The silver mist around him became thicker, and he quickly attached himself to the silver hammer, only to see strange colorful lights surging from the silver hammer, the poison was even stronger, and the power suddenly increased.
The silver mist billowed like a murderous dagger, following the oppression of the silver hammer.
Yang Qingxuan's complexion changed drastically. He only felt that no matter how hard the two yang's power could handle the Poison Hand Zun fist, he immediately made a tactic with his left hand, and the third yang qi in his body began to condense.
Since stepping into the Yellow Turban Warriors, it is no longer a problem to condense the true energy of the three flames.
It's just that he doesn't want to expose his strength under the eyes of the public. Low-key, hidden, is the long-term solution to life.
But at this moment, he couldn't help it.
Under the circulation of the third qi, it was forced towards the palm, and under the appearance of the two yangs, the third flaming yang slowly condensed.
"Three suns chasing the sun!"
With the formation of the three yang moves, Yang Qingxuan's palm was powerful, and once again pushed away the power of the poisonous hand, there was a buzzing sound in the air, and there was a faint momentum to counterattack.
"What? Impossible!"
Zuo Jun screamed, just when he was astonished, Yang Qingxuan clapped his palms, and the yang and vigour broke through the poisonous soul light, and hit the giant hammer!
"boom!"
When the two forces hit each other, a piece of golden light scorched the eyes, and the silver poisonous mist was pushed away. The sledgehammer collapsed and turned into a rain of thousands of lights, which was fleeting.
At this moment, Yang Qingxuan's whole body was flushed and his breath was hot. Once the move is won, the subordinate immediately takes advantage of the victory and pursues the attack. As soon as the movement is revealed, he uses the eagle to strike the sky, digging Zuo Jun's eyes.
Zuo Jun only felt the blackness in front of his eyes, and felt the fierce attack. He was so frightened that he trembled all over, and hurriedly backed away. But then Yang Qingxuan turned his claws into palms, and the two flames instantly condensed in his palms.
"Two Yang Huanxian"
With a "bang", it hit Zuo Jun's chest, and two beams of yang force exploded in front of him, sending him flying.
"What's this… !"
The audience was shocked, the difference in strength between the two was huge, originally thought it would be a one-sided situation, although it was still one-sided, but the target was completely reversed.
The other eight people in the two teams were still fighting desperately, and they never imagined that the captain would decide the winner in an instant.
From Zuo Jun's high-profile shot to being shot flying by Yang Qingxuan, it was only a few breaths.
The three members of Zuo Jun's team were terrified. They all knew how terrifying the "Poison Hand Zun Fist" martial spirit was. They really couldn't figure out how Yang Qingxuan broke through it.
With Zuo Jun's early cultivation of Lingwu, even if he doesn't use Wuhun, he should still be able to hold Yang Qingxuan down.
He Yiding was anxious, he slammed Yue Qiang away with a stick, and wanted to rescue him.
"Haha." Yue Qiang became ecstatic, with a cold look in his eyes, and he shouted murderously: "You want to leave me? You are already too busy to take care of yourself, so think about your own life first!"
The martial spirit "Armor in the Chest" merged with the main body, and Yue Qiang's arm was covered with a layer of golden armor of light, roaring and bombarding it.
He Yiding's complexion changed drastically, and he could no longer take Zuo Jun into consideration. As soon as the mace was blocked in front of him, he was knocked away by the force of the fist, and he took several steps back to stabilize his body.
The same is true for the other two. Under the pressure of Meng Rui and Liu Cheng, they have fallen into a difficult stalemate, and they can't tell the difference.
Under the astonishment and stupor of the audience, Yang Qingxuan walked towards Zuo Jun step by step, and said calmly: "A child is a child. If you think that if you have a stronger martial soul, you will win? I told you about your lack of IQ. , doomed your tragedy today."
After being knocked into the air by Eryang Huan, Zuo Jun spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground far away.
With his breathing disordered, he felt extremely uncomfortable in his chest. The Zhiyang True Qi was the nemesis of his martial soul, and all the meridians in his body were injured.
What made him even more unacceptable was that he, who had always boasted of being a genius, was actually defeated by a mere Qi Martial Realm under the spotlight of all the people!
The mental blow is worse than the physical one!
"Yang Qingxuan, you are dead today!"
He roared like a madman, stared at Yang Qingxuan with resentment, and suddenly laughed, "You are very good, you can force me into such a state, but you still can't save your fate!"
As his words fell, the aura on his body suddenly rose, and it was as sharp as a cut.
The dimmed light of the Martial Soul bloomed again, and a cloud of silver mist exploded around him, enveloping the entire surrounding area.
Yang Qingxuan's heart trembled, he had a bad feeling, his figure flashed suddenly, and he rushed straight up, the three suns on his palms rose up, turning into a glare, he rushed over first, and shouted: "If you want to kill me, you go to die first Bar!"
"Haha, you are the one who is going to die!"
The three suns are chasing the sun, and the sun is shining brilliantly, but Zuo Jun burst into laughter, his originally handsome face was distorted into an extremely ugly face.
"I admit that I underestimated you before, now I will show you my true strength!"
There was an inexplicable shock on his body, and it erupted like an avalanche, and an extremely powerful and terrifying aura suddenly appeared, and the overall strength more than doubled in an instant!
"Mid Spirit Martial Stage!"
A student suddenly screamed, "Oh my God, he has reached the middle stage of Lingwu!"
Zuo Jun laughed wildly, and said: "Haha, the ignorant thing forced me to show my true strength, and I would be proud enough to die today!"
The poison all around suddenly condensed, turned into a millstone between Zuo Jun's hands, then flew into the air, suddenly became bigger, as if it could cover the sky and block out the sun!
"Poison Shou Zun Fist—The Great Mill of Heaven and Earth!"
The millstone was spinning, and the colorful light on it diverged strangely, and it pressed down like a mountain.
The power of the three yangs was forced to shrink continuously under that powerful momentum, and there was a "rumbling" oppressive sound from all around Yanyang, and the situation was critical.
Yang Qingxuan's heart was shocked, and a huge sense of danger came over him. This force was much stronger than that of Zhen Xiuzhu!
During the battle in the mine that day, Zhen Xiuzhu was tricked and plotted by Yang Qingxuan and lost the opportunity. Then, in the attack of the Wuhun Ghost Cry, the part of the evil energy that hurt Yang Qingxuan was completely ineffective, which led to Zhen Xiuzhu's defeat.
But this Zuo Jun in front of him is not the case, his own cultivation base is tyrannical, coupled with this terrifying martial spirit, there is no possibility of any tricks when he hits with all his strength.
With life and death at stake, Yang Qingxuan was anxious in his heart, his eyes shot out, and he gritted his teeth and said secretly: "To block this move, the three suns are not enough, we must use the fourth flame!"
Resolutely, regardless of the consequences, he acted decisively and activated the fourth flame of true energy!
Bit by bit, the scorching zhenqi circulated in the meridians, like rain falling, flowing through the mountains and forests, and slowly condensing into a river.
Even though he stepped into the Yellow Turban Warrior, he was still very reluctant to unleash the fourth flame yang zhenqi. Not only was the speed extremely slow, but it also made the meridians feel like they were being torn apart.
(end of this chapter)