[Chapter 1, Volume 1]

Chapter 492 Chapter 492 Kill!

The night was dark, an extremely manic demonic aura was raging towards the ancient city, the hurricane howled, like the ghost crying wolf, making people smell the pores terrifying, vaguely visible, in the depths of the desert, there were a pair of scarlet eyes blooming fiercely, and the huge body of the demonic energy was approaching somewhere with a hideous face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the ancient city, as the disciples of Huatianmen and the cultivators of the Desert Alliance fought, they were suddenly attracted by those cultivators who were still paying attention to the outside of the city, and the ancient city, which was originally desolate and defeated, appeared out of nowhere Nearly a hundred figures with a strong breath appeared, floating on the high platforms around them, their eyes flashing, and they were all staring at the two sides with a playful face.

"This kid, who has the advantage of that Baoding, but does not rush it, but kills into the crowd of the Desert Alliance, doesn't this give the crowd of others a chance to attack?"

"Who knows, maybe he is relying on his own ability!"

"Hehe, Hua Tianmen is one of the twelve major sects in Tiannan, if all of them fall here this time, it will be really a big interesting thing in Tiannan!"

As Han Yu broke through the vitality storm and slammed his palm towards Fang Xing, those nearby who were watching the battle had light eyes, and their eyes showed a posture of watching a play.

"This son, unlike that reckless person, I don't think this matter is so simple." The corners of Tang Jian's mouth lifted a strange arc, and he said lightly.

"Oh, why did Brother Tang say this?" The man in ink next to him asked.

"This son has an indifferent expression, his demeanor is orderly, and there is a strange light in his eyes, do you think he is doing it?" Tang Jian said lightly.

"This guy, could it be that he has planned it for a long time?"

The man in ink stared, and when his gaze fell on the battle circle in front of him, his pupils suddenly shrank, and a trace of surprise emerged.

Brush!

Just as the man with the scar was about to slash at Han Yu, Li Daishan and the others, who were waiting for the opportunity to move on the side, each locked on a cultivator of the Desert Alliance, and the blade in his palm danced, sending a fierce attack towards the latter, making those cultivators who were about to make a move had to wave their blades to meet the enemy.

However, just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief for this, Fang Xing's eyes, who were about to make a move, suddenly sank, and a trace of panic emerged in vain, his face stiffened, and he looked as if he had met a ghost, and even the vitality of the long knife in his hand stopped condensing.

"What's going on?" The man in ink was surprised, "Could it be a divine sense attack?" But this son doesn't seem to have reached the Divine Void Realm, and he can't hurt this Fang Xing unexpectedly with his divine sense! ”

"It's a little weird!" Tang Jian tightened his palms and his face was full of doubts, "If it is a divine sense attack, there should be a strong energy fluctuation, but in addition to that palm, there has never been any shocking fluctuations?" ”

"The palm?" The man in ink tilted his head and wondered.

"Really?"

Tang Jian was shocked and glanced at the ink-clothed man next to him, and in an instant, his gaze was tightly locked on the battlefield in front of him.

"Ahh

As soon as the gaze of the two fell, Fang Xing's pupils suddenly dilated, and he let out a frightened wail, and before everyone could come back to their senses, his aura began to dissipate.

"Dead!"

The man in ink and Tang Jian glanced at each other, couldn't help but gasp, and said, "That palm is too weird!" ”

"This son may have relied on this to dare to enter the crowd of the Desert Alliance." Tang Jian breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately, he looked towards the battlefield below with curiosity on his face, the surprise brought by this disciple of Huatianmen really stimulated the nerves of others.

Fang Xing's sudden anger was overwhelming, and the small forces watching the battle nearby were all confused, but when they saw the weird smile on the corner of the young man's mouth below, as if they had caught something, their eyes tightened at the moment, and they watched the battle situation in front of them intently.

Boom!

With a palm shattering his soul, Fang Xing's breath was stunned, and then his body trembled in the void, and he fell down at a high speed.

Call!

A sneer broke out at the corner of Han Yu's mouth, and with a slap of his palm, his spiritual power swept out, and a storage bag was detached, Fang Xing's waist was detached, and the serrated broadsword in his palm was also loose.

"Brother Fang!"

The scar man's body was shocked, and after he crushed a sharp attack with one sword, his palm slammed into it, and a sharp palm wind blasted towards Han Yu.

"The cultivators of the two Heavenly Mansions also dare to be arrogant, bullying my disciples, I want to come to the master who kills the goods on weekdays, today, let me finish you off!"

As soon as Han Yu's divine sense moved, the demonic scorpion suddenly burst out, and its demonic body, like an arrow, shot towards the scarred man.

Boom!

The momentum of the demon scorpion was like a rainbow and crushed the palm wind in one fell swoop, and the scorpion tail pierced through the void, just towards the scar man's face.

"Two Heavenly Scorpions."

The scarred man's eyes sank, and in an instant, the long knife vitality surged, and a monstrous sword river rolled towards the demon scorpion.

Call!

Han Yu's palm snapped, and the storage bag and long knife were all included in the Refining Domain Ding, and immediately, his eyes narrowed, and he stared coldly at the scarred man, and the vitality between his palms condensed, and a mysterious pattern quietly condensed out.

Call!

The river of knives poured down, and the momentum of the two heavens was vividly displayed by the scar man, and the sword carried vitality, as if the tide was swept away, and the momentum was overwhelming.

