Godly Martial Alchemy Emperor

Shu Hua's head, under Wang Hu's claws, was like a watermelon falling from a high altitude, falling to pieces.

Xiao Yuan never dreamed that he took the two of them into the plains and mountains, and fell into the hands of a group of people. The most important thing is that the other party is also one-to-one, and the cultivation base is either in the middle stage of the Yuanshen or the early stage of the Yuanshen. The opponent wins.

Xiao Yuan's eyes became much colder.

"Kill my subordinates, you all deserve to die!" A low voice came from Xiao Yuan's throat, and a killing intent filled his body.

The great monk at the pinnacle of the soul was ten times stronger than Shu Hua and Qing Shan.

Under such a majestic momentum, Xuetong, Wang Hu and Gao Le could not breathe smoothly, and it was even more like a big rock weighing on the hearts of several people.

Only Wang Yu could do it calmly. Looking at the situation of the three of Wang Hu, he waved his hand and waved Xiao Yuan's momentum away.

Xiao Yuan gave Wang Yu a deep look. He was very bad for Wang Yu's momentum to break him with one hand.

Suddenly he thought of the palm that Wang Yu had just broken himself, his pupils shrank, and his eyes were a little unbelievable.

To know.

In order to save Shu Hua, the palm he used in anger was a blow he exclaimed with all his strength.

In terms of his cultivation base, that palm was enough to take the life of a great cultivator in the early Yuanshen, but was blocked by Wang Yu, a great cultivator in the early Yuanshen. How would Xiao Yuan believe this.

But it turned out that Wang Yu took it.

Xiao Yuan's gaze circulated on Wang Hu, Xuetong and Gao Le, and fell on Wang Yu again.

Nima, the four of them can leapfrog and challenge each other. Is this the so-called genius all appearing together?

I thought that Wang Hu, Blood Eye, and Gao Le were already powerful, but now it seems that these powerful ones have not yet taken action.

No wonder they are regarded as leaders by several people.

but.

I am not an ordinary person, Xiao Yuan, and not everyone can challenge me at a low level.

Looking at Wang Yu coldly, Xiao Yuan took out a bright silver gun from the meson's bag. The gun had a strong Taoist rhyme, and it was a superb magic weapon.

The appearance of the bright silver spear directly increased Xiao Yuan's breath more than ten times.

He was originally the pinnacle of the primordial spirit, and with the blessing of the best magic weapon, he actually had the aura of faintly reaching Nirvana.

Xiao Yuan shook his gun, Xiao Sha's spirit dissipated. At this moment, Xiao Yuan seemed to be a general on the battlefield.

"kill!"

The tip of the gun was picked, and the bright silver gun pierced out.

Whoosh!

A silver light flashed, and on the bright silver gun, a cold light was released, like an arrow from the string, flying towards Wang Yu.

Facing Xiao Yuan's bright silver spear, Wang Yu moved a step laterally, avoiding the light of the spear, shrank and rushed towards Xiao Yuan.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Yuan sneered, not ready to let Wang Yu get close.

Stabbed out one by one, the guns and guns carried cold light, and each shot was extremely overbearing and full of killing intent, which could easily break through the true essence of the late Yuanshen.

Even the strong people who are also the pinnacle of the soul, face such a killer move, dare not to be careless.

Wang Yu didn't dare to greet him, only relying on his dexterity to move around and avoid the spear lights, at the same time, his footsteps kept moving forward.

Without him.

Wang Yu's sword was still in front, and it was a bit disadvantageous for him to confront Xiao Yuan with his bare hands.

Xiao Yuan also realized this, but he happened to take advantage of this to kill Wang Yu while attacking Wang Yu, and to injure Wang Yu no matter what.

Thinking about it this way, Xiao Yuan moved faster, one shot after another, and the gun was airtight.

Looking at Xiao Yuan's posture, Wang Yu knew what the other party was thinking. He smiled coldly. This little trick was like dealing with him.

joke!

Wang Yu secretly said, and then he saw Wang Yu's palm condensing his true essence, forming a thunder light.

"Four elephants in the sky, wind, fire, thunder, rain, thunder light condenses, thunder in palm!"

With Wang Yu's cry, thunder and lightning thundered in his palm, with a trace of heavenly power, rolling towards Xiao Yuan's spear light.

Rumble!

The palm thunder, wherever it passed, the spear light was constantly shattered.

Seeing this, Xiao Yuan refused to admit defeat, and kept stabs at Wang Yu.

bump! bump! bump……!

The palm thunder pushed it horizontally, destroying the spear light, and it was also consumed by Xiao Yuan's spear light. When it was about to be near Xiao Yuan, it was pierced by Xiao Yuan with a shot.

"This magical power is really powerful, but how many times can you use it?"

A little embarrassed by the thunder in the palm of the palm, Xiao Yuan still did not forget to ridicule, and said, when he looked at Wang Yu again, the other party's face turned pale.

Obviously, that blow to the palm of the thunder was really costly to Wang Yu. If you want to use it a second time, I am afraid it is impossible.

However, under such circumstances, Xiao Yuan saw Wang Yu smile.

Looking at Wang Yu's position again, Xiao Yuan's expression turned cold, his expression extremely ugly.

Because there was a sword beside Wang Yu's feet, thrusting straight into the ground, revealing the cold glow of the sword, and the rhyme, all showing its extraordinaryness.

It was the flying sword that Wang Yu used to save Gao Le.

Wang Yu's charge, plus the last palm thunder, were actually to get the flying sword. Although it was expensive, the flying sword was by his side.

Without even thinking about it, Wang Yu tiptoed.

The flying sword flew out from the ground and fell into his hand, holding a sword flower in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Xiao Yuan.

"The sword, returned to my hand, then you should die."

The flying sword in Wang Yu's hand flicked, and the sword was shining with red light, and the rhyme of Lingbao-level Dao Yun can be seen without doubt.

"Mid-grade Lingbao!"

Seeing this, Xiao Yuan's eyes flashed with greed.

The middle-grade Lingbao, even if it is Nirvana, will not be able to walk, let alone him.

"Kill you, your treasures and secrets are mine."

Xiao Yuan chuckled secretly, a wind was blowing under his feet, and he stepped forward to learn the law and martial arts, and killed Wang Yu.

When Wang Yu didn't have a sword, he didn't dare to fight against Xiao Yuan head-on. Now that he has a sword, he has to worry about what he has to do.

"Liang Yi Shen Jian Jue!"

Wang Yu drank softly. The earliest sword art was used by him, and its power was hundreds of times more powerful than the previous one.

"Putting the Soul Gunner!"

Xiao Yuan didn't show weakness, and aimed his gun at Wang Yu, stabbing out again and again.

clang!

The metal crash sounded.

Wang Yu didn't move, but Xiao Yuan was blocked by Wang Yu's sword. He stepped back four or five steps and fell into a disadvantage.

Being repulsed by a great monk in the early Yuanshen era, Xiao Yuan felt extremely ashamed and rushed towards Wang Yu angrily, trying to tear Wang Yu into pieces.

clang! clang! clang!

"Let go!" Wang Yu stopped drinking, his strength in his hands increased, but he was still a strong body refiner in the realm of law, and his melee combat was his specialty.

Xiao Yuan only felt that his hand sank, almost unable to hold the gun.

"Boy, you forced me."

Xiao Yuan gave Wang Yu a shy look, and then backed away, with a hideous smile on his face, a dangerous breath, and he rushed towards Wang Yu. "Not good!" Wang Yu felt that he wanted to stop Xiao Yuan.