At this time, Yi Wuya's fighting spirit was high, and he wanted to fight.

Even if it is an enemy, he does not bother to attack the opponent when the opponent is not fully prepared.

On the other side, the blonde man at the head, Michael, still looked at the Lord of the Secret Realm.

"You're no match for me!"

He spoke lightly, not even looking at Yi Wuya.

It was a kind of contempt that looked at nothing.

It was as if the Holy Son of the Nine Heavens Palace standing in front of him was just a weak ant.

Even if he crushed it casually, he was not interested.

This arrogant posture will completely provoke Yi Wuya.

Even if he was arrogant and domineering like Lin Yu at the beginning, he had never ignored himself so much.

"Don't talk nonsense, look at how capable you are of the yellow-haired monster. ”

The moment he exhaled, Yi Wuya's two palms poked out like lightning.

Under the gaze of everyone, the fleshy palms turned into the color of autumn water jade.

The glass is transparent, and the cold light is forested.

Natural, cut gold and jade.

These hands are comparable to divine weapons.

The moment the palm was released, the air suddenly froze, and there was no sound.

My law is born, and ten thousand laws are extinguished.

I am the right way, and I am the one who destroys evil spirits.

I saw Yi Wuya's body moving with his heart, riding the wind freely.

It was as if breaking the shackles of space, and the palms burst into the air.

Compared with the previous fight with Lin Yu, his offensive has become more and more aggressive.

When the palm is released, it can cut through the void.

Haoran righteousness runs through the sky.

At this moment, Michael did not dodge or dodge, and threw a light punch.

The fist is covered with a layer of holy radiance.

The power contained in it has not leaked out at all.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and Yi Wuya's color changed in shock.

Mysterious power surging from the palm of your hand.

Click......

The bones of both arms were broken in an instant.

The trend of fist strength is unabated, and it is more ferocious.

At the moment when there was no room for it, a palm swept from behind Yi Wuya.

Rumble!

The palm of the hand held the fist lightly.

Looking at Yi Wuya again, his body flew out upside down, and his arms twisted into a strange angle.

On his forehead, cold sweat was dripping with pain.

Click......

The fist strength remaining in his arms continued to erode, breaking his bones inch by inch.

Poof!

Yi Wuya fell to the ground firmly, and his two arms hung limply as if they had been stripped of bones.

At this time, everyone had no time to check on Yi Wuya's injuries.

Countless eyes were all focused on the owner of that palm.

The Holy Lord of the Nine Heavens Palace looked as usual, and held Michael's fist with one palm.

It seems that the clouds are light and the wind is light.

But in fact, there is qi and blood floating in the body.

"If you are at your peak, you can fight with me, but unfortunately your serious injuries have not healed, and you have little strength left, what can you do to stop me!"

Michael chuckled softly, his deep gaze as if he had seen through the truth.

His shoulders shook slightly, and the power accumulated in his body gushed out like volcanic magma.

In an instant, the face of the Holy Lord of the Nine Heavens Palace turned iron-blue.

Immediately, it turned from cyan to red.

Whew......

He couldn't stop the decline, and his feet involuntarily retreated six or seven steps in a row.

The face was red, pale and bloodless in an instant.

At the corner of his mouth, a trace of red blood oozed out.

If he is in a state of total victory, he is confident enough to fight this blonde man.

It's a pity that he was almost killed by Lin Yu in the secret territory of the Huangfu family before.

Although he relied on the ancestor to take action, he eliminated the yin and yang qi creation insects in his body.

But the injuries of one body have not healed until now.

The only remaining strength is not even a percent, how to compete with the opponent.

Seeing this scene, the children of the Nine Secret Realms couldn't help but feel terrified.

You know, that's the Holy Lord of the Nine Heavens Palace.

Among the nine secret realms, he belongs to the top masters.

Except for the recognized number one powerhouse, the Huangfu of the Huangfu family, there is no one who can win steadily.

But even if he was as strong as the Holy Lord of the Nine Heavens Palace, he couldn't resist the opponent's punch.

The difference in strength between the two sides is really incredible.

At this moment, the Holy Lord of the Nine Heavens Palace has words of suffering.

If it weren't for the serious injuries that hadn't healed, he wouldn't have lost such a big face in front of everyone.

