Zimo's scalp tingled for a while.

It was the first time he had seen such a strange spell.

The entire weight of the mountain above his head was concentrated on him alone.

Zimo only felt that the bones in his body seemed to fall apart.

A sharp pain rushed through his mind, making him almost cry out in pain.

The spell seemed to lock him, and it was too late to escape at this moment.

With a ruthless heart, Zimo stood directly in the air, and his right leg took a step to the side.

It was nailed there like two pillars.

He didn't cast a sword formation or a demon slaying trio!

He wants to use his own strength to regret that mountain!

The Sky Fox Clan below were dumbfounded, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

They had never heard of anyone who could shake the mountain and river fan with the power of their flesh.

"This kid, have an appetite for me!"

The Fire God licked Yan Shengtian's lips and said in appreciation.

"This courage and courage alone are not comparable to the so-called Tianjiao of my Tianhu Clan."

Bai Rulong's eyes were hot, and at this moment, a strange feeling rose in his heart, he would be interested in a junior, which was something that had never happened.

Bai Changsheng was motionless, but the excitement in his eyes was difficult to hide.

Several of them who have cultivated to the top of the Heavenly Fox Realm are still like this, not to mention the rest of the Heavenly Fox Clan.

The shock in my heart can be imagined.

"If you don't measure yourself, give me death!"

Bai Shanhe couldn't see that Zimo didn't take him in his eyes like this, so he snorted coldly, and the Shanhe fan pressed down hard.

That mountain fell at a faster rate.

Zimo crossed his hands in front of his chest, stamping back and forth, making an extremely strange movement.

This is exactly the technique he learned from the "Nine Volumes of Formations" to condense strength, called the Gathering Strength Technique!

The Cohesion Technique is very simple to learn, and it only took Zimo one day to master the essentials.

Originally, I was idle to learn to play, but I didn't expect it to come in handy here and now.

Zimo put his hands into palms, his thumb on his palm, and his middle finger clasped tightly on it.

He slowly raised his palms above his head and slammed into the mountain.

Although Zimo's movements seem to be slow, they seem extremely fast in the eyes of some people.

It's really incredible.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Three loud noises came, and Zimo's body was directly knocked to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

And that mountain peak shook a few times, and continued to fall towards Zimo, which was bound to kill him.

It seemed that Zimo's resistance this time was like a mantis arm as a car, but the people with the highest cultivation had a look of horror in their eyes.

That's because cracks have appeared on the peaks of the mountains and rivers fan.

This is the power that the Three-Tailed Fox Clan can reach!

After Zimo hit the ground, he supported the ground with one hand and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He didn't bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked up at the mountain that wanted his life.

"Rejoice, my monks, as it should be!"

Zimo grinned and slapped his arm on the ground hard.

With the help of the power of reaction, Zimo's figure rushed towards the mountain peak like a meteor.

The vitality on both hands, the power of the demon Shura, and the power of the demon Shura are pervasive.

The three colors shine brightly at this moment.

The cohesion formula was issued again.

The two collided again.

Thundered!

Thundered!

The sound of rolling and exploding came, which shook people's ears and hurt.

Zimo's figure fell to the ground again.

Only this time he didn't lie down, but stood there steadily.

And the mountain that the mountain and river fan turned into a mountain shattered violently.

Rubble flew and fell from Zimo's side.

He stretched out his thumb to wipe the blood off the corner of his mouth, "The water god will be the white mountains and rivers, but that's it!" ”

This sentence seemed to completely ignite Bai Shanhe's anger.

He was already jealous that Zimo could walk with Zuo Ling Ghost Ji, and he had already hated Zimo in his heart.

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Because he has been obsessed with Zuo Ling Ghost Ji since he first saw her, and even with the passage of time, he has reached the point of madness.

Helplessly, the falling flowers are intentionally ruthless, although Zuo Ling Ghost Ji has no Taoist companions, but he is not pretending to be a color for his Baishan River.

Until he saw Zuo Ling Ghost Ji and Zimo talking and laughing, and holding Zimo's arm like intimacy.

How can Baishanhe endure?

If you can't help it, you'll go crazy!

Especially a person like him, who has some evil spirit in his bones, and will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

So since he can't get it, then he won't let others get it.

In his heart, he had already sentenced Zimo to death, and all he lacked was a chance!

Now that he sees Zimo, he knows that his opportunity has come.

But Zimo survived his own attacks again and again, and he was even more sarcastic.

The hatred in Bai Shanhe's heart is still monstrous.

The mountain and river fan in his hand spun rapidly, emitting a misty faint light, and he shouted, "Tui! ”

In an instant, two pitch-black mountain peaks appeared in mid-air, like the palms of two giants, one left and one right, struck towards Zimo.

Zimo's expression was solemn at this moment.

Neither of these two peaks can be compared to the previous one, if it is still by the strength of the flesh, then he will definitely be slapped into a meatloaf.

