to the sky, extremely deep and lonely.

Meng Chixing stood up vigorously, looked at He Heng's back and said, "You have surpassed the original Ling Donglai, and the name of the great master is well-deserved. In this battle, Meng Mou is convinced that he has lost."

Even with his pride, he has to admit that the person in front of him has already crossed another world that he may have no hope of reaching in his entire life, and a kind of admiration for the former is born spontaneously.

He Heng didn't look at him, his eyes suddenly turned to the palace, where the fire was soaring into the sky, filled with a chilling air, but the nine-day blue dragon-like luck in the middle was as stable as Mount Tai, unshakable.

"It seems that they failed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He Heng said without surprise, turned and walked away.

Meng Chixing looked at his back, sighed faintly, and murmured: "Ban'er, with this person here, I am afraid that you will not be invincible in the world in your entire life, but this may be a good thing!"

As expected, Long Zunyi and others failed to assassinate Kublai Khan and were surrounded by many Mongolian masters. After several fights, Ling Xudu and Bi Kongqing perished on the spot, only Zhi Lixing and Li Ling led Long. Zunyi fought his way out, and the other martial artists who came with him were all killed and wounded.

Among those who survived, Zhi Lixing was also seriously injured, and He Heng shot him to hang his life, but it only allowed him to survive for a few more years.

Li Ling and Long Zunyi were the only ones who could be considered intact, and the others were basically seriously injured.

He Heng had already anticipated these situations. The current Yuan people are in full swing, and the act of assassination is not desirable, but he can't persuade Long Zunyi, and he is too lazy to persuade him, so he simply accompanies them.

Meng Chixing also knew the strength of the Yuan people in the palace, so he never worried about Kublai Khan's safety, so he happily came here to have a meeting with He Heng.