Everyone in the main hall couldn't believe that in addition to Yin Qianjun's slight upper hand in the first confrontation, the next development surprised everyone. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Unexpected Yin Qianjun's embarrassment, unexpected Lin Wushuang's toughness.

Is Yin Qianjun, who is so embarrassed, still like the graceful white-clothed boy in White Emperor City?

After Yin Qianjun stabilized his injury, he slowly stood up, his eyes stared at Lin Wushuang like a blade, and his expression showed a gloomy and angry expression, but he didn't expect that facing a little ghost who was only sixteen or seventeen years old at the peak of the spirit general realm actually made him about to capsize in the gutter.

However, Yin Qianjun was a figure on the hidden emperor list, and the anger in his heart was quickly suppressed by him, he looked at Lin Wushuang with a cold expression, and slowly took out a pair of black fists from the empty ring, and the fist gloves faintly flashed with red light.

Yin Qianjun, who was wearing boxing gloves, Lin Wushuang's eyes narrowed, and his powerful soul power made him feel that his danger had far surpassed that of Luo Ziqi.

"Is it a high-grade treasure... 〞

When Yin Qianjun put on his fist gloves with both hands, the temperature on the entire high platform made people feel unusually cold, and an indescribable sense of oppression spread throughout the high platform.

Xie Xiaofeng, who is also the fourth prince of White Emperor City, after seeing Yin Qianjun's boxing gloves, said secretly: "The power demon fist gloves, have you finally used it... Even if Luo Ziqi is not dead, the ranking of the four princes of White Emperor City will be changed. 〞

Xie Xiaofeng and Yin Qianjun's family are world friends, so the two have a deep friendship in private, so he knows Yin Qianjun's hole cards and strength very well, in fact, he has never been weaker than Luo Ziqi, but he knows how to restrain the edge, and the power demon fist worn by Yin Qianjun is one of the few high-grade treasures of the Yin family, and the biggest feature is that it allows users to increase their strength by 20,000 catties.

In other words, Yin Qianjun, who is now wearing the power demon fist, has a full strength of 200,000 catties, which is comparable to the body refining martial artist of the mid-level realm of the Spirit Sect.

"No matter how evil this kid of the Lin family is, it's time to end it... Xie Xiaofeng secretly thought to himself in his heart, it was rare for the Lin family to have such a kendo genius, but unfortunately he was about to die.

With the Xuan-level high-grade Power Demon Fist, coupled with the strength that was not weaker than the mid-level realm of the Spirit Sect, Yin Qianjun's combat power rose sharply.

Yin Qianjun stretched his body, adapting to the strength that had skyrocketed to 200,000 catties, although his whole body was scarred, it added a fierce color, and he paced the ground fiercely, like a cannonball rushing towards Lin Wushuang, and then swung out no fancy only pure spiritual power and simple power.

Throughout the process, explosions in the air continued to sound, a simple and violent punch.

Bang!

Lin Wushuang couldn't dodge, raised his sword to resist, and smashed his fist into the Ziyuan sword, the sword body bent into a large bow shape, and made a mournful sound.

This time, it was Lin Wushuang's turn to hit the high platform protective spirit net, and a mouthful of blood immediately spurted out.

"Hmm... That sword is just a mid-grade Xuan-level, and it bears my strength of 200,000 catties, how can it continue. Yin Qianjun was very confident that the punch he had just made didn't shatter the sword in Lin Wu's hands.

Lin Wushuang, who supported his body with his sword, felt his own condition, most of that punch was borne by the Ziyuan Sword, but he still suffered a lot of damage, and the strength of 200,000 catties was really very small.

Lin Wushuang waved the Ziyuan Sword in his hand, and secretly said in his heart: "It is really worthy of the divine sword inherited by the master, although it is only a Xuan-level mid-grade treasure, but its hardness is not inferior to any Xuan-level high-grade treasure. 〞

Looking at Lin Wushuang, who spurted out a large amount of blood, Lin Jingzhi's whole heart was pinched together, hating and worrying.

hated that her strength was not strong enough, and was worried that Lin Wushuang would be strong in order to help her snatch the dragon power grass.

Ouyang Qing looked at Lin Wushuang and also restrained his usual smile, thinking in his heart, next Lin Wushuang still has hole cards or shows the sword intent of the military realm, and can the sword intent of the military realm compete with the 200,000 jin of strength...

With the help of the Power Demon Fist, it is not only Yin Qianjun's strength that is improved, but also attack power and explosive power, and every move and style is full of terrifying power.

