I Am Not The Second Generation Of Immortals

"Om!"

Yan Futu's thumb and index finger seemed to be buckled, and the other three fingers were slightly bent, and they were pressing down at Yang Lie.

In an instant, the sound of flying mosquitoes resounded through the void, and his palms expanded infinitely in the line of sight, and every palm print stretched out, as if mountains and rivers were condensed in it.

And his palm has changed into a world!

A palm blasted out, and the world was shaken. The vastness of the artistic conception contained in it was shocking.

"The Great Yan Buddha!"

Ye Qiubai barely spared his energies to pay attention to the battle, and his expression changed after seeing this move! At first he was able to suppress Yan Futu, but the opponent quickly got an adventure, and he didn't know where to get a martial arts, called "Futu Jue".

Even his name was changed to "Yan Futu" as a result.

This martial arts is a genuine and superior martial arts, and its power is far above his "dragon body". During the competition on Fengyuntai, he had personally experienced that Yan Futu displayed this trick "Great Yan Futu Shou", and he shook himself so hard that his body was almost directly shattered.

"Ok?"

Yang Lie was startled. Among the strong men he encountered so far, apart from asking the common people, Yan Futu had the most profound martial arts. Facing this palm, he unexpectedly developed a depressed state of mind, as if a voice was telling himself--

Don't hide, no matter how hard you struggle, it is useless. Accept the fate of destruction.

"No, it must not be affected!"

Yang Lie's eyes sharpened, and a deep voice sounded in his heart: Sword Intent!

In the sea of ​​knowledge, the prototype of the sword intent trembled, and an incomparable martial art real meaning was cut out.

"Shit!"

In an instant, the drowsy and drowsy state was extinguished, and a cloud of spirit burst into Yang Lie's eyes: "Even you, it's not enough!"

The Hunyuan artistic conception summoned and moved, Yang Lie's right arm shook suddenly, and the six Hunyuans burst into motion.

"Zhengzheng!"

As if the spinning top hit the steel plate, the ripples burst and shot in all directions. The palm of the hand that Yan Futu blasted out was broken, shattered, torn, pierced, twisted into sections, and shattered into powder!

Although it is only a middle-class martial arts, the power of Liudao Hunyuanjin is comparable to the superior martial arts. And after the artistic conception of the battle tower, Yang Lie's Hunyuan artistic conception has become a big success.

However, Yan Futu did not fully understand the artistic conception contained in his own Futu Art.

Contrast the two, stand on top of each other.

"Huh!"

The fierce collision finally ended, Yang Lie's Hunyuan artistic conception was shattered, and he retreated several strides in a row. At each step, the soles of the feet sink deep into the ground, like steel nails, digging deep into it.

Yan Futu stayed still and seemed to have the upper hand. But looking closely, his right palm kept trembling, and a piece of red blood slowly leaked out.

If you can break his palm, you will find that the palm lines on his palm have been completely smoothed out!

"It seems that I underestimated you."

Yan Futu's cheek muscles twitched, and his expression was gloomy, as if a dark cloud enveloped him, "You are qualified to be my opponent. If you give you time, you may even hit the top five of this year's Qianlong list. Unfortunately, you shouldn't be with me. Right, this will be the end of your martial arts!"

"Woo! Woo!"

A stern whistling sound suddenly sounded, and the cold rays of light appeared from the whole body of Yan Futu like ghost fire. Each one has the size of a bowl, dozens, hundreds, thousands...

The boundless rays of light flew out, as if an ocean enveloping him, and the long band of light condensed into a galaxy-like star ring. It's a pity that the circles of stars are pitch black, with inexplicable chills.

"Float! Tu! Really! Body!"

Each word is heavy, and each word is heavy, hitting the void as if it fell on the surface of the real water, stirring circles of ripples.

Yan Futu's image suddenly changed drastically. A weird black appeared on his face, and his pupils were full of deep blue light. The whole person seemed to be an evil spirit crawling out of Jiuyou Hell, with a handsome demeanor. Swept away.

"boom!"

Yan Futu punched out, acting like a ghost, surprisingly fast. A flash came to Yang Lie's body and slammed it over.

With a punch out, the circle of stars tremblingly appeared, covering Yang Lie again!

Facing such strange attacks, Yang Lie's eyes showed a dignified look, and his right arm shook: "Come on!"

"call out!"

The dragon blood gun blasted up, with a sharp howling, tearing the space apart, and brazenly greeted his fist with the majestic power like a meteorite.

"Boom boom!"

The dragon blood spear stabbed out, and after touching the heavy star ring, it unexpectedly stopped strangely. It seems that the star ring is not condensed with energy, but the steel! Heavy and hard to the extreme stainless steel!

The gun body was beating again and again, and a burst of strong counter-shock force came surging, like a turbulent wave, the power in the dragon blood gun was constantly dissipated by the shock.

"Don't do it in vain. My buddha body cannot be broken even by elite disciples. It depends on you?"

Yan Futu sneered proudly, and smashed his right fist fiercely. "You don't cherish the opportunity given to you. Now, let me lie down honestly!"

The ring of stars trembled, spreading down all over the world.

"Is it in vain? I don't think so!"

