Dragon Prince Yuan

- Whoa!

Over Lake Six Colors, the celestial pen wrapped in the male and gold source gas whistled down, collided with the white bone ghost claw cane, crisp sound, with the visible force of the naked eye swung away, distorted the void.

Zhou Yuan and Fan Xin's gaze intertwined, killing intent.

The next moment, both sides made a bold move.

The shadows and wands of the sky whizzed, pouring out like torrential rain, and the low voices exploded in the sky for a few hundred rounds in that short period of not more than a few decades.

There's no coincidence in that kind of confrontation, it's all about fighting on its own.

Obviously, the demon has great confidence in his source gas, he believes that it can overwhelm the circumference, but the circumference is not at all afraid. Although speaking of the number of source gas stars in the gas house, perhaps he is slightly worse than the demon, the fighting power of the source gas is strong, not only depends on the number of source gas stars...

His all-powerful Qi, although it is still only six Qi Qi, really talk about quality, definitely enough compared to some Qi Qi Qi Qi.

Fan Xin's blood red Qi is also a six-piece, but compared to Zhou Yuan's Tong Tian Xuan Qi, there is a certain distance.

Therefore, Fan Xin's source gas stars are more numerous, but in quality, Zhou Yuan won.

Boom! Boom!

In the sky, the two men fought for hundreds of rounds in a very short space of time, and the intensity of many people looked dark, but they could also see that there was some indifference between the two.

This surprised them. After all, it should be obvious from the background of the Qi that Fan demons have gained an advantage, but in reality, this is not the case.

Boo!

In the sky, the Tian Yuan pen and white bone cane touched again fiercely, the ripples swept apart, then the two shadows were shocked and backfired.

Zhou Yuan stabilized himself and stared at Fan Xin. The latter's strength was indeed very strong. Before, when he confronted Ning Mo, he could suppress him solely by virtue of his own energy, but now he can only confront Fan Xin, but he can only be level.

However, compared to Zhou Yuan's divine color, Fan demon's face appeared a little shady. I thought it was unexpected that his underlying strength of gas did not achieve half the effect.

“Why does this kid always suppress my ‘blood demon' when he's only six pints?” Fan demon's heart has some anger. Even in the temple, only the chief disciple can practice the Qi Qi he practiced. In his view, even Zhouyuan is the Qi Qi Qi Qi, and he should be suppressed by it.

However, despite the confusion and anger, after all, Fan Xin passed through hundreds of wars, quickly converging his emotions, his eyes swept Zhou Yuan's eyes with a cold sweep, his hands suddenly joined together, forming a French seal.

Buzz!

The blood red gas comes from the sweep of heaven and earth, and there is a bloody atmosphere all over the heavens and earth.

Since pure source gas does not prevail, let the source technology prevail. As the chief of the Temple of Blood, Fan Xin has been practicing in the Temple for many years. Believe it or not, he will not be able to deal with a new chief who has only been in the Xuanzheng Sect for a few years.

“Toxicology! ”

Rolling blood and red gas flickered around Fan Xin, quickly condensed, actually formed a huge blood dragon, and around the blood dragon, there was a gas surge, the momentum was unmatched.

This “poisonous dragon technique” is a sublime technique that Fan Xun is very good at. He has been immersed in it for many years and is extremely close to full level and powerful.

Fan Xin shouted and drank. He only saw the dragon roaring out with the poison gas. He attacked Zhou Yuan and killed him. The general atmosphere is amazing.

Zhou Yuan stood in the void, he looked at the roaring poisonous gas dragon, unchanged in color, his hands were also a lightning mark, and the source gas in his body converged wildly.

His mouth stirred up at this point.

“Tianyang Goddess Record - Tianyang Fire! ”

The next moment, his mouth opened suddenly, the time, the dark golden flame was like a dragonbreath, coming out of his mouth, directly with the gas and blood dragon.

This dark golden sky and sun fire, which represents the circumferential sky and sun god record, has reached its full limit.

The temperature in the entire heavens and the earth rises at this time, and those bloody breaths are swept away.

Shh!

The dark gold flame collided with the dragon, only the flame was rising. The poison gas around the dragon was directly burned out. The dragon was also shrinking at a visible speed.

After more than a dozen breaths, the dragon was burned alive into nothingness.

And the dark golden flame, there is still Yu Wei, whistling at that gloomy Fan demon.

Fan Xian's sleeve robe waved, blood red source gas formed a light screen in front of him, resisting the remaining dark gold flame, he just wanted to talk, only to see Zhou Yuan's mouth drummed up again.

“The sun is burning! ”

Another dark golden fire dragon whistled out and smashed his head and face against Fan Xin.

