"Rumble!!!"
This palm is just a random palm by Yang Fan. It seems like an ordinary person slaps the flies. There is no fancy and mysterious at all. He has not even mobilized a layer of fleshy power, but the power contained in it is far beyond the imagination of the world. For nearly half a month Time to cultivate hard, absorb and refine the nearly fifty catties of profound iron heart and the one ton of profound iron essence, although Yang Fan has not broken through the stage of the Xiaocheng stage of the profound iron battle body, but there is only a fine line. After that, the power of the pure flesh shell surpassed the terrifying power of hundreds of billions of tripods. Even if it only bursts out of half a layer of power, it will easily blow up a high-ranking demon general! ! !
"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"... ..
This palm fell, and a large area of space was shattered in all directions, like a chaotic explosion, earth fire and geomancy, and all the land in the radius was blocked by violent power, making the sword blood dragon completely like a cage. Small and medium-sized snakes, being played between applause, have no resistance! ! !
Less than a breath! ! !
"Wow!!!"
Faintly, there was a wailing sound of the dragon's dying, and immediately saw the body of dozens of feet long burst, and collapsed into a bit of blood.
Before the absolute power, any quasi-dacheng state death sword intent, and all the hard-worked ultimate skills, are all vain! ! !
"Ah... how is it possible! How could you be so strong, how could you be so strong..." Xue Ruqing's voice was so hysterical, almost crazy, and Blood Dragon Slash was his ultimate skill. Under the blessing of Zhun Dacheng's sword intent, even a half-step Wuhou who stepped into the realm of Wuhou with one foot may be killed by him, even if he is the first person recognized by their young generation, Shen Wushuang, in his sword. He had to resort to all his strengths, but Yang Fan seemed to slap a fly, and he broke his lore by waving his hand. How absurd and how damn it is! ! !
"Go to hell and repent!!!" Yang Fan's expression was cold, and the invincible force continued to suppress it. The air in all directions was completely evacuated, and all the matter was turned into nothingness! ! !
"Ah, no... ... ."
There is a great horror between life and death. At this moment of life and death, Xue Ruqing finally knows that he is afraid. He is a murderous person who died in his hands. Even if there is not a tens of millions, there are millions, but it does not mean that he can Facing death calmly, he was even more afraid of death than others! ! !
At this moment, Xue Ruoqing seemed to see countless evil spirits flaring their teeth and dancing claws, with a hideous face, all directions, like a rolling tide, rushing toward him! ! !
"Don't come, don't come..."
"Die!!!"
Yang Fan did not move at all, like Blood Killing, who can slaughter millions of lives in a city just to practice magic skills, is not worthy to live in this world. If the occasion is not right, Yang Fan will not. Preparing to kill him so easily, a demon dressed in human skin like this would not be able to wash away the sins he committed even with thousands of punishments in the world. It would be too cheap to kill him with just one palm! ! !
"Rumble!!!"
The top of Wanling Mountain.
"Rumble!!!"
A ray of blood cut through the void, and fell on a clearing, revealing a figure. He was about 30 and he was about one meter tall and he was as ruthless as Xue Xuexue, and he was also covered in blood with an abnormal breath. The danger is like the peerless killing god who will come out of the dead mountain and blood sea, vaguely, it seems to be able to see countless ghosts looming around him, flaring their teeth and claws, and howling in mourning! ! !
This blood-clothed man is no one else, but the first person in the Purple Spirit Sect youth generation. Among the four major sects, the blood-handed man Tuxue, who is ruthless with Xue Shaxue and known as the two major murder gods of the youth generation-Slaughter! ! !
However, at this time of slaughter, breathing was faintly rapid, and the monster blood eyes flowed from time to time, and a trace of panic flashed faintly, as if dodge something! ! !
at this time... ... ...
"Mie, you can't escape!!!" A line was slightly vague, as if the voice of a god came from the front of the mite.
As soon as the voice fell, I saw a bright sword light descending from the sky, and out of it a young man in blue fluttering, surrounded by invisible sword energy, continuously cutting the square void, his eyes were like a knife, shattering the void, all over his body. Rolling with a powerful fighting spirit, sweeping through all the wastes! ! !
Desperate Swordsman—Jing Wuming, the third person in the young generation of the Eight Desolation Sword Hall, and the third young giant-level Tianjiao of the Eight Desolation Sword Palace.