The dignified master of the secret realm was forced to retreat by a punch.

During the fight, due to the attack of old injuries, the blood gas floated up, and a wisp of blood oozed from the corner of the mouth.

This embarrassing appearance is really annoying.

Call......

The Holy Lord of the Nine Heavens Palace took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the qi and blood surging in his throat.

"The fierce demon outside the sky is really fierce!"

He raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said slowly.

Although he is now, his strength is only equivalent to about 10% of his heyday.

But even so, the strength shown by the other party is enough to shock.

"Now that this world has become the world of our god race, you indigenous warriors are the few remaining resistance forces, hehe, it's a pity that the rivers are declining, and they no longer have the strength of the ancients. ”

"In the original decisive battle, although you indigenous warriors were slightly inferior, they were also inseparable from our Protoss, and both sides were defeated, so you had time to survive. ”

"Look at it again today, hehe, it's really disappointing, the indigenous warriors of Yanhuang are no longer in the prosperous world they used to be, if you only have such a little strength, I'm afraid you won't be uprooted until the moment the road to the return of our Protoss opens. ”

Michael, the blonde man, said with his hands behind his back.

The words are clear, and each word seems to have a kind of thought-provoking magic.

"If you know the times, as long as you sincerely serve my gods as the lord and offer your pious faith, you can get the blessing of our gods and avoid the disaster of slaughter. ”

"The glory of God, faster and sharper than the sword, is the light of hope that saves lives, and the lost lambs who have no faith, whose sins can be washed away by blood alone. ”

These words are like the chanting of a pastor in a church.

The tone is melodious, and the voice is in the ears.

In the voice, there seems to be a wisp of invisible power, enough to deceive people's hearts.

Those disciples of the secret realm who had cultivated a little weaker, a look of confusion suddenly appeared in their eyes.

Their brows furrowed, as if they were thinking about something.

The more I pondered, the more I felt that what the blonde man said was reasonable.

At this moment, suddenly, there was a knocking sound in my ears.

I saw that the abbot of Fahua Temple, holding the wooden fish in one hand, twisted the mallet with the other hand, and gently knocked it.

Sincere...... Sincere...... Sincere......

The sound of the wooden fish tapping made everyone's minds suddenly clear.

All the previous confusions and entanglements have all disappeared.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, there is nothing in the world, and the mediocre people disturb themselves. ”

The presiding abbot smiled slightly and said a faint break.

When it comes to demagoguery and the means of attracting believers, Buddhism is not inferior in the face of any force.

"Old monk, speaking of which, the founder of your Buddha lineage was also a member of the divine race, but unfortunately in the end, he chose the wrong path, and actually abandoned the light and turned to the dark, and was in the company of these indigenous warriors. ”

"Don't forget, in the last decisive battle, the Buddha in your mouth died in the hands of the Yan and Huang warriors, the old monk does not repent at this time, when will he stay?"

After Michael succeeded in the first blow, instead of taking advantage of the victory, he began to sit down with the crowd and talk about it.

It's just that the hidden attack between words is more dangerous than a direct fight.

In just a few words, you can break the opponent's martial arts heart.

If the Dao heart is broken, the heart that has been painstakingly built up before will be rock-solid and untransferable.

For a warrior, this is almost as terrifying as going mad.

At this moment, the abbot of Fahua Temple removed the wooden fish in his hand and put his palms together.

His eyelids lowered slightly, and he said slowly: "The sea is tolerant of all rivers, I am Yanhuang Zen Buddhism, follow the customs of the countryside, and the eight divisions of Tianzhu Tantra have long been distinct, the same origin but not the same heart, has broken the shackles in the heart, broken the belief in the gods, and then to be liberated, not bound by things, and free from it." ”

Hearing this, Michael's eyes narrowed slowly.

In the gap between the eyes, a cold glow swept by.

"Since the old monk is obsessed, don't blame our Protoss for being ruthless in the future, just rely on you people, whose strength is not as good as your ancestors, what can you do to confront our Protoss. ”

"Soon, the path of the void will start again, and my god clan master will come again, you will descend even if you want to descend, and there will be no more chance!"

Since he couldn't break the other party's Dao heart with words, he simply didn't say more.

As the saying goes: If you can't conquer spiritually, you can only destroy the enemy's body.