The palm prints collided in the air, sparks flew and stars twinkled.
Wang Qing came back to his senses in an instant, and asked, "Is that Zi Ming your brother-in-law?"
Yu Qinghuan was taken aback when he heard the words, and then fell silent. Although it was true that it was my brother-in-law, this guy would definitely go crazy if he saw him, so it might be difficult to say whether it was my brother-in-law or not, and said, "Maybe."
Liu Qingzong was stunned when he heard the words, he didn't expect Yu Qinghuan to be so terrifying, a woman from one sect who robbed another sect was still alive, and was immediately stunned.
He continued to know where the Hall of Spirits was, but what exactly was the Changsheng Pavilion
"Come again." Zi Ming's eyes flashed purple, and he said softly.
"Zixiao Shengtian Fist."
Ziming's fist was shining with purple awns, and the sound of a tiger's roar could be faintly heard in the radiance, and he suddenly swung towards the man in front of him.
Seeing this, His Highness the Seventh Prince raised his hand and punched it. He saw a cloud of black mist wrapped around it to form a fist mark. A black dragon could be vaguely seen in the fist mark, and there were bursts of dragon chant sounds.
When the dragon sings and the tiger roars, one must lose.
Roar!
When the fist prints collided, a fierce tiger more than ten meters long, with fluorescent white hair all over its body, rose into the air, and there were bursts of tiger roars from its mouth.
I saw a black dragon more than 30 meters long. The black scales on the dragon's body shone with cold light, and the cold light flickered around the tiger's body. It opened its mouth and bit the tiger's neck.
Roar!
The tiger's neck was bitten tightly by the dragon, and the blood stained the white fur. When it raised its claws, it scratched on the black dragon's scales, opened several scales, and penetrated the claws into the dragon's flesh.
The black dragon roared and let go of its mouth, but unexpectedly, the tiger slapped it on its neck, instantly tearing off dozens of scales on its neck.
In an instant, the black dragon dissipated, and the tiger followed suit.
"I underestimated you, Your Highness Ziming." His Highness Seven suddenly smiled, looking at the handsome but young man.
"Huh." Ziming didn't know what was going on in his heart, his eyes flickered, and when he looked at the person in front of him, he found Yu Qinghuan in the dungeon in the distance, and instantly burst into anger.
"... This is very embarrassing." Yu Qinghuan felt a burning gaze, and when she looked up, she saw Ziming staring at him.
"What's wrong?"
Hearing this, Wang Qing raised his head and looked around, but he didn't find anything, and asked.
"Damn it." Immediately afterwards, Wang Qing exclaimed when he saw two purple streaks rushing towards them.
The purple awns slammed into the dungeon, shaking the ground, and cracks appeared in the dungeon, which made people's expressions change slightly.
hum!
hum!
"Broken." Ziming snorted coldly, raised his hand towards the dungeon and grabbed it suddenly, crushing it into pieces in an instant, and the black light was shining.
Wang Qing, Yu Qinghuan, and Zi Lei fled in an instant, not daring to stay here. The sound of Zi Lei shaking in the dungeon woke him up.
When he woke up and found out that Yu Qinghuan still had such an awesome enemy, he broke the dungeon and that young man could blow him up with one punch.
This hatred is several times stronger than Gu Xuanfeng's hatred, I have to admire it.
Immediately afterwards, he shouted: "Yu Qinghuan, where are you running, you are insulting my sister's reputation."
"Brother-in-law Ziming, you should continue to fight. Humans and demons are incompatible, so you don't need to protect us." Wang Qing opened his mouth full of hatred.
Ziming's expression became a little embarrassed when he heard the words, but he didn't stop Yu Qinghuan, Wang Qing and others from escaping.
"If you want to leave, stay here for me." The Seventh Highness grabbed Gu Xuanfeng who was surrounded by Yu Qinghuan and the blue light, but he didn't expect a fist to crush his palm.
"His life belongs to Lao Tzu." Zi Ming shouted, pointing his thumb at his head.
"Haha, thank you brother-in-law." Wang Qing turned around and grinned, cupping his hands and saying.