"Jing Wuming, relying on you?" A trace of cruelty flashed in Tu Mie's eyes. They were both young giants, and there was a difference between them. God Sword Wushuang Shen Wushuang was undisputed, and was the number one evildoer of the four sects. , The coercion of the peers, underneath it is Xue Xuexue ruthlessly, the giant spirit god slaughtered Juyishan and his bloodhanded men, and this desperate swordsman Jing Wuming is also a young giant. Among them, they just barely reached the first level of giants. Among the fifteen young giants of the four major sects, they are not even the top ten. They are inferior to the others! ! !
"What about this seat?" A voice that resembled the Primordial Demon God, sounded from behind Tu Ji.
"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"... ... ..
Almost at the same time, the earth began to shake violently, as if countless wild beasts were galloping on it. Soon, one person appeared beyond the slaughter Baizhang, and saw his hands on his back, his eyes resembling gods, and his breath was like an ancient god descending. , There is no one without me, who is fighting against each other, like the emperor born that day, with a breath of breath watching the world! ! !
Every step of the way, it seems that there are 10,000 tons of giant beasts marching, the sky is shaking, and the ground is cracked! ! !
But it is the giant spirit god who has the blood of the ancient giants, a different kind of the Iron Sword Sect, and is faintly known as the first physical cultivation of the youth of the four major sects-Juyishan is here! ! !
Unknowingly, Tu Mie frowned together. A Jing Wuming is nothing but a giant spirit god general who is no worse than him, and even faintly stronger. He is absolutely nothing. It may be the opponent of the two of them.
But at this moment...
Another figure appeared in Slaughter’s sight. This man was about thirty years old. Junyi’s face was enough to make all men jealous. His temperament was so luxurious and compelling. He said he was holding it, but he didn’t have the slightest martial artist. His aura looks so unremarkable, but like the elder brother of the rich family who does not know martial arts. He walks lightly. If he is following a few servant maids beside him, he will be the elder brother of the rich family.
But with his appearance, it was only a frown of slaughter, but a trace of fear flashed vaguely, because he was the undisputed first person of the four major sect youths, and his strength was strange and unpredictable. Under Wuhou ancestor, almost no one is its opponent! ! !
If there were only Jing Wuming and Juyishan, even if he was invincible, he was confident that he could break through, but now with Shen Wushuang, it would not be one plus one equal to two.
Unconsciously, Slaughter a heart sank to its lowest point! ! !
"Exterminate, hand over Feng Lei Guo, I let you go!!!" Shen Wushuang's voice was very flat, but there was an irresistible determination.
"Shen Wushuang, Feng Lei Guo is my hard work, it is impossible for you to try to grab it!!!" The voice of Slaughter was deeply resentful, and his eyes breathed fire, like the enraged beast. Feng Lei Guo is in the legend. The five-star spirit fruit is so valuable that it even bloomed in those five hundred years, and the result of the five hundred years is above the blood spirit fruit that has only matured in five hundred years. It not only has the effect of improving the bloodline, but also can achieve the acquired wind and thunder. As long as he swallows that wind and thunder fruit, he can immediately surpass Shen Wushuang, become the first genius of the four youths, and even transform into the first sixth-rank spiritual vein in the west for nearly a thousand years. It is not impossible. ! ! !
Now that Shen Wushuang actually asked him to surrender Feng Lei Guo, it completely cut his chance and prevented him from enlightening! ! !
In the world of warriors, those who prevent others from becoming enlightened are tantamount to killing their parents. In an instant, the endless killing intent was steaming over the heart of annihilation! ! !
"Hand over Feng Lei Guo, otherwise, you will die!!!" Suddenly, Shen Wushuang's voice was cold. Feng Lei Guo is related to whether he can smoothly promote to the Sixth-Rank Spirit Vessel. He is bound to win, if not still in Wanling Mountain. On, he had already taken action to snatch Feng Lei Guo, how could he be so polite with this slaughter! ! !
Both are young giants, but no matter whether it is a giant mountain, a slaughter, or Xue Ruqing, no one has been really in his eyes. His opponent has never been them, the top three evildoers of the Heavenly Sword. Even the aloof Wuhou ancestor, Fang is his goal! ! !
"Shen Wushuang, don't deceive people too much!!!"
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