On the torso of Yan Zhaoge's body, the five-colored brilliance flashed, originating from the five organs of the body and incarnating the five gods. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Under the operation of the five elements, creation is endless, and the vitality is endless.

made his physical defense and recovery power greatly improved, as if he had incarnated into a humanoid Fantian seal, and according to Shang Jun, he slammed his head and face.

Shang Jun has a high-grade holy soldier anti-Qiankun axe in his hand, which is a sharp weapon, and he can only be forced to defend passively at this moment.

While fighting, Yan Zhaoge muttered to himself: "The quality of the top-grade saint soldiers themselves is not bad. ”

He slapped his palm and almost shook Shang Jun's white jade giant axe out of his hand.

"But in addition to the limited strength of the person himself, the use of high-grade holy soldiers is not perfect?"

"Although it can exert the power of the holy soldier itself, it cannot enhance each other with the holy soldier, and there seems to be a veil between the two. ”

Yan Zhaoge smiled clearly: "Success is also treasure, defeat is also treasure." ”

He had an extra object in his hand, a long strip, like a short sword, but without the tip of a sword.

The tip is flattened as if broken, but the port plane is engraved with imprint lines.

It is the sword mark of time.

Yan Zhaoge slapped it out with one palm, and while suppressing Shang Jun, the sword in his hand was imprinted on the anti-Qiankun axe.

Engraved by the seal of the sword seal of time, the brilliance of the reverse Qiankun axe suddenly dimmed a lot.

The blade of the white jade-like axe seemed to be covered with a layer of dust and lost its luster.

With another palm, Shang Jun couldn't resist it, the tiger's mouth broke, and the white jade giant axe was shocked out of his hand and flew out.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Shang Jun and shook his head slightly: "Seeing Yang Chong, I still have some disbelief, I am also in the sixfold realm of martial saints, and I have practiced martial arts for many years, have I really never thought about how serious the problem is when I practice at home?"

"Now that I see you who have cultivated to a higher level, I seem to understand a little. ”

"The power treasure light in your body not only affects your qi and martial arts, but also imperceptibly affects your concepts and thoughts. ”

"Everything is gradually engraved in the depths of the soul, and it has become a habitual instinct and common sense, and it will not think of questioning and opposing. ”

Yan Zhaoge smacked his lips: "However, the closer you get to the avenue, the more true it is, it stands to reason that if your cultivation is at a certain level, you will still be aware of it, right?" It's just that you are in this realm, and it seems that you can't feel it yet." ”

"So, how high does it take to realize the problem?"

Yan Zhaoge looked Shang Jun up and down, and Shang Jun's face turned pale: "The evil demon way, even if it is rampant for a while, after a hundred thousand years, it depends on you." ”

He took a wrong step under his feet, stepped on it twelve times in a row, and ripples bloomed in the void, as if the clouds were flying through the fog, and the whole person flew backwards.

The earthly branch of the Yunmiao Star Sect is called "hand", which actually has both palm and body skills.

Twelve steps in a row, almost capable of moving the void.

Shang Jun didn't dare to continue to compete with Yan Zhaoge, and wanted to escape.

Just in the distance, there are ten martial saints in his immortal court, and there are powerhouses in the supreme realm of the world.

As long as he can escape, he will be safe immediately.

But how could Yan Zhaoge let him escape?

The left hand pinched a sword trick, and the right hand time sword mark pointed obliquely.

Yan Zhaoge's whole person was one with the sword light, as if he had incarnated into a long river of time, and quickly chased after Shang Jun.

Time was rushing, and the speed of time in the void around Yan Zhaoge's body seemed to suddenly speed up.

His speed seemed to have suddenly increased, and the distance that Shang Jun needed a few breaths to move, Yan Zhao Ge suddenly caught up with him in a breath.

Shang Jun was forced to look anxious, turned around and slashed at Yan Zhaoge with a palm.

Yan Zhao Ge's sword light dissipated, avoiding Shang Jun's palm.

He punched it out, and the light and darkness were intertwined, and chaos loomed.

In the next moment, chaos converged, and light and darkness continued to emerge.

