Immemorial Pill Venerable

Chapter 992: Gong Yujian’s counter-attack

"I have secretly told Wandao that if we encounter cripple in the top ten competition, we will lose it. To bury the heads of the hundred!"

Pushing the palace lord coldly said.

Third Elder's grief gave him a trace of comfort, and then he pointed to Qin Hao among the players earnestly and said: "There is still a troublesome blind, and he can't die!"

The game continues...

In the next game, the public loses against a Martial Artist from the Southern Division.

Public defeat relies on mecha, and battle strength is comparable to the eighth rank Yuan Wang.

His luck was not bad. He fought all the way. Except for the injury when he fought with the Ironspine Demon, the other opponents he encountered had a flat cultivation base, but he didn't suffer much hindrance.

Including the first round against people just now, the opponent's strength and the birds of a feather, the public defeat and the birds of a feather, and finally the public defeat was lucky to win.

As long as he fights one more battle, he can be like Iron Crutch Li, holding the qualifications to pick the top ten of the Battle Emperor.

Unfortunately, in the last time, he met a strong opponent.

The opponent of the public defeat is Ming Yazun, and the battle situation is completely one-sided. With only ten moves, the four-meter-high mecha is full of countless holes and holes under the opponent's vitality strikes. It is in danger and is on the verge of disintegration. To the point.

Especially Mecha's leg joints, as well as the shoulder position, were forcibly penetrated by the Yazun and fell off some mechanical parts.

At present, the hub of mecha has been severely damaged, not to mention fighting, even if the ability to act has been completely lost.

"Last move, let you and your ugly scrap metal get out of the martial arts platform together!"

The Yazun proudly exited.

After he said, his palms were gathered toward his chest, and the light purple arrogance between his palms became stronger and stronger.

"Is that the end?"

The Gong Yujian shrunk in the mecha, covered with bruises and blood on the corners of his mouth, shook his head with a wry smile.

Even though the seniors’ valuable experience left over, I have repeatedly improved the functions of mecha, but I still can’t keep up with the times.

It seems that the machine is indeed inferior to the innate talent of Martial Artist.

"No... it's not that mecha is too weak, but that my own cultivation base is too low. If mecha is rebuilt with stronger materials, if it is controlled by Ming Yuan Wang Powerhouse himself, why can't I win this Yazun!"

The heart of the public defeat is very clear that it is his own conditions and weak economic ability that restrict Mecha's future.

Martial Artist’s physique is more powerful than an ordinary person.

Change to Yuan Wang Martial Artist to control mecha, to a large extent, it can be immune to the interference caused by machinery to the body.

I thought it through, but at the moment I can't change it.

"Even if you fail, you must be defeated with dignity. Before the fireworks disappear, let me leave a beautiful rays of light... Super concentrated baryon crystal light cannon!"

Gong Shujian let out a roar, and the two fists stretched straight forward, aiming at the sub-Zun who was accumulating power in front.

With this, the huge mecha he controlled, the two Iron Fist actually broke and fell off from the wrist.

After that, a dark barrel was exposed on each arm. Inside the two gloomy barrels, a beam of white laser light became stronger and stronger.

Gong Yujian used all the Profound Crystal Stones stored in mecha to burn, betting on a two-handed cannon.

Because the mecha is badly damaged at the moment, and the energy of the Profound Crystal Stone is too large, the crackle's lightning is all over mecha.

Public transporting hardship completely ignores one point. The broken mecha can absorb the energy of the Profound Crystal Stone, and the speed is far slower than that of Martial Artist's vitality.

Before he had finished charging up, the Yazun's trick on the opposite side had already struck.

"Disappear, Tin Man!" Yazun roared and pushed out with both palms.

A turbulent light purple beam of light burst under the palm, pouring out like a flood of gate opening, with a bang, and it shook on the mecha whose power was not enough to accumulate.

The broken mecha couldn't bear it anymore. With a rustle, it turned into fragments in the sky, and its parts were scattered all over the floor, sad.

Gong Yujian was also hit by this blow, and he flew out of mecha, cracked a big hole in his chest, and fell to the ground.

"The mecha that can't keep up with the times, it's time to get out of the emperor tournament!"

"How can a cold machine compare to the enthusiasm of Martial Artist!"

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"It's so stupid that someone imitates the ancient mecha!"

Many players sneered sneer.

The Yazun on the martial arts platform raised his nose proudly.

"I... I lost!"

Looking at the broken copper and iron scattered all over the floor, he gave out a heartache and sobbed. He hated his incompetence and failed to realize his family. Senior's ideal, he hit the ground desperately with his fist.

At this moment, I suddenly felt an extremely heavy arm.

He looked up and found that one of Mecha’s hand cannon was still tied to his right arm.

At present, this hand cannon is intact.

"If the public loses strength, are you afraid that you didn't eat the medicine pill I left you? It shouldn't be the end of the side!" Qin Hao let out a helpless cry from a long distance.

The public loses the hard heart for a moment.

He did not eat the medicine pill left by Qin Hao.

He has a dull genius, and he can't gather Qi for a lifetime of cultivation. He gave up Martial Dao.

So for medicine pill and him in the world, eating is a waste.

"Could that medicine pill change my destiny?"

A ridiculous idea arose in his heart of public defeat, which even he thought was ridiculous.

"Hey, trash, your mecha unable to withstand a single blow, don't you still get out of it?"

At this moment, Yazun's disdainful mockery came from the opposite side:" If you don't get out, I will send you out and go to the palace of the king to find the king to drink tea!" During the words, Yazun rubbed his fist and walked with a grinning smile on his face.

Gongluo glanced at the shattered mecha parts, then looked at the hand cannon tied to the right arm, suddenly clenched the teeth, took out the Saint Soul Pill given by Qin Hao, and swallowed it. Belly.

Suddenly, a huge force was born at Qi Sea in his body, and his whole body felt extremely hot and hot. It seemed that there was a living beast in his body, driving his whole body's martial arteries and starting to revolve rapidly.

His realm that can't be broken through is rising again and again, like riding a rocket, in front of several millions of people, miraculously climbing one after another.

Gathering Origin Realm!

Master Yuan!

Yuanzong!

Yuanzong 9th layer!

Teng!

The orange arrogance hovered in the body of Gong Yujian.

At this moment, the public believes that he can lift a mountain and break a river with one foot.

"Is this the power of Transcendent Saint?"

I feel that I am stronger than ever before. I looked at my arm in shock. The arm is stronger and the muscles are stronger. Even the injuries on his body were not healed.

What's even more uncomfortable is that he feels like a volcano is holding in his body, venting quickly.

"What's the situation?" The Yazun who walked was stunned by the picture in front of him.

"Super concentrated baryon crystal light cannon!"

At this time, Gong Shujian suddenly roared, raised the undamaged manipulator cannon on his right arm, and aimed it at the stunned man. Yazun's face.

hong long!

Using Martial Artist’s own vitality as energy, a blazing white beam of light, like a laser flying across, shot through the chest of the sub-Zun with a tyrannical impact. He took Yazun's body and fell for more than a kilometer, fell into the crowd of spectators, and knocked down countless silhouettes.

"This is..."

"How is it possible?"

"Fake?"

Upstairs, no The patriarch, Sect Master and Sect Master of the young family kept getting up one after another, their expressions were extremely surprised.

"A Xiao Fansheng who had just stepped into the holy step, armed with a manipulator cannon, actually blasted the sub-Zun!" Even Xiao Yi couldn't help his face twisted fiercely.