The silver mist around him was a little thicker, and he quickly attached to the silver hammer, only to see a strange colorful light surging on the silver hammer, which was even more toxic, and its power increased sharply. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The silver mist rolled like a murderous dagger, and came with the silver hammer

Yang Qingxuan's face changed greatly, and he only felt that the power of the second yang was no longer able to carry the poisonous fist, and he suddenly pinched the trick with his left hand, and the third flame yang true qi in his body began to condense.

Since stepping into the Yellow Turban Lux, it is no longer a problem to condense the three rays of the Burning Yang True Qi.

It's just that in front of the public, he doesn't want to expose his strength. Low-key and hidden is the long-term solution.

But at this moment, he can't help it.

Under the operation of the third true qi, it was pressed towards the palm of the hand, and under the appearance of the second yang, the third flame yang slowly condensed.

"Three suns are chasing the sun!"

With the formation of the Three Yangs, Yang Qingxuan's palm was powerful, and once again the power of the Poison Hand Zun Fist was discharged, and there was a swishing sound in the air, and there was a faint momentum of counterattacking the past.

"What?

Zuo Jun exclaimed, and just when he was shocked, Yang Qingxuan slapped his palms, and the supreme yang and rigid qi broke through the ten thousand poisonous soul light and hit the giant hammer!

"Bang!"

The two forces struck each other, only to see a golden light scorching, discharging the silver poisonous mist. The giant hammer collapsed and fell into thousands of rains of light, which was fleeting.

At this moment, Yang Qingxuan's whole body was red, and his breath was hot. With one move, he immediately took advantage of the victory to pursue, and as soon as his body appeared, he cast an eagle to strike the sky and dig into Zuo Jun's eyes.

Zuo Jun only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he felt the fierce attack, and he trembled in fright, and hurriedly retreated behind him. But then Yang Qingxuan turned his claws into palms, and the two scorching suns instantly condensed in the palm of his palm.

"Eryang Huanxian"

With a "bang", it hit Zuo Jun's chest, and two supreme yang powers exploded in front of him, knocking him out.

"This ...... What ......!"

The audience was shocked, the difference in strength between the two was huge, and they originally thought it would be a one-sided situation, although it was still one-sided, but the object was completely reversed.

The other eight members of the two teams were still fighting desperately, and they never dreamed that the captain would instantly distinguish the winner and loser.

From Zuo Jun's high-profile shot to being slapped away by Yang Qingxuan, it was just a few breaths.

The three members of Zuo Jun's team were all shocked, how terrible the "Poisonous Hand Zun Fist" martial soul was, they all knew it clearly, and they really couldn't figure out how Yang Qingxuan broke it, not only broke the martial soul, but also turned defeat into victory.

With Zuo Jun's cultivation in the early stage of Lingwu, even if he doesn't use a martial soul, he should stabilize Yang Qingxuan.

He Yiding was anxious in his heart, and slammed Yue Qiang away, and was about to go to the rescue.

"Haha. Yue Qiang became ecstatic, his eyes flashed with coldness, and he shouted murderously: "Want to leave me?

The martial soul "chest armor" fused with the body, and Yue Qiang's arm was covered with a layer of golden armor of light, roaring and bombarding the past.

He Yiding's face changed greatly, and he couldn't take care of Zuo Jun anymore, and when the mace was blocked in front of him, he was hit away by the punch, and he took a few steps back to stabilize his body.

The other two are the same, under the suppression of Meng Rui and Liu Cheng, they have fallen into a difficult stalemate battle, and they can't separate at all.

Under the astonishment and sluggishness of the audience, Yang Qingxuan walked towards Zuo Jun step by step, and said indifferently: "Children are children, thinking that if you have a powerful martial spirit, you will win? ”

After Zuo Jun was knocked away by Eryang Huanxian, he spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell far to the ground.

Under the disordered breath, he only felt that the chest was extremely uncomfortable, and the Zhiyang True Qi was the nemesis of his martial soul, and all the meridians in his body were traumatized.

What made him even more unacceptable was that he, who had always prided himself as a genius, was actually defeated by a mere Qi Martial Realm under the watchful eye of everyone!

The mental blow is worse than the physical body!

"Yang Qingxuan, you are going to die today!"

He roared angrily, as if crazy, staring at Yang Qingxuan with resentful eyes, and suddenly laughed, "You are very good, you can force me to look like this, but you still can't save your fate!"

As his words fell, the momentum on his body rose sharply, and it was as sharp as a cut.

The dim light of the martial soul bloomed again, and a cloud of silver mist exploded around him, enveloping all around.

Yang Qingxuan's heart trembled, he had a bad feeling, his figure flashed suddenly, and he rushed straight up, the three suns on his palms rose, turned into a dazzling light, and struck first, shouting: "If you want to kill me, you go and die first!"

"Haha, it's you who went to die!"

Sanyang is day by day, reflecting the glory of the sun, but Zuo Jun laughed loudly, an originally delicate face, distorted and extremely ugly.

"I admit that I underestimated you before, now let you see my true strength!"

The momentum on his body was inexplicably shocked, and it erupted like a sea of mountains, and an extremely powerful and terrifying momentum suddenly appeared, and the overall strength was more than doubled in an instant!

"Lingwu mid-stage!"

One of the students suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my God, he actually hit the middle stage of Lingwu!"

Zuo Jun laughed wildly and said, "Haha, I don't know the height of the sky, forcing me to show my true strength, and dying today is enough to be proud!"

The poison around him suddenly condensed, turned into a grinding disc between Zuo Jun's hands, and then flew into the air, suddenly becoming larger, as if it could cover the sky and the sun!

"Poisonous Hand Fist - Heaven and Earth Great Mill!"

The millstone swirled, and the colored light on it diffused strangely, and it pressed down like a mountain.

Under that powerful momentum, the power of the three yangs was forced to shrink continuously, and there was a "boom" oppressive sound around the hot sun, and the situation was in crisis.

Yang Qingxuan's heart was shocked, and a huge sense of danger struck, this power was much stronger than that Zhen Xiuzhu!

In the battle in the mine that day, Zhen Xiuzhu was deceived by Yang Qingxuan and lost the opportunity. Subsequently, in the attack of the martial soul and ghost, the damage of the demonic qi was completely ineffective against Yang Qingxuan, which led to Zhen Xiuzhu's defeat.

And this Zuo Jun in front of him is different, his own cultivation is strong, coupled with this terrifying martial spirit, under the blow with all his strength, there is no possibility of tricks.

At stake of life and death, Yang Qingxuan was anxious, his eyes burst with essence, and he gritted his teeth and said secretly: "To block this move, it is not enough for the three yangs to go day by day, you must cast the fourth burning sun!"

Resolutely, regardless of the consequences, he made a decision immediately and activated the fourth Flame Yang True Qi!

Bit by bit, the scorching true qi runs in the meridians, like rain falling, flowing through the mountains and forests, and slowly condensing into a river.

Even if he stepped into the Yellow Turban Force, he was still very reluctant to exert the fourth Flame Yang True Qi, not only was the speed extremely slow, but it also made the meridians feel as painful as being cut.