Supreme Uprising

Luo Yunyang, in the shadow of the thirty-three heavens, was like the Nine Heavenly Demons, punched out with one punch, the power of the pounding law, in an irreversible force, heavy towards the four saints crossed the past.

The four bad saints have been realized, almost simultaneously emptying and flying away.

As saints of the Hyundai clan, they have gone into hiding, but their fighting power has not diminished much.

But they retreated fast, but faster than Luo Yunyang's punch, that is, instantly, they had been hit by Luo Yunyang's punch.

And just when that punch hit them in the body, the four saints had dark light.

These black lights congeal almost simultaneously into a dark clock that protects the bodies of the four saints.

“Boom!”

The clock broke, and the four saints flew backwards like meteors. At this moment, for Luo Yunyang, his best option is to rush out as quickly as possible and then win the chase.

Unfortunately, although he wanted to do so in his heart, that punch had consumed all his strength and emptiness.

At the moment of the finger, he couldn't move.

It was also at this time that Luo Yunyang deeply felt the gap between himself and the true Yuanzheng.

Real Yuanzheng reverses the laws of creation and can use them to save a lot of strength, and the power consumed is multiplied through the use of these laws by the Famen.

Especially the Pharman in the inheritance of the Second Metamorphosis, though infinite in power, and because it was inherited, it was not obstructed in its use, but the consumption of power was really a bit unaffordable.

After taking a deep breath, Luo Yunyang recovered a lot of strength, and at this time, the four Xuanxun Saints finally stopped.

Their faces are incredibly pale, and their eyes are even more flashing with a hint of blood.

It can be said by now that they are on the verge of madness.

“Sin, you really want to die!” Speaking is the prodigal saint who stood in front of him, but at this point in time a crack had appeared in his body and heart, like a spiderweb.

This crack, while not enough to kill him, can turn past diving into running water.

“Death, you four old things, if you don't give me an account, I'll tear you apart here today!” Luo Yunyang looked at the four Xuanxuan Saints and his voice was filled with sarcasm.

Jiuzi Xuanlui had been watching Luo Yunyang's hand. When the shadow of the 33rd heaven appeared, a little regret rose in his heart.

Because the illusion of the Thirty-three Heavens, in both sensory and other ways, is not weaker than his means of pressing the bottom of the box.

If both can be verified, perhaps he can be repaired to a higher level. But such a good opportunity was lost to him.

The more intense his regret was when he thought of this opportunity that would not have been seen in his eyes, he had such a powerful power.

At this time, the Lord of the Upper Palace and others, the divine colour of Luo Yunyang began to change. If Luo Yunyang is just an ordinary primitive privilege, they can also suppress it, but from Luo Yunyang's just hand, his power has reached the realm of the primitive privilege.

Suppressing a prime minister is not an easy thing.

Not to mention the inheritance of the Second Ancient Lord.

“Lord Tianwu, did you persuade one, two?” After frowning, the Lord of the Upper Palace gently came to the side of Lord Tianwu.

Though he was too dissatisfied with Naran Night, he also knew that if Naran Night and the four saints were left to fight, it would be a great loss to the Xuan Dynasty Clan.

Lord Tianwu looked at the Lord of the Upper Palace and snorted coldly: "Can I stop this kind of thing? ”

“Unless these four saints give Naran an account of the night, you know, there will be no good mood for anyone who is used in this inheritance to give a shady hand. ”

The more ugly the face of the Lord of the ancient meditation temple, how could he not hear it? The Lord of the Temple of Tianwu is simply unwilling to take charge of this matter.

Despite his deep hatred for the actions of the Lord of the Temple of Tianwu, he persuaded the Perseverance Son: “If the conflict between the Naran Night and the four saints becomes more intense, in the end, it is always our Xuanlui clan that suffers and reduces our strength. ”

“Lord Tianwu, at a time when you are one of the six great medieval palaces, can't you tell what is light and what is heavy? ”

Lord Tianwu looked at the Lord of the Upper Palace and said more coldly in his voice: "Sarah, have you thought of me as the Lord of the Six Underworld Palaces at this time? Why didn't you want this before? ”

“Besides, now that you think about undermining the strength of my Xuanxun clan, why didn't you say in the past that you undercut the strength of my Xuanxun clan? ”

“Humph, this thing has to be explained to Nalan Night. ”

“Although Naran Night was well repaired and inherited by the Second Ancient Pluto, there was a huge gap between him and the four great saints.” In the voice of the Lord of the Upper Palace, there is a sharp message: “He is the only one who will suffer eventually from the conflict. ”

“Then let him suffer!” The Lord of the Temple of Heavenly Martial Arts did not think so.

