Dragon Prince Yuan

Nine billion sources of gas are shaking the heavens and the earth, and the entire space is trembling slightly at this time.

That's called a discoloration of heaven and earth.

And Lu Tai's face also gradually became serious at this time. He also felt some vibration in his heart about this surge in the Zhou Yuan. Although it is true that some of the source infant secrets can increase in a short period of time, the upgrade is also limited, and he has never heard of this surge of nearly 20 billion secrets.

Apparently, he underestimated the man who created the miracle in ancient heaven.

“Looks like I need to take back what I said. ”

Lu Tai slowly said, but his eyes are getting stronger and stronger at this time: “Zhou Yuan, you really deserve to be my opponent. If so, then defeat you and destroy the Zulong lamp again, I think it should also be time! ”

He stepped out and the figure appeared directly over the circumference.

Five fingers stretched out, only to see his entire palm gradually become a little illusory at this time.

The vast source of air between the heavens and the earth converges wildly, and the palm of the palm is like a black hole, directly devouring the full range of the heavens and the earth.

Boom!

He slapped it, and at that moment, it seemed that even the sky was dimmed, and all the light was gone, and in view, only that godlike hand was lightly slapped.

Zhou Yuan's body swept like a storm, he looked at the clapped palm, between the sleeve robes, suddenly black and white thunder flashed, the next moment, thunder roaring, directly turned into the infinite sea of black and white god thunder, collided with that palm.

Yin-Yang Thunderprint!

With the source gas of today's Zhouyuan, this once small sacred art is even more powerful than the seven colors of the heavenly sword light in the sun and the sun!

That is no longer a divine thunder or two, but a sea of divine thunder!

Boom!

The two collide hard in the void, the time, the heavens and the earth are dark, only the shock wave of terror is constantly raging, shattering the void.

After counting the interest, the afterwave gradually dissipated.

Zhou Yuan and Lu Tai's figure were all trembling and took half a step back.

Lu Tai's eyebrows wrinkled, such an attack was completely blocked by Zhou Yuan. You should know that although the latter's background surged to 90 billion, it was weaker than his eventual return. Moreover, the source of such a surge in external forces should not be comparable to the reliability of his own training over the years.

But he has no trees at the moment, and can only say that the overall quality of the Zhou Yuan is quite strong.

The source of that surge was not out of control, but completely under his control.

Such a character, indeed, is elusive.

“Unfortunately, I'm not in the best shape at the moment, otherwise I can't have his share of the jump. ”

Lu Tai shook his head gently and his eyes flashed, turning into the color of the final decision: “Time is running out, let's just decide to win! ”

He is at least the third best in the Source Baby List. He has been famous for many years in Mixed Yuan Tian. He is arrogant, so he really doesn't believe today. He will not be able to suppress the next minor who has just entered the Source Baby!

Lu Tai took a deep breath, his palms suddenly changed the illusion method.

Ultimately, his palms coincided like a circle of sun and moon.

And the heavens and the earth, at this moment, are in complete darkness.

Only Lu Tai's palms emit the only light.

There are unspeakable terror fluctuations that compress and converge between Lutai's palms.

A moment later, Lu Tai's face revealed a little pale, but between his palms, a light imprint was born, that light imprinted Jomo's head size, and it was able to see countless mountain rivers, like a world!

In the first impression, it seems to have the power of a realm.

Lu Tai stared at the light mark, then his indifferent eyes turned to Zhou Yuan, the faint voice rang out: “This is a mountain river imprint, it is a great sacred origin technique, if you can stop me, I will retreat. ”

He bounced softly, seeing the light mark was slowly flowing, which seemed slow, but it was as if it could penetrate time and space, falling directly against the Zhou Yuan.

Light prints fall, blocking space is simply inescapable.

Little lights fall, even voids cry, as if they can't bear the power of terror.

“Grand Sacred Origin...”

Zhou Yuan's eyes are bright, Holy Source art naturally also has a hierarchy, and a simple and ancient large word, has been exhausted, which is obviously a stronger level than ordinary Holy Source art, and it is said that on top of that great Holy Source art, there is also super Holy Source art, which is a technique for the hearts and minds of even the powerful in the jurisdictions.

Today, Zhou Yuan is learning, and only the seven colors of Chopping Sword Light can be counted.

However, it is unclear what level this technique is, and Zhou Yuan is not even recorded in the Qianxuan sect. After all, it is too rare for people who have completed this technique for hundreds of years.

Huh.

Zhou Yuan exhaled deeply and his eyes sharply. The next moment, there was a clear and bright sword roaring through the heavens and the earth.

Only a colorful sword light rises slowly from the top of Zhou Yuan's head.

One... three... five!

Five colorful swords float quietly like seven colorful glasses, and exude dramatic sharpness.

The previous Zhouyuan was able to condense four colorful swordlights, but at this time the source gas surged, it was able to condense more together.

“You do have a great sword light, but unfortunately, I'm afraid five lines are not enough!” Lu Tai looked at the scene and slowed down.

Zhou Yuan snorted, seemingly smiling: "Isn't that enough? ”

“It's simple...”

His eyes flashed with silver flashes, some silver-tone lights climbing out of his skin.

“Buzz!”

The next moment, there was another amazing sword roaring, then Lu Tai was seen with a slight change of colour, and there was a seven colour sword light, slowly rising.

Four colorful swords shaped again!

Plus the previous five, that's nine!

At this moment, the sword is filled with heaven and earth, and even the void is gradually crushing.

“Nine ways to chop the heavenly sword light...” Zhou Yuan looked at the nine ways to chop the heavenly sword light suspended above his head. If the seven color-chopping courgettes were to be repaired to their peak, there could be seven ways to chop the heavenly sword light, but now he, instead, has drummed out nine ways.

Of course, the four swords created behind it naturally draw on the power of the silver shadow.

In the perception of the Zhou Yuan meditation, this seven color-chopping gourd formed by the fusion of the seven techniques of Xuan Xuan, should be quite magical, nurturing the seven ways of chopping the heavenly sword light, perhaps it is not its true secret, and as for its other powers, the Zhou Yuan feels that it can only be opened when the seven swordlights are truly nurtured by itself.

Zhou Yuan's nine swordlights are not counted, because four of them are inspired by silver shadow. The two sources are different and have not fallen into the same slaughterhouse, and naturally cannot cause its change.

But even so, when these nine swordlights appear at the same time, the threat is still shocking.

In that scene, the sword is like trying to open the ground.

Zhou Yuan's eyes narrowed his mind. The magic of the seven colors of the heavenly gourd was so that he would naturally know when he nurtured seven ways of cutting the heavenly sword light by himself. At present, he still had to solve this strong enemy before talking.

He raised his head and looked at the light of the mountain river falling from the void.

And then it bounced.

Buzz!

The next moment, nine colorful swordlights emerged, dragging the gorgeous tail of light, like nine meteors, penetrating the sky, eventually with unspeakable sharpness, colliding with the town's light mark.

At the moment of the collision, many eyes were cast.

Even the four saints in the battle cast their gaze.

In their plot, the collision of these two infants has become a vital part of...