"Boom!"

At the moment when this handprint was about to touch Wu Yangyu's body, a terrifying domineering momentum was violently stimulated as if a volcano had awakened.

"It's not good, retreat!"

With the explosion of momentum, Mu Xian's face changed suddenly, and the voice in his mouth was even sharper to the extreme, which was completely different from the indifference in the past.

"Hehehe......"

An indifferent laugh came out as his words fell.

The voice came from Wu Yangyu's mouth.

His palm waved slowly, his body did not dodge or dodge, and he met the fist mark that came from the opposite side, bursting out with a vicious golden crystal light, and crushed directly towards the opponent.

"Boom!"

The palms and fist prints finally collided together at this moment.

It's just that everything has changed.

The original fist mark changed from chasing to evacuating, but this palm rushed up like a star and a moon.

"Click!"

Suddenly.

The creepy sound of breaking bones appeared.

"Pedal ......"

The sound of flying upside down was heard.

And this time, it was Mu Xian and the scarred black-robed man who regressed.

"How is that possible?"

Feeling the sharp pain coming from the five fingers of his palm, Mu Xian's mouth couldn't help but let out a frightened scream, and the sharp pain on his body couldn't be compared with the shock in his heart at all.

The handprint just now seemed to be light and fluttering, but it was like an immortal mountain urging over, crushing the unparalleled strength and momentum, and it was even more vigorous, setting off a thousand storms.

Spallation!

It's a metamorphosis!

Looking deeply at Wu Yangyu in front of him, Mu Xian couldn't even believe how a person who had just been beaten by them and was almost fallen, could burst out with such earth-shattering divine power at this moment, even between breaths.

"Boom!"

For this Mu Xian's shock, Wu Yangyu didn't care at all.

Now he has muscles, flesh, and bones on his body, as if he has come to life, all of them are squirming, and every time he squirms, he can feel that the injury he received just now has completely disappeared.

In the body, there is more internal energy rolling around, like a scorching yellow spring flowing, and the original shackles of the Tao have turned into nothingness in an instant.

The martial artist-level Seventh Heaven was easily reached at the moment when all these shackles were broken.

There is no momentum of the sky falling apart, there is no shock of the sea rotting, this is how it is achieved quietly!

But these are far less than the physical changes.

With the opening of the Dacheng of the Battle Hegemony Body, Wu Yangyu had already felt every inch of his flesh and blood, muscles and muscles, all of which exuded vitality and power.

This strong feeling even made him feel as if his physical body was not his own.

Actually.

This feeling is also due to the crazy surge in strength, so that the foundation has not yet been stabilized, just like a beggar who suddenly gets millions of riches, this ecstasy alone is enough to make the other party ecstatic to the point of collapse.

Fortunately.

Wu Yangyu is not a beggar, his mind and will are otherworldly, beyond the ordinary!

The flesh moved slightly.

Suddenly, thousands of golden rays rose to the sky.

In the middle of the body, a layer of crystal light like golden glass is surging and shining.

As it lingered, it seemed that a set of immortal golden armor was put on this body.

"Crackling ......"

The fist clenched slightly, not even with the slightest force, but the air had been pinched and exploded, making a burst of explosions.

"It is worthy of the Mahayana period of fighting hegemony, wonderful, this feeling is really wonderful, with the improvement of the realm, now I have also driven my realm to reach the level of the martial arts level Seven Heavens, and there is no problem in killing the two people in front of me!"

Looking at Mu Xian and the scarred black-robed man in front of him, Wu Yangyu secretly thought to himself in his heart.

What really gave him confidence was not the current realm, but the feeling after the transformation of power, the thrill of power bursting out of this kind of power made Wu Yangyu almost can't help but get lost in it.

An endless stream of power flowed in every inch of his body, and the random drive was enough for him to easily feel the powerful feeling of devastating and decaying.

"The mastery of power has put me in a state of almost reborn pleasure...... This is the power that the [Fighting Spirit Technique] should have!"

In his heart, Wu Yangyu also began to consolidate his current strength rapidly between these breaths.

"Pretending to be a ghost, everything is just an illusion, this guy can't be so powerful!"

Looking at Wu Yangyu, Mu Xian finally couldn't bear it anymore again, and greeted the scarred black-robed man beside him.

"Kill!"

The two had the same mind, and they shouted angrily in unison.

"Hehe......"

Faced with the other party's attack again, Wu Yangyu just sneered and threw out his palm fiercely.

A huge golden handprint, like an immortal golden sacred mountain, fell from the sky, cutting through the shackles of the sky, cutting through the resistance of all things, and showing it fiercely.

"Peng!"

This moment.

Wu Yangyu's power bombarded with all his might, and everywhere he went, everything surrendered, the heavens and the earth were discolored, and between stepping into it, he didn't give these two a chance to breathe at all, and raised his hand and urged out with another handprint.

