God Ring Howl

Can Jianfang was sacrificed by the clone of Ximen Tiger, exuding a powerful murderous aura.

The space beast, the black-haired vicious dog, roared, its body writhing uncomfortably due to the powerful murderous aura.

"En." Feeling the powerful murderous aura suddenly surging, Zhao Xiang slightly raised his eyebrows, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

After the remnant sword that looked mediocre, even broken and ugly, released a terrifying murderous aura, the blade suddenly trembled, and the spots of rust on the blade suddenly fell off a lot at this moment, and the rust that fell off , It actually rose up with a whining sound, and almost at the same time condensed into a thin layer of dark red light, which flashed and flashed rapidly.

At this moment, because of the dark red light covering the periphery of the sword body, Can Jian's evil spirit suddenly multiplied.

A more ferocious, domineering, destructive aura swept across the Quartet centered on Ximen Tiger.

Space cracks suddenly appeared, and the flowing clouds disintegrated and disappeared.

Holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, Ximenhu's body trembled uncontrollably.

There was a bright red gash in the palm of his holding the sword, and blood was pouring into the sword. [

Zhao Xiang's pupils expanded and contracted violently, only then did he realize that the Canjian seems to need to absorb a large amount of blood from the sword's owner before it can be used.

The broken sword, which was nourished by the blood essence, suddenly erupted with circles of blood-colored light that grew bigger and bigger.

A strong murderous aura rushed to the four directions like a huge wave.

The Ximen Tiger's avatar stared straight at the tens of thousands of feet of giant palms coming, and the eyes were shining.

The next moment, the remnant sword swept across the air with a terrifying hissing sound, and the powerful and murderous aura swept away with the giant palm.

Before Can Jian arrived, the raging and domineering killing intent was like a small sharp sword, directly cutting the void in front of Can Jian.

Ding ding ding.

One after another, the sound of extremely crisp metal and stone symphony resounded through the world.

In the center of the tens of thousands of feet of giant palm, a broken sword about ten feet in length was deeply sunken in it.

If you don't look carefully, you will definitely think that Canjian is just a somewhat strange or even strange palm print.

Zhao Xiang, who was a thousand meters away, couldn't help but move his calm face slightly, and pointed forward with a slight frown.

The tens of thousands of feet of giant palm slanting slightly downward in the void suddenly shook, and then slapped Ximen Tiger away again.

"crack."

Seeing the tens of thousands of feet giant palm attacking again, Ximen Tiger's avatar shook.

Almost at the same time, he suddenly slapped the black-haired vicious beast in space below him, and his body flew into the air. [

Stepping into the void, looking at the broken sword inlaid in the center of the giant palm, Ximen Tiger's eyes were shining brightly, and he yelled ferociously.

The gigantic palm that went straight to the clone of the Ximen Tiger and its vicious mount trembled violently.

And the broken sword inlaid in the center of the giant palm exudes a monstrous murderous aura more and more fiercely.

The iron rust covering the broken sword suddenly burst into bursts of bloody light.

Amidst the flickering blood, a powerful tearing force roared out.

The tens of thousands of feet of giant palm actually began to collapse at this moment, and the edge of the giant palm melted continuously like spring snow.

But even so, the tens of thousands of feet of giant palms melted all the way and went straight to Ximen Tiger's clone and mount with a ruthless seal.

Not only that, the giant palm was still shaking violently, as if it was about to shake out the broken sword in the palm.

The gigantic palm collapsed inch by inch in the roar of the blood-colored rust that was close to the periphery of Can Jian's body.

However, the dignified "color" in Ximen Tiger's eyes still hasn't faded in the slightest.

He and the vicious dog riding under him stared at the gigantic palm that melted all the way and slapped it with a bang.

The black-haired vicious beast of the space grinned, and said to Ximen Tiger's clone: ​​"Why didn't you come up with the life-saving move?"

Ximen Tiger's clone nodded with a stern look on its face.

He stretched out his hands, swiped slowly in front of him, and then raised them against his forehead.

"Self-restraint." The moment the Ximen Tiger avatar spit out these four characters, the number of runes hovered around him.

Restriction, also known as formation, some people also call it seal, to put it bluntly, it is actually the application of the rules of heaven and earth.

The law of restraint is powerful and rare, enough to shock the world, and anyone who masters this technique will not shock the world.

But self-restraint is very different from ordinary restraint.

The self-restraining seal is not someone else, but the caster himself. If self-restraint is used to resist powerful attacks with the power of restraint and the power of the formation, this is the true meaning of self-restraint. A person with great supernatural powers will never come up with such ingenuity and ingenuity.

Almost immediately after Ximen Tiger's avatar displayed its self-forbidden magic power for a while.

Zhao Xiang manipulated the tens of thousands of feet of giant palm that contained destructive and vast energy to come down with a bang.

The Ximen Tiger and its black-haired vicious dog, which had exercised self-restraint, stood motionless in the void.

One person and one dog were slapped head-on by tens of thousands of feet of giant palms. As for the ten-thousand-foot giant palms, although they continued to collapse and dissipate quickly, they still slammed hard on the void where one person and one dog were.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang.

The entire void was violently roaring and shaking at this moment, and this roaring and shaking swept across, making the space at the southern edge of the Hongmeng Emperor, where Zhao Xiang, Ximen Tiger's avatar and his mount Vicious Dog were located, vibrate delicately and slightly.

"It doesn't seem easy to take down this guy." Zhao Xiang thought calmly.

Originally, Zhao Xiang thought that this person and dog would not last long in his hands.

However, at this time, the person and the dog are still fighting, not even weak.

The giant palm disappeared, and the breath of destruction swept across the starry sky.

However, at the edge of the Shattered Void, Zhao Xiang's originally calm and indifferent complexion suddenly darkened.

With a tick, a dazzling bright red drop fell from Zhao Xiang's hanging fingertips.

Raising his hand, there was a small wound on the tip of the index finger.

Zhao Xiang didn't expect that he was injured.

He squinted his eyes slightly, and the multicolored awns flowed, and immediately shot out an icy light.

"Hmph, the giant energy palm that combines devouring power, space power, yin and yang power, and reincarnation power can't do anything to you."

"Not only that, but I, Zhao Xiang, was injured all of a sudden, including my soul. Fortunately, I have a lot of means to remedy the soul, otherwise, such a small injury would have given me away. Life."

Zhao Xiang's original clear voice suddenly became hoarse, and there was a bit of icy cold in it.

As Zhao Xiang who has several soul weapons, now he has stepped into the position of God of Destiny, and has cultivated the Eye of Destiny to the state of great success, thinking that even if the body is injured, the soul is absolutely impossible, generally speaking , as the god of destiny, once the soul is injured, it will suddenly fall to the realm.

What is it that can make one's soul wounded in perception?

If Ximen Tiger himself uses this technique, then I will die in the place of burial.

Zhao Xiang fell into deep thought as he attacked one person and one dog.

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