Fan Xin did not dare to be lazy, hurriedly motivated the internal source gas, another poisonous gas blood dragon shaped, hurry up.

Boom!

Halfway through the air, the golden flames collide with the blood dragons, spreading the afterwaves, and the fury is unmatched.

The source gas shock wave swept away, Fan demon's face was shady and retreated, but even though he felt there was a movement behind him, his eyes swept away, and only countless lake water was moved by invisible forces, turned into a giant hand, and he shot it hard.

The giant hand came silently, without any fluctuations in the source gas.

“The power of God's soul?!” Fan Xin's eyes were heavy.

It is clear that the week has begun to do everything in its power to launch an offensive with the intention of seizing initiative.

Fan demon stomped his foot, the blood red source came out of the sky, also forming the blood red giant hand, and collided severely with the six-color lake water giant hand.

Wow!

Both broke at the same time, and the lake suddenly turned into heavy rainfall, pouring down.

Zhou Yuan stood between the storms, and those storms automatically bounced off his body about the distance, as if they were hindered by invisible forces.

His eyebrow, his soul vibrated violently.

He stretched out his hand and pointed far away at Fan Xin, between his eyebrows, the power of the late realm of God, at this time erupted unreservedly.

“Spirit shakes! ”

Buzz!

Intangible spirits, suddenly burst out, that speed, far more rapid and sudden than the source gas attack, so even the demon has not yet reacted, the pounding intangible spiritual power, is the harsh bombardment.

Buzz!

The attack of God's soul did not have any alarming noise, but the face of Fan demon changed instantly at this moment. His body, though not harmed in any way, was suddenly twisted.

There is intense pain coming from the brow, as if it were about to be torn.

It was caused by the shaking of God's soul.

A strong vertigo erupted from his head, causing his head to burst, but the good news is that Fan Xin is not a generalist. At the same time, he bites the tip of his tongue, a sperm of blood erupts, and then bursts into the brow heart, where a blood-red line is formed.

That sore sensation of the divine soul gradually dissipated.

Boom!

But when he had just stopped the pain, he noticed a rushing wind-breaking noise in front of him, and when his heart was pounding, he was crying bad.

Zhou Yuan's figure rushed like a ghost, his five fingers clenched into fists, his skin flashed with jade light, and silver blossoms in his skeleton.

Boom!

He looked cold, underneath a punch, wrapped in huge power, grabbed the demon's bloom directly, and pounded hard at the area he wanted to harm.

In a hurry, Fan Xin can only form a source gas screen in front of him with blood red source gas.

Knock!

However, Zhou Yuan fell, the source gas screen instantly collapsed, the punch was over Fan demon's chest, he bled out on the spot, his figure fell down, on the face of the huge Lake of Six Colours, drew a long trace.

The battle here was also seen in the eyes of many hearted people at the first moment, when countless shouts erupted between the heavens and the earth.

That gaze, with a strong shock, looked at the figure of the Zhouyuan in the sky, obviously they didn't think that Zhouyuan's confrontation with Fan Xin, the first to be injured, would actually be the latter...

The other two circles, Tang Xiaoyan and Jinzhang, also noticed this situation. Although Jinzhang was also stunned, it was acceptable for a while given the many miracles before the week.

Instead, Tang Xiaoyan opened his mouth with red and moist mouth, and his eyes filled with vibrations.

Apparently, the scene had a considerable impact on her.

Halfway up in the air, Zhou Yuan looked down at the figure on the lake, although he had previously gained advantages, but he had not relaxed because he could feel the figure of Fan Xin below, and there seemed to be an extremely alarming fluctuation of the source gas in his body.

The red air flow slowly rose from Fan Xin's body. He raised his head slightly, and the book showed a slight red eye. At this time, it completely turned into the red color of blood.

At the corner of the eye, there's even blood spilling, which looks terrible.

An unspeakable sense of brutality emanates from its body.

Obviously, he was wounded by the Zhou Yuan before, completely and completely provoked this third chief disciple in the Holy Palace...

The blood red air flow converged on Fan demon's body, and finally formed a huge blood red shadow of about a thousand feet. The blood shadow, like the blood demon, when it appeared, the circumference felt that the blood in the body seemed to be disturbed at this time.

The face of the circumference becomes clotted.

In the distance, Tang Xiaoyan saw the demonic blood shadow, but his pretty face changed. He drank hastily: “Zhou Yuan, that is the most powerful source technique of the Temple of the Blood of the Holy Palace...”

Her voice had not yet fallen, Zhou Yuan heard, a shady, cold to extreme voice, slowly from below the demon Fan's mouth, sounded.

“Blood! Demon! ”