Eternal Evil Emperor

Chapter 2003 The Battle of Breathing Stones
"Counseling, so cowardly! She can overthrow the existence of two great emperors, and there is She protecting the way, so why should he be cowardly!"

Xie Tian's words that stunned Shuixi and solidified Qicai caused Sheri Gong to be very dissatisfied.

Xie Yue, who was supervising the shooting sun bow and pretending to be on the side, kept looking at the Tianwai Palace and the palace where Zuoqiu Heng was.

Hearing what Sheri Gong said, he just said indifferently: "Okay, the hero doesn't mention the bravery in the past, and now you are in danger of facing the last Taoist ancestor."

"Then come and try!" She Ri also glanced at where the Tianwai Palace was, and said with a sneer, "Aren't there just three little Taoist ancestors, come and shoot one, shoot one, shoot one and die!"

"Hey……"

Xie Yue sighed speechlessly, and her gaze also fell on Xie Tian.

Although the seven colors around Xie Tian's body that swallowed everything solidified, they did not disappear. Instead, they became brighter and brighter, as if they were accumulating stronger power.

This process of saving produces a wind like a gang knife.

The wind shot out from the gap in the void, and occasionally two strands passed through Xie Tian's clothes, and the clothes turned into nothingness in the shattering.

Fortunately, these winds are disorderly.

But Xie Yue knew that this disorder would not last long.

When Pang Xuan came out of the stunned state, it would become an orderly one targeting Xie Tian.

Just when he thought of this, Pang Xuan's eyes froze, and the seven colors that froze around Xie Tian's body had a soul in his breath.

This soul makes the wind in the void order.

Because of the order, the wisps of wind converged into an invisible knife.

Powered by Pang Xuan's faint killing intent, the knife was about to slash at Xietian's face.

At this moment, Shuixi's laughing voice sounded.

"This fellow Taoist is only at the fourth level of the Dao Enlightenment Realm."

"I was negligent." Pang Xuan replied with a smile, "After all, this is the first time I have seen such an amazing Supreme."

In the process of speaking, the aura of the invisible knife dropped sharply.

Xie Tian, ​​who had a calm face, gradually shrunk his blood eyes.

Because of the weakened breath, the invisible knife was tens of times more condensed than before.

This change is a reflection of Pang Xuan's psychology.

look down on you.

So the breath dropped sharply.

But I want to kill you even more.

Feeling the violent beating of Xie Xin, the long-lost trembling finally grew in Xie Tian's heart.

As the trembling spread, Xie Tian's aura changed rapidly.

This change made Shuixi frown slightly and Pang Xuan's eyes shone.

It seemed that what they saw as an ant before suddenly turned into an ant with two giant pincers, aiming to turn the world upside down.

Although still ridiculous, at least there is some power.

Thinking so, Pang Xuan let out a breath.

Get angry.

The wind moves.

Knife chop.

"drink!"

With a soft shout, Xie Tian completely entered into a fighting state, raising his fist and blasting at the invisible knife that was about to split him in half.

"Ok?"

The power contained in this punch is not worth mentioning, but the origin and combination of its power made Shuixi gasp in surprise immediately.

"One body and three cultivations, the power of the three cultivations, the different three-self in one..."

While wondering in his heart, he was also flipping through his vast memory.

In his memory, he found many examples similar to Xie Tian's body training power, many examples of the integration of the three cultivations, but he did not find a precedent of embarking on the road of holiness at the beginning of the Dao state.

"How did he do it?"

While thinking about it, there was a loud sound of metal and iron, and Shuixi couldn't help but look sideways.

On the face of Xie Tian's fist, colorful and blood-colored rays of light continued to burst out.

Colorful, is the killing intent of the invisible knife.

The color of blood is the blood of Xie Tian.

But to Shuixi's surprise, although the face of Xie Tian's fist was dripping with blood, the seven-colored awn still couldn't make any further progress.

But in the next moment, he understood.

Because he saw behind the blood dripping, Xie Tian's bones, flesh, tendons, and marrow that constantly derived magical powers.

The supernatural power is the supernatural power of the barren level.

These supernatural powers are only the smallest size of flesh and blood, but they are as agile as a villain with arms and legs, constantly rushing towards the colorful, and the killing skills displayed by punching and kicking are extremely amazing.

Apart from these villains, Shuixi saw streams of golden horned dragon-like Yuan Yang constantly circling around the wound on Xie Tian's fist.

These are the reasons why the invisible knife can't make any progress after piercing Xie Tian's skin.

"Shenzhen Ruyi, good body training and killing, abundant Yuanyang, these are not enough..."

Shuixi smiled slightly, with a faint look of anticipation in his eyes.

What he was looking forward to was, in Pang Xuan's next persecution, what kind of power would be displayed by those who had the courage to be their ancestors.

As if feeling Shuixi's expectation, Pang Xuan took a slight breath after Qicai and Bloody stalemate for a breath and thirteen seconds, and Qicai frozen around Xie Tian's body began to spin, making a piercing sound like the buzzing of heaven and earth.

At this turn, the void cracked quietly, the rocks disintegrated silently, and Xie Tian began to sink.

The moment he sank, Xie Tian felt stinging pain in one hundred and seven places all over his body, as if an invisible poisonous snake was staring at him with ferocious eyes.

No need to think about it, these one hundred and seven poisonous snakes are another one hundred and seven invisible knives.

Evil day.

Only two fists.

But he still has feet.

In Shuixi's slight anticipation, Xie Tian raised his right foot, although there was no ground for strength under his foot, he stomped out of thin air...

hum...

Layers of transparent ripples were born due to stomping, and swayed around.

"Two strands of time..."

Shuixi was not surprised.

Because this is something that some born saints can achieve with hard work.

But one ten-thousandth of a second later, as the ripples swayed, Shuixi narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his gaze slightly in surprise, and locked his gaze on the ten feet in front of Pang Xuan.

Just one ten-thousandth of a second after his gaze reached here, another Xie Tian, ​​who only had time to reveal his upper body, threw his fist at Pang Xuan who was ten feet away.

"Well, the origin of the void..."

After thinking about it, Shuixi continued to whisper.

"Original Ruyi, it's okay..."

Compared with other natural saints, Yuan Ruyi is already an extremely remarkable achievement.

But for Shuixi, the half-step Taoist ancestor, it's okay to just say a word.

And Pang Xuan is a natural Dao ancestor.

So when he finished inhaling and exhaled slightly again, Xie Tian, ​​who merged with the void because of the origin of the void, felt a majestic and incomparable force, and found himself accurately through the mottled and complicated void faults, and put himself Push hard away from the void.

Xie Tian had no time to comprehend the astounding comprehension and manipulation of the origin behind this majestic force.

His blood eyes suddenly turned black...

"drink!"

Another soft drink.

As he drank lightly, one of the six pitch-black stone flakes in his arms shattered.

At the moment of shattering, he merged with the void and fell from the void.

In fact, this is similar to the result of being launched by Bangmao Juli.

The only difference is that Xie Tian, ​​who fell out by himself, not only did not move away from Pang Xuan, but appeared four feet in front of Pang Xuan.

And his fist, which was always slightly bent and charged, was less than two feet away from Pang Xuan's chest.

(End of this chapter)