Everyone knew that with Ziming's help, they could escape from here. As for the rest of the matter, don't worry about them.
"Get out, don't call me brother-in-law." Ziming shouted immediately when he heard the words.
"They called you." The Seventh Prince raised his head and said to Ziming, Shimoyan, Xieyu and Molin on the mountain.
Wang Qing, Yu Qinghuan, and Zi Lei were stunned when they heard the words, and then cursed loudly.
"Fuck, these birdmen are not dead." Zi Lei immediately cursed and said.
Then he said, "How do you do things?"
"Damn it, how do I know these idiots are not dead." Yu Qinghuan suddenly said angrily.
"It's just you talking nonsense, a bunch of idiots." Liu Qingzong immediately cursed and said.
"Okay, people are coming, run quickly." Wang Qing saw the four groups of lights chasing after him, and shouted after him closely.
The four of them swept towards the distance in a despondent manner with Gu Xuanfeng, and the four rays of light in the distance behind them pursued closely.
Ziming watched them leave and was helpless. His own guards did not come with him, so he could only watch Yu Qinghuan flee from under his nose. Only by solving the person in front of him could he catch up.
His Highness the Seventh Prince felt that His Royal Highness Ziming Lingzhu's aura had become stronger, as if a sleeping tiger had woken up.
"Nameplate." Ziming snorted softly, and a sign was shot out from the imprint on the Yintang. The sign was shrouded in purple, blue and white light, and its appearance could not be seen.
His Highness Seven narrowed his eyes slightly, opened his hands, and the demonic energy gushed out, forming a giant spear more than twenty feet long. The head of the spear was the head of a dragon, the barrel of the spear was the body of a dragon, and the tail of the spear was the tail of a dragon.
The spear's scales shone with a cold light, and there was an extremely strong smell of blood, including an infinite sharpness.
As the momentum of Ziming's clothing increased, he found the sound of hunting, his eyes flickered, and the nameplate above his head shrouded it with brilliance.
"Nine suns scorching sun."
Nine scorching suns instantly appeared behind Ziming, exuding dazzling brilliance, and at the same time exuding scorching heat, distorting the sky.
"go."
Nine scorching suns flashed from behind Ziming to the center between the two in an instant, at a strange speed, which made people feel a little dazed.
His Highness Seven's expression suddenly became cold and severe, and the dragon gun behind his back made a buzzing sound, tearing open the void in an instant and stabbing towards a scorching sun.
In an instant, a scorching sun was torn apart, and the flames splashed in all directions, and the starlight seemed to be like a map of the galaxy.
"Taiyin Xuanlong Jue." The Seventh Prince looked at the four scorching suns that had appeared in front of his eyes, and moved towards his back. He quickly formed a seal with his hands, and saw a mark in the sky suddenly smashed down, instantly smashing the four suns. The scorching sun smashed into starlight.
Ziming squinted his eyes, and walked in front of His Royal Highness Qi, pointing his finger at Qiyintang.
hum!
boom!
His Highness the Seventh Prince was in a daze for a moment, and was instantly blasted out to hit a mountain peak, followed by thick smoke billowing.
"Suppressed by me." Ziming clasped his hands together, and saw a mark in the palm of his hand. He waved his hand and grabbed it, and instantly smashed the mark down.
The imprint was in mid-air, expanding the imprint by twenty-five feet, and suddenly moved towards the mountain peak, suppressing it.
In an instant, the mountain peak was smashed into dust by the imprint, and the ground was pressed into a square pothole.
Ping!
The imprint instantly split into cracks, and the cracks filled the imprint, and then turned into starlight and disappeared.
"Hmph." Seeing this, Ziming snorted coldly.
Ziming raised his hand towards the ground, swung his palm, and slapped down a palm print several meters in the direction of the thick smoke.
boom!
A cold shout came from the ground.
A person shot out from the ground. This person was surrounded by brilliance, holding a black gun, and a mighty devilish energy rolled towards him.
"Finally started to be serious?" Ziming squinted his eyes, and his pupils flickered, and said.
