Heavenly God Mnemonic

"Why, want to please me with a smile? It's just this face, why is it so weird? It makes me very upset!"

The white-clothed man's face became gloomy, and his eyes became more murderous.

"No, no, it's this time, how can I laugh." Yang Qingxuan smiled softly: "I was just scared to have a cramp in the corners of my mouth. Can you tell me why Dashang Lao wants to kill me? ?"

"The cramp at the corner of your mouth is really annoying. When I tear the corner of your mouth, I'll come and tell you!"

With a cold voice, the white-clothed person cheated on his body, sealed with his hands, tightly locked the space where Yang Qingxuan was, and pressed it down.

This blow didn't use his full strength, not because he was kind, but because he was afraid of breaking Yang Qingxuan's body into pieces. He couldn't recognize it and couldn't hand in the task.

"If this is the case, then I will find a way to pry your mouth open and receive information."

Yang Qingxuan stepped up to the front, the wild energy on his hands rose up, spiraling up, and patted it.

"Boom!"

With their palms hitting each other, the two of them flew up and down with terrible energy.

The white-clothed man's face changed suddenly, and he cried out: "How can... so strong?!"

Yang Qingxuan's palm strength was not only above him, but the terrible wild aura instantly corroded the true essence in his palm, like a large swath of particles pressed into the aura, causing his hands and arms to quickly become dehydrated and dry straight away.

"impossible!"

The white-clothed man was terrified and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Yang Qingxuan was suffocated with anger, unable to get rid of it.

Under the shock, he can only use offense as defense, and continuously pour the true energy into his palms, and the veins and roots on his arms will burst, and this will isolate the qi.

"Joke! The cultivation of the Broken Nirvana Realm actually wants to fight with me for real power. This is your own death! You can't live by yourself!"

The white-clothed man gave a smirk, and as the power of his mid-little stage burst out, he immediately recovered his decay, his mood stabilized instantly, his face was mocking, and he sneered: "Under the sky, there are all ants. Although you The ants are a bit tyrannical, but they can't escape the fate of being crushed to death."

The power of the mid-Xiaotian stage was continuously poured into both palms, and the famine in Yang Qingxuan's palm was constantly shrinking.

Yang Qingxuan didn't say a word, but took a deep breath. The mark in his hand changed, and the waste gas between his left and right hands stagnated, turning in the opposite direction, turning into two vortices in the air, independent of each other, sucking the palms of the man in white. .

At the same time, under the suppression of the powerful true essence of the white-clothed man, the wasteful energy quickly dissipated.

The white-clothed man sneered "hehe" again, breaking the ten thousand laws with one effort, as long as the suppression was continued, the opponent could only do his best to kill.

A little bit of time passed, and a quarter of an hour later, the sneer on the face of the white-clothed man quickly turned into shock. A broken Nirvana realm powerhouse and his cultivating skills could last so long.

Every time I saw the two vortexes trembling, thinking that the other party was not supporting, he increased his palm strength and wanted to defeat the other party in one fell swoop, but without exception, they were all carried back.

Although he is weak, he hasn't shown any defeat!

"How could this be?" The white-clothed man was a little flustered in his heart, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Yang Qingxuan had already soaked his clothes with sweat, sweat was raining down between his eyebrows, and his face was slightly pale.

After another quarter of an hour, the white-clothed man's heartstrings trembled, his hands immediately trembled, and he was shocked, and hurriedly calmed his mind.

Once the real power of this kind of competition is defeated, it will end in despair.

Although Yang Qingxuan's breath is weak, it is always very stable, like a rock, tenacious.

After the white-clothed man trembled for a time, a crack appeared in his mood. After that, the true power was unstable. Although they adjusted in time, their momentum was obviously not as good as before.

"Boy, seeing that you are not easy to practice, you also have the heart to love and talent. You take back your palms, and then go to see Da Cheng Lao with me, I will spare your life and intercede for you in front of Da Cheng Lao." After another quarter of an hour, the white-clothed man's face was paper-like, and he suddenly spoke.

Yang Qingxuan still said nothing, silently operating the Void Sky Art.

The white-clothed man was anxious and angry, and shouted: "Damn it!" The real power in his hand increased a little more, and he pressed over.

The vortex of Yang Qingxuan's left and right palms revolved violently, and Huang Qi was instantly disordered in his body, and he couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

"It's still a little bit short of fighting in the mid-term of Xiaotian."

Yang Qingxuan opened his mouth and sighed, his mouth was full of blood.

The man in white is ecstatic, although the increase in his true energy at this time is also a great load for him. The internal organs are all squeezed together by the true qi, and blood is also overflowing from the corners of his mouth, but victory is in sight, making him ecstatic, "Haha, this Knowing that you are blocking the car with a mantis arm? It's too late! There is a way to heaven and no way to hell. You break in, remember in your next life, don't mess with anyone stronger than yourself!"

The true essence in the palm of the palm strengthened a little more and pressed it.

The two of them almost touched each other's palms, and Yang Qingxuan snorted, his momentum suddenly weakened, and he couldn't help taking a step back to relieve some of the pressure on his body.

"However, this competition has made me recognize the realm gap between myself and Xiaotianyuan in the mid-term. If I let go of my hands and feet, I should be able to win with my magical powers and spirit, but I also hurt myself. Eight hundred."

Yang Qingxuan didn't seem to hear what the white-clothed person said, but said it to himself.

Hearing this, the white-clothed man was furious, and was about to swear, but suddenly his whole body trembled, and he was shocked to see a figure behind him, well-dressed and personable.

"You, you are...!" The white-clothed man was shocked, his mood was suddenly unstable, his true essence was also greatly affected, and there were some signs of collapse.

The figure ignored him, but summed up and said to Yang Qingxuan: "Don't be too arrogant. The higher the cultivation level, the magical powers and secret methods, or martial souls, are definitely unmatched. For example, that Shiyu Yan, a martial soul with a knowing blow, even if it crosses several levels, can kill with one blow. No matter how strong your magical powers are, it will be difficult to carry that terrible one. In the future, you will understand if you suffer a few more losses. ."

Yang Qingxuan smiled bitterly: "I already understand, let's move quickly, I can't hold it anymore."

The figure was Hua Jieyu, and said calmly: "Let you not play, try to stubbornly try to fight for the middle stage of the small sky, and look for hardship, I think you are owed.

With that, he slapped his hand and patted the person in white.

The man in white was scared to death. In this situation, where can he withstand Hua Jieyu's blow? Moreover, the conversation between the two directly caused him to collapse. He was actually practicing with me? !

"Stop...Stop!!"

The person in white was about to cry in fear, and shouted.

Before Hua Jieyu's palms fell, his whole body was in a state of disorder, and it was difficult to maintain the palm strength that suppressed Yang Qingxuan.