Thunder Martial

When the sky shook, a giant palm print appeared, dark as ink, more than a dozen meters in size, covering the tall platform and turning a terrible aura.

“This is ruined claw! ”

“Wuzong's famous assassination technique. ”

Everyone shouted, never expected that Wuyuan's first strike would be a tactic of assault and killing, the power is absolute, obviously there is full confidence to kill the purple.

“What are you fighting me with? Go to hell.” Wuyuan's eyes fluttered with cold flashes, as his mind moved, over his head, the pitch black palms fell, and the terrible smell flowed.

This is the assassination technique of Wuzong. Even Mo Old has admired it. At this moment, Wuyuan is carrying out, and the palm prints are naturally very powerful. He is also the strongest of all the broken palms he has ever seen.

Killer came to cover the sky and swept the entire battlefield, the battlefield trembling and the palm prints fell over the purple head.

Wuyuan is very powerful, the realm is much higher than his own, purple dare not carelessly, his surroundings, the golden light is more brilliant, like gold water casting, brilliant glow, the prick cannot open his eyes.

“Whoosh!”

When the palm print fell, the purple hands shook fists, the golden qi blood was pouring, the whole person went up against the sky, like a golden light, rushed up.

“Boom!”

The dull explosion appeared, and the battle of the demons opened, and the purple punch actually smashed the stamp of the hand, and the strength of the battle was no different.

Infinite energy diffusion, ravaging the entire battlefield, purple standing on the battlefield, dark hair dancing, undamaged, letting clothes be blown by energy to hunt and dance, eyes cold and ruthless, staring at Wuyuan.

“That's your strong shot, that's all.” Cold purple sound openings, the channel force surrounds the body surface.

The strength of the two sides varies greatly, purple can block the blow of Wuyuan and vibrate everyone on the stone platform.

“This little guy is not weak, and he's a strong fighter.” Wang Zhenwei had a smile on his face and looked at the purple.

“The previous blow was merely a test. There were too many differences in strength. Within 20 moves of Wuyuan, he could be killed.” Wuzongqiang is confident.

Wuyuan was surrounded by a terrible atmosphere, and he had come a long way to master several techniques of assassination.

Infinite killing intent, boundless intimidation appeared, sweeping wildly toward the purple.

“Boy, your district is a double day, how to fight me, it was just a test.” Wuyuan snorted coldly, extremely disdainful, and the cold light flashed in his eyes.

“What is wrong with the Second Heaven? Never underestimate the power of evil, because evil shows fighting power, not boundaries.” Purple indifference, surrounded by golden glow, infinite golden light, blocks the pressure out.

“Die!” Pressure descended, with a terrible aura, rolling an energy toward purple crushing, this time without the use of tactics, but it was obvious that the blow was even more terrible, far surpassing the previous one.

This is a blow from pure force. Wuyuan must use the advantage of the realm to crush Ziyuan and crush Ziyuan.

“Puff!”

Purple punched, driving a large piece of gold light, like a heavy hammer striking, making a dull noise, the whole platform shocked, instantly extinguishing this energy.

The attack by the two men was powerful and terrible, and the whole platform was trembling. If it hadn't been built with intent, it would have exploded.

“Heh!” “Heh! ”

The two were like a light, rushing towards each other, and at this moment they chose to aggressively attack.

The two rays of light are constantly glued, constantly attacking, and the energy collision of the sound keeps ringing, like thunder blowing in the air and deafening.

“Boom!”

The fierce energy swept over the high ground, the aura of destruction was swinging, and the whole high ground was trembling as a trick struck out.

They were like lightning bolts, blinking more than a dozen times, blasting like thunder.

Below, everyone looked up and shocked at the two people on the field. Compared to the previous battle of genius, this battle of demons is a lot more wonderful, just as soon as we fought, there was a terrible atmosphere circulating.

“Don't know who's so sure, 20 moves to win?” The two sides turned their eyes to fight each other for more than a dozen moves, Yongzhu Liu's strong man, Yin Yang weird laughed.

“Wu Yuan just didn't do everything he could, and within fifty moves, Ziyuan will surely die.” The strong martial arts grunt.

“Not bad, Wuyuan's strength is obviously even better than that, killing Zixuan, it's just a matter of time, wanting to come to Zixuan has been running away, Wuyuan is angry, want to play with each other more for a while at this moment.” The strong of the Le family are also attached.

They all have problems with Zijuan, and naturally they don't turn to Zijuan.

“Boom!”

The higher the platform is trembling, the faster the two fight, many monks can only see two lights, but can not see specific hand-to-hand actions, in the blast, more than a hundred moves have passed, still no victory.

Wu Zongqiang no longer spoke, but it can be seen that his face is very ugly. As for the imperial emperor who spoke for Wuyuan before, he was also silent.

The whole high ground is filled with horrible forces, horrible aura, and massive golden rays.

“Annihilation Slash! ”

Wuyuan shouted loudly, his robe danced, he danced wildly, he couldn't hold the purple for a long time, and he struck out a real fire. I saw him pinch it in his hand, his fingers flashed brightly, a giant sword blade appeared, dozens of meters long.

The sword blade was black, rolling magic around, with a terrible aura, slashed forward, the space began to tremble, and a raft of lanes appeared.

An intent to kill is full of battlefields. This is another attack technique of Wuzong and is also powerful.

