Huge cracks pierced through the mountains and forests, and all the hills along the way collapsed. In the entire world, those eyes were almost dull looking at this scene.
The atmosphere is dead.
If Ning Mo was knocked down by Zhou Yuan with a punch before, everyone could understand that it was caused by Zhou Yuan's deliberate display of weakness to the enemy, but the current scene was once again subverting their cognition.
Ning Mo's ultimate move was almost the strongest attack that he could do his best. Facing such an offensive, even a strong person of the same level would not dare to regret it.
However, who would have thought that Zhou Yuan not only did not evade, but instead chose the most arrogant way, with an unrivaled posture, abruptly blasting Ning Mo's strongest means.
Those eyes looked at the last collapsed mountain in the distance, and Ning Mo's figure was buried in it. The previous punch of Zhou Yuan was enough to kill a strong man in the early stage of the Ninth Heaven.
There was a long silence, and when those gazes in this world turned to Zhou Yuan again, they were already full of strong jealousy and fear.
But at this time, they had only fully understood why Zhou Yuan in front of them, obviously looked like the strength of the Seventh Layer of the Supreme Beginning Realm, but was able to become the chief of Cangxuanzong.
Between the valleys, Jin Zhang and many other disciples of Cangxuanzong also watched this scene in shock. Although they knew that Zhou Yuan's strength was not weak, they did not expect that he could directly destroy a chief of the Holy Palace. Beat...
You should know that Ning Mo's Origin Qi cultivation base also reached the number of breaking ten thousand. Such an accomplishment is enough to rank among the top of the seven chiefs of Cangxuanzong.
"Unexpectedly, after the Jiulong Baptism, his strength was so strong." Jin Zhang's eyes were a bit complicated. At this time, Zhou Yuan was obviously much stronger than during the Yuanchi Festival.
The other disciples had awe in their eyes.
The disciples of the Saint Palace looked ugly for a while, and it was obvious that it was hard to believe that Ning Mo would have suffered such a miserable defeat in the hands of the chief Cang Xuanzong.
Especially the chief named Wang Yuan, he was stunned for a while before he woke up from the scene before him, and his expression became extremely gloomy.
But for those gazes, Zhou Yuan looked at the collapsed mountain peak at the farthest point without any fluctuations, where Ning Mo's Origin Qi fluctuations had been weak to the extreme, but there should still be a sigh of relief.
So Zhou Yuan took steps, obviously intending to take advantage of his illness and kill him.
boom!
However, just as he stepped out, a fierce and sharp sound suddenly burst into the air, and a black light whizzed down with an astonishing source of energy, hitting his head.
The black light has not yet fallen, and the ground underneath is already cracked.
Zhou Yuan stopped, his eyes condensed slightly, and he grasped the palm of his hand, and the Tianyuan pen flashed out, swinging upwards diagonally.
clang!
The sound of gold and iron resounded, sparks splashing everywhere.
The violent rippling storm raged, and the surrounding ancient trees were suddenly swept away.
Zhou Yuan's body trembled, his eyes squinted
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When I lifted up, I saw that the thing that hit the Tianyuan pen severely was a black iron rod. On the iron rod, the ancient origin pattern was inscribed.
At the other end of the black iron rod, it was the chief named Wang Yuan of the holy palace.
The two people's eyes met each other, both with a murderous intent.
"Boy, you're such a brave man, you are so heavy!" Wang Yuan shouted with cold eyes.
Zhou Yuan's previous counterattack was too swift, so even he didn't have time to rescue him, and Ning Mo was severely injured by Zhou Yuan.
There was a sneer at the corner of Zhou Yuan's mouth, and said, "Your holy palace dare to kill my disciple of Cangxuanzong, do I still need to show mercy to your chief?"
Wang Yuan said in a gloomy tone: "What a big tone, what do you think you are?!"
He clenched the iron-colored iron rod in both palms, and on his arms, a black source of air flowed up, and with a violent shout, the iron rod was slammed down again. With such momentum, even a mountain would be One stick collapsed.
However, Zhou Yuan was not afraid of it. Tian Yuan's pen turned into a black light to greet him. The black pen and the black stick directly bombarded hundreds of rounds in those few breaths.
The surrounding environment was directly torn apart by the confrontation between the two.
clang!
In the last heavy blow, both Zhou Yuan and Wang Yuan shot backwards.
