What shocked Wu Zhonghai the most was that when this fingering was pointed out, it enveloped all the points around him, as if no matter how he dodged, it was impossible to avoid the attack of this finger!

"What kind of fingering is this? It's so horrible!"

Wu Zhonghai was horrified, just now Yang Qingxuan struck out the Wuyang Yaokong with a sword, he originally thought that it was the strongest means of the other party, but he didn't expect that there was a stronger one!

He instantly understood why the other party was only in the early stage of Lingwu, but he was capable of being the captain. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Junior, don't underestimate me! In the early stage of Lingwu, you can only be garbage forever, no matter how strong your martial arts are, it is impossible to cross the gap in the realm!"

Wu Zhonghai roared, his eyes erupted with infinite anger, and seven soul lights bloomed from his body, overlapping behind him, like a rainbow hanging in the sky.

"I am a top-grade martial soul of the seven soul lights, and I have to be presumptuous in front of me!"

The seven soul lights were one, all of them merged into his body, and a strange color immediately appeared on his body, as if he was wearing a neon robe.

"Martial Soul - Red Smoke Haze!"

The burnt fist was filled with aura at once, and there was a layer of white mangs like mist and smoke, hitting Yang Qingxuan's sentence finger!

"Boom!"

The fists and fingers collided, the energy on the fingertips shattered, the soul light on the fists was in a trance, and the white smoke seemed to have been cut off in half and became extremely thin.

Wu Zhonghai grinned and said with a cruel smile: "My martial soul, Chi Yanxia, is a comprehensive martial soul, which can be attacked and defended, tangible and invisible, all in one thought. How can it be compared to your trash broken sword of soul light?hahaha!"

Yang Qingxuan raised his eyes, his bright eyes became sparse, he pressed his fingers forward again, and said casually: "Really?"

The energy on the fingertips completely collapsed, and the white smoke on Wu Zhonghai's fist was also punctured, and the hands of the two directly touched together!

Wu Zhonghai's pupils shrank, and he laughed hideously: "Haha, stupid! The fist is specialized in breaking fingering, and if you try your best to suppress it, you can only be completely blown up by my fist!"

"Ahh

Wu Zhonghai laughed wildly, not caring about his red smoke being broken, and pressing his fist violently!

At the moment when the fingers touched the tip of the fist, the bone explosion sound "Kala" sounded one after another.

Wu Zhonghai's frantic screams stopped abruptly, his face turned from wild laughter to sluggishness, then to consternation, then to horror, and finally to panic and distortion!

This series of expression changes, with the exploding fist, was completed in an instant!

"Boom!"

"Ahh

With a loud bang, the two of them each shook back, and the air shook with the air wave and soul light, followed by Wu Zhonghai's screams, piercing the sky!

Several people around widened their eyes in shock, watching Wu Zhonghai's fist dry up and become like a sponge, and then the entire fist burst out with blood.

Wu Zhonghai groaned in pain, and his entire arm trembled violently.

The bones of his fist were shattered, and large pieces of blood dripped down his fist, and large beads of sweat rolled down his pale face.

The moment the two of them touched their hands just now, they originally thought that they could easily smash Yang Qingxuan's finger bones, but they never dreamed that those fingers were on the fist bones, as if a mountain peak was pressed down, and it was like a giant dragon colliding, a giant elephant trampling on it, and the fist collapsed in an instant!

"That's not true vitality, that's power, pure power, or that's 'strength'!"

Wu Zhonghai's heart trembled, "What the hell is going on, how can he have such a powerful 'strength' in his hand, so big that it shatters my fist bones!"

"How is it possible, you are just a garbage martial soul of soul light in the early stage of Lingwu, how can you have such terrifying power!"

Wu Zhonghai was sweating profusely, panting, and his eyes showed resentment.

Yang Qingxuan's left hand shrunk into his sleeve robe, and Wu Zhonghai's red smoke also hit his fingers hard, swollen like a dough stick, trembling slightly in the robe.

Performing Xuan-level martial arts twice in a row is also a great burden on the body.

Yang Qingxuan's face was pale, but he still said calmly: "The reason is very simple, because you are not even as good as garbage!"

Several people around felt cold.

Although Meng Rui and the others expected that Yang Qingxuan would not suffer, they never dreamed that Wu Zhonghai would be severely injured in an instant.

If defeating Zhao Sihan involves great resourcefulness and luck, then what about Wu Zhonghai at this moment, Wu Zhonghai is a well-known master in the outer courtyard for a long time in the middle stage of Lingwu!

Meng Rui was the first to react and shouted: "It seems that these students have collected a lot of spirit ore rough stones, we should ask them for advice and borrow them." ”

With that, he slashed at a student on his side with a broken blade.

Liu Cheng and Yue Qiang also understood instantly, and they shouted and shot one after another, and the soul light bloomed from their bodies, domineering.

Meng Rui was originally a cultivator in the middle stage of Lingwu, coupled with the abnormally sharp edge of the broken blade, and it was a sudden attack, where could that student bear it, in a hurry, a stream of blood was cut out in an instant, and he was knocked out.

Then the knife flashed and struck the other student.

The rust on the broken blade had long since been removed, and at this moment, the cold light was scorching, and a force shot out of the knife.

The student shouted, "Yuanqi!"

In a panic, he hurriedly cast his martial spirit, and a strange bull head appeared in front of him.

"Bang!"

The bull's head was immediately cut off by the broken blade, and the knife qi went up with the momentum, slashing the student out, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Meng Rui injured two people in a row, and seeing that Liu Cheng and Yue Qiang also had the upper hand, he continued to chase and slash the student with a knife.

Wu Zhonghai felt a chill in his heart, seeing that he couldn't suppress Yang Qingxuan, and wanted his companions to help, who knew that the four companions were instantly suppressed by the other three people.

He was in a hurry, if his companion hung up, when Yang Qingxuan's companion joined forces again, he would be unable to fly.

"Impossible! Our target is in the top ten, how can we lose here!"

Wu Zhonghai roared angrily, completely ignoring the injury on his right arm, his left hand clenched into a fist, and the soul light condensed on the fist, turning into a colorful light.

"I'll admit, I've always underestimated you. But now, I'll treat you as the strongest enemy I've ever had, and I'll take my best move!"

The left hand was raised, and above the fist, seven rays of light condensed and turned into a rune.

A terrifying force, centered on the rune, suddenly unfolded.

Yang Qingxuan's heart froze, and he immediately felt the power of that power, and he didn't dare to be careless, he also raised his right hand, and the move of the five yangs turned into a palm!

"It seems that the trick just now is not enough, so let's do it again!"

"Five Yang Yaokong!"

The five clusters of scorching sun true qi suddenly soared, turning into the appearance of five heads, flying down from all directions, enveloping all directions!