battle master

Chapter 247 Anti-chasing! (one)

"boom……"

Just at the moment when this handprint was about to touch Wu Yangyu's body, a terrifying domineering aura, like a volcano waking up, was violently aroused.

"No, back!"

Following the surge of momentum, Mu Xian's face suddenly changed, and the voice in his mouth was even more sharp to the extreme, completely different from the indifferent and calm in the past.

"Hehehe..."

An indifferent laugh came out as soon as his words fell.

The voice came from Wu Yangyu's mouth.

He waved his palm slowly, and his body did not dodge or dodge. He greeted the punch mark from the opposite side, burst out a ferocious golden crystal light, and crushed it directly towards the opponent.

"boom……"

The palm and fist print finally collided at this moment.

However, everything changed.

The original fist print changed from chasing to evacuating, but this palm rushed up like the stars chasing the moon.

"Crack!"

Immediately.

This is where the creepy bone-crushing sound emerges.

"Dengdengdeng..."

The sound of flying backwards came out.

But this time, it was Mu Xian and the scarred black-robed man who regressed.

"how is this possible?"

Feeling the severe pain coming from the five fingers of the palm, Mu Xian couldn't help letting out a cry of horror, the severe pain on his body couldn't compare with the shock in his heart.

The handprint just now seemed to be light and light, but it was like an immortal mountain urging it over. It crushed Wushuang with strength and momentum, and it moved vigorously, setting off a thousand waves.

Metamorphosis!

This is simply metamorphosis!

Looking deeply at Wu Yangyu in front of him, Mu Xian couldn't even believe that a person who had been beaten to the brink of death by them just now, could burst out with such earth-shattering divine power in this moment, even in the breath.

"boom……"

Wu Yangyu didn't care about Mu Xian's shock at all.

Now, the muscles, flesh, and bones of his body are wriggling as if they were alive, and every time he wriggles, he can feel that the injury he suffered just now has completely disappeared.

In the body, there is even more inner energy rolling and swimming, like a scorching yellow spring flowing, the original shackles of Taoism turned into nothingness in an instant.

At the moment when all the shackles were shattered, the seventh heaven of martial artist level was easily reached.

There is no aura of earth-shattering, no shock of dry sea and rocks, just like this quietly achieved!

But these are far inferior to physical changes.

With the opening of the Dou Zhan Hegemony, Wu Yangyu could already feel the vitality and power emanating from every inch of flesh, muscle, and all these places.

This strong feeling even made him feel like his physical body was not his own.

In fact.

This feeling is also due to the crazy surge in power, which has not yet stabilized the foundation. It is like a beggar who suddenly obtained millions of wealth. This kind of ecstasy alone is enough to make the other party ecstatic to the point of collapse.

fortunately.

Wu Yangyu is not a beggar, his mind and will are extraordinary, beyond ordinary!

The physical body moved slightly.

Immediately, a golden glow soared into the sky.

Around the body, there is a layer of crystal brilliance like golden glaze, surging and flickering.

During the constant lingering, it seems that a set of immortal golden armor has been put on this body.

"Crackling..."

The fist was clenched slightly, without even the slightest force, but the air had already been squeezed and exploded, making bursts of explosion sounds.

"It's worthy of being a battle dominance in the Mahayana period. It's wonderful. This feeling is really wonderful. With the improvement of my realm, the current me has also led my own realm to reach the level of the martial artist level seventh heaven. Beheading There is no problem with the two people in front of me!"

Looking at Mu Xian and the scarred man in black robe in front of him, Wu Yangyu thought to himself.

What really gives him confidence is not the current state, but the feeling after the transformation of power, the pleasure of power bursting forth in this kind of power, so that Wu Yangyu can't help but get lost in it.

An endless stream of power flows through every inch of his body, and if he drives it at will, it is enough for him to easily feel that overwhelming sense of strength.

"The control of power has already made me fall into the pleasure of being completely reborn... This is the power that [Dou Zhan Ling Jue] should have!"

Feeling something in his heart, Wu Yangyu also began to quickly consolidate his current strength during this breath.

"Pretending to be a ghost, everything is just an illusion, this guy can't be so powerful!"

Looking at Wu Yangyu, Mu Xian finally couldn't bear it again, and greeted the scarred man in black robe beside him.

"kill!"

The two were connected with each other, and they shouted angrily.

"Ha ha……"

Facing the opponent's attack again, Wu Yangyu just sneered and flung out his palm viciously.

A huge golden handprint, like an immortal golden mountain, fell from the sky, cut off the shackles of the sky, cut through the resistance of all things, and presented it fiercely.

"Pong!"

this moment.

Wu Yangyu's power blasted with all his strength, wherever he went, all things surrendered, the sky and the earth paled, between stepping, there was no chance for the two to breathe, and another handprint was urged to go out by raising his hand.

strength!