The boundless darkness receded, and all of it turned into immeasurable light.

In the midst of the light, the twelve heavenly wheels rotated in the void, like twelve glorious gods, illuminating the endless void.

Next, the light is shattered, the two instruments are gone, and the universe is shattered!

Hidden in the mystery of the Infinite Heavenly Book, the Great Bright Fist of Destruction, the ferocious blow in Shang Jun's heart!

Ten shining runes around Shang Jun's body rotated together, and all the True Yuan was talismanated.

With a roar, all ten runes shattered, and Shang Jun spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Yan Zhao singer didn't stop, his fist stayed on Shang Jun's chest, and he exerted his strength again!

The next moment, Shang Jun's chest was completely pierced by Yan Zhaoge's punch!

Shang Jun's eyes widened, staring at Yan Zhao Ge, dead and blind.

At this moment, Shang Jun, who had always been full of confidence and superiority in his own Dao system, had some doubts for the first time.

He, a Martial Saint Eightfold Realm Immortal Bridge powerhouse, actually died one-on-one at the hands of a Seeing God Martial Saint?

Fu Ting watched from the sidelines, and suddenly said softly: "You don't have to be so unwilling, I am a descendant of the authentic Sanqing of the Daomen, and a character like him may not be able to produce one for thousands of years." ”

She originally planned to join forces with Yan Zhaoge to attack.

Fu Ting, who had fought with Yan Zhaoge for a short time and roughly understood the depth of Yan Zhaoge's strength, was not worried that Yan Zhaoge would be no match for Shang Jun.

But the difficulty of being able to defeat an enemy is completely different from whether or not you can kill an enemy.

Even if it was the Immortal Court Inheritance, an Immortal Bridge Martial Saint of the Eightfold Realm of Martial Saints didn't want to fight to the death, and wanted to escape, at least Fu Ting was not sure that she could leave the other party.

But after watching the whole battle, Fu Ting fell silent.

She has always been the proud daughter of the sky, growing up in a place like the upper realm, and since her debut, she has never been defeated by opponents in the same realm and opponents of the same age.

A genius among geniuses like Zhuang Zhaohui, the son of the Phoenix Emperor, if he is still in the sixfold realm of the Martial Saint at this moment, Fu Ting, who is the fivefold martial saint, is not afraid of him.

It is Fu Ting's own father, the Splendid Emperor who has crossed the gap between people and immortals, and when she was in the realm of martial saints in the past, it is unknown whether she can beat her in the same realm.

Fu Ting, who grew up in this environment, is really affected by it today.

She is not arrogant and ignorant, and there are no people who can compare with her.

The sky is clear, and the talent and strength are not weak.

But the sudden appearance of a person who was completely above her still made her feel extremely uneasy.

This unprecedented experience made Fu Ting feel strange and even a little dazed.

However, she was extremely determined, and soon calmed down her churning emotions.

Looking at Shang Jun with an unwilling face, Fu Ting shook her head slightly, and couldn't help but say that.

That is actually her most intuitive idea at the moment.

When Shang Jun heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh.

I wanted to speak, but after all, I was all gone, and I was dying.

Yan Zhaoge was casual and said with a smile: "Miss Fu has won the award, the years have passed, and there have been many geniuses, and Yan is just one of the many beings who are groping for progress on the road of martial arts." ”

Fu Ting squinted at Yan Zhaoge.

I don't know why, the content of the words is obviously very modest, but when it comes out of Yan Zhaoge's mouth, how she feels wrong how she listens.

This time, along with the complicated feelings in my heart before, gradually faded.

"You didn't use the martial arts of the Phaseless Demon Sutra to kill him directly?" Fu Ting asked instead.

Yan Zhaoge shrugged: "Yes, it's just mixed with other martial arts, I practice the Wuxiang Demon Sutra, and I don't care about it, just for this one role." ”

Fu Ting looked at the other side: "Perhaps, it doesn't make a difference whether you use it or not." ”

Yan Zhaoge's gaze was in the same direction as hers.

There, the powerful aura was staggered, and it was clear that there was another Immortal Court Supreme who came to this vicinity!