The crimson fist gradually widened in Zhang Yue's pupils, and the mysterious lines painted by demonic qi on the scales could be seen clearly. The pain and dizziness in the brain, Zhang Yue no longer had the energy to feel it, he didn't want to become a corpse who couldn't feel the pain. He bent down to the fullest, his fist brushing against his armor, leaving a shallow dent.

Zhang Yue only felt that his entire body was smashed by a mountain, every pore in his body was squeezed and deformed, and the terrifying wind pressure blasted him to the ground. Zhang Yue took a deep breath, and the black smoke around her body suddenly condensed, and the inflated form a circular shield, resisting all the remaining forces. Zhang Yue's feet were deeply inserted into the ground, and the huge force smashed the ground into a big hole, and the surrounding buildings collapsed.

The power of a punch is terrifying.

Zhang Yuexun adjusted his breath, the gossip map behind him was suddenly retracted, through the armor, completely integrated into the body, and the severe pain began to spread from the depths of his soul, he stumbled on his feet, almost lost his footing, and fell. All kinds of noisy and troublesome thoughts exploded in the spirit world, the little doll gritted her teeth, her eyes were dark, she was holding two black fish in both hands, and black ghosts were floating around. This originally vibrant spiritual world has become hell.

He gasped, under the mask, the usually dull face became distorted and hideous, and the yin and evil aura was eroding his reason, and began to affect the black and white family he was wearing, the original white lines gradually turned black, but in a moment, this armor had completely turned black.

Outside the battlefield, everyone looked at this scene in amazement, they had already received a notice from Ling Daozi, and they flew out of the house and automatically formed a circle in the air, forming an audience seat without seats, but at this moment, there was a riot in the originally stable order.

That yin and evil aura, although different from the demonic aura, still made them feel threatened. In their opinion, the battle has changed from a strange person to a demon to a demon.

Only the people of the Mirror Division knew what Zhang Yue was doing.

Gossip Zhoutian, yin and yang are born together. This is a stable circle, a cycle, and any one extreme will destroy this stability and go to another extreme. Yin represents death, destruction, destruction, and evil; Yang represents life, creation, hope, and rigidity, all of which are the ultimate of a certain path and the embodiment of pushing power to the peak. But stability is undermined, and as the people who have endured all this, they will also be hurt unimaginably. Zhang Yue is overdrafting, he wants to push himself to the extreme of the yin, towards that infernal hell.

Looking at the black smoke rising from the curling up, Wusheng also felt a chill down his spine, he looked at the center of the black smoke, his pupils constricted, and a trace of panic could not be concealed. His fists clenched, his mouth on his chest and abdomen moved slightly, his tongue stirred, and he wanted to use his gluttonous stomach to swallow this potential crisis in one gulp.

In the black smoke, Zhang Yue raised her head and looked at Wusheng, her eyes were cold and ruthless, fixed on Wusheng. Wusheng's body suddenly stiffened, and his churning tongue was strangely fixed in mid-air, motionless. That gaze gave him the illusion that a cold glow was in his throat.

Zhang Yue calmed down, and the black smoke gradually retracted from his body, at this moment he was wearing a pair of black armor and holding a black knife in his hand, which looked a little ordinary at first glance, but no one dared to despise him at this moment. This is Zhang Yue's state after breaking through the limit, and even he doesn't know if he can still do it in the future.

"I advise you to use that stomach sparingly! The more I use it, the clearer I can see, and the next time I might be able to dig it out with a single sword. Zhang Yue said, her voice was still as flat as ever, like an ancient well without waves.

Wusheng frowned slightly, pursed his lips and was silent.

Zhang Yue continued: "The fusion between you and the gluttonous stomach is not yet complete, right? If the fusion was complete, I wouldn't have been able to perceive where he was. Am I right? No life. ”

"Your soul power is useless to me, don't you know?" Wusheng didn't back down, and said coldly, but there was a little less confidence in that tone.

Zhang Yue smiled and took a step forward, actually narrowing the distance between him and Wusheng, "Although I don't know what it is, there is indeed something that protects you and weakens my soul detection." But I'm weak, and you haven't gotten stronger, and you've always been a layman who doesn't know anything about soul power, haven't you? Or are you unconvinced and want to play a game with me in terms of soul power? ”

Wusheng said coldly: "How many times can you swing your knife with that kind of attack?" ”

"Hey, try?" Zhang Yue held the knife in one hand, standing in front of him, the blade was aimed at Wusheng, and faintly seemed to point to the light in the giant mouth.

Wusheng suddenly felt his heart skip a beat, he could really see it? Wusheng couldn't help but think like this in his heart, and unconsciously took a step back.

