Heavenly God Mnemonic

"Presumptuous! What I hate most is your expression and stinky mouth! You must step on your feet and let your mouth eat my shoes later!"

Zuo Junhan said: "You are a descendant of a garbage worker who can eat what the prince ate, and I can treat you well. But garbage workers are always garbage workers, never want to stand up and be a human being. It will make you recognize reality!"

He pinched his hands on his chest, a group of green light lit up leisurely from his hands, suddenly swelled, and in the next moment, he jumped up his back along his arms, twisting on the wings.

Zuo Jun has a contradictory heart. On the one hand, he hates the lineage and royal family who have more status than him. On the other hand, he despises those civilians whose status and status are not as good as him.

Therefore, he possesses contradictory personalities such as arrogance, contempt, inferiority, sensitivity and so on.

Su Yuan was lying on the ground with tears on his face and crying "Woo". Today's battle was completely discredited, and there was no possibility of raising his head to be a man.

Yang Qingxuan didn't dare to be careless, and together with the sword tactics, he turned his palm into a sword, and Yan Yang's true energy was transformed into six flames again, waiting for him.

I saw Zuo Jun's wings suddenly become several times larger, and under the fan, two hurricanes were brought up, mixed with poisonous gas between the heavens and the earth, and they merged into one in front, like a viper, swimming.

The six suns above turned into a palm again, Yang Qingxuan raised his arm and pushed out, and at the same time stepped on his foot, and greeted him, "You have always been the one who doesn’t recognize reality! I can kill you once, and I can kill you first. Twice!"

The giant palm and the viper faced each other, and countless violent energies escaped. The blazing heat and the gloomy wind intertwined, eventually turning into a thousand sharp blades and cutting through the mountain wall.

Yang Qingxuan felt the pressure, and the golden light on the giant palm was a bit dim, and he hurried back several steps.

But Zuo Jun pressed over without letting go, and said grimly: "Bitch! Now know who is dead and who is alive, right?!"

Although the power of the six suns can protect the whole body from being invaded by the poisonous gas, Zuo Jun's own cultivation is far above Yang Qingxuan, so the giant palm is in a downward trend. Although he does not fall, it is consumed violently. Yang Qingxuan's true essence.

This scene is exactly the same as in the battle of the mountain!

Zuo Jun laughed, "There was a battle that day, and you fleeing after being aggravated by you, luck can't come again."

"joke!"

Yang Qingxuan sneered and said with disdain: "Luck is just a modest word for the winner. The loser really thinks there is such a thing. Falling into the illusion without knowing it, this is doomed to your defeat today!"

He raised his left hand, Jumang pointed straight away, and a finger "swish" up through the air, drawing Zuo Jun's eyes.

Zuo Jun was taken aback, turned his palms, and snapped a photo.

"boom!"

The power of the palms collided violently, violent anger exploded!

Originally, the snake was carried together with one palm and one, which was extremely unstable, but now it was messed up by the palm of the wind and suddenly became disordered.

Yang Qingxuan grinned and said: "There are so many ways to get out of it, why do you have to agitate you, isn't that bullying you with IQ?"

"Boom!"

The balance between the two was instantly broken, the flames of Yan Yang's true energy and the evil light of Poisonous Hand Zun's fist melted into a thousand threads, and if the flames raged, it swept across the four directions, shaking both of them out.

Under the storm, the ground cracked, and some of the students in front were also involved. They were shaken to death on the spot, frightening the others to disperse quickly and as far away from the battlefield as possible.

Zuo Jun didn't touch the ground, his thin wings flapped in the air, flying around the hall in a spiral for a few times before landing on the ground.

Yang Qingxuan slid with his feet on the ground, carving out two deep track marks, sliding several tens of meters away, and then stopped.

The Zhiyang Zhenqi on his body dissipated, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, suffering internal injuries.

Although the venom couldn't hurt him, Zuo Jun's tyrannical strength directly shook him on his cultivation base.

At this moment, he is in the mid-stage of stun, and the impact of a fist and a palm is like a dragon-like impact, and his cultivation has reached the mid-level of Lingwu. With the addition of profound martial skills, he can shock him with one move. Up.

Moreover, Zuo Jun's appearance at the moment seemed to be no ordinary True Martial Realm existence.

Just when Yang Qingxuan was thinking about it, Zuo Jun's figure flashed, flew in front of him, raised his hand and grabbed it, and a huge poison hammer hit it down.

"Damn it!"

Yang Qingxuan gritted his teeth fiercely, and said angrily: "Who made you so presumptuous!"

Putting his hands together in front of him, the six-sun trick revived, and he slammed his palms over!

"Boom!"

It was another head-to-head blow, and both sides flew away.

But Yang Qingxuan couldn't hold back anymore, squirting blood, and his breath began to fall.

"Hahahaha, after talking so much nonsense, isn't it going to die in the end? The descendants of garbage workers, now they are going to be garbage!"

Zuo Jun turned into a sickle again in his hand and flew down.

Yang Qingxuan's sword art resurrected and fought with him. The poisonous blade of the dead and the sharp sword light continued to shoot in the four directions of the hall.

The faces of the surrounding students were hard to look like, they were all sweating for Yang Qingxuan, and now the expectations of hundreds of people fell on him, and many people clasped their hands to pray for him.

Zuo Jun's sickle was hacked and weird, and the number of ways was weird and deceitful, while Yang Qingxuan's sword power was dexterous and elegant, sharp and fierce.

It's just that Yang Qingxuan is at a disadvantage everywhere and is exhausted to deal with it, while Zuo Jun is crazy, smirking, and has the upper hand.

The light and sword light shook both of them from time to time, both of them scratched out wounds. Zuo Jun's wounds were deep, but healed quickly. Yang Qingxuan's wounds were shallow, but they were difficult to heal in a short time.

Zuo Jun's face was dark, although he looked mad, he was calculating quickly in his mind.

Before the battle in the palace, a lot of true essence was lost, and at this moment, it was exhausted. Although Yang Qingxuan seemed to be downwind, his true energy was agitated, and there was no sign of defeat.

If you stay stuck like this, the longer you drag it, the more disadvantaged it is for you.

"Boom bang bang!"

Knife lightsaber net, cooler clang.

Under the sword confrontation, he furiously exerted his strength, only hearing a loud sound, his energy radiated from the sword joint, and the two of them were affected by the rebounding force and both took a dozen steps back.

"Yang Qingxuan, what is the ability to sprint around like a dog?"

Zuo Jun said angrily: "The following trick will send you to the west directly!"

With a violent aura emanating, Zuo Jun was like a sucker, and the poisonous gas in the entire hall was attracted to him, and the poisonous gas all over his body immediately became rich and whizzed like a whirlwind.

"I'm so tired of hearing these words, can't I change it for something fresh?"

Yang Qingxuan smiled coldly and said, "Why, have you played enough?"

With the pinch in his hand, the power of the scorching sun in the hall immediately gathered, and the sword of slashing the demon was also floating in front of him, reflecting the light of Ling Ran's sword.