Yang Wan'er raised her hand to her chest and pressed it down.

A fluffy, rough-looking, but incomparably huge palm suddenly fell from the storm that condensed in mid-air.

With the aura of rage and destruction, it fell from the top of Zhang Qingyang's head in an instant.

As soon as the giant palm as big as a mountain appeared, the three sword slaves were stunned by this scene.

"Boom!" The earth shook and the mountains shook, and the place where Zhang Qingyang was standing was slapped into a flat ground by the palm that fell from the sky. Kilometers of space are photographed in powder, regardless of trees and rocks.

Yang Xuan'er coughed twice, spurted out some blood foam, and said proudly: "Look at you are still arrogant!

The sword slave's eyes were full of shock, and he looked left and right at the fist slave and the vajra slave, with the same dull expression. The knife slave swallowed his saliva and said, "Little, Miss is so powerful!"

The fist slave's heart was broken, and the fist realm he pursued seemed worthless in the face of this kind of palm technique beyond the perception of strength.

Vajanonu's face was expressionless, and his eyes were straight. Although he has followed Yang Xuan'er and seen many kinds of extraordinary powers, his own steel and iron bones are a kind of extraordinary power in themselves. But those extraordinary powers were within his cognition, but the mountain giant palm was clearly beyond his cognition of power.

Dao Nu said: "No wonder Miss often says that I don't know anything about power. ”

Several people nodded slowly, and King Kong Nu said: "Isn't this kind of giant palm usually found in heroic biographies and wild history novels?

Several people only felt dry mouth for a while.

Yang Wan'er suddenly sighed, why didn't the rat god palm disappear.

"Boom!" the ground shook violently.

The huge palm slowly lifted upwards.

"How...... What's going on!" Yang Xuan'er's face changed greatly, and the hand that controlled the giant palm of the mountain pressed down hard.

No matter how hard Yang Wan'er tried, the mountain giant palm was still rising steadily little by little.

Soon, Zhang Qingyang, who was holding the giant palm of the mountain with both hands, appeared in the sight of several people.

Zhang Qingyang seemed to be wallowing in blood and mud, and the muscles of his arms holding the giant palms were raised, like giant pythons wrapped around his arms. Zhang Qingyang's eyes were red, and his eyes were shocked.

Zhang Qingyang held the giant palm with both hands, and walked out of the deep pit made by the giant palm little by little.

Yang Wan'er said sharply: "Go kill him!"

The three sword slaves glanced at each other, hesitated and did not rush over immediately. Although the giant palm of the mountain was not really the size of a mountain, it also covered an area of a thousand meters. really shot and killed Zhang Qingyang, no one supported the giant palm, once it fell, who of the three could hold it?

In other words, killing Zhang Qingyang is exchanging life for life.

"Kill him!" Yang Xuan'er said angrily, "I will take back the Rat God Palm in time." ”

Under the prestige, the three of them had to rush forward.

Zhang Qingyang glanced at the approaching three people, although the two arms needed to support the mountain giant palm, but there were two tails behind him that were not inferior to the arms that could be used.

As soon as the three of them rushed in front of Zhang Qingyang, they were whipped out by the two tails with lightning speed before they could make a move.

"Rubbish!" Yang Xuan'er looked at the three of them and scolded hatefully.

Yang Wan'er spurted out another mouthful of blood, and the palm that was wrestling with Zhang Qingyang slowly began to close.

The mountain giant palm also began to close, and the movement was very slow, but Zhang Qingyang was pressed by the mountain giant palm and couldn't dodge, so he could only watch the mountain giant palm gradually hold himself in the palm of his hand.

The giant palm of the mountain gradually held Zhang Qingyang in the palm of his hand, and Zhang Qingyang stretched out his arms to both sides, trying to prevent his palms from closing.

The green tendons on Yang Wan'er's delicate face burst out, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down the green tendons. Yang Wan'er, who seemed to have the chance to win, didn't even dare to blink her eyes, and closed her palms with difficulty.

This rat god palm is very evil, like an amplifier, magnifying Yang Xuan'er's power dozens of times. Even after Zhang Qingyang evolved into a Daze-level Titan Cat merger, his strength has far surpassed Yang Xuan'er. But in the face of the Rat God Palm, there is not much power to resist.

Seeing that it wouldn't be long before the mountain giant palm would pinch him like a bedbug, Zhang Qingyang was still unwilling to give up, and tried to mobilize all his strength to block the mountain giant palm from closing.

He was gambling, betting that Yang Wan'er would exhaust his physical strength first. It is impossible to exert such a terrifying power without a price. You can see that the palm of her hand raised in front of her chest is becoming thin.

Yang Xuan'er sacrificed her own flesh and blood to the Rat God in exchange for the powerful Rat God Palm, and the longer she casts it, the more qi and blood will be consumed. In Zhang Qingyang's confrontation, the qi and blood in Yang Xuan'er's body were consumed even more quickly, and even the flesh and blood were sucked away. After the merger, the strong and full body is rapidly transforming towards "shape and bones".

Yang Wan'er said: "Fat girl, fat girl, if you don't die, hurry up and get me the Qi and Blood Pill." ”

"Miss, Miss, I'm coming. The knife slave didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and immediately came to Yang Xuan'er's side with a limp and a bloody face. Take out a Qi and Blood Pill and hand it to her.

Yang Wan'er threw it into her mouth without hesitation, with the replenishment of qi and blood, her spirit was suddenly lifted, and the speed at which the giant palms of the mountains closed suddenly became two points faster.

Zhang Qingyang's heart was dark, but he still refused to give up, and the bones of his whole body made a "crunch, crunch" sound under the terrible pressure.

"One more!" Yang Wan'er said to the sword slave.

The sword slave handed over another Qi and Blood Pill.

Yang Wan'er looked at Zhang Qingyang and admired it a little in her heart, no matter what kind of strong enemy she encountered before, when the huge palms of the mountains were pressed down, they all stood up into powder, and she didn't feel much consumption at all. But Zhang Qingyang simply dragged this one-move killing move into a war of attrition.

And the consumption of the Rat God Palm was too great in the long-term urging, and a Qi and Blood Pill could not last long at all, and it was completely sucked by the Rat God Palm.

After a while, Yang Wan'er had already eaten four Qi and Blood Pills.

Seeing her eat the Qi and Blood Pill like jelly beans, Zhang Qingyang gradually despaired. The giant palm was already halfway closed, and Zhang Qingyang felt that he might be pinched and exploded at any time.

"There is no other way, only one last option remains. ”

"As long as you don't die, you have a chance. Even if you hold on for one more second, there may be a turnaround. ”

"You can't fall into the last shred of darkness before dawn. ”

Zhang Qingyang looked at Yang Wan'er with difficulty, it was really worthy of the Qi and Blood Pill, and after a few lower stomachs, her thin body became round as if it was inflated.

However, qi and blood can be restored, but mental fatigue and physical pressure are not so easy to recover.

In other words, she just seems to be recovering well, but in fact she is under the same pressure as herself to be pinched at any time.

Zhang Qingyang smiled and made a choice!