The fire dragon rolls over, the Huanghuang Shenwei vibrates, like the fire of the sky, it is as terrifying as the fire of the sky, dyeing the surroundings into a red color, Qu Xing saw, a ray of fire stained a corner of the palace, and saw that the wall tire turned into red mud and flowed down in an instant, and the surrounding grass and trees turned into ash in an instant.

"Click!"

The Celestial King's hooves stepped on the fire dragon, and the void shattered, and the cracks that spread out under the Celestial King's hooves could be seen, spreading along the firelight.

The old man's eyes shrank, the dead wood staff paused again, and the fire behind him rose into the sky, pouring into the fire dragon, colliding with the huge hooves of the Heavenly King, and suddenly the sound was violent, like thunder.

This hoof seems to be stepping on people's hearts, and those who watch from a distance are extremely frightened.

"Boom!"

The tremor spread, and the energy rolled and swayed, hanging like a hurricane in all directions, destroying everything in its path, and its momentum was amazing, and from time to time the palace collapsed, and some pavilions collapsed.

Everyone fled in surprise, and the speed was slowly rolled by this energy, only the qi in the protective body collapsed, and the flesh seemed to be cut by thousands of fine steel blades, turning into a puddle of minced meat, which was extremely terrifying.

The void cracked, and a misty qi seeped out of it, extinguishing the fire, although it moved with strength.

"Interesting!"

The Heavenly King screamed again, and the front hooves stepped again, and suddenly the rumbling and shaking continued, and the earth's veins were trembling, which was extremely terrifying.

The fire dragon meandered, but under this hoof, it directly disintegrated into a flood of fire, splashing out, and most of Shanxun City could hear this sound.

The old man's complexion changed, his thin figure like dead wood retreated sharply, his chest rose and fell, he exhaled, and then inhaled deeply.

As the wide robe fluttered, the divine light trembled and wrapped around his body, and he saw that his originally shriveled chest bulged, his body swelled as if inflated, and his originally thin five-foot body swelled to more than seven feet.

"Shh

The robe was torn by the swollen tendons, and the upper body was rotten into strips of rags, which turned to ashes in the firelight.

Looking at it again, it seems to be a different person, where can you still see the slightest weakness, completely like an iron tower, the skin is dark and shiny, the muscles and bones are knotted like a young dragon entrenched in the body, and the dead wood staff that was originally taller than others is held in his hand, and at this time it looks more like he is holding a burning stick.

He roared, his voice was loud, like a bell vibrating, and the fire behind him surged out wildly, sweeping away like a wave, and the people who fled were all terrified, and everyone shouted horror, and their faces were terrified.

The king of heaven screamed, twisted his body, like a donkey kicking his legs, kicked his hind legs, and the ferocity was amazing, under this leg, the divine light rolled like a tide, and then the surrounding fires were all extinguished, and the ground was ploughed out of a ravine more than ten zhang long.

Qu Xing had been watching the changes in the field, and he saw the scribe's eyes flickering, as if he saw an unfavorable opportunity, and sacrificed the secret treasure blade to attack him directly, like lightning, directly taking his head.

I was prepared, and I was not alarmed or confused at this time, I raised my hand to fight, my fists were surging, and my air was surging.

"Boom!"

There was a loud sound, and the strength of the blade was involved in it, blocking its momentum, cutting off its determination, and causing its speed to decrease sharply, which he easily avoided.

The scribe rushed to him, waved his hand to evolve a large ze, and swept him into it, as if he had fallen into a cold pool of blue waves, his body was full of coldness, and the air seemed to have been stagnant, and it was difficult to move.

At this time, the man in Tsing Yi also moved, and quickly rushed towards him, the two actually wanted to join forces to take down Qu Xing, obviously the two had already seen that he was the leader of the two of them.

"Bad guys, no!"

Yin Yao snorted lightly, and flew quickly, like a meteor crossing the air, and instantly appeared in front of the Tsing Yi person, with a wave of his small hand, his divine brilliance appeared.

The man in Tsing Yi was shocked, he had learned Yin Yao's power, and he didn't dare to relax at all, so he dealt with it calmly.