“Blue Peak Slash! ”

The cold light flashed in the purple eyes, equally unwilling to show weakness, the golden light jumped between the fingers, a golden razor blade appeared, with an aura not weaker than the black blade, rushing forward.

“Boom!”

This is a terrible collision, an outbreak of terrible energy, and the battlefield seems to be unbearable and about to collapse.

On the high stage, he saw Purple Peak chopped, Wang Zhenwei's eyebrows picked and swept the stone table below.

“Azure Peak Seal! ”

But immediately after that, the printing in Purple Hand began again, a big gold print appeared, dozens of meters long, surrounded by golden light, with trace marks, flowing a terrible smell, like a mountain, with a tens of millions of moments, falling from the air.

This is the Qing Feng seal of the Wang family. Although the colour has changed and the smell is different, Wang Zhenwei still recognizes that this is the Qing Feng seal of their family.

Only family members can learn the art of assassination, and the power is not weaker than the destruction of martial arts.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the high platform, the face of Wang Dome and others also changed, they naturally recognized their own warfare skills.

Wang Shan threw up his tongue and took a step back without a trace. Left the eyes of Wang Dome and Wang Shi to fall on Wang Xian, who stared nervously at the battle ahead.

“Zijuan, you go to hell. ”

The big golden colored impression exploded and Wuyuan rushed out, pouring horrible force around, rushing towards the purple.

Purple eyes are cold and ruthless and have a killing intent on their faces. This is a constant battle that can only be ended once one party dies.

He held his fist in his right hand, perfectly released his energy, his body breathed blood like a real dragon, providing endless strength, his fist like a big golden hammer, suddenly dropped.

“Bang!”

A loud shock, the heavens and earth trembled, the entire battlefield swayed, golden rays of light fell, heavy fists fell, and Wuyuan was directly smashed into flight.

“Drink!”

Purple ray rushed up, two fists staggered, a golden ray of ray of light, like two large grinding discs, pressed towards Wuyuan.

The terrible atmosphere was spinning and Wuyuan similarly drank and struck a strong blow.

“Boom! ”

Heavy collisions, even surging platforms, began to tremble sharply at this moment, and the cracks in the lane began to spread.

“Dude, dude!” A powerful blow caused Wuyuan to retreat a few steps, his face was pale and unbelievably ugly, and he was suppressed.

It was suppressed by a tiny real-world double day.

“It's horrible. Is Zijuan really the only one with the power of True Won Two Days? ”

“Wuyuan is powerful, and he actually fights Zijuan with a flat hand. ”

“The double heavens suppressed the six heavens, which crossed the fourth level in battle and still fought a demon. ”

Ziyuan and Wuyuan are four heavens apart, but at this moment, Ziyuan is an even enemy. Ziyuan is still slightly above the top, powerful fighting power, shocking everyone.

Undoubled Battle Force!

At this moment, the minds of all cannot help but think of these four words. Purple is a demon and a demon with no double power.

Four heavens apart, fierce warfare sources, able to suppress each other, even if the ultimate defeat, Zixuan is still the defeat of Judgment.

But Ziqian can't lose. In this life and death battle, defeat is death. He doesn't want to die.

“Yan!” Wuyuan's hands, the light flashed, a sharp weapon appeared, this is a weapon made by the royal emperor. Although it is impossible to compare the spiritual soldiers, the toughness and sharpness are remarkable.

The surface of the sharp instrument, the cold light flashes, like a water wave, Lew Lucien suddenly kills intent, this is a sharp instrument, Wuyuan does not know how many people he chopped with, among them heartless killing intent, can take people's mind.

Wuyuan hand-held the weapon and activated the true elements in the body, which lashed towards the purple ray.

Man and weapon united, Wuyuan seemed to turn into a light, stabbed purple face door, the light flashed away.

“When!” Purple raised his hand and stopped, a large piece of gold light appeared in the palm, he was shocked back a few steps, above the palm, a wound appeared, red blood dropped down.

“What?”

“Wu Yuan's powerful blow was just a drop of blood. ”

On the stone stage, all the brothers changed color, shocked, Wuyuan handheld weapon hit, powerful, not to mention the real Yuan Erhui Heaven, even if it was in front of the real Yuan Seventy-Eight Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly Heavenly, to be chopped, but purple is only a minor injury, only one drop of blood.

The strong ones on the high stage, the divine color is also slightly moving, the purple body, is amazing, surprised them.

Wuyuan's face also changed numerically, followed by a loud drink, turned into a light, and rushed up again.

“Fuck off!" Purple dragon drank, perfect body actually hurt, which made him completely angry, the golden air and blood in his body kept pouring, like a fully awake dragon, providing endless power to Purple Dragon.

He shook his fist and swung a large amount of gold, rushing to his advantage with flesh and blood.

“When!”

The golden light overflowed and the purple punch fell, causing loud noises, like bells.

“Dang!” “Dang! ”

Zijuan punched continuously, fast, like a rain point falling, falling on top of the sharp instrument, shaking out a large amount of gold light.

“Pong!” “Pong!” “Pong! ”

The fist flashed, purple punched more than a dozen punches, each punch has a large amount of golden light flowing, each punch contains terrible power, as the last punch fell, a channel crack appeared above the sharp instrument, eventually bursting.