Supreme Pill Saint

The ancient dust sword will almost burst, and the black will be extinguished to the point of covering a thousand miles of void.

The whole body, all the empty turbulence, empty boulders are annihilating, layer upon layer annihilation, a chaotic atmosphere.

Shua!

Sword out.

A sword falls, just like the light of the God thunder, ethereal, simple, intoxicated, wandang, gorgeous

A sword is like splitting chaos.

Ultimate firmness.

The ultimate edge.

The ultimate rage.

When one sword comes out, the whole void seems to be fixed. All sounds are quiet, only one sword.

Yang Qi's calm, quiet and indifferent face finally changed and became shocked and surprised

He didn't expect that Su Chen would burst out, so terrible!

He thinks he knows something about Su Chen, because after he entered Shenwu continent from Su Chen, he paid attention to it all the way. He knew that Su Chen could fight dozens of small realms, and also knew that Su Chen had many base cards.

But even so, his assessment of Su Chen's strength, that is, the combat effectiveness at the peak of the fourth level of Yongsheng dominating the environment, is very difficult at the beginning of the fifth level of pingyongsheng dominating the environment.

And he, Yang Qi, is the real immortal master of the seven levels.

The gap between the two layers is enough to make him die like an ant.

However.

He is wrong.

It's normal that he didn't add the power of Jiuyou into the estimation of Su Chen's combat effectiveness, because after entering the Shenwu continent, Su Chen seldom borrowed the power of Jiuyou. Moreover, even if he borrowed it, it's hard to define it. It's like swallowing a pill that can improve his combat effectiveness.

Yang took a deep breath, where dare to have a little carelessness, his hands out abruptly.

Seemingly simple extension, but in fact, it contains the most terrible power.

When the hands are out, each of them will curl up.

In a moment, the empty forces around him were all evacuated, just like they were evacuated by a pump, which became a vacuum, while those evacuated empty forces were respectively rotated on Yang Qi's left and right hands, forming two energy balls, which were gray and white, giving people a kind of dizzy and oppressive taste,

and then.

Yang Qi combines his hands.

Those two gray and white energy balls suddenly close!!!

The twinkling of closure.

Boom

Blast!

Burst!

It's like two stars colliding together.

The terrible explosive force was so fierce that it broke the heart.

The violence was the size of a fist and rushed towards the sword of Su Chen.

"Hum!" But at this time, Su Chen seemed to have expected. He snorted coldly, and the darkness died out directly.

The skeleton is dark and fierce, just like the devil's mouth is open, and the black light beam is rippling, leaving in a flash without time interval.

Hiss!

The dark extinction beam is directly on the explosive force of Yang Qi's energy ball.

Just contacted.

First is the general silence of silence.

Then.

It's fusion, it's melting, it's piercing.

"No!" Yang Qi's face changed again. At the moment, his move to block Su Chen's sword was blocked by Su Chen's darkness. The sword had not been damaged at all and had come.

However, Yang Qi is an old monster who has lived for millions of years.

Still have enough combat experience and enough treasure.

Although he was distressed, he was still moved. He took out a bell, a bloody bell, which was only the size of a fist, just like a bloody agate, dripping blood scarlet.

After the bell appeared, Yang Qi silently recited the formula of sacrificial practice.

The blood color of the bell is not as good as the blood color of the ripples. The blood color is in a condensed state, like the swamp mud, and the ripples are filled, forming a bell shaped protective cover to cover Yang Qi.

That's the moment.

Sword, here we are.

Hiss!!!

The sword is in contact with its bloody shield.

The first is the shaking of the shield.

It's shaking like a big earthquake.

At the same time of shaking, the color of the protective cover of blood color is fading rapidly.

Obviously, when the shield shakes to pieces, when the blood color becomes colorless, all the defenses are gone.

Yang Qi's face was completely gloomy and dignified.

Su Chen's strength is more than ten times stronger than he imagined?

He clearly felt that the protective cover was about to break, and even there was a crack on the bloody bell, which was a life weapon!

How fierce is Su Chen's sword?

Where dare you have a little hesitation? When you are still a little defensive by the protective cover, Yang Qi's body shape flashes and he dodges sideways."Can you hide?!" But Su Chen grins. The smile is madness and madness.

The ancient dust sword in his hand, like it's not deadly, move! Move!! Move!!! Move again!!!!

One sword after another.

It seems that such a sword is very, very simple.

What's more terrifying is that every sword of Su Chen is not only less powerful, but stronger.

