Thunder Martial

Purple handshakes the sheath and walks toward the space in front of him, slowly but steadily, looking indifferent.

The expression on the face, constantly changing, behind it, the heart is also deliberately beating under the control of the formation method, the energy is still passing. Had it not been for this damned method of formation, it would have chosen to sleep, even if millions of years had passed and, after awakening, it would still be the Heart of the Gods, the existence of which no one could kill.

But now, once powerful, it's already very weak, so weak that even a small heaven could threaten it.

It's very frustrating!

It's like a conspiracy, a calculation, but it takes tens of millions of years, tens of generations, even hundreds of generations.

Without knowing what the face was thinking at the moment, he walked into the barrier without hindrance, then looked at the face and punched it out.

The glow of gold shines and the glowing fist illuminates the space.

Before the punch falls, the face dissipates naturally.

At this moment, the heart will not waste a trace of energy.

Face dissipates, turning into energy retracted by the heart, the light above the heart seems slightly brighter, then the heart starts beating, trying to grasp the frequency of purple heartbeat.

“Buzz!”

Purple circles, golden glow, perfect body appearance, and perfect spirituality all over the body to stop any situation's energy from invading the body.

“Bang!”

A sudden beating of the heart, this sudden appearance, like a direct strike on the purple heart, no defense, purple face slightly white, but soon became red, strong flesh not affected in the slightest.

He steps forward and punches!

The bright golden colour carries a powerful aura and runs straight to the beating heart.

“Bang!”

The floating heart, a gentle shock, came forward, past, the space created a ripple, a powerful pressure, full of this tiny space.

“Boom!”

Above the heart, the glow flashed, colliding with the powerful punch of purple, immediately followed by the surge of powerful power, the fist light broke, the shape of purple body retracted.

The retrograde purple, forcibly pressed against the flickering heart, looked up at the heart, a strange face. He didn't expect the other party to have such a powerful power after a previous wave of depletion.

Had it not been for the strengthening of his flesh and the completion of one transformation, that impact would have shattered his right arm and body instantly.

Simply having a heart attack is already far more powerful than the previous Energized Eremann attack.

“Kid, it's not that easy to kill this god!” The surface of the heart, the face appeared, looking coldly at the purple voice said.

Purple silence flashed under his feet, flushing towards the heart in front of him, glittering with golden light.

Once again, the heart rushes toward the purple and carries an extremely powerful force, which causes space to crack one after another.

Purple foot made a mistake and instantly blocked the collision while holding his fist towards the heart.

This blow is not the peak force of Zixuan, because the close combat technique used by Zixuan leaves room for a second blow at the quickest speed.

“Buzz!”

But this punch just fell on his heart, and Purple felt a tremendous force of seismic force coming back through his fist, his body retracted, and the tremendous force made his pace stifle.

“Boy, it's no use, you're just a district heaven, how can you shake this god! ”

The heart naturally perceives the purple attack intent, and the face appearing on the surface smiles coldly, without the suppression of the knife breaker, it can play more power.

This power, some more than he had previously anticipated, previously he had some despair, but it was only after a real confrontation that it became apparent that Zixuan was not as powerful as he had imagined.

In the heart, there is still the power of terror, the purple close combat technique obviously has no effect. And if he doesn't use a powerful attack, he can't hurt each other at all.

“Again! ”

Flashes through a bright light in his eyes, purple flushes forward again, the anti-sky energy in his body, constantly pouring towards the body surface. A bright punch illuminates the surrounding area and hits the heart directly.

“Boom!”

Under strong confrontation, the fist split, the purple body retreated again, and the horrific energy aftermath shook in this space until it dissipated.

In this space, Purple found that the energy that escapes naturally during the beating process is not entirely transformed into lava, but partially transformed into lava, and partly absorbed by the formation method. Of course, the formation method absorbs first, then some of the residue, and then disperses into lava.

In this way, Purple also understands why, after so many years, this method of formation remains powerful and powerful.

Because the energy source of the matrix is this heart.

The purple that lies at the core of the law of formation, likewise, does not escape the limits of the law of formation, and the energy in his body is dissipating itself. This consumption is somewhat high, and without energy replenishment, it is indeed fatal.

“Boom!”

At this last moment of life and death, the heart is no longer floating, it is constantly impinging on the purple, its power is also increasing, a sound is shocking, and it is constantly ringing in the heavens and the earth.