Lin Wushuang's eyes flickered, and he once again swung out the sword of the time difference in Heavenly Prison, piercing through the void one after another and slashing towards Yin Qianjun, and then stepped on the sword step ghostly following behind the sword light.

However, in the face of the sword move that he had just felt embarrassed, Yin Qianjun's face was expressionless, and his fists blasted out the first form of the Seven Absolute Demon Fists at the same time, piercing the clouds with one punch, and the flying sword light burst instantly, and there was even residual energy to hit Lin Wushuang who was trying to attack and kill.

Dangdang!

Blocking the residual strength of a punch piercing the clouds, his eyes narrowed slightly, and Lin Wushuang secretly said in his heart: "Sure enough, it has become a lot stronger, and the increase of Xuan-level high-grade products is really extraordinary." 〞

"If you don't have any hole cards anymore... Then prepare to die!"

Yin Qianjun's fists slowly tightened, and he walked towards Lin Wushuang step by step, looking at Lin Wushuang's eyes, as if he was looking at a dead man.

Yin Qianjun's hands quickly sealed, and suddenly a huge amount of spiritual power roared out from his body like a flood, and a steady stream of infusion power demon fists flowed out.

Looking at the trace of blood on the magic fist, the breath made Lin Wushuang feel a slight tingling, his expression was solemn, and he felt an extremely dangerous taste.

Yin Qianjun completely locked Lin Wushuang's surrounding qi, and a cold-blooded smile lifted on the corner of his mouth.

"The second form of the Demon Fist Seven Uniques is straight and straight. 〞

The seal method in his hand flipped quickly, and he saw Yin Qianjun take half a step back, his body was like a bow, his elbow retreated slightly, and then he punched out.

That punch, it seemed that the speed was slow, and it was deep in the quagmire, and everywhere it went, the vacuum exploded, and one punch light ran in a straight line, and two fist lights rotated around the straight line fist light, and the three punch lights were no longer simply one plus one plus one equal to the power of three.

"I can't help it... Infinite armor, liberation. 〞

At the last moment, the spiritual power armor outside Lin Wushuang's body thickened by a few inches, like a water crystal, and inside Lin Wushuang's deep plugged purple robe, a simple and mysterious armor showed a mysterious outline, and the spiritual power armor appeared one after another mysterious runes, these runes pulled each other, and then rotated around Lin Wushuang.

Then Lin Wushuang fired a series of killing moves, because he knew that a single Sword Proud Heavenly Prison could only block one fist light at most, so he tried to swing countless Sword Proud Heavenly Prison to resist the Demon Fist Seven Absolute Second Form, even if each Sword Proud Heavenly Prison only had three percent of the original power.

Puffy puffy puffy!

The Demon Fist Seven Absolute Three Fist Lights encountered countless sword pride heavenly prisons, and after a moment's pause, they continued to rush towards Lin Wushuang like a bamboo, but the power was only about sixty percent of the beginning.

The infinite armor covered with runes slammed into three fist rays and sunken down, with spiderweb-like cracks on the edges, like glass about to shatter.

After a few breaths, the smoke dissipated, and a figure, holding a sword, stood proudly, Lin Wushuang relied on the Wuji armor to support it, with blood on the corners of his mouth, but the defense ability of the Wuji armor was much better than he imagined.

"Damn, this kid actually has a low-grade defensive treasure at the ground level. Yin Qianjun had a secret hatred in his heart, and there was a feeling that the situation was out of control again.

Ouyang Qing and Lin Jingzhi exclaimed at the same time, what they got were all Xuan-level high-grade treasures, but they didn't expect Lin Wushuang to get ground-level low-grade treasures in the treasures, or defensive armor.

Everyone present was extremely surprised, how a kid at the peak of the spirit realm, the hole cards would be so endless, and there would never be a way to know where the bottom line was.

Wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth with his hand, and running the Heavenly Sword Technique, the Shura Sword Intent slowly rose from his body, and the gray and golden deep aura continued to surge behind him, Lin Wushuang looked at Yin Qianjun with a cold expression, and said indifferently: "Back to the starting point, the next sword will solve this battle." 〞

"I'm not ashamed to say it, it's just a fool's dream, it's me who wants to solve you with one punch, see if it's my fist hard, or your armor is strong in defense. At this point in the battle, Yin Qianjun had no way to retreat, his eyes flickered coldly, and as soon as the seal law changed, his spiritual power skyrocketed, trying to completely get rid of the uneasiness in his heart.

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