Yang Qi, as a super strong man who dominates the seven layers of the territory forever, can't do anything even to hide or escape. He is completely beaten by Su Chen.

I can't see a glimmer of hope.

This is Su Chen's way of fighting. If you don't play a long-term war, it's explosive! Big bang! Again! Use all your strength in one time and roll it! All in one go, kill the madman Yang Qi's body method is like a falling star, and the horrible body method is drenched. Unfortunately, he still can't get rid of the endless and dense sword rain.

Yang Qi is forced to be helpless. He can only throw out one treasure after another. Which one of these treasures is not the best treasure against heaven? Which one didn't he spend a lot of time and energy to get it?

But now, the role of these babies is meat pad.

Every baby may resist a sword, and then it will break.

"Su Chen, I don't believe that you can keep such a fighting power all the time!" Yang beggars are going crazy. His face twitches, his face is gray and he roars ferociously.

What's quiet, what's indifferent, what's calm, what's ancient well.

It's all fake.

At this moment, to face death, tear face, he is also roaring, roaring, resentment.

"Old man, you don't believe much!" Su Chen's smile is more crazy and cruel.

"Blood, flesh, viscera, melt for me!!!" Su Chen is really fighting. He roars. He's so crazy that he can't believe it.

Yang Qi's strength is too strong. Although he is fighting against the old thing now, once he doesn't kill the old thing, the next thing is to die by himself.

What's more, the old man looks extremely embarrassed at the moment, but in fact, he has some self-protection power.

And Su Chen, who looks fierce, has a time limit to borrow the power of Jiuyou. Moreover, the time limit will soon come.

It's conceivable how anxious Su Chen is.

So, he can only spell.

It's not going to kill.

Not afraid of pain, not afraid of death.

One of the craziest moves Su Chen can use now is to mix his blood, flesh and viscera. This move can directly drain him, leaving only the Shenfu, not even the skeleton shelf.

Such a way of fighting is suicide.

It's even more cruel than self explosion.

If it explodes, it's a flash.

But this kind of draining all of their own into the move is a continuous suffering of dozens of breaths.

It means using oneself as fuel, burning oneself and turning it into attack power.

It blooms for a short time.

For other martial arts practitioners, this move is taboo and suicide.

For Su Chen, of course not. He owns the Shenfu, but he never dies.

But it also has to pay a huge price.

First, time.

Second, pain.

Third, grow the treasure of the body again.

And so on these are all tremendous efforts.

What's more, once there's a little bit of a slip, it's irreversible and you have to take a huge risk.

But Su Chen is here!

There's an idea in his heart, kill! Kill!! Kill!!!

The speed of ancient dust sword is faster and faster, and the strength it bears is more and more ferocious.

When Su Chen burns his body, the attack power of the ancient dust sword is several times more ferocious than before.

"Grass!" At last, Yang Qi was afraid, because he could not support some of them, his life tools were almost gone, the pills and other treasures were also used up, and he was more or less injured.

In this case, Su Chen not only did not reduce the attack, but also became several times stronger.

His situation, is really half foot into the spring.

"Su Chen, it's no use killing me. What I said is the truth. Your so-called pride, pride and self-esteem are ridiculous. No one can stop the destruction of Shenwu land. It's useless for you to struggle any more. You can't change this fact even if you kill me!"

Yang Qi's voice is getting louder and louder, more and more irascible, and his breath is getting more and more disordered. He really can't support it.

He really felt the approach of death.

This is what he never thought before.

Who is not afraid of death?

Especially Yang Qi, an old monster who has lived for millions of years and has a high status.If he was not afraid of death, he would not surrender to the emperor's family and become a dog of the emperor's family.

"Well, you are right. But I want to kill you. "

Su Chen's body has begun to shrivel, and his breath has begun to wither. It seems that he wants to become a skeleton in human skin.

But the ancient dust sword in his hand, not only did not reduce the offensive, but also became more and more frightening, almost detached from the feeling of the sword and waved for thousands of times.

After a breath.

"No!!!" Yang begged.

Poof

A little sword, from the center of his brow suddenly disappeared.

Next.

Bang!

His whole body is like a bomb.

The spirit also exploded.

There is no burial place for death.

Su Chen, on the other hand, stopped suddenly at the moment when Yang Qi died.

All over the body, there was only a layer of skin, a skeleton and the God's house.

All flesh and blood, viscera and so on, were burned.

"I hope we can make it through this time." Su Chen said weakly, "Jiuyou, have you planted the spirit mark on Hongying?"