Heavenly God Mnemonic

The silver mist around him was a bit denser, and he quickly attached to the silver hammer, and saw a strange colorful light surging on the silver hammer, which was more poisonous, and its power suddenly increased.

The silver mist rolled like a murderous dagger, coming under the pressure of the silver hammer.

Yang Qingxuan's face changed drastically. He only felt that the power of the two yang could hardly carry the poisonous hand zunquan, and immediately pinched the tactic with his left hand, and the third Yang Yang Qi began to condense.

Since stepping into the yellow turban warrior, it is no longer a problem to condense the three radiances of Yan Yang.

It's just that this big crowd, in full view, he doesn't want to reveal his strength. Low-key, hidden, is the long-term solution.

But at this moment, he can no longer help.

As the third true Qi was in motion, it pushed towards the palm of the palm, and the third flame slowly condensed under the two yang Huan Huan.

"Sanyang chasing the sun!"

With the formation of the Three Suns' move, Yang Qingxuan's palm was mighty, and once again he drew away the power of the Poisonous Hand Zun's fist, and the air made a belching sound, and there was a faint counterattack in the past.

"What? Impossible!"

Zuo Jun screamed, and when he was shocked, Yang Qingxuan slapped his palms, and the masculine energy broke through the poisonous soul light and hit the giant hammer!

"boom!"

The two forces struck each other and saw a golden light shining in the eyes, expelling the silver poisonous mist. The sledgehammer collapsed and fell into a tens of thousands of light rain, fleeting.

At this moment, Yang Qingxuan's body was red and his breath was hot. Once he succeeded in a move, he immediately pursued the victory and pursued him. As soon as his body skills appeared, he would use the eagle to strike the sky and dig into Zuo Jun's eyes.

Zuo Jun only felt the darkness in front of him, and he felt a fierce attack, shaking his whole body in fright, and hurried back. But then Yang Qingxuan turned his claws into his palms, and the two scorching suns instantly gathered in his palms.

"Two Yang Huan Xian"

With a "bang", it hit Zuo Jun's chest, and the two powers of the sun exploded in front of him, blasting him out.

"what is this……!"

The audience was shocked, the two people were very different in strength, originally thought it would be a one-sided situation, although it was still one-sided, but the object was completely reversed.

The other eight people in the two groups are still fighting desperately, and I never dreamed that the captain would instantly decide the winner.

From Zuo Jun's high-profile shot to being shot flying by Yang Qingxuan, it was just a few breaths.

The three of Zuo Jun's team were shocked. They all knew exactly how terrifying the "Poison Hand Zunquan" martial soul was. They really couldn't figure out how Yang Qingxuan broke it. Not only did they break the martial soul, they also defeated it.

With Zuo Jun's initial cultivation base of Lingwu, even if he doesn't use Wuhun, he should stabilize Yang Qingxuan.

He Yiding was anxious, and slammed Yue Qiang away, and was about to rescue him.

"Haha." Yue Qiang was overjoyed, his eyes flashed with coldness, and he shouted with murderous aura: "Want to leave me alone? You are already overwhelmed by yourself, first consider your own life!"

The Wuhun "Chest Armored Soldier" merged with the body, and Yue Qiang's arm was covered with a layer of golden armor of light, roaring and bombarding him.

He Yiding's face changed drastically, and he could no longer take into account Zuo Jun. When the mace was in front of him, he was knocked away by his fist, and he took a few steps back to stabilize his body.

The same is true for the other two. Under the suppression of Meng Rui and Liucheng, they have fallen into a difficult stalemate battle, and they can't tell.

Under the full of consternation and sluggishness, Yang Qingxuan walked towards Zuo Jun step by step, and said calmly: "The kid is a kid. If he thinks that there is a better spirit, he will win? I told you about your IQ deficiency. , Is doomed to your tragedy today."

After Zuo Jun was knocked into the air by Eryang Huanxian, he spouted a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground far away.

When the breath is disturbed, I only feel unusually uncomfortable in his chest. That Zhiyang Zhenqi is the nemesis of his martial soul, and all the meridians in his body are traumatized.

What made him even more unacceptable is that he, who has always been proud of his genius, was defeated by a mere qi and martial arts under the circumstances of much attention!

The mental blow is even worse than the physical body!

"Yang Qingxuan, you are dead today!"

He roared like madness, staring at Yang Qingxuan with bitter eyes, suddenly burst into laughter, "You are fine, you can make me like this, but still can't save your destiny!"

As his voice fell, the momentum on his body rose sharply, turning out to be as sharp as a cut.

The dimmed martial soul light bloomed again, and a cloud of silver mist burst out with him as the center, covering all the surroundings.

Yang Qingxuan's heart trembled, and there was a bad feeling. The figure suddenly flashed, and he rushed forward, and the three suns on both palms rose up and turned into a glare, and he slammed the past first, shouting: "If you want to kill me, you must die first. Right!"

"Haha, you are the one to die!"

The three suns are shining by the sun, reflecting the glory of the sun, but Zuo Jun laughed out loud, an originally delicate face, distorted and extremely ugly.

"I admit that I underestimated you before, now let you see my true strength!"

There was an inexplicable shock on his body, and he burst out like an overwhelming, terrifying aura suddenly appeared, and his overall strength more than doubled in an instant!

"Middle Lingwu!"

A student screamed suddenly, "Oh my God, he actually hit the middle stage of Lingwu!"

Zuo Jun laughed wildly and said: "Haha, I don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, forcing me to show my true strength. I am proud to die today!"

The poisonous surroundings suddenly condensed, turned into a grinding disc between Zuo Jun's hands, and then flew into the air, suddenly becoming bigger, as if it could cover the sky and the sun!

"Poisonous Hand Zunquan——The Great Grinding Disk of Heaven and Earth!"

The grinding wheel was spinning, and the colored light on it diverged strangely, and it slammed over like a mountain.

Under that powerful momentum, the power of the three suns was forced to shrink continuously, and there was a "rumbling" oppressive sound around the sun, and the situation was in crisis.

Yang Qingxuan's heart was shocked, and a huge sense of danger struck. This force was much stronger than Zhen Xiuzhu!

In a battle in the mine that day, Zhen Xiuzhu was tricked by Yang Qingxuan and missed the opportunity. In the subsequent attack of the martial spirit ghost cry, the part of the demon energy damage completely failed to Yang Qingxuan, which led to Zhen Xiuzhu's defeat.

But this Zuo Jun in front of him is not the case, his own cultivation base is tyrannical, plus this terrifying martial soul, with a full blow, there is no possibility of trickery.

Life and death mattered, Yang Qingxuan was anxious, and his eyes burst into light, and he gritted his teeth and secretly said: "To block this trick, three suns are not enough day by day, you must display the fourth sun!"

Resolutely, regardless of the consequences, act decisively and run the fourth Yang Yang Qi!

Little by little hot qi circulates in the meridians, like rain falling, flowing through the mountains and forests, and slowly condensing into a river.

Even if he stepped into the yellow turban warrior, he was still very reluctant to display the fourth Yanyang Zhenqi. Not only was the speed extremely slow, but it also made the meridians painful like splitting.