"If you don't take it seriously, wouldn't you be asking for trouble?" His Royal Highness said with a smile when he heard the words.
"Then come on." Ziming snorted coldly, and rushed forward, swinging his hands forward as if holding the scorching sun.
Two scorching suns, forming a curved arc from both sides, bombarded His Highness the Seventh Highness at the same time.
The black spear in His Royal Highness's hand swung towards the left, smashing a scorching sun, and a black ball appeared in the palm of his right hand and smashed towards the scorching sun.
The corner of Ziming's mouth raised, and a silver gun appeared in his hand. He rushed out, swung the gun and smashed it.
Clang!
Clang!
His Highness the Seventh Prince fled to Ziming's left side, and the black spear in his hand struck the silver gun shaft, making a piercing sound, and stabbed towards Ziming's throat.
Ziming turned his head and swung his gun over his head, making a sound of breaking the wind, and instantly flashed away, a tiny ray of light appeared on his fingers, pointing directly at the head of His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince.
The black spear in the hand of His Highness the Seventh swung, and was thrown aside by Ziming. There was a dangerous aura coming from behind, and he dodged away, the ray of light.
"Oh... almost." Ziming saw that he could injure the so-called Seventh Highness with a little thrust, but he didn't expect that he would be dodged at the critical moment, and he felt a little unwilling.
"Just you brat, you still want to hit me?" His Royal Highness said with a smile when he heard the words.
It was the first time His Highness the Seventh Highness found out that the original Highness of the Spirit Hall was in such a relaxed state of mind that he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.
"You are the brat." Hearing this, Ziming became upset immediately, and waved the gun in his hand, and the vitality surrounded by the silver gun turned into a brave tiger.
The tiger took off, jumped forward, and swung its claws forward suddenly. Three claws appeared in front of His Highness the Seventh Prince.
Seeing this, His Royal Highness swung his spear and stabbed forward, instantly smashing the three claws into pieces, and then threw out the black spear in his hand.
The black gun appeared in front of Ziming's eyes in an instant, unable to pierce the barrier. Ziming dodged backwards, punched forward with his fist, and swung his fist with his left hand towards the front. At the tip of the black gun, he shot the black gun that was chasing him at His Royal Highness Seventh.
His Highness the Seventh Prince turned his head to the right, tapped his fingers on the barrel of the gun, and the barrel spun, and then wound from the side of the neck to the front of the body.
Ziming frowned suddenly, looked up at the sky, and found that there seemed to be more than one person coming towards this side, with a very strong breath, which made him feel a sense of danger.
"Since someone has come, I have to deal with you first, so as not to cause more people to come." His Highness Seventh Prince narrowed his eyes, raised his head slightly, turned his head, and said to His Highness Ziming Lingzhu.
"Fix me? It's up to you?" Hearing this, Ziming looked up at His Royal Highness Seven and said.
"You're not my opponent, it's almost as good as letting Zi Qingxian come." The corner of His Highness Qi Yang's mouth was light, and his expression was half a smile, and said.
Zi Ming felt a dangerous aura when he heard the words, and saw a mass of demonic energy appearing behind His Highness the Seventh Prince. The vast demonic energy covered the sky, and the demonic energy formed a converging star, spinning behind it.
The stars and stars are twinkling, the black mist is confused, and there are various voices of howling ghosts and wolves.
"Xie Yan-Star Jue."
It makes the scalp tingle, and there is a weird trembling all over.
"Scorching sun-nine days return to one." Ziming closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and almost released all the vitality in his body. The aura distorted the sky, and the void behind him was torn apart.
Ziming opened his eyes, and the mighty vitality formed nine scorching suns, and the nine scorching suns began to fuse together, and finally formed a huge scorching sun.
The scorching sun exudes incomparable heat, hanging in the air, vitality is continuously gathered in the scorching sun.
The scorching sun exuded an incomparably terrifying sense of heat, and layers of thick smoke began to rise from the sky, slowly rising towards the sky.
"Go." The two looked at each other, then waved their right hands at the same time and shouted coldly.