Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan rushed into the sky, his figure swayed, he fleeed away, and at the same time yelled: "You entered the mandrill body and became the mandrill. What does it matter to me? I didn't imprison you in it. If you have a debt, don’t find me!"

"what!"

Song Yan roared in grief and indignation, and Yang Qingxuan's words even touched his scars.

In fact, body appearance is not important, but this shameful shame makes Song Yan very difficult to accept, and he has lost his physical body. In the future, he can only find a better body, but the road to martial arts will stop, even the previous cultivation. Because it is difficult to restore the peak.

This is what made Song Yan thoroughly blow up his hair.

One after another tyrannical palms slapped and shattered the sky, and the entire void was quickly dragged into the darkness.

Yang Qingxuan tried desperately to dodge. Although Song Yan's strength is not as good as before, he still exists in a thousand worlds. Each palm is equivalent to the slash of a moon blade, and if he is hit, he will not die.

Fortunately, he has an extraordinary control over the rules of time and space, and he shuttles through large-scale palms, but he is involved in the aftermath from time to time, and overall there is no major problem.

Song Yan furiously blasted for a while, gradually calmed down, and realized that if he went on like this, he had to lose his energy first, and immediately stopped. The huge mandrill body was extremely ugly and terrifying, staring at Yang Qingxuan like a ghost.

Yang Qingxuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his face still relaxed, and smiled: "Why, don't you fight anymore?"

Song Yanhan said: "Hmph, don't you have many Blades of Shayue? Why, no need?"

Yang Qingxuan took out a perfect moon-shaking blade, threw it in his hand, and sneered, "That's right, it's how much, why, not accept it?"

Song Yan's face changed drastically, and his burly body took a step back in shock. He just said casually, and at the same time wanted to explore the reality of the opponent, but he didn't expect that the other party really still exists.

With his current mandrill body, the strength of a full blow is not as good as the Blade of the Moon, if Yang Qingxuan still has four or five handles on his body, I am afraid that he is in trouble again.

Yang Qingxuan has been staring at Song Yan’s expression, and he is happy to guess what he has guessed at 8-9. After all, he doesn’t want to fight with Song Yan. As long as he delays the time and waits for the celestial phenomenon of the turbid dragon to return to the mansion, he will leave. Nirvana.

The happy stalemate is there now, playing with the blade of the instant moon in his hand.

"No! You blame me!"

Song Yan yelled fiercely and said angrily: "If you have many Blades of the Moon, you will inevitably hide and attack me by surprise. Now I dare to show it off, I'm afraid there is only this one left. Two handles and three handles are capped! I almost lied to you, go to hell!"

Clenched a fist with both hands, opened his mouth and roared, spitting out terrifying sound waves.

This is the sonic skill of the Mandrill Puppet itself. Song Yan has always been extremely disgusted with this body. After displaying it all the time, he soon found that it was handy and still very good.

And this combat technique was created by the designer of the puppet to make up for the lack of mandrill's body skills.

Yang Qingxuan's face changed drastically, that sound wave came from the sky, attacking indiscriminately, and the entire void was agitated by this sound. As soon as he touched his body, he immediately exploded his hair, qi and blood churned, and the meridians were even twisted in the body. Appeared on the skin.

"not good!"

Yang Qingxuan drank in a deep voice and realized that it was not good. If the sound wave was allowed to impact, it would soon cause huge damage to his body.

Immediately killing the hearts together, the eyes burst out-golden light, the halberd whirled in the air, and the halberd was united, and a move swept across Linyuan.

The sound wave on the void immediately twisted, and was constantly repelled by the golden halberd light.

As soon as Yang Qingxuan's figure flickered, he arrived in front of Song Yan, and the halberd slashed straight down, holding the Blade of Shaking Moon in his left hand, ready to shoot.

Song Xuan's eyes were full of jealousy, and he was about to retreat, but he heard Yang Qingxuan say: "Are you going to escape?", his mind turned, and it was true. No matter how to avoid it, it would be impossible to escape the moment. He simply settled down and stabilized. Body, raised his hand and patted Tianxu.

"Boom!"

The galaxy manifests under the palm, directly shaking the Tianxu open.

Yang Qingxuan's body was shaken apart, but as he spun in the air, the Blade of Shaking Moon in his left hand slashed over and shouted, "Go to hell!"

Song Yan knew that the combat experience of the man in front of him was as strong as thousands of tempers. Even if he was the body of the deity, he could not escape the slash of the moon. As a mandrill at this moment, it is even more impossible. It is better to put all your mind on How to resist.

When the huge hands caught in the air, two galaxy vortexes were condensed and stood in front of them.

"Boom!"

The Slash of the Moon broke two vortexes in succession, hit the mandrill’s chest, and flew the huge body out.

The mandrill's chest was broken with a knife mark, and the whole body was enveloped in green light, making a small "chacha" sound.

But those pupils burst with excitement, and shouted: "Haha, I can stop it!"

Song Yan immediately increased his confidence. As long as this body could block the blade of the moon, Yang Qingxuan would be dead. According to his guess, the opponent would still have at most two blades of the moon.

"is it?"

The golden light flashed in Yang Qingxuan's pupil, bullying her body, and another blade of Moment Moon appeared in her hand, and at the same time, a large afterimage was turned into Song Yan from all directions.

Every afterimage is true or not, holding the Moon Blade in his hand, creating a large illusion.

Song Yan looked around. Suddenly, there was a flash in front of him, Yang Qingxuan's figure appeared, and the blade of the moon in his hand was cut in the air, and the target was the broken knife mark on his chest.

"Haha, naive!"

Song Xuan laughed wildly, with a sneer on his face, "I want to kill me, only two stabs are in the same position. How can I possibly do this little calculation? You have made so many afterimages just for this simpleness. The naive purpose is really ridiculous. Yang Qingxuan, I looked at you too highly before."

Song Yan gave his left hand and covered the knife mark, then his right hand volleyed into the sky and patted it hard.

"boom!"

Under the bombardment of the palm, the Yang Qingxuan in front of him exploded directly and turned into a little bit of fluorescence to disperse.

Song Yan's face changed drastically, and he said in horror: "What? Fake?!"

"Hehe, it's really naive and ridiculous."

Behind Song Yan, Yang Qingxuan's true body suddenly appeared, and he said coldly, "Where you can think of, how could I get stuck in it?" With his right hand turned over, the Blade of Moment Moon slashed out frantically, a huge light soaring into the sky.

Song Yan was frightened and said: "Damn! Even if you escape my detection, what's the point? The Blade of the Moment Moon is impossible to split this body with a single stab. After another stab, I only have one more wound. What about you? How many knives are there to cut?"

Under the roar, Song Yan suddenly turned around. Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and he cried out: "Hey! No, it's impossible! The place you want to cut is..."