Also at this time, Luo Yunyang had taken a swing, and as his hands flipped, behind him appeared a figure of Xuanyang.

These bastards, though seemingly fictional, appear to be even more repressive at a time when, as they emerge, they are inherently buried in heaven and earth.

There is a sensational fear that flashes in each of these bodies, and there is a kind of aura in each of them.

“Thirty-three days handsome, out!” Luo Yunyang quickly strangled his fingerprints in these shadows.

A figure, coming out of the thirty-three days behind Luo Yunyang, they look fictional, but diffuse from them, is a frightening atmosphere.

These scents make a lot of people feel cold and chestnut. Seeing the rush out to get 33 days of good-looking, the faces of the four great Xuan meditation saints became more harsh.

From these 33 days of being handsome, they sensed a force no less than the primitive primitive metabolism.

If it was just one or two too primitive elements, they wouldn't care, even if it was ten or eight, they could easily cope.

But now, when Luo Yunyang did it, it was thirty-three primitive yuan meditation. So many too primitive elements worked together, and they felt a lot of pressure.

“Four Elephants One, Heaven and Earth One!” At a glance at the moment, the four saints drank almost simultaneously.

In their hands, they squeeze different handprints, all four of which are dominated by black, but exhibit different depths of black light, raging wildly in the void.

That is, for a moment, these lights have converged into a four-color void, toward the thirty-three handsome, and rolled directly into the past.

This strike gathers the full strength of the four Saints of the Xuanming Clan.

If Luo Yunyang is the body, through the property regulator, it is not too difficult to break down the attack of the strong of these four Xuanhui clans.

But he is already in the upper echelons of the Xuanming clan, and now he dares not use his identity at will.

After all, being able to have such an identity is not an easy task, and it would be too much to lose if it were a little careless.

Fortunately, in the inheritance of the Second Century Ancient Pluto, it is not the gateway without which to confront this means, the thirty-three handsome, almost simultaneous wild strikes at the moment when the light of the four great saints is convoluted.

Their power, seemingly dispersed, but in a moment of convergence, contains a power that makes people feel trembling from their hearts.

“Bang Bang Bang! ”

Thirty-three handsome men, in this collision, quickly retreated, and the saints of the four Genghui clans, in their eyes, showed joy. Just as they were once again provoking the seal of France, a dozen of them seemed to have begun their own battles and had rushed behind the four great saints.

Thereafter, they vacated almost simultaneously and launched their most powerful means of attack towards their respective targets.

“While it's a good idea to have 33 assistants, it's a little too dispersed.” Jiuzi Xuanlui's voice carried a hint of lightness.

His Nine Son Pharaoh, though incarnated without these 33 handsome more, each possesses the same power as the body.

That's enough to make him proud.

But just as he spoke, he suddenly saw that a handsome man who wasn't supposed to move too fast suddenly accelerated the movement ten times faster.

And the power, even faster, tenfold.

The black knife, flashing through all the light, was severely chopped among the four great saints, standing on the shoulder in the middle position.

This holy man, who stands in the middle of nowhere, is also a high-powered man. It's no exaggeration to say that he can't remember how long he hasn't been accused of anything!

Now almost pointing to his nose, Luo Yunyang has made him feel out of anger. He wants to teach this little figure who doesn't know the thickness of the heavens and the earth a lesson.

But just when this idea arose in his heart, Luo Yunyang's attack came.

Originally he didn't care too much about this attack. After all, his body, the attack of ordinary Yuantong, could not break the defense of his body at all.

But when the aura of that knife changed dramatically, he realized it was bad. It was too late for him to change the way he attacked at this time!

Just for a moment, the knife had been severely chopped on him, and his body was completely coagulated by law, under which it was cut into two sections.

Though chopped into two segments, not necessarily necessarily to die, it is a great humiliation to say that the body of a prodigal saint is chopped into two segments.

Even so, Luo Yunyang is not ready to stop!