This is a release of pure power.

However, relying on the power of Dou Zhan's body to gradually unfold, it is simply an effect of strength, which is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, especially the inner strength surging in this palm print, and the golden mountain is even more powerful. It is very mighty.

"puff……"

Under the shock of this absolute power, the fist mark in front of him was directly smashed and collapsed, and countless cracks and light lines quickly spread towards the surroundings.

The scarred black-robed man who bore the brunt of the attack spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body was severely beaten to the ground.

"No!"

Facing the serious injury of the scarred man in black robe, Mu Xian's face suddenly changed wildly, and he let out a stern cry, like a wounded wolf, with an extremely vicious attitude in his voice.

"die!"

The figure stepped out of the air, and one hand turned into a huge finger mark. The finger marks kept puffing and puffing in midair, like a sharp long sword. Countless lines of light interweaved on the finger marks. open.

"puff……"

Even more at this moment.

The other party spewed a mouthful of blood on the finger marks. The original finger marks clearly devoured all kinds of blood to their heart's content, so that on the surface, there were countless blood marks lingering in it, which looked strange and evil.

"Wow!"

Flap casually.

The sparrow chirps, and the ice-blue sparrow shadow several meters long, with its wings turned upside down, is like a long river of frost. The sharp breath destroys everything, and the unparalleled freezing power evolves and descends between the heaven and the earth. Violently stimulated and moved.

"laugh……"

instant.

Shenque and the finger marks have already confronted each other heavily.

Originally, with Wu Yangyu's strength, he was unable to defeat a great martial artist, but he was still able to contend with him. Now, after his fighting dominance has been completed, his own strength has been infinitely improved. A single piece of power can all be multiplied.

"Kakkaka!"

In an instant.

The icy blue frost directly permeated the entire finger mark, accompanied by bursts of shattering crackling sounds, the finger mark collapsed directly, more than that.

The power of the betel nut, under the evolution of the sparrow shadow, even more engulfed in the gesture of cutting off all falsehoods, and ruthlessly killed Mu Xian.

"puff……"

Blood surged.

Que Ying's speed was so fast that Mu Xian didn't even have time to blink, he could only feel a flash in front of his eyes, the powerful sharpness and frost power had already slashed heavily on his body.

"Roar!"

The figure stepped forward, and behind him, the roar of the tiger shook the sky.

All over his body, streaks of golden crystals flickered from time to time, rushing towards the sky as he swallowed.

At this moment, Wu Yangyu's body looked like an immortal golden god.

The strong howling sound of the tiger, accompanied by the domineering posture of the Dou Zhan Hegemony, stimulated endlessly. During the unfolding, the supreme might directly vibrated the starry sky endlessly.

"go!"

Suddenly.

Mu Xian, who was thrown away by the shock, turned around violently, and his whole body, in the gushing of blood, obviously did not stop at the slightest, directly picked up the scarred man in black robe who was injured, and quickly fled out.

"Want to go?"

Wu Yangyu's expression froze slightly.

Unexpectedly, Mu Xian's style of work was so decisive.

but.

In the depths of Wu Yangyu's eyes, the killing intent became more and more fierce.

To him, the existence of the requiem crowd was a poisonous thorn, especially Mu Xian, who actually used Ye Mo as a tool to make him a slave, forcing him to take action.

Therefore, these two people must die.

"kill!"

Moving head-on, just at the moment when Wu Yangyu was about to pursue it, a series of cold voices came out from the void.

Clang clang!
There was even the sound of weapons being unsheathed.

Seeing the killings around him, Wu Yangyu frowned suddenly.

As expected of the people of Requiem, there are so many masters hidden around here.

It's a pity that the current him is not what he used to be. With the fighting dominance of the Dacheng period, he has nothing to fear.

"roll!"

The body moved in the air, and the hands were raised fiercely.

Two big handprints glowing with golden light, like two immortal golden mountains, hit heavily on the surrounding requiem figures.

"Pumppump!"

Wherever he went, the powerful force directly shattered one after another of the figures.

"Chong!"

The warriors split apart, and the sky was stained with blood.

At this moment, Wu Yangyu was as powerful as a mad dragon, and he didn't even pay attention to the figures killing him around him. As he moved forward step by step, such killing methods were simply unpredictable.

However, what surprised Wu Yangyu even more was the members of the Requiem group. Although there were many strong people among them, they did not have great martial arts masters. No matter how many people there were, they still couldn't stop him.

These people obviously knew this, but they still resisted themselves so desperately to buy time for Na Muxian and the two of them. This is simply inconceivable.

"Pong!"

The handprint once again sent one person flying, Wu Yangyu's eyes were ruthless and faintly scarlet, and he looked forward fiercely: "Even if someone helps you stop it, you two must die!"

(End of this chapter)