Thunder Martial

When the sky shook, a huge palm print appeared, and the palm print was black and inky. It was more than a dozen meters in size, covering the high platform and flowing a terrible atmosphere.

"This is a broken palm."

"Wu Zong's famous attack and killing technique."

Everyone exclaimed, never imagined that Wuyuan’s first hit would hit a trick of attack and kill, and the power was absolutely extinct. Obviously, there was full confidence to destroy the purple.

"What do you fight with me, let's die." Wu Yuan's eyes flashed in the cold, and as the mind moved, the top of the head fell, the dark palm prints fell, and the horrible breath.

This is Wu Zong's technique of attacking and killing. It is extremely powerful. Even Mo Lao has appreciated it. At this moment, Wuyuan's display and the power of palm print are naturally strong, and he is the strongest of all the broken palms he has seen.

The killings came over the scene, sweeping the entire battle platform, the battle table was shaking, and the palm prints fell toward the top of the purple skull.

Wuyuan's strength is very strong, and the realm is much higher than himself. Ziyan does not dare to care about it. His whole body is golden, and Jinguang is even more like a golden water. The thorny people can't open their eyes.

"Hey."

The palm prints fell, the purple eyes clenched their hands, the golden blood was surging, and the whole person went up against the sky, like a golden light, rushed up.

"boom."

The dull explosion appeared, the enchanting battle kicked off, and the purple scorpion shattered the palm print with a punch.

The boundless energy spread, raging the entire battle platform, Zi Yan stood on the battle platform, black hair danced, unscathed, let the clothes be blown by energy, hunting, dancing, scorpion cold, ruthless, staring at Wuyuan,

"This is your strong blow, but it is not the case." The purple singer snorted, and the road was surrounded by the body.

The strength of the two sides is very different. The purple scorpion can block the blow of Wuyuan, and it also makes everyone on the stone platform shake.

"This little guy is not weak, and his combat power is very strong." Wang Zhenwei hangs on his face and is very optimistic about the sable.

"The previous blow was just a temptation. The strength difference is too much. Within the 20th move of Wuyuan, he is capable of scolding him." Wu Zongqiang is from the channel.

Wu Yuan’s body is full of terrible breath. He has gone a long way in the real world and mastered several techniques of attacking and killing.

The killing is boundless, the boundless pressure appears, sweeping toward the purple scorpion,

"Kid, you are fighting in the second day of your district, how to fight with me, just just a temptation." Wuyuan cold, very disdain, the cold light in the scorpion is flashing,

"What's wrong with the double heaven, never look down on the strength of the enchanting, because the enchanting shows the fighting power, not the realm." The purple scorpion responded indifferently, the golden light of the whole body, the boundless golden light, blocking the pressure.

"Go to death." The pressure came, with a terrible breath, rolling an energy, and going to the purple scorpion. This time, although there is no use of combat skills, it is obviously more terrible, far better than the previous strike.

This is a blow made by pure power. Wuyuan should use the advantages of the realm to crush the purple scorpion and defeat the purple scorpion.

"Peng."

The purple scorpion punches and drives a large piece of golden light, like a heavy hammer striking, making a dull sound, and the entire high platform is shaken, instantly annihilating this energy.

The attack of the two men was strong and terrible. The entire high platform was shaking. If it was not intentionally added when it was built, I am afraid it would have been broken.

“Hey.” “Hey.”

The two were like a light, rushing to the other side. At this moment, they chose to take the initiative to attack.

The two rays are constantly glued, constantly attacking, and the energy collision of the sound continues to sound, like a thunder in the air, deafening,

"boom."

The violent energy swept the high platform, and the scent of destruction was tumbling. With the move of one stroke, the whole high platform was shaking.

The two were like lightning, and they played against each other more than ten times in a blink of an eye, and they burst into a fluffy sound like a thunder,

Below, everyone looked up and stared at the two people in the field. Compared to the previous genius battle, this enchanting battle can be described as a lot of wonderful. Just a fight, there is a terrible breath.

"I don't know who is so determined, and the 20 strokes of Wuyuan won." The two sides played against each other in a blink of an eye, the strongest of the Liu family, the yin and yang smirk,

"Wuyuan just did not do its best. Within 50 strokes, Zixiao will die." Wu Zongqiang is cold,

"Yes, the strength of Wuyuan is obviously better than that of killing Ziyan. It is only a matter of time. I want to come to Ziyan who has been at large. Wuyuan is very angry. At this moment, I want to play more and play each other for a while." Li Jiaqiang is also attached.

They have contradictions with the sable, and naturally they will not go to the sable.

"boom."

The high platform is shaking, and the two people are playing faster and faster. Many monks can only see two lights, but they can't see the specific hand-to-hand movements. In this explosion, there have been more than a hundred strokes, and they still have no wins and losses.

Wu Zongqiang, no longer speaks, but it can be seen that his face is very unsightly. As for the royal air that was spoken for Wuyuan before, it is also silent.

The entire high platform was filled with the horror of the horror, the terrible atmosphere continued to sway, and the vast golden light swayed.

"Broken."

Wu Yuan screamed, his robes danced, and he danced indiscriminately. He couldn't take the purple scorpion for a long time. He shot the real fire. He saw his hand in the print, and the brilliance flashed between the fingers. A huge blade appeared. Ten meters,

The blade is black, and the whole body is rolling around with magical spirit. With a terrible breath, the space begins to tremble and there is a road.