The disciples of the Sacred Palace saw this scene, and their hearts were slightly sinking. When they saw Wang Yuan's anger making a move, they were still expecting that Wang Yuan could defeat the chief of Cang Xuanzong and save some face for their Sacred Palace, but What they didn't expect was that even if Wang Yuan shot, he didn't seem to have much advantage.
You know, among the ten chiefs of their holy palace, Wang Yuan has been able to rank fourth, stronger than the fifth ranked Ning Mo!
The iron rod in Wang Yuan's hand was heavily inserted on the ground, drawing a deep mark, his eyes staring at Zhou Yuan gloomily, he had already felt the strength of the latter in the previous confrontation.
Zhou Yuan's Yuan Qi cultivation base was no weaker than him.
"The Origin Qi stars in my Qi Palace have been condensed to 12,000. The boy in front of him is obviously only at the level of the seventh heaven. Why is the background so strong?!" Wang Yuan's eyes were a little surprised, according to him. Knowing that even the Saint Son of their holy palace, it seems that in the seventh heaven, they can rarely achieve this kind of origin energy.
And when Wang Yuan shot Zhou Yuan, the gold medal rushed out of the valley, standing in the void, the source pattern pen in his hand flashed, and there were many source patterns looming, and Wang Yuan was locked intently.
Being locked by the two chiefs, Wang Yuan's brows were also frowned, which made him know that in today's situation, their holy palace had fallen into a disadvantage.
So he waved his hand decisively.
The many Sacred Palace disciples who were besieging the valley saw it, although they were a little unwilling, but in the end they rushed back.
Several disciples fell on the collapsed mountain and dug out Ning Mo from it. At this time, the latter had already passed out, covered with blood, and his chest had collapsed.
The breath between the sniffles is all
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Become extremely weak.
Seeing this, whether you can live is a problem.
Wang Yuan also saw Ning Mo's state, and his complexion immediately became more gloomy. He stared at Zhou Yuan coldly, and slowly said, "Boy, you have caused a disaster."
"Really?" Zhou Yuan smiled lightly.
"If Ning Mo dies in your hands, my holy palace will definitely make you pay!" Wang Yuan said every word.
"Do you rely on you?" Zhou Yuan lifted the Tianyuan Pen in his hand and pointed at Wang Yuan.
Wang Yuan sneered and said, "You do have some strength, but boy, don't be proud. This area is the territory of my holy palace. I'm unfortunate to tell you that besides me, my holy palace blood temple The chief is also here."
"The chief of the Blood Temple? Fan Yao?"
Hearing this name, Zhou Yuan didn’t move much. On the contrary, the Jin Zhang’s expression in mid-air changed drastically. He hurriedly transmitted a message to Zhou Yuan: “The monster Fan is ranked third among the top ten chiefs of the Holy Palace. Much better than Ning Mo and Wang Yuan! Extremely tricky!"
Zhou Yuan's eyes fluctuated, and his brows wrinkled slightly. It was not because of the so-called Fan Yao, but because of why there were three chiefs of the Holy Palace gathered in this area.
"These guys, are they also coming for the six-color treasure land?" Zhou Yuan passed this thought in his heart.
Wang Yuan looked at the discolored gold medal, and just said coldly: "I advise you, if you are interested, get out of this area quickly, otherwise when Fan Yao takes action, you people, you are ready to never leave. ."
When the voice fell, he glanced at Zhou Yuan coldly again, and swept away with a wave of his palm.
"go!"
"The kid named Zhou Yuan, run away like a bereavement dog, and see you next time, I will let you know the fate of offending my holy palace!"
In that scream, Wang Yuan quickly retreated with many Sacred Palace disciples. Obviously he was also wise. Knowing the current situation, they could no longer gain any advantage.
As for their retreat, Zhou Yuan did not take any other measures. The personnel of the Holy Palace were not weak. If a thorough battle were to be waged here, both sides would inevitably pay a high price.
But in that distance, there are other forces secretly coveting them. If they show weakness, I am afraid that those people will be ready to move.
But no matter what the cruel words that Wang Yuan put up, no one could see that their retreat looked a little dingy.
In the valley, the many disciples of Cangxuanzong cheered.
Further away, the people from all sides also sighed. The previous situation was that the Cangxuanzong's side was completely down. However, who would have thought that when the chief of Saint Genesis Peak appeared, the situation suddenly reversed.
Looking at the road in the mountains and forests in the distance, although young, it has an awe-inspiring figure, and the strong from all sides sighed.
"Unexpectedly, Cang Xuanzong's declining Saint Genesis Peak now has this character..."
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