Seeing this scene, the rabbit was a little excited, "You can win by staying in the moon!" The guy was already scared. ”

The nurse is not optimistic, "just bluffing." ”

The rabbit was puzzled, she grabbed the nurse, a little excited, "Bluff? But Zhang Yue's current appearance is obviously bursting with combat power! He's pushing his limits! ”

Yan Xi shook his head and said, "Zhang Yue has already used that kind of attack twice in a row, his body has long been unable to bear it, he has one chance at most, if he fails, he will lose." Zhang Yue could indeed roughly perceive the location of the gluttonous stomach, but the range should not be small, otherwise, there was no need for him to pretend. The reason why Zhang Yue talked so much nonsense just now was that he needed to scare Wusheng so that Wusheng didn't dare to use his gluttonous stomach. In this way, he was sure that his combat power would be on the same level as Wusheng, and he could be distracted to search for gluttonous stomachs. Otherwise, Zhang Yue wouldn't be able to last long. ”

"If he loses......"

"It doesn't matter, it's enough to do this. Win or lose this battle, he's our man of Kageji, and I won't let him die. I never pay attention to the rules set by the old monster. Yan Xi said.

The rabbit, who was still worried, smiled reassuringly.

Zhang Yue naturally couldn't hear their conversation, but he wasn't worried about his life, in fact, standing on the battlefield, he felt very relaxed at this moment, and his partners were standing behind him, even if it was across the so-called barrier.

Wusheng settled down, he is different from Zhang Yue, he is now the target of everyone, stared at by a bunch of perverted big people, and he is a trapped beast. Zhang Yue's soul power is the only possibility for him to get out, he has no way to retreat, he is a real ruin, fighting against the water.

There was no more life, the scales covered his body, he was like wearing a pair of red battle armor, a pair of dragon horns stretched out from his forehead, and a huge dragon tail on his hip slammed into the void fiercely, making a deafening sound, he roared angrily and rushed forward.

In the blink of an eye, the shadow of the fist in the sky, like a meteor shower, blasted forward. The void where Zhang Yue was located instantly became tattered, and behind him, towering buildings were shattered into powder, and the avenues were inexplicably filled with large pits.

Zhang Yue didn't retreat, he waved the knife in his hand, and countless sword shadows also greeted him, leaving black marks in the sky, which happened to be engraved on the falling fist shadows.

Wusheng's face changed slightly, and he quickly withdrew his fist, glancing at the remaining black smoke on it, and his five fingers were a little clenched. Zhang Yue's knife didn't have a huge momentum, but the lingering power was dissolving his power. He had a sense of powerlessness as the snow fell into the boiling soup, his fist was snow, and Zhang Yue's knife was the boiling soup.

"Come again!"

Zhang Yue laughed, stepped on it, and the figure was ghostly like a ghost, floating in front of Wusheng, Mura Yu couldn't help but stab at the most powerful place in Wusheng, the giant mouth. The cold sweat on Wusheng's forehead broke out wildly, and he quickly retreated, and the knife light just wiped his red tongue, which made his hairs stand on end.

Zhang Yue was unforgiving, and chased after him step by step, the knife in his hand danced out of a ray of light, and he didn't greet anywhere, so he slashed at the giant mouth. Wusheng was furious, his five fingers opened, and his sharp claws popped out, regardless of the power that entangled people, and he directly met it.

There was a ding, as if it were a prelude to the music, followed by the crash of a storm, which grew louder and louder, and at the end it was like thunder.

The black light and the red light collided wildly, and in an instant, the sky cleared, and those thick clouds were stirred clean. Unobstructed by clouds, the sun shone uncontrollably and fell on the two of them, reflecting a dazzling light.

If you throw away the demonic and evil aura that permeates the air, they are simply like people who have been favored by the heavens. It's a pity that the light at this moment is the biggest irony for them.

Wusheng grabbed Zhang Yue's knife, and a soft numb feeling came from his palm, he wanted to throw Zhang Yue out, but now he didn't even have the strength to hold the knife. Zhang Yue raised her foot to aim at Wusheng's hand is a horizontal kick, and her physical fitness was not outstanding, so she kicked a few scales on Wusheng's arm and smashed a few pieces, splashing a pool of blood.

Wusheng's body moved sideways, the wound on his arm healed in a blink of an eye, and the lost strength quickly returned, he twisted and waved his arm, grabbed the air, and swung five light blades that were a hundred meters long. Zhang Yue didn't look at it, her toes were tapped, a flicker, and she easily dodged it, but Murayu still chased Wusheng and cut it.

"Am I really afraid of you?" Wusheng took a breath, and the alien spirit that belonged to him was wrapped in demonic power, revealing it in a new form of power, and his body swelled violently, and the oppressive force that was stronger than it was just now exploded.

Zhang Yue's armor flashed with black light, directly carrying this power to protect Zhang Yue from being affected, Zhang Yue held the knife and slashed it with all his might, and the black and transparent blade brushed down a fan-shaped black light curtain, which had a touching beauty.

Wusheng met it with a punch, and the strange power was still entangled, but at the same time, his recovery power also surged, and as soon as the strength was eroded, it immediately began to recover, and this counteracting, Zhang Yue's attack was only a weak slash.

Zhang Yue, who noticed that something was wrong, did not have the slightest nostalgia and quickly retreated. But Wusheng also caught up. The battle was at an early age.