Heavenly God Mnemonic

"This...this is..."

Not only everyone was dumbfounded, but Xiao Suyang himself was also dumbfounded.

"This is...damn it!...damn it!"

Yang Qingxuan looked at Lan Ningxu's Yan Jun, suddenly his heart trembled, and immediately understood what was going on in front of him!

A figure of a young man appeared in his mind.

That year, along with Lu Jiangpeng, went to the Jinyun Kingdom to go to the battle agreement of Duguxin, and met Tan Tao, the owner of Wuhun's "heavy rules".

Tinghua Jieyu said that "repetition of rules and regulations" is part of Wuhun's "infinite replication". As the power of the bloodline becomes thinner, the inheritance factors in the body continue to weaken, and finally evolved into another kind of "infinite replication". The nature, but much weaker Wuhun "has repetitive rules."

After seeing Tan Tao's Martial Spirit back then, Xuan Tianji had always coveted it.

At this moment, when Lan Ningxu displayed "Infinite Copy", Yang Qingxuan immediately understood what was going on!

Lan Ningxu sacrificed all the members of the Tan family, extracted the inheritance factors in his blood, and then cultivated and grew stronger, and then launched the "infinite replication" martial soul!

"Damn it! Tan Tao...The Tan Family!..."

Yang Qingxuan's eyes burst out with anger, his fingers pinched into the flesh, and the anger in his heart could not be calmed down.

Lu Yifan frowned and said, "Tan Tao Tan's family?"

His eyes lit up suddenly, as if thinking of something, a different color appeared on his face.

"What the **** are you? How dare you play tricks in front of me, go to hell!"

Xiao Suyang roared, and Yan Jun's power suddenly rose up, until the peak of the latter stage of the air magic, he did not dare to rise again, for fear that he would lose control.

"Mingshan Liaohui!"

The light on Yan Jun's body skyrocketed, and his fist expanded several times, slamming down.

The entire space instantly turned red, like the lava flowing in a volcano, flooding a thousand miles.

Lan Ningxu smiled faintly, raised his hand, that "Jun Yan" had the same action as him, and his body burst out with powerful spirit power, and his strength continued to rise.

The early stage of the air technique... the mid stage of the air technique... the late stage of the air technique... the peak of the latter stage of the air technique...!

This "Yan Jun" unexpectedly reached the same strength as that of Yan Jun.

In addition, Lan Ningxu clenched his fists with both hands, "Yan Jun" also moved in the same way as him, the soul light continuously burst out of his body, and his fist instantly expanded several times, turning into a lava-like color.

"Mingshan Liaohui!"

"Yan Jun" slammed away with a fist, the space was instantly crushed and burst, and lava-like energy continued to tear the surrounding area.

"Hey!"

"It's the same trick?!"

"This... Am I right? Yan Jun actually has two?"

The surrounding martial artists all exploded and talked in shock.

Even Yang Wuxin and Zhong Jie, who suppressed each other, had their hearts beating wildly. They couldn't help but came over with a stunned light.

"boom!"

"Mingshan Liaohui!" To "Mingshan Liaohui!"

"Boom!"

The terrifying fists collided in the air, and the powerful red light tore through the sky, turning into circles of light waves, shaking away.

Both Yang Qingxuan and Lu Yifan couldn't help backing up, avoiding being caught in the aftermath of the impact and wasting true yuan.

"what!"

In the center of the impact, within the powerful red glow, Xiao Suyang's screams came.

Yang Qingxuan looked at it with golden eyes, and saw Xiao Suyang's right arm. After being hit by Lan Ningxu's "Yan Jun", all the meridians burst, and a large amount of blood burst out on the entire arm, and then he fell weakly.

Xiao Suyang's attack and defense were instantly broken by "Yan Jun", and his body was shocked, as if "Yan Jun"'s fist punched his body, and the clothes behind him exploded a big hole.

"puff!"

Xiao Suyang spouted a mouthful of blood in the air, his face full of despair, panic, and unwillingness, and he flew out upside down.

His body continued to roll in the air, hitting the bronze wall fiercely, and another gulp of blood spurted out, and then slid to the ground.

All the martial artists around them scattered, for fear of getting into trouble.

"Xiao Suyang's Jun Yan was defeated?!"

"Isn't there only one Yan Jun? How many?"

"I don't know, this kid seems to be called Lan Ningxu, is he the illegitimate child of the Xiao family?"

"Xiao Ningxu? No, even if it is Xiao Ningxu, there is only one Yan Jun in history. If there are several Yan Jun, the Xiao family will not fall."

Various voices rang around the hall and entered Xiao Suyang's ears.

At this moment, one or two hundred people gathered in the main hall, as long as the warriors who entered the Jiamo Temple were all inspired by the ripples of the Qi Yun.

Xiao Suyang himself was dumbfounded. He lay on the ground, struggling desperately, coughing out internal organs and blood.

Lan Ningxu retracted his fist, "Yan Jun" slowly returned to his body, disappearing.

He smiled and said: "It's better to spit blood than swear, it's not bad, you are more civilized than just now."

"Puff!" Xiao Suyang spouted another gulp of blood, his face instantly pale as paper, and he simply lay on the ground without moving, too lazy to struggle any more.

Yang Wuxin's heart kept sinking, and the situation in front of him gradually got out of control.

The strength on Zhong Jie's Demon Sword continued to increase, and his own sword intent was violently contracted. It won't be long to support it, Jian Gang will be broken, and then he will inevitably retreat, even seriously injured.

The two most powerful men, Xiao Suyang, suffered heavy losses and completely lost combat power.

Lu Yifan couldn't control it if he didn't obey the command.

Among the other Xinggong disciples, Dongfang Ying was cut off by Shi Yuyan, and she was nowhere to be found. The remaining few were cut into several pieces by Duruo's large pliers, and their corpses were lying on the ground.

Yang Wuxin was very anxious, and now he counted on Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran to quickly gain the inheritance, and then turned the tide, suppressing and beheading all the people in the star-defying palace!

"Ah! Ah!"

There were two screams in the distance, and I saw Xu Weilong and Feng Yanran, who were suddenly shaken by the demon shadow, vomiting blood and flew out.

Both of them were shrouded in devilish energy, like tarsus maggots, constantly burrowing into their bodies and pouring out again, painful.

"what!!"

Xu Weilong's burly body, kneeling on the bronze ground in the distance, shivered, with a painful expression on his face, as if he had been poisoned.

Feng Yanran even lay on the ground, her face that was originally pretty and charming, distorted like a demon, roaring like a beast in her mouth.

Yang Wuxin's complexion changed drastically, and a heart instantly refreshed and sank to the bottom.

The only expectation was annihilated, and the whole situation was completely out of control!

"Hahahaha!"

Zhong Jie's eyes burst with excitement, and he said excitedly: "The low-level chopsticks also want to obtain the inheritance of the holy demon. It's just overkill, a big joke! Hahahaha!"

Zhong Jie licked his lower lips, the magic light on his body surged, his power surged, the magic knife rose a little bit, and the beautiful lines on the knife appeared, like blood snaking, and the sharpness became stronger.

"Crack!"

A faint sound made Yang Wuxin look pale.

Beneath the magic knife, a crack appeared on the golden giant sword, instantly spreading across the entire sword body like a spider web, breaking into thousands of pieces.