A chill is filled with the battle platform. This is another martial art of Wu Zong, and its power is also very strong.

"Qingfeng 斩."

In the eyes of the purple eyes, the cold light flickers, and the same is not to be outdone. The golden light jumps between the fingers, and a golden blade appears, with a breath that is not weaker than the black blade, and rushes toward the front.

"boom."

This is a terrible confrontation, the energy of horror, the battle platform seems to be unbearable, it is about to collapse,

On the high platform, I saw the use of Qingfeng 宸 in the purple 斩, Wang Zhenwei’s eyebrows picked and picked a glance at the stone platform below.

"Qingfeng Yin."

But then, the purple enamel hand prints again, a golden big print appears, there are dozens of meters, the whole body is golden and lingering, with traces of traces, and a horrible atmosphere, like a big mountain, with a thousand miles, from Falling in the air,

This is the Qingfeng seal of the Wang family. Although it has changed color and the atmosphere is different, Wang Zhenwei still recognizes that this is the Qingfeng seal of their family.

It is also only the family system that can learn to attack and kill. The power is not weaker than Wu Zong’s destruction.

At the same time, on the other side of the high platform, the faces of Wang Hao and others have also changed. They naturally recognize their own combat skills.

Wang Shan spit out his tongue and stepped back without a trace, letting Wang Hao and Wang Shi’s gaze fall on Wang Xianer, who was nervously watching the battle in front.

"Purple, you are going to die."

The golden seal was blasted, and Wuyuan rushed out, and the horrible force of the whole body rushed toward the purple scorpion.

The purple scorpion is cold and ruthless, and there is a killing on his face. This is an endless battle. Only one party can die, and it can be completely over.

He has a fist in his right hand, and the perfect body releases energy. The body's blood is as if the real dragon is awake, providing endless power, and the fist is like a golden sledgehammer, suddenly falling.

"Boom."

A big earthquake, the world is shaking, the whole battle platform is shaking, the golden light is falling, the heavy punches fall, Wuyuan is directly flying,

"drink."

The purple scorpion rushed up, double wrong, the golden light of the road bloomed, like two large grinding discs, rolling toward Wuyuan,

The terrible breath is flowing, Wuyuan is also drinking, and it is a strong blow.

"Boom."

A violent big collision sounded, even if it was a counter that was overcharged, it began to tremble violently at the moment, and the crack began to spread.

"Hey." A fierce blow made Wu Yuan back a few steps, his face pale, extremely ugly, he was actually suppressed,

Was suppressed by a small real yuan double heaven,

"It’s terrible. Is the purple scorpion really only the strength of the real yuan?"

"Wuyuan has a strong strength and even has a tie with Ziyan."

"Double Heaven has actually suppressed Six Heavens. This is the fourth level in battle, and it is still a enchanting battle."

The purple cicada and Wuyuan are different from each other, but at the moment they are evenly matched. The purple cicada still occupies the top, and the powerful combat power shocks everyone.

Unparalleled combat power,

At this moment, the minds of all people can't help but think of these four words. Purple is a enchanting, and it is a enchanting man with unparalleled combat power.

The difference between the four heavens, the fierce battle Wuyuan, can suppress the other side, even if the final defeat, Zi Yan is still defeated,

But Zi Yan can't be defeated. In this life and death battle, defeat is death. He doesn't want to die.

"Oh." In the hands of Wuyuan, the light flashed and a sharp weapon appeared. This is the weapon of the refinery of the squad. Although it cannot match the spirit, the toughness and sharpness are very extraordinary.

The weapon body surface, the cold light flashes, like the water wave, the flow reveals the killing, this is a weapon, Wuyuan does not know how many people used him, the ruthless killing, can capture the heart,

Wuyuan hand-held weapon, urging the real yuan in the body, rushing toward the purple scorpion,

The unity of humanity, Wuyuan seems to have turned into a light, straight to the face of Ziyan, the light flashed away,

"When." Zi Yan raised his hand and stopped, a large piece of golden light appeared in the palm of his hand. He was shaken back a few steps. Above the palm, there was a scar, and the red blood dripped down.

"what."

"Wuyuan's strong blow is just a drop of blood."

On the stone platform, all the monks changed color and were shocked. Wu Yuan’s powerful weapon was a powerful hit. Don’t say that the real yuan is two heavens. Even if it’s the real thing, it’s going to be shackled, but The purpura is only slightly injured, only a drop of blood,

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Wu Yuan’s face changed a bit, and then he screamed and turned into a light, and rushed up again.

"Roll." The purple cicada burst, the perfect body was actually injured, which made him completely angry, the golden blood of the body constantly surging, like a completely awakened dragon, providing endless power for the purple cicada.

He clenched his fists, and a large piece of golden light swayed, and he rushed to the weapon with his flesh and blood.

"when."

The golden light overflowed, and the purple scorpion fell, causing a loud noise, like a bell.

"When." "When."

The purple scorpion repeatedly punches out, and the speed is very fast, like a raindrop falling, falling on the weapon, swaying a large piece of golden light.

"Peng." "Peng." "Peng."

The fists flickered, and the purple scorpion hit a dozen punches. Each punch had a large piece of golden light. Each punch contained a terrible power. As the last punch fell, a sharp crack appeared on the sharp weapon, and eventually it burst into flames.