The God of War Challenging Heaven

Fierce.

“Kill Three - Style One! ”

He would change his moves, punch out, blow into the huge knife flash and smash it directly.

“Cut off the Eighth Style by the gods! ”

He Gong's God of Heaven has been cut, has been applied to the eighth formula, by this formula, that power, has been exactly twice that of the first, sharp half-moon curved knife, sharp and weird, drew a suffocating giant knife.

“Kill Type Three - Type Two! ”

Qin Yi was not panicked. From the standpoint of battle, he massacred type 3 type 2 and carried it out. He still punched and smashed the knife into pieces.

His internal strength, as if it were a wave, combined with the seeds of the burning fire elements of the bear in Dantian, made every punch, the force was millions.

Such a force, even the Great Xuan Master at the peak of Xuan Dao 9, would be devastated if he was punched, even if he did not die.

“Style 9 by the gods! ”

He Kung Fu drank.

Style IX by the gods is four times more powerful than Style I.

“Kill Type Three - Type Three! ”

Qin Yi punched out, almost punched through the heavens and the earth. That fist was harder and steel was harder. He Kung.

The space around the fist was heavily distorted, as if it were about to break apart.

It's amazing!

Qin Yi, a disciple who had just broken through the sect, actually raw and resisted Hegong's style 9 thanks to the heavens chopped, and what was even more disturbing was that he had always been idle and there was no downwind at all.

“Such momentum is not something that ordinary people can possess. It must go through hundreds of wars before it can grind out. ”

The ancestor sitting on the top of the stone steps and, at this moment, all couldn't help but sigh: “Qin Yi exerted, although only Xuando Martial Arts, his own momentum is much stronger than that of He Gong, and his speed, inner strength, and weakness are not weak. He Gong wants to defeat him, he is afraid it will not be easy. This disciple is amazing because of his gift. ”

Bai Xianzhen below, his face has become quite gloomy, Qin Yi was born across the sky, he is disturbed.

The disciples in the top ten rankings over there, looking at Qin Yi on that ring, all showed incredible divinity. The disciples behind that ranking showed shame and thought they were not rivals of Qin Yi.

Howard, Naran Yunfang and several other top disciples are also secretly thinking about themselves. If Qin Yi is challenging himself, what are his chances of winning?

Above the ring.

“Let the gods cut off the 10th! ”

He Gong roared.

At this moment, his head was full of dark hair, his roots were erected upside down, and his body was full of violent air. This beastly appearance differed greatly from his usual lazy and casual image.

The endless forest sword came out of the sky, with a thrilling roar of rage, and struck toward Qin Yi.

Formula 10 is six times more powerful than Formula 1!

“Rage trick! ”

Looking at the knife as if it were the face of a lifeless ghost, Qin Yi stood there arrogantly. He did not move, and his shirt was hunting.

He turned his palm into a fist and changed martial arts once again, facing the astonishing knife.

In an instant, a violent atmosphere leaked out on him, his whole human rhythm, and with this dramatically changed, black-haired madness, in the chest, in an instant, was to ignite a tremendous warfare.

“Boom!”

Qin Yi punched out, the pressure emitted on his fist, pressing the space around him, is a crazy twist, the momentum is tens of millions.

Fury trick!

Seeing the young man on the stage, all of a sudden he punched so overwhelmingly, all the senior members of the sect were surprised to get up again and look at the young man on the stage like a ghost.

It's hard to add to people's hearts!

Not just because of the teenager's amazing punch.

“taboo martial arts reproduction! ”

The eight elders' true worshippers, after a harsh standstill, appeared again without a trace on their white faces with a smile: “If so, the boy in front of me would not have threatened me in any way. ”

After Yan Bi, he breathed out a long breath. The feeling of uneasiness that had developed in his mind before, instantly, disappeared.

He knows perfectly well what the end result of cultivating The Furious Tip is, that is, brutality, without accidents!

The elder, who had never spoken, was suddenly trembling and the muscles on his face fluttered: “Tragedy, the tragedy of two years ago in the Sect, happened again. ”

Other high levels in the Sect, some slightly sighed and revealed regret, while others were somewhat blissful.

On the ring.

Qin Yi in the fierce war, it is impossible to even notice the movements of these Sect high level. At this moment, he, his body is full of fierce power, every punch, there is an unparalleled energy.

Feeling the strength of Qin Yi's boxing method, He Gong felt horrified and fought with all his strength.

“Let the gods chop off the twelfth! ”

He has come to the thirteenth!

The power of this formula is ten times greater than that of the first formula, and the mere power of that knife is enough to severely traumatize any strong person below the Path.

“Rage trick! ”

Qin Yi's manoeuvre remained unchanged. He still fought with fierce tactics. He gave this manoeuvre to the gods to chop them up and blow them to pieces.

The tactic of fury, in fact, is not complicated, and it can even be said to be less intelligent than the Fist of the Horse, and its magic machine is to bring a person into fury.

Once a person enters a violent state, its explosive power is definitely more than twice that of normal.

Today, Qin Yi has cultivated the Martial Arts of Rage into the fourth realm of half a step. How powerful is it? You can totally imagine it.

However, despite this, the opposite Kung Fu is still not in the wind, and his strength is visible.

“Ha ha, this battle is painful, but I'd like to see that you can resist my goddess of God chopping to the second formula. ”

He Kung suddenly laughed, madness revealed.

"Totian Chop" is a total of eighteen styles, each style, the power is superimposed. He doesn't believe that a kid who just broke through the pagoda can still completely resist his eighteen styles of Totian Chop.

He Kungyang knife!

Machete to heaven!

Endless killings, instant ravages!

“Cut off the Fourteenth Style by the gods! ”

He Gong roared, holding the knife in his hands, and he broke the chestnut knife.

“It's all over now. ”

The faint voice, but from Qin Yi's mouth, slowly exhaled.

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In the next moment, his rhythm changed dramatically again, and the whole man, as if he had suddenly arrived here from the Immortal Age, was covered with a hint of magic, even suddenly engulfed in the sky.

“Pfft, pfft...”

At the same time, in his left hand, a sudden burst of bone surge was heard, and in an instant, his left hand became sufficiently wide.