Heavenly God Mnemonic

As soon as Zhuang Quan's palms condensed, thousands of palm shadows gathered together, wrapped around his body, and greeted him.

"boom!"

The palms of the fists collided, Yang Qingxuan's dragon fist was suppressed by the power of the dark night, and his fist strength continued to break apart.

"boom!"

As soon as his entire figure flickered, he disappeared under his palm, and Zhuang Quan fell to nothing with a palm.

"The same punch, completely without the previous'Tao Yi', really can't punch like that again?" Zhuang Quan was surprised and happy.

This punch is extremely powerful and overbearing, but it is still within the range that he can suppress. As long as that terrible Taoism does not appear, there is nothing to worry about.

At this moment, other heavenly powerhouses rushed up again. Lei Jun's expression was ruthless, and he said coldly: "It's just the pinnacle of heaven, you still think you are a god!"

With a flash of soul light on the body, the illusion of the spirit dragon broke out and turned into a white dragon. With both hands pinching, it flashed in the air and turned into an electric light.

In the next moment, countless currents appeared in front of Zhuang Quan, turning into tens of thousands of thunder patterns, and the huge electric field covered Zhuang Quan.

"Five hundred million ticks of electrical energy!"

"Reverse Galaxy!"

"Boom!"

The mighty thunder light turns like a galaxy star, hanging upside down, and the white spear inside it shoots out and turns into a pale thunder dragon, spreading its teeth and claws.

"Huh? Is the ancient thunderbolt unique?" Zhuang Quan was taken aback. This trick was so powerful that it was reaching the peak of the heavenly power. He didn't dare to hold it big, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it into the void. The whole surroundings trembled, and a pitch-black knife was drawn out and slashed.

"boom!"

The blade smashed into the thunder and lightning, cutting the entire electric field away, and the sword qi went straight into the sky.

Lei Jun was horrified. The power of the knife in front of him was shocked. The armor of thunder and lightning collapsed suddenly. He was smashed into his body by the sword energy. The "pu" spouted blood and fell fiercely. On the ground.

"That knife is...!"

Yang Qingxuan was hiding in the void and was about to make a sneak attack. The moment he saw the sword, his breathing was stagnant, and even his heart almost stopped beating.

That black knife was exactly the same as the one in Yu Wuji's hands.

The sword aura spread out like a black devil, shocking people's hearts. Everyone felt a chill in their hearts and did not dare to come closer.

"Three-way black knife? Impossible!" Mo Ting exclaimed from the air.

A group of energy exploded on the dome, shooting black and white light, the white light turned into a desert, staring at the black long knife in horror.

The black light turned into Ye Wusha, and he looked at the sword as well, his eyes gleaming with essence.

Mo Ting said intently: "This knife is an imitation of the sacred weapon Santu black knife!"

Zhuang Quan snorted disdainfully, placed the black knife in front of him, and said coldly: "Even if it's an imitation, it's easy to take your lives!"

The black sword was in Zhuang Quan's hand, just the simplest gesture, but the sword aura that came out shocked the audience. Even the puppets of Yunxiu Palace stopped attacking, and stood still.

"Kill!" Zhuang Quan shouted sharply, and with a wave of the black knife, the sword's energy flickered, and it shot straight into the sky.

Mo Ting was taken aback, that sword qi was slashed at him, and he hurriedly turned into a divine light to avoid, but found that his entire body was locked by the sword qi!

"Boom!"

Mo Ting was stabbed sturdily, like a group of brilliant bursts, and disappeared directly on the hall.

"Hey!" The crowd was so frightened that they were slashed to death with a single knife.

But the next moment, those shattered brilliance condensed not far away and turned into Mo Ting's body. It's just a lot dim, and Mo Ting's face is also extremely ugly.

Ye Wusha's expression was a little complicated, and he said, "You have finally refined this black knife completely."

"Hmph, if it's a last resort, I really don't want to show it. Now that I have seen it all, then go to death!" Zhuang Quan raised the knife again, and the powerful power continued to rise, and the entire hall space was in this knife. Within range.

Even Yang Qingxuan in the void felt the pressure of this knife. If it was slashed, it would be impossible to escape, and he would be seriously injured.

"Spin in the air!"

Zhuang Quan's body merged with the knife, and he split the knife out in the most convenient position.

There is no actual goal, just a volley. But the whole hall was shaking, and all the spatial coordinates were under the slash of this sword, like a world of sword energy, crushing everything in it!

"Boom!"

The world shook, countless screams were heard everywhere, and large swaths of flesh and blood flew across.

The pungent smell of blood instantly diffused throughout the hall. Hundreds of people were directly chopped to death by that knife. Those with stronger strength were split into two pieces, and those with weaker strength were directly broken into pieces.

Even the many puppets of Yunxiu Palace were shattered with a single knife.

Only a handful of less than a hundred people survived by virtue of defense and supernatural powers, but they were all shocked and desperate in their eyes.

Yang Qingxuan was also cut out from the void, blocked him with Yufushi, held a knife, but also burst into a tiger's mouth, bleeding from the corners of his mouth.

Zhuang Quan frowned slightly, and with a beating of the knife, the tip of the knife fell on the ground, as if it had exhausted its true essence and could not lift it.

Mo Ting shouted: "His true essence is exhausted now, and power is coming from a distance from the air. Don't let him recover!"

As he said, it turned into a radiance, and he arrived in front of Zhuang Quan in an instant, and punched it straight.

"Boom!"

A black shadow flashed in front of Zhuang Quan, and Ye Wusha appeared and blocked the punch with a scimitar. He grinned and said, "You and I haven't divided the outcome yet, so will you just transfer your love?"

"Damn it!" Mo Ting's fist shook, suppressing Ye Wusha, and shouted: "Yang Qingxuan!"

Without waiting for him to speak, Yang Qingxuan had already moved.

The long river of time flowed slightly, and countless gears stuck in an instant.

Yang Qingxuan appeared behind Zhuang Quan at an uncapable speed, his five fingers turned into black dragon claws, directly pierced his vest, and inserted it!

"Bang!" Zhuang Quan's vest was broken by the dragon's claws, and his heart shattered in an instant, and Yang Qingxuan's dragon arm penetrated and protruded from his chest.

At this moment, the audience was silent for an instant, and they all watched in a daze.

"Dead, dead?" This question is in everyone's mind.

"Not good!" Yang Qingxuan suddenly exclaimed, and a breath of death fell inexplicably, he hurriedly drew out the dragon claws, but Zhuang Quan's chest healed quickly, and he actually jammed his arm.

"Haha, naive, this body was originally borrowed temporarily, and its integrity has no effect on me. Have you forgotten what it looked like when I got this body?" Zhuang Quan sneered at the corner of his mouth with a black knife in his hand. With the sound of "dang", he lifted it up from the ground and slashed directly behind him!

"laugh!"

The knife shadow flickered in the air and cut directly from Yang Qingxuan, splitting it in half!

"What?!" Everyone was horrified, and their hearts sank to the bottom in an instant. If Yang Qingxuan died and Mo Ting was suppressed again, they would be completely dead!