By now, the heart had also begun to hit hard, and during that time the face constantly appeared from the body, also staring at purple.

“What's the use of holding this broken knife? If you give this god, this god will go out! ”

Once again, Zixuan has been defeated, and the power between the two remains very different. In other words, Zixuan can walk freely in this horrific pressure, and is already powerful.

Listening to the words in his face, Purple did not say a word. He could not wipe off the corner of his bloody mouth. He pressed forward again and punched again.

With this punch, the space seems to have been torn apart and more powerful forces gushed out.

At the time of the attack, Purple Left Hand held the knife sheath dead, but did not use the knife once.

Zixuan, this obvious accumulative punch, bleeding cardiac surface, the face smiled sarcastically, the next moment, a golden light appeared from the front of the face.

At this moment of golden light, the surrounding space clearly began to distort, immediately followed by an unspeakable wave of pressure, which filled the space.

At this moment of pressure, the energy running in the purple body seemed to slow down, and its shape was also slightly shaken, with a previous blow of 10% power, but directly weakened by 20%.

The golden light purple is very familiar, it is precisely the divine blood energy, but the emitted pressure in front of the eyes is more than a thousand times more powerful than when purple is obtained, purple looking at the divine energy ahead.

“Huh, boy, you think you got my blood before? I'm telling you, that's just some residue left over from the swallowing of the method of formation, not really the blood of the gods! ”

Seeing the look of purple shock, his face snorted coldly and said: "The blood of the gods, even if it is only one drop, can instantly kill a little thing like you. If it hadn't been for that damn formation, you wouldn't have been able to jump in front of me! ”

Purple shock can't say a word, only the appearance of gold light, turned into an energy fist, directly colliding with purple fist.

“Boom!”

A shock came out, a horrible energy ripple scattered, a clear and crisp sound of bone fragmentation, just above the purple arm, that surge of anti-sky energy instantly dissipated, immediately followed by the bone in the whole arm, completely shattered, its body also flied out towards the rear.

The blow, very powerful, according to the flesh and bones of purple and anti-heavenly weapons, was actually shattered. It is believed that even a heavenly soldier placed here will be smashed by this punch.

It is true that the gods of the past, even if there is only one heart left, even if sealed for hundreds of thousands of years, even if with great depletion themselves, are still not capable of hostility at the peak of a sky in the district.

But such a blow is unsatisfactory to the face, because in normal times, it displays such techniques as are sufficient to kill a heaven, rather than simply smashing each other's arms.

Even the energy of the sperm blood of the gods is still greatly diminished under the suppression and great depletion of the formation method.

The flickering purple was not able to fly out of the outside world because the heart had reattached a mask and blocked the purple. Drop onto the mask and fall, purple immediately activates the energy in your body, quickly repairing the damage to your right arm.

On his face, the look of shock persisted.

His right arm was almost scrapped, and Purple could only use his left arm and his left hand, but at this moment he still grabbed the sheath tightly, and once his hand was released, the sheath had to be snatched.

So the purple of the moment, because of the relentless abandonment of the sheath, seemed to lose the slightest amount of resistance.

The beating heart came in front of Purple in an instant, and the face that appeared looked at Purple said, "Boy, I know you want to drain it, but this god doesn't give you a chance. ”

As the voice dropped, the golden energy floated again in front of the face, and that suffocating pressure reappeared, apparently the face used the blood of the celestial sperm again.

This time, the divine sperm blood turned into a short gun, emitting an unimaginable threat and stabbing into the purple heart.

“Pfft!”

Purple's heart was instantly pierced by a short gun hole. Faced with this blow, he had little power to resist, and his powerful body was useless.

After the hole penetrates your heart, your face becomes visible and you look at Purple Cold and say, “It's over, as long as I shatter your heart and soul, you should die. ”

Purple endured the pain and the energy in his body was still fixing his right arm. He looked at his face and said: "Perhaps you don't have the strength to do it! ”

The heart does not have the power to do it, because the face can only speak and cannot attack, and the heart can only crash, seemingly with no other means.

“Boy, you underestimate the gods. ”

As indifferent words fall, a golden gleam shines in front of the heart, and a golden figure appears in that gleaming golden light.

This is a tall figure, not the look of Eremann, but a guy with a ruthless breath all around him.

“The soul of Heavenly God! ”

The moment I saw the tall figure, the purple pupil shrunk, holding the left hand of the sheath, and began to force.