Yang Lie gave a sudden cry, bent his knees and stepped, the majestic Neiyuan shook suddenly, "The power of the stars!"

At infinity, dozens of stars quivered slightly, and the power of the silver-white stars fell like rain. It seemed that there was a heavy rain in the sky, and the rain poured down like columns, forming a damask-like light curtain.

"Boom!"

When they were several feet away from the altar, they suddenly dispersed like a mist and disappeared. When it reappears, Xingli rainwater has surrounded the body of the Dragon Blood Spear!

Boom, a group of stars jumped up and suddenly formed a star.

Boom, another one!

Boom, boom, boom!

A series of thirteen stars formed, and the Dragon Blood Spear in Yang Lie's hand turned into a beam of light surrounded by stars, bursting away.

Seeing this familiar trick, a gentle smile appeared at the corner of Su Xi's mouth in the distance. From the very beginning, she didn't worry about Yang Lie, because when she saw the young man make a full shot, how earth-shattering...

"what?"

Yan Futu's face finally changed. The true body of the Buddha could form a "body-protecting star ring", forming several spatial splits in front of him. The force of the attack continued to wear away through the spatial splits, and the very power was only half of it. Naturally, he couldn't hurt him at all.

But that is only relative!

If the power from the attack is very strong, beyond the endurance limit of the body-protecting starring, then the defensive ability of the space staggered level is a joke.

There is no doubt that the blow of the Dragon Blood Gun at this moment is an ultra-limit blow!

"Sneer!"

It seemed as if a brocade was pierced, a crisp tearing sound sounded, and all the body guard star rings were pierced through. The star burst out of the gun body burst into infinite light, just a shock, a powerful force that could not be resisted broke through the air.

"Boom!"

Yan Futu was thrown high by the shock, and his body fell fiercely on the altar, causing a large crater with a radius of several meters to appear on the ground.

"This--"

Qiushidao's throat was dry, and he looked at the figure in the mysterious robe in amazement, he was so dull that he couldn't speak, his whole body was cold: It turns out that he is so strong!

Only then did he understand how Yang Lie could rescue Su Xi from the Illusory Demon Realm, and how stupid he was to challenge Yang Lie. However, he kept dying and provoked unwillingly.

"Hand over the sealing crystal, I will spare you not to die." Yang Lie's gun body was horizontal, pointing at Yan Futu.

"You threaten me!?"

Yan Futu seemed to be humiliated by the sky, and his face flashed sharply. Suddenly, his body leaped high, and a roar like a flood came from his body.

In the violent sound shock, there were some unstable fluctuations in the void, and a large group of stars floated out and gathered in his palm.

"Yin!"

A crisp whistle sounded, and the stars continued to condense, condense, and form, forming a sword.

The sword is three feet long, and the edges on both sides show a sawtooth shape. If you look carefully, it is not a real sawtooth, but a sharp, split phantom that space cannot withstand!

"Pick me the Great Yan Futu Sword!"

Yan Futu yelled, and the long sword in his hand suddenly pointed to Yang Lie. In the violent tremor, hundreds of dragon tendons seemed to be twisted behind the sword.

"Boom"!

Under the high-speed puncture, the air was rubbed and burned, and a faint burnt smell was emitted. The long sword carried a long flame, rushed through the space of several tens of meters, and exploded at Yang Lie.

"Sword?"

Staring at the long sword, Yang Lie's sword intent in the sea of ​​knowledge trembled slightly. Immediately, everything that was seen in the line of sight had a wonderful change. The Great Yan Futu Sword was no longer a whole, but was made up of countless energy fragments.

Although this sword is powerful and powerful, it is extremely crude in Yang Lie's eyes, because it lacks charm!

It is difficult to notice the subtle difference when it comes to a person, but Yang Lie is different. He has a sword intent and has an almost instinctive instinct for the world of swordsmanship.

If Yan Futu comprehend the artistic conception in this great Yan Futu sword, it would naturally make up for this flaw.

Unfortunately, he failed to do it!

At the bursting sword, Yang Lie's dragon blood spear was closed, and a layer of Hunyuan artistic conception surrounded the palm of his right hand.

"Om!"

The Dayan Futu sword seemed to be pinched by a seven-inch poisonous snake, twisting wildly in Yang Lie's palm, but couldn't even struggle at all. The sharp neighing sound continued to sound, and its figure began to swell, and the explosive power immersed in it was frightening.

"Yang Lie, be careful of his sword blew!"

Ye Qiubai reminded him in shock. The next moment he was stunned by Yang Lie's actions——

With five fingers squeezed, Yang Lie seemed to think that the strength of this sword body was not enough to explode, and his palm was actually squeezed heavily!

"Boom!"

Unexpected things happened. Instead of exploding, the Great Yan Futu Sword was stripped and opened layer by layer like air-dried bricks, turning into dust and dissipating in midair.

The frightened expression in Yan Futu's eyes suddenly condensed, and a cold voice sounded: "You are fooled."

"Woo!"

A group of gray shadows shot towards Yang Lie with a squeak. It was unimpeded, and it penetrated directly into Yang Lie's eyebrows!

"No, it's a gift of fate!" Ye Qiubai was shocked.

At this moment, not only him, even Su Xi, who has the most confidence in Yang Lie, suddenly changed color!