"What's that?"

Many people pointed in the direction where the last of the stars had disappeared and suddenly shouted.

They had an intuition in their hearts that told them that this starlight was anything but ordinary, and they felt a majestic and vast momentum and destructive power from it.

How could they not be amazed at how they could compress such a huge and astonishing power to a single point.

"Huh?"

The man in purple stood high in the air, his clothes hunting, his eyebrows couldn't help but jump twice, and he had a very ominous premonition, which made him feel quite uneasy.

"What's going on?"

The man in purple faintly felt that there was a powerful energy accumulating at the bottom of the lake, but he couldn't catch the movement of this force at all, and unconsciously, the man in purple's expression began to become solemn.

Before he could catch a batch of clues, in vain, he heard a huge explosion under his feet, as if the sky was collapsing, the divine light was blazing, and the stardust was floating.

"Old thief, die!"

There was no warning in that blazing divine light, and Fang Yang's figure suddenly appeared out of thin air, making the purple-clothed man tremble.

Fang Yang leaned out with both hands, as if holding two star worlds, the starlight was shining, like a dragon dancing, countless tiny nebulae lingered in his hands, and in the innermost part, a vigorous burning light sound was like a round of the sky, surrounded by countless stardust, like the lord of the galaxy, so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes.

Holding the sun and the moon and picking the stars, Fang Yang at this time was high-spirited to the extreme, like a god, and the gods were majestic.

"The world in the palm of your hand!"

The purple-clothed people were shocked, he didn't expect that Fang Yang's original technique moves had actually cultivated to this realm, it was simply terrifying.

This sudden change happened in a moment of lightning, and the man in purple didn't have time to react at all, and the protective body qi outside his body was instinctively urged.

It's just that in the face of countless stardust lingering and burning light, this protective body qi is like tissue paper, cracking and destroying it when touched, and it can't resist for a moment.

"Boom ......"

The sound of war was deafening, and the stratus clouds cracked.

One by one, the stunned warriors grew their mouths and covered their ears in horror, at this moment, there were too many questions in their hearts.

"This boy hasn't fallen yet!"

Many martial artists saw Fang Yang like a ghost, appearing out of thin air, and their eyes were so surprised that they were about to fall out.

"Not only did it not fall, but it looked at the momentum, but before it was more prosperous, it was like seeing a ghost. ”

The warriors in the entire mountain forest looked sideways, and at this moment, I don't know how many people regarded the majestic young man in the sky as a god.

Some martial artists covered their chests with their hands, their faces were a little pale, and they said with palpitations: "What kind of original technique move is this, the spatial shock is too violent, I am going to vomit blood." ”

"Could it be the destruction scroll of the six-rank original art scroll?"

A young man frowned, bewildered.

This kind of destructive power is too terrifying, with the strength of the fifth-stage martial artist, the original technique that was cast can actually shake the void of the ancient Mang Mountain into a turmoil, even if it is drunk thousands of miles away, the slightly weaker martial artist is shocked to cough up a mouthful of blood, and he is in the center of the attack object, and the purple-clothed man naturally needs to be said.

"Bang ......"

In the frightened and ghostly eyes of countless warriors, the purple-clothed man was like a cannonball, and was heavily bombarded on a mountain peak, smashing out a huge pit that could be more than ten meters deep, and the dust raised was full of sky, and the purple-clothed man did not know whether he was alive or dead.

At the end of the ancient Mang Mountain, there was a rare silence, and there was no sound.

"This ...... Is that the end of it?"

Some of the warriors looked a little dazed and rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

"How is it possible, how can a second-level life form martial artist fall so easily, that purple-clothed man was affected by the aftermath of the holy beast Tianwu, and he still survived until now. ”

Someone sighed and said meaningfully.

When the dust clouds cleared, the purple-clothed man who was bombarded on a mountain peak finally revealed his figure, and at this time, the purple-clothed man was beaten into a "big" character and smashed deep into the rocks of the mountain.

"Click...... Bone ...... Bang!"

The man in purple shook his body, shook off the boulders, and stood up from the pit.

The purple-clothed man wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, and sneered, "It's not bad." ”

This sneer was not only like praising Fang Yang's strength, but also like mocking Fang Yang's realm, and at the same time, it also made countless onlookers feel a sense of powerlessness.

With such an earth-shattering blow, he hadn't killed the purple-clothed man yet, was the second-level life form martial artist really powerful to this extent?

Fang Yang was secretly surprised in his heart, the Dawn Transformation Heavenly Expedition just now was performed in his strongest state, and it had reached the level of the world in his palm, but he didn't expect that he still couldn't kill the purple-clothed man.

After hearing the sneer of the purple-clothed man, Fang Yang raised the corners of his mouth lightly, and sneered at each other, "Yes, after all, my realm is only at the middle level of the fourth stage, which is indeed not bad."

Suddenly, many martial artists had black lines on their heads, quite speechless, not knowing whether Fang Yang was being modest or proud.

The man in purple showed a hint of a smile and said regretfully: "It's a pity, if you don't take off your mortal body, you will always be an ant." ”

Fang Yang was not discouraged at all, he turned his back wrist, stretched his muscles, chuckled, and said, "Return ants, if I don't beat you today, you won't know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world." ”

Suddenly, the onlookers in the mountains and wilderness looked at each other, speechless, and couldn't help but smack their lips, this young man was inevitably too confident.

"Humph!"

While healing his injuries and delaying time, the purple-clothed man pretended to be a master and walked forward, and said with a smile: "I, Wu someone, have practiced martial arts for so many years, and I have seen countless Tianjiao, I don't know how many, but it's the first time I've seen someone as arrogant as you, stinky boy, I want to ,...... at the beginning."

Fang Yang waved his hand, and before the man in purple could finish speaking, he interrupted: "I'm not interested in hearing your, old thief, come on!"

The man in purple was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, this young man's speech was too exciting, he was only allowed to be majestic, he had just thought about it, and he was interrupted by an interjection.

"I see what else you've got up your sleeve!"

The man in purple flicked his sleeves and sneered.

Fang Yang's earth-shattering blow just now really startled him, if it weren't for the big difference in the life levels of the two, that stardust explosion would be enough to kill him, even so, it also made him injured a lot, plus the black flame wound that had not healed, the back of the man in purple was shocked.

But Fang Yang had already performed it once, such a powerful move, how could the man in purple be defenseless, if he hit him again, then his cultivation for so many years could really be regarded as cultivating to a dog.

"If you don't wake up and break free from the shackles of mortal bodies, you're just an ant after all, no matter how amazing you are, it won't help. ”

The purple-clothed man looked at Fang Yang on the sky from afar, his eyes were cold, and his tone was deep.

Fang Yang swooped down from the sky, and his momentum exploded immediately, like a hidden dragon coming out of the gate, and then with a dragon roar, he disappeared into the bright blue sky.

"Gone again?"

The purple-clothed man's face changed, and faintly, he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive in his heart.