The surging sword rays slashed the sky and completely enveloped the demon scorpion almost instantly, however, the same demon scorpion of the two heavens, the momentum was not reduced at all, the corners of the mouth squirmed, and a pillar of qi slammed towards the sword river.

Boom!

The demonic qi eroded down, and the momentum of the sword suddenly stagnated, and the vitality of the two surged and burst out into powerful fluctuations, and began to engage in a melting confrontation.

Rao is scar man's way is a heaven-level combat skill, under the continuous erosion of this kind of demonic qi, the momentum suddenly disappeared, just resisted for a breath of time, the demonic qi giant pillar, with a devastating momentum, smashed the sword in one fell swoop, and attacked towards the scar man.

Slash the mountains!

The demonic qi eroded down, the scarred man's eyes sank, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, this terrible demonic qi made him tremble, a little trembling, but he was also a veteran of a hundred battles, and he stabilized his mind at the moment, and the sharp knife was to hurriedly slash towards the air pillar that was bombarded by the momentum, and his body quickly retreated.

Soul Crusher!

The cold voice suddenly drifted into his ears, and the scarred man seemed to hear the magic sound, his shape trembled suddenly, and when he turned his head to look, he saw a palm print with infinite meaning, bursting with a terrifying breath, and bombarded him violently.

"This breath!"

Looking at the rapidly enlarged palm print, the scar man's heart jumped, a trace of panic grew from the spinal cord, and he vaguely remembered that it was after this young man used this mysterious palm that Fang Xing was inexplicable.

"Broken Mountain Palm!"

Under the horror, the scarred man's body was surging, and his palm flipped and suddenly slapped a palm, and a fierce palm wind struck towards the palm print containing a strange aura.

The Broken Soul Palm did not have the surging tide of vitality and annihilated it, but the strange pattern fluctuations that spread out on it had an infinite meaning contained in it, and this pattern raged, and the nearby vitality suddenly collapsed, and even the sky showed signs of being blocked.

Boom!

The two palms struck, and the momentum of the Broken Soul Palm was like a rainbow, not weaker than the palm of the scar man, and as the lines of the essence spread, it was defeated in one fell swoop with just two breaths.

This Soul Shattering Palm is an Arcane Martial Arts, and that kind of power is no longer comparable to the Heavenly Rank Combat Technique, although this scar man has the strength of two Heavenly Mansions, it is still difficult to resist such exquisite martial arts in a hurry.

Call!

The Soul Shattering Palm took advantage of the momentum and bombarded down, although the momentum weakened, the terrifying attack that spread out on it made the scarred man even more frightened.

Bang!

A palm bombarded down, and the strange ripples immediately blocked the scar man, and then slammed it on his chest, crushing the talisman vitality with one palm.

Airplanes!

A palm slammed into his chest, and the crisp clicking sound was clear in his ears, but the scar man's frowning brows were slightly stretched, although the soft armor of his protective body was cracked, he tried his best to resist most of this palm, and the remaining little strength would not leave fatal injuries at all, as long as he took this move, when the other members of the Ancient City Desert Alliance arrived, these young people naturally did not need to be afraid.

"Later, the uncle will definitely break the corpses of you eight lambs into pieces." The scar man sneered, his body shook, and he planned to forcibly remove that residual strength, but the majestic vitality in his heavenly mansion had not yet gushed out, and the hideous smile stiffened in vain, his eyes stared at the front tightly, and a touch of panic continued to rise.

"That breath!"

On the high platform in the distance, Tang Jian's eyes froze, and with his keen perception, he suddenly discovered that there was a strange fluctuation in front of the scarred man, which was invading towards his eyebrows.

"This is the Martial Arts of the Utah!" The ink-robed man took a deep breath and said, when his eyes fell on the front, a trace of greed emerged, and the Mystery Martial Arts is also a rare martial art among the major sects!

"That palm print has another mystery!" On the other side, there was a young man who was a god refiner, his eyes narrowed, and he muttered.

Yes!

A terrible wail suddenly came from the mouth of the scarred man, and in an instant, his figure trembled, and his breath suddenly fell.

Han Yu smiled coldly, and with a slap of his hand, he grabbed the storage bag on his waist into his palm.

Call!

In an instant, two Upanishads were killed, and the cultivators who were originally nearby, watching the battle with a playful face, couldn't help but gasp, and even the Upanishads of the two Heavenly Realms were vulnerable in front of this young man, and it was not difficult to imagine how tragic the consequences would be if they met this son.

"Huatianmen really lives up to its reputation!" Many cultivators of small forces were not very embarrassed.

"This!"

"Wang Lao Liu!"

"Is this guy a demon?"

Two cultivators were killed one after another, and even though the cultivators of the Desert Alliance had experienced a hundred battles and were accustomed to seeing the tragedy of death, they could not be calm at this time, and there was a terrifying sound, which shook in an instant.

This is a young man who only has the Mystery Realm, but in an instant, he inexplicably beheaded two Mystery Cultivators of the Two Heavenly Realms!

In the void, the hurricane was raging, and the demonic qi mixed in it became more and more intense, and it was extremely violent towards the bone marrow of everyone, raging away, but compared to these demonic qi, the decisive young man made them feel even more frightened.

The corners of the young man's mouth provoked an evil smile, as if the Demon Lord was in the dust, his gaze swept by, and it was the light of death, so that the remaining few cultivators of the Desert Alliance unconsciously avoided the light of their eyes, and seemed extremely unwilling to confront this evil star!