Heavenly God Mnemonic

"Hmph, can you finally give it up?"

Yang Qingxuan pulled up a green string, and with a "clank" sound, a green light formed an arc, if the scimitar cut straight down.

A sword-shaped poisonous tail appeared on the small sandbag, and a red glow was thrown out in the air, and the green arc was smashed into pieces.

In addition, a silver light rushed into the sandbag, it was the slender tail like a steel chain, which shot at Yang Qingxuan, and rolled up the red light in the sky, turned into a storm, and swept up.

Yang Qingxuan took out the Tyrant Sword, the huge body of the sword stood in front of him like a shield, bearing the impact of that huge force.

From the opposite side of the sword, there was a "bang-bang-bang" violent sound. The huge storm pressed him back hundreds of feet in the air.

Yang Qingxuan put away the Tyrant Sword, the eight-eyed crimson poisonous scorpion had come out of the sand dune and hung on the sand, with eight eyes staring at him angrily, sending out endless hatred and murderous intent.

Yang Qingxuan was astonished. The crimson poisonous scorpion's severed limbs grew out of a small pliers, but only the size of a palm, and the outer shell was milky white, very tender.

"Envy, it can grow out if it is broken, without using flower spirit stones."

Yang Qingxuan laughed, his figure flashed, leaving several afterimages in the air, and flew over.

Nanming Lihuojian pressed countless fire patterns in the air, and the sword aura shot out from it, like a continuous fireball, and even the air was melted instantly.

The crimson poisonous scorpion is huge, unable to dodge the lightning-fast sword aura at all. Its tail is wrapped in a circle in the air, and the wild aura and poisonous aura are excited. gas.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

More than twenty sword qis were all broken, and the long tail flashed again immediately, stabbing Yang Qingxuan, who was rushing forward, with extremely fast speed.

As soon as Yang Qingxuan stepped on the sword step, he hid, and the direction of the sword step was no longer straight, but shuttled from side to side. Pian Ruo was shocked, stepping on a large number of scattered points and approaching the poisonous scorpion.

Assaulting to ten feet away, Yang Qingxuan jumped up, and Nanming Lihuo sword's sword power was raised to the extreme, and he cut off at the eight eyes.

A series of flames on the sword exploded on its own, and the breath of ancient beasts spread out, "Three thousand karma fire!"

Countless fires suddenly exploded and shot away. The sword energy was scarlet, and if the sea of ​​fire swallowed away, it stabs the huge giant with the power of destruction.

The crimson poisonous scorpion hurriedly lifted its pliers and twisted it on the sword qi.

A large amount of Kuangsha flew up into the sky under the influence of the waste gas, turning into storms, to contend with that flame.

"Boom!"

Under the impact of the two forces, the fire and sand all fell apart. The yellow sand around Yang Qingxuan was even more scorched.

Nanming Lihuojian was clamped tightly by the pliers and remained motionless.

Yang Qingxuan sneered and said, "This is another trick."

He abandoned the sword and retreated, pinching the tactics with one hand, flying over a hundred feet high, and at the same time, the Nanming Li Fire Sword disappeared in the scorpion clamp, leaving only a pale red sword shadow.

"laugh!"

A beam of red light swept across, and the poisonous tail shattered the afterimage left by him.

Then the tail curled up and shot into the air.

"Haha, the same battle process as last time."

Yang Qingxuan said with a smile, Nanming Lihuo Sword appeared in his hand again, cut out a scarlet sword energy, hit the long tail, and shook it away.

Then he stomped on the volley and made his body soar several tens of feet, out of the attack range of the scorpion.

After that, he pinched his left hand, his eyes showed a different color.

The slender body began to change, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a lurker of sand, as high as seven or eight feet, with sunken eyes looking down.

At the same time, with one hand, the yellow sand on the ground rolled and turned into a tornado, whirled around the crimson scorpion, and rushed into the sand pillars.

The scarlet poisonous scorpion showed a horrified look in its eight eyes, and was sluggish there, a little lost.

As if unable to believe it, the eight eyes blinked and blinked, and the person in the sky was indeed the lurker of the sand, and the violent yellow sand around him was rolled up, which was a powerful sand control technique, and it panicked.

The huge body swayed a few times in the sand, then turned around and left, trying to escape.

The level of the Crimson Venomous Scorpion is lower than that of the Sand Lurkers, even if its cultivation is higher than Yang Qingxuan's level, at this moment, it is shocked by the pressure from the depths of the soul.

Although all the wild beasts are stored in this ancient battlefield, relying on the yellow sand and wild gas to survive and multiply.

But the lurker of the sand is born of the yellow sand condensing sunlight and wild gas. He is the son of this desert and the real master of this desert.

The crimson poisonous scorpion and other wild beasts are just depositors.

Seeing his enemy turned into a sand lurker, the crimson poisonous scorpion ran away in fright.

But the yellow sand came from the sky, hitting it one by one.

The crimson poisonous scorpion constantly wielded its big tongs, smashing the tornadoes to pieces, and fleeing far away at a very fast speed, seemingly desperate.

How could Yang Qingxuan allow it to escape. When his body flashed, he appeared above it, making a fist with his left hand, and dust gathered all over the sky, rushing into that fist, compressing a fist of sand dozens of times and becoming as hard as iron.

Every grain of sand that makes up a fist is full of wild energy and true essence, and the air is distorted by the pressure of the upper fist.

Yang Qingxuan's face was dignified, and endless fighting spirit shot out from the sunken eyes.

All the power poured into this fist, blasting down from high in the sky!

"Mie Dao Longquan!"

"Boom!"

The sky was shocked, the sky was shattered, and the entire sky was blown up.

The violent sand turned into a long dragon, and as the punch broke down, the sky was torn apart by the fist wind, and an extremely long crack fell along with it.

The crimson poisonous scorpion on the ground was trembling with fright, and the surrounding sand was all violent, shooting in all directions under the dragon fist.

"Boom!"

The punch hit the giant tongs of the crimson poisonous scorpion firmly, shaking the mad sand, and the whole world was gray.

Yang Qingxuan's mastery of Miedao Longquan is still very superficial. After a punch, his body also collapsed, turning into countless quicksand, falling from the sky.

But soon, he condensed his body directly on the ground, and walked a few steps to the place where the giant fist crashed.

A deep pit that spread to hundreds of feet appeared in front of him. In the middle of the pit, the crimson poisonous scorpion was lying on its back, and it was directly overturned. The giant pliers had been blown up, and the body was convulsing continuously, but it was not completely dead.

Yang Qingxuan stepped forward, made up a punch, and blasted his belly, only to completely die.

And there was a lot of venom flowing out of the belly, and the corpse was swallowed.

Yang Qingxuan turned back into his body, his face was a little pale, and his physical energy was exhausted.

He frowned, and from the stomach of the poisonous scorpion, three corpses flowed out. In addition to the two people he met before, one person was more corroded. The flesh was basically melted and the bones were thin In a circle.

Yang Qingxuan first put the poisonous scorpion into the star ring, then peeled off all the storage elements from the three corpses, and then turned into a streamer and went to the sky.

Soon after, several human figures flew from a distance and stopped above the huge punch pit, all shocked.