Strength!

This is a release of pure power.

However, with the gradual unfolding of the power of the fighting hegemon's body, it is simply the effect of strength, which is not something that ordinary people can imagine, especially the internal energy surging in this palm print, the golden mountain is even more powerful.

"Poof......

Under the shock of this absolute power, the fist marks in front of him were directly beaten and collapsed again and again, and countless cracks and light patterns quickly spread out towards the surroundings.

The black-robed man with the scar who bore the brunt of the brunt, even more spurted blood from a mouthful, and the whole person was violently beaten out.

"No!"

Facing the serious injury of the scarred black-robed man, Na Muxian's face changed wildly, and he screamed violently, like a wounded wolf, and his voice was extremely resentful.

"Die!"

The figure stepped out of the air, and a hand turned into a supreme huge finger mark, and the finger marks continued to swallow in mid-air, as if it were a sharp long sword, and countless light patterns were intertwined on this finger mark.

"Poof......

More at the moment.

The other party's mouthful of blood spurted on this finger mark, and the original finger mark clearly devoured all this blood to the fullest, so that on the appearance, there were countless blood marks lingering in it, which looked weird and evil.

"Wow!"

Clap with your hands.

The divine sparrow roared, the ice-blue finch shadow several meters long, the wings were reversed, like a long river of frost, the sharp breath, destroying everything, and the unparalleled freezing power, evolving between the heavens and the earth, fiercely stimulated and moved.

"Snort......!"

Twinkling.

The god sparrow and the finger mark were already in a heavy confrontation.

Originally, with Wu Yangyu's strength, he could deal with a great martial artist-level powerhouse, although he could not be defeated, but it was enough to form a rivalry with the other party.

"Click!"

In an instant.

The ice-blue frost directly permeated the entire finger marks, accompanied by bursts of crackling sounds, and the finger marks directly collapsed, not only that.

The power of the betel nut, under the evolution of this finch shadow, was even more wrapped in the posture of cutting off all vanity, and killed Mu Xian fiercely.

"Poof......

Blood gushing.

The speed of the finch shadow was so fast that Mu Xian didn't even have time to blink, he only felt a flower in front of him, and the powerful sharp and frost power had already slashed heavily on his body.

"Roar!"

The figure stepped and moved, and in the middle of the back, the tiger roared and shook the sky.

Up and down the body, one after another golden crystal gods flickered from time to time, and in the process of swallowing, they rushed into the sky.

At this moment, Wu Yangyu's body was like an immortal golden god.

The strong roar of the tiger is accompanied by the domineering posture of this fighting hegemon, which is more than exciting, and in the unfolding, the supreme power directly shakes the starry sky and hunts.

"Let's go!"

Suddenly.

Mu Xian, who was shocked out, turned upside down and moved fiercely, and the whole person, in a burst of blood, clearly did not pause at all, directly picked up the injured black-robed man, and quickly fled out.

"Want to go?"

Wu Yangyu's expression was slightly stunned.

Unexpectedly, Mu Xian's style was so decisive.

But.

In the depths of Wu Yangyu's eyes, the killing intent became more and more fierce.

The existence of the Requiem is a stinger for him, especially Mu Xian, who actually used Ye Mo as a tool to make him a slave and force himself to take action.

Therefore, these two people must die.

"Kill!"

Moving head-on, at the moment when Wu Yangyu just wanted to pursue it, in the void, a cold voice came out.

Boom!

There was also a sound of the blade coming out of the sheath.

Looking at the Dao Dao killing around him, Wu Yangyu's brows suddenly frowned.

It is worthy of the requiem people, hiding around here, there are so many masters.

It's a pity that now he is no longer what he used to be, and with the fighting hegemon of the Dacheng period, he has nothing to fear at all.

"Get out!"

The body moved in the air, and the hands lifted fiercely.

Two large handprints glowing with golden light, like two immortal golden divine mountains, slammed heavily into the surrounding Requiem figures.

"Puffy Puff!"

Everywhere he went, the powerful force was like a devastating force, directly shattering the figures one by one.

"Boom!"

The soldiers cracked, and the sky was stained with blood.

At this moment, Wu Yang Yu was like a wild dragon, and he didn't pay attention to the figures around him, and in the process of moving forward step by step, such a killing method was simply unpredictable.

However, what surprised Wu Yangyu even more was that there were also these requiem people, among them, although there were many strong people, but there were no masters at the level of great martial artists, even if there were many people, they could not stop themselves.

These people obviously knew this, but they still resisted themselves so desperately, buying time for Na Muxian and the others, which was simply an incredible thing.

"Peng!"

The handprint slapped a person away again, Wu Yangyu's eyes flashed a ruthless faint scarlet, and he looked forward fiercely:

"Even if someone helps you stop it, but, you two, you must die!"