Thunder Martial

Cutting off Taiwan's blood, bright red dazzle, just in response to Wuyuan's previous words, blood staining the Taiwan.

But, unfortunately, this is not purple blood, it is evil martial arts.

On the stone platform, the crowd stumbled, and I didn't expect the purple clay to block the world of Wu Ba, and it was intact.

“Kill...!” Wu Yuan howled, raged and danced, regardless of the injuries, and rushed to the purple.

This is an indestructible battle that can only be brought to an end once one party has fallen.

“Boom!”

The cold light in the purple eyes was stronger, and a large piece of gold shone. After 78 moves in this battle, Wuyuan was struck again, like a rag, thrown several meters away.

The energy collision on the high stage continued to sound, the battle was almost one-sided, Wuyuan had been hit for the third time, coughing up blood.

“I don't believe I can cut you.” Wuyuan's shirt is shattered, her surrounding blood stains are spotted, her eyes are red, the beard is scattered and she is insane. Today in World War I, he lost his face, and only with purple blood can he wash away all humiliation.

“Break... extinguish! ”

Wuyuan drank heavily, sounded cold, like a powerful ghost, infinitely chilly, his breath changed again, full of aggression, devastation, very scary.

“I want you dead! ”

Wuyuan is completely insane, in order to wash away today's humiliation, he used unfamiliar tactics. This is the ultimate auspiciousness of destructive tactics. The power is no weaker than Wuyuan's, but it can cause great harm to himself before he fully masters it.

As powerful as it is, the backlash is as powerful.

He has repeatedly been humiliated today, putting his life in danger, even if he lay in bed for six months, and he has admitted that today it is necessary to slaughter Purple.

“This is the ultimate destructive tactic of war, and Wuyuan is to burn both jade and stone. ”

“For God's sake, destroy one, and the enemy dies not himself, and that is the death to be born. ”

All the monks who knew the story, their faces turned wild, they knew that the ultimate victory would be revealed at the next moment.

“Extreme Yang! ”

Zixuan felt the danger, shouted loudly, finger to finger printing reappeared, before it was extremely yin, at this moment is the polar sun, exhibiting the strongest power, while guaranteeing yin and yang balance.

“Buzz!”

A slight tremor, a large swath of gold, with a heat of destruction, turned into a golden thunderbolt, rushing towards Wuyuan.

“Annihilation! ”

Wuyuan shouted, Jingqi blended together, struck out the last blow, after one blow, if Ziyuan is immortal, then it is he who dies, if Ziyuan dies, then he will also be weak for a long time, and suffer unimaginable backphage.

Dark rays of light collide with golden rays of light, like energy collisions at two poles, causing destruction.

The heavens and the earth are perishing, the world is perishing, everything is perishing.

The chopping table is shaking, the cracks are spreading out a few meters, like a large crack, even the metaarray in it is also glowing and dim, losing energy.

“Bong Lung Lung! ”

The energy collided, and it took a long time for the thunderous noise to go around, and there was a terrible amount of energy going around the battlefield.

“Boom!”

Energy swept by, a 10-metre high battlefield cracked, followed by a burst, rock chips dancing and smoke covering the sky.

“Boom!”

Immediately after the second battlefield broke apart, the debris danced indiscriminately and was instantly dispersed by energy.

Afterwards, a battlefield burst into fragments and dissipated into fragments. Only in the middle, that 20-metre battlefield, with its yuan formation, was still raging in energy, unable to persevere, but also swayed, and could explode at any moment.

Around the stone platform, I don't know how many brothers were given energy to sweep away, and many more people fell to the floor.

The battle between this blow is terrible, it's kind of a winning and losing blow.

The crowd was very wretched, some of their faces were covered in dirt, their clothes were broken, some were swept away by energy, accidentally smashed their heads, and blood silk spilled out, but as if they hadn't noticed, one of them stared wide-eyed and looked at the decapitation table.

They want to see the final winner.

The smoke was scattered and the eyes of the people were brushed and their eyes turned to the decapitation table, awaiting the ultimate victor.

Wang Xian 'er was anxious and worried.

It was just the first battle, and it turned out to be such a strong opponent that Purple Pearl's life and death are unknown.

On the side of the crowd, Li Hao and the Canghe looked at the battlefield and looked down.

Just in desperate wait, a figure finally appeared on the battlefield. He was shapely, could not stand steadily, had just gotten up and was about to fall.

“Ha ha!” A loud laugh sounded, rampant and comfortable.

“It's Wu Yuan! ”

After seeing the figure standing up, everyone shouted.

It's Wu Yuan, it's Wu Yuan.

Wang Xian 'er's face changed instantly, his eyes were incredible, and there was a wonderful sky. At this moment, he also felt incredible. How could it not be purple?

Knowing the performance before the purple clay, it has always been strong, blocking the world from the bullying, not even injuries.

Wu Yuan stood up while Zi Qian did not appear.

How is this possible?

Everyone had an incredible look on their face and felt that everything was so incredible.

