The seven figures, like a tiger descending from the mountain, were full of thunder and thunder, and the aura of the tyrannical swept through the void around Jun Qinghan, forming a huge cage that trapped Jun Qinghan. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The pitch-black pupils rippled slightly, looking at each young master's fist like a hammer, smashing towards Jun Qinghan, a faint smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, and his body stood proudly like an iron tower, not dodging or dodging.

"Bang...... Bang...... Bang......"

The sound of seven collisions, like the sound of the exchange of soldiers, resounded throughout the four fields.

On the ring, Jun Qinghan's footsteps did not move in the slightest, and his whole body did not have any defense, allowing the fists of the Seven Young Masters to pound on his body.

"You guys, you're too weak!"

After a long time, a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of Jun Qinghan's mouth, and secretly luckily, his body shook in place, like a giant bell ringing, and the seven young masters were suddenly shocked by the terrifying force of the shock, and retreated three zhang before they stabilized their figures.

Qi and blood surged, his face flushed, the seven young masters stared at Jun Qinghan, a trace of jealousy swept over his face, and now Jun Qinghan actually gave them an unfathomable feeling.

It's as if the other party can put themselves to death with a gesture!

And Qing Chengfeng, Yue Zhuochen, and Lan Shaohuang felt more and more strongly about this feeling, at the beginning of the Cliff Cultivation Academy, Jun Qinghan won the battle hard, even with a trace of tragedy, but today, Jun Qinghan didn't seem to take the Seven Young Masters in his eyes at all.

"Tianbu Tian is not in my eyes, let alone you!"

Seeming to understand everyone's thoughts, Jun Qinghan smiled slightly, with a taste of looking down in his words.

"Hugh is going to be rampant, who will kill the deer is not certain?" Thunder Clan Ziyang let out a long sigh, full of violent aura, his body soared into the void, his hands were sealed, and his head was surrounded by divine thunder.

At the same time, the other six young masters soared into the void one after another, exuding a terrifying aura around them.

"Jun Qinghan, today, you will die here, and there is no one to collect the corpse", above the ring, the mockery of the seven young masters sounded, like a bell that lasted for a long time.

"Whew!"

With a sharp roar, like a whistle, Qing Chengfeng held the willow sword in his hand, carrying a light and tricky killing breath, and came towards Jun Qinghan.

Jun Qinghan was about to raise his feet to dodge, but suddenly found that the soles of his feet were like falling 100,000 catties of boulders, imprisoning his legs and unable to move. And at this time, Yue Zhuochen was holding two giant hammers, weighing more than a thousand catties, slamming vertically and horizontally, and smashing towards Jun Qinghan's head in a domineering manner.

The temperature of the air dropped suddenly, and the cold ice invaded towards Jun Qinghan, but with a short breath, Jun Qinghan's whole body was frozen, like an ice puppet.

And the young master of the Yan clan, Yan Lie, is the flame of the netherworld in the palm of his hand, and at the moment when the cold ice freezes Jun Qinghan, the netherworld flame pours into the body, burning the internal organs, and the soul knows the sea.

For a time, Jun Qinghan endured the two heavens of ice and fire!

In the void, Ziyang roared, commanding the sky, above his head, the thunder rolled, and the sound was like the sound of thousands of troops and horses stepping on the country, tyrannical and desolate, making people frightened. Ziyang's eyes widened, his arm was like a knife, and he waved towards Jun Qinghan...... In an instant, thunder was like lightning, and a roaring sound in the void slashed towards Jun Qinghan's neck.

At the same time, Mo Pan roared angrily, his tower-like body shook, and suddenly there was a pitch-black giant knife in his hand, full of hideousness, it was the ink knife that Mo Pan had obtained in Hongchi Villa to destroy madly!

The burly figure dragged the Crazy Ink Sword, slashing thousands of mountains, like an overlord slashing towards Jun Qinghan.

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For a time, Jun Qinghan was attacked by the enemy on his abdomen and back, and the attacks of the seven young masters, seven directions, and seven different parts of the body formed a real death cage, trapping Jun Qinghan in the period.

On the viewing platform, there was a trace of apprehension and expectation in the eyes of tens of thousands of monks, "The attack of each of the seven young masters now has reached the peak of the purple flag. Seven Purple Flags Peak, how can Jun Qinghan break it?"

I saw that on the ring, the black robe was hunting, the green silk was flying, Jun Qinghan's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and the murderous machine was surging, looking at the seven young masters who were already approaching, and the sound of angry shouts was full of penetrating power:

"Kill!"