But Yin Yao seemed to have changed as a person, and her arms were sharper, and her divine brilliance was swaying, like a heavy hammer, directly blasting through the protective divine light of the Tsing Yi man, and her small hand was easily imprinted on her chest.

The face of the man in Tsing Yi changed greatly, his chest was dented by this palm, and he flew out with blood spraying wildly, and his eyes still showed an unbelievable look, obviously shocked by Yin Yao's changes before and after.

The scribe was also shocked, and was about to step forward, but was deceived and entangled by Qu Xing, so he heard him and said coldly: "You dare to distract him at this time?"

When the words fell, the fist shook again, and a punch struck out the strength of the waves, accompanied by the crystal color, like a stormy slap, breaking through the Daze who trapped him around his body, and swept towards the scribe.

The latter felt the ferocity in it, changed color again, stretched out his hand to recall the sharp blade, and with a flick of his fingers, a cold light bloomed on the blade, and the brilliance burst into bursts, and the determination was several times more dangerous than the fang, and he wrenched it with vigor.

Qu Xing's eyes narrowed, and the two touched together, and most of his strength was suddenly strangled.

Clearly, the scribe was ready to fight hard.

Qu Xing's face remained unchanged, and he swung his fist again, and his strength moved, swept away, and the sound continued.

A punch was punched out even after this punch, and the air waves continued into pieces, like the surging river waves, blocking the way forward of the sharp blade.

The sharp blade was rolling in the cold light, the thin light trembled, there was a fine man, uncertain, extraordinary, piercing through the fist, and moving forward, but it had appeared in front of Qu Xing in an instant.

Qu Xing's eyes froze, the secret treasure was difficult, he knew it, this treasure was urged by the scribe like this, it was really sharp.

The internal qi is vibrating, and the body surface is surging with radiance, clenching fists, twisting the body, and stride.

"Boom!"

A punch was thrown, and the punch was restrained, and there was no surging energy.

The fist is like a diamond rock, striking straight at the blade.

"Dang!"

The crisp sound of gold and iron hitting each other sounded, Qu Xing's body did not move, but the glow on his body trembled endlessly, and the sharp blade was shattered and flew out, and half of the cold light was extinguished.

He frowned and withdrew his fist, and another crack appeared in the joint, although it only hurt the flesh, but the blood did not stop.

The scribe was even more shocked and wanted to speak, but Qu Xing deceived him again, so that he was held back in his stomach before he could say anything, and he was not allowed to sacrifice the blade secret treasure again and galloped away.

Qu Xing swung his fist again and again, colliding with the cold mang, and suddenly the sound of gold and iron hitting each other in the field sounded frequently, and the silver light on Qu Xing's body trembled and could not be calmed, and the sharp blade was collapsed several times and was recalled by it.

The people watching from a distance were already so frightened that they were silent, and the Qu Xing side had the upper hand, pressing the old man and the people in Tsing Yi and the scribes to fight, and the breath was flourishing.

The cold light flashed again, and the scribe knew the ferocity of Qu Xing's fist, and he had already distanced himself from it.

There was coldness in Qu Xing's eyes, and he roared, like a fierce beast's roar, and the tremor was rolling.

"Crush me!"

Another punch, the momentum was rolling like a tide, rolling up the cold rays that attacked, the blade was galloping, and once again piercing the fist strength, appearing in front of Qu Xing.

He didn't fight with it again, his body turned around, and he could avoid it, and then his eyes flickered, and he stretched out his hand, grabbed the trembling busyness, and let the sharp intention cut the palm of his hand, and the blood was drenched.

He held the two hands in both hands, glanced at the scribe coldly, flashed sharply, stretched out his legs, and bent his knees into them.

"Click!"

Bloody hands.

And the cold light all collapsed, the sharp blade collapsed in the center, and the remnant blade shook in the hand, and the sound was endless.

"Ahh

The scribe was shocked and incredulous.

This kind of secret treasure, someone can actually break it with the flesh, what strength does this have, how hard the body must be!

(Although the new old man is a trick, he also has a prototype, so guess who the prototype is?)