“It's a destructive tactic. It's horrible. ”

“That is the ultimate battle technique, Wuyuan is four levels higher than Ziyuan, and Ziyuan's invincibility is normal. ”

A sigh came from the crowd, and a demon fell.

“Ha...!” Wuyuan loudly laughed, very mad, but the laughter stopped at the next moment, like being strangled by life, hard life stuck the laughter behind.

Above the battlefield, there are many cracks, many of which are a few meters wide and a few meters long, and at this moment, Wuyuan widened his eyes and looked incredibly ahead, the wolf shadow climbing out of the crack.

It was purple, his shirt had several cracks at the moment, his hair had become fluttering, his face slightly grey, and the blow he had just taken had severely traumatized him.

“Purple... purple... you... are not dead?” Seeing the purple rays ahead, Wuyuan seemed to see ghosts. The sound of speech began to tremble. I don't know if it was frightening, or if it was caused by a previous counterphage injury.

“Without dying, Zijuan didn't die! ”

“It was horrible, such a blow didn't even die. ”

“Wicked as it is, it possesses no double fighting power, and Wuyuan loses a thousand means of turning one's enemies into eight hundred, without killing Purple. ”

When the violets appeared, there were shouts from the crowd, this time from many scattered cultivations, and then everyone began to cheer.

Ziqin is not dead, and his temper is not bad enough. He represents the dispersion of cultivation and won a demon.

His eyes are still cold and he looks at Wuyuan, like he's looking at a dead man, "I said, you're just cannon ash, they let you first show up, is to let you die, now send you on the road. ”

The words were calm but endlessly chilly, and the cold light glistened in Purple's eyes, walking forward.

“No... I don't believe it!” Wuyuan growled, his expression was horrible, he danced wildly, he mobilized all the true elements in his body, and he was ready to fight again.

“Whoosh!”

Full of purple air, fast, like a golden lightning, instantly arrived in front of Wuyuan, two fingers together sword, as the light between the fingers flashed, a golden sword chi from Wuyuan's neck.

“Pfft!”

Golden light crossed, a man's head took off, landed on one side of the battlefield, bones rolled for a few laps, then stood there, like being hung high, eyes staring round, with horror.

Wuyuan has not yet fallen, on the headless corpse, the blood spray, two meters high, like a rain of blood, on the decapitation stage.

Cut off Taiwan's blood, cut off Taiwan's blood.

Around, the crows were silent, and the heavens and the earth fell into silence, in a square full of 10,000 people, but they could not even hear their breathing.

Dead.

A monster just died.

And the head was beheaded, and the talking blood was on the chopping table, which was his previous scream.

At this moment, no one spoke, not even those demons, at this moment no longer calm, the difference between the four heavens cut off the source of the force, the purple power, as if it were no different.

If both sides were on the same level, they wondered whether Wu Yuan would be slaughtered.

“Cough!”

Suddenly, a slight cough broke the silence of the square, purple cough, cough a mouthful of blood, just with Wuyuan's blood-sprayed headless corpse, I'm sure, this mouthful of purple blood is really nothing.

At this moment, everyone reacted individually, and the silent square burst out in a flash, causing a scream.

Sound waves are rippling, passing.

“Wuyuan died, and Ziqian chopped off a demon. ”

“True Yuan Er Double Heaven actually killed the evil of Six Heavens with no double fighting power, which is truly no double fighting power. ”

Everyone was excited and shouted. Some of the scattered cultivation was roaring from the sky, as if he was the one who killed Wuyuan.

“Great, great.” Wang Xianye jumped up happy, Zijuan was still alive and cut off Wuyuan.

“Don't be happy too soon, but there are two more.” Wang Shi timely sprinkled cold water, which caused Wang Xian's dissatisfaction for a while.

“Terrible, horrible. ”

The eyes of the other demons on the stone table also flashed constantly, wondering what they were thinking.

“Damn, he actually killed Wu Yuan. ”

Li Hao and Heaven were all furious and nearly smashed the stone table under him.

The face of the powerful man is ugly, but on the high stage, the strong man of Wuzong's face is equally ugly. He spoke loudly and confidently before, threatening Wuyuan more than a dozen moves to cut the purple.

But both sides were right about hundreds of moves, but they didn't win or lose.

In addition, Wuyuan used Wuyuan to kill the Purple Blood, and everything had to end.

But as a result, Wuyuan used a destructive tactic, a tactic that suffered tremendous repetition, which did not kill the purple, but was massacred by others.

Bloodbath.

“Oh, the little guy is nice, it's a title without double fighting power, who among the same ranks can match.” The Liu family laughed, looking at the purple eyes filled with appreciation.

“Something unexpected.” Wang Zhenwei also smiled lightly.

“Well, it has potential.” The only woman on the field, the strong man of the Light Moon Palace, is also a rare compliment.

Compared to the praised purple, the dead Wuyuan became a dead person, not counting his own death, and let several people who had previously looked after him be insulted.

Before, I looked at the emperors of Wuyuan without saying a word, and my face was hard to see.

Martial Sect strong people stood up suddenly and frozen eyes fell on the purple body.