With the sound of the killing word, Jun Qinghan clenched his fists, like a giant hammer blasting through the steel city wall, and trampled out of the void, and at the same time, the fierce rays of the infinite tyrant burst out all around his body, strangling the void.

"Rumbling...... Prosperous...... Prosperous...... Long ......"

The sound of the explosion swept through the ring, and then the place where the battle was fought exploded in an instant, and the billowing smoke completely enveloped several people for a while, completely obscuring everyone's sight.

On the viewing platform, thousands of monks stared wide-eyed, looked at the thick smoke, and unconsciously held their breath, waiting for the smoke to dissipate......

After a long time, the smoke cleared, and everyone gasped, looking at the black-robed man in the ring in surprise, and their hearts stirred, "A punch that didn't use the technique actually smashed the joint attack of the seven young masters, what kind of realm is he?"

On the ring, Jun Qinghan stood proudly with his hands in his hands, and the fierce aura around him made him now like a spear piercing the heavens and the earth, and the seven young masters were scattered not far from Jun Qinghan's body, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, slightly embarrassed.

Tens of thousands of monks couldn't help but stare at Jun Qinghan's forehead, but after watching it for a long time, Jun Qinghan's forehead was always covered by hair, and he couldn't see it at all.

On the position of the hermit, Xiao Wanjun let out a long breath of relief in her heart, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously showed a smile.

"He's really strong...... It should be said that it has grown up very quickly, and in just a few years, it has reached such a realm, which can be said to be rare in the world", at the rear of the position of the Heavenly Clan, Bai Yiqing said to the young people around him.

Dongfang Youchen showed an elegant smile at the corner of his mouth, "When I was in Fenghan Pavilion, I saw it!"

"However, he is too strong now, but it is not good news for you", Bai Yiqing wiped the ring on his hand and said unintentionally.

Dongfang Youchen was slightly stunned, and then showed a bitter smile, "It's not good news for me that he wins, but if he loses, he will definitely die!"

Staring at the seven young masters in front of him with sharp eyes, Jun Qinghan dusted off his clothes and dust, and said indifferently:

"You guys also underestimate me too much, you want to kill me with this, don't feel naïve, you defeated me miserably in the Cliff Cultivation Academy at the beginning, and you dare to use such an inferior move today, could it be that my king is cold and has no temper?"

"Ah......h

A roar full of anger resounded through the void, and on the blood-red ring, Mo Pan's fists were clenched, and the bones of his whole body were sonorous, like a mighty thunder, and his entire body suddenly changed drastically.

The meridians emerged, the muscles of the whole body bulged, and with the sound of crisp bones, Mo Pan's raw body rose at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his body became more and more burly and tall!

After just a few breaths, Mo Pan let out a long roar again, and his transformation was completed.

The whole body is as high as nine zhang, as thick as a pillar, the body is pitch black, the surface is covered with thick scale armor, hideous and terrifying, the scale armor is straight from scale to scale, it is a blood-colored ravine.

The surface of the entire Shura's body was like a piece of armor, hard as iron and stone, solid as gold, and between the gestures, the whole body was sonorous and crackling.

The originally huge ink knife was wiped out at this time in Mo Pan's hand, like a branch, wielding it at will.

Jun Qinghan looked at the mountain-like figure in front of him, the corners of his mouth turned into a smile, he shook his head and said self-deprecatingly: "At the beginning, I still coveted your Shura body, but now...... It's ridiculous to think about!"

Not only Mo Pan, but also in the ring, the momentum of the other young masters has undergone earth-shaking changes in their whole bodies, like an angry ocean, and the waves are rolling up to 100,000 long skies.

Qing Chengfeng's body was wrapped by a blade like a dark wind, and without a trace of wind, it was like a knife, surrounding Qing Chengfeng's body, forming a huge eye of wind in the center, and a terrifying aura poured out from the eye of the wind.

At the same time, Ji Yun, the young master of the Ze clan, buried half of his body in the Qinglian lotus pond, the mud on the soles of his feet emitted a foul smell, but the green lotus around him swayed, the stench was accompanied by elegance and holiness, and the void was equally divided.

Chiyue added to his body, making Yue Zhuochen like a towering Kunlun, which made people stop, full of endless coercion and tyranny.

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The Seven Young Masters, in addition to the body of Mo Pan's incarnation of Shura, the other six young masters were all wearing different flags, and their momentum was rolling, like a galloping horse, more than three times more terrifying than before.

On the ring, looking at the seven young masters who had made a comeback, Jun Qinghan's brows furrowed slightly......