The eight natal magic weapons all flew out and surrounded Zimo's body.

"Nine swordsmanship, seventy-two swords!"

Eight flying swords spread out in mid-air in an instant.

A dense flying sword appeared in the sky, Zimo put his fingers together, and said in a low voice, "Go!" ”

The flying sword was like a long snake, flashing with a palpitating light, slashing towards the two black peaks.

The sound of metal delivery echoed all around, and the two peaks seemed to be castrated, but they were more or less blocked by the ink.

Fist-sized pieces of rubble fell, smashing into the ground.

A fist-sized stone can make such a loud noise, and its weight can be imagined.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zimo's figure flew in the air in a flash, and his one-handed move Sumeru mustard sword fell into his hand.

"Sumeru mustard slash!"

The Sumeru chop and the mustard seed chop are combined into one.

Zimo's figure switches back and forth between virtual and real, making it difficult to see.

Two colored sword qi flew out of the Sumeru mustard sword and slashed at the two black peaks.

Suddenly.

A crack appeared visible to the naked eye on the two peaks.

Zimo controlled so many flying swords at the same time, and used Sumeru mustard slash, his breathing was a little stagnant.

The whole person fell to the ground again, but when he was still more than three feet high from the ground, he suddenly stopped his body, bent his legs slightly, and rushed forward again.

He shouted loudly in his mouth, "Bing Xie sealed the soul sword, return!" ”

The gray-black Soldier Sealing Soul Sword flew upside down and fell back into his hand.

Zimo held the Sumeru Mustard Seed Sword in his left hand, and held the Bing Xie Soul Sealing Sword in his right hand.

"Bing Xie's Soul Sealing Technique!"

The words fell, and the Bing Xie Soul Sealing Sword in his right hand emitted a burst of black light.

One after another, the pitch-black figures flew out, hugged their fists towards Zimo, and then rushed towards the two peaks without hesitation.

As the soul of the instrument, they are not afraid of death, and they only fight for their masters!

In their hearts, this is a mission and a great honor.

This belief is deeply engraved in their souls.

Till death rest!

One of the old men looked at Zimo as if he was looking at his own master back then, and he laughed silently, extremely fast!

The people below had already been impressed by Zimo's dazzling spells, and even looked forward to Zimo's defeat of the water god Bai Shanhe in their hearts.

Some young Sky Fox clans clenched their fists, as if it was not Zimo who was fighting with Baishanhe at this moment, but them.

That is the desire for the strong, that is the worship of the strong.

A loud bang came from the air, and most of the two black peaks had been cut off by Zimo, only a quarter of their original size.

Just when everyone thought that Zimo was struck this blow, the two peaks suddenly merged together like magnets, and fell towards Zimo at a faster speed.

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Zimo was covered in sweat and hair and stood upside down, and withdrew the remaining six flying swords.

He gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, "Nine Heavens Hell Yan Sword Formation, slash!" ”

There was no other way, Zimo could only use his strongest move to meet this fateful blow.

The word "chop" cut through the space and fell directly on the black mountain.

Bai Shanhe saw Zimo's blow, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

It was this blow that almost killed him, this is the power of the sword array!

can let a three-tailed sky fox cross the two realms and hit him hard.

In fact, Bai Shanhe was wrong, Zimo at this moment is not a three-tailed sky fox, but a four-tailed skyfox.

It's just that he is not a real sky fox, so he did not grow a fourth tail, giving Bai Shanhe a subjective illusion.

Zimo's true cultivation is already in the late stage of the spirit infant!

"This is a sword formation! It really has the power of ghosts and gods! ”

Yan Shengtian sighed lightly, with exclamation and envy.

As he spoke, the second form of the Shanhe Fan's spell had been blocked by Zimo.

The black peak shattered, and the rubble rained down.

Zimo stood in mid-air, eight flying swords buzzing.

At this moment, he won the respect of everyone.

Bai Shanhe's eyes were red, and he stared at Zimo.

Ever since he became a god general, no one had ever pushed him to such a point, and he was still a three-tailed sky fox.

Although he was suppressed for cultivation at the moment, it was something he couldn't bear.

This will not only have a huge impact on his reputation, but will also become his demon in the future.

So he absolutely couldn't let Zimo leave alive.

"I admit that I underestimated you, yes, that's all, you still have to die, Bai Yuyi, you must die!"

Bai Shanhe said frantically, he bit the tip of his tongue and spewed a mouthful of essence blood into the Shanhe fan in his hand.

At this moment, his appearance in cloak formed a huge contrast with the gentle and elegant in the past, and people couldn't help but feel that this was the true appearance of Bai Shanhe, and his usual appearance was just his disguise.

The mountain and river fan in Bai Shanhe's hand suddenly changed color at this moment, becoming a scarlet color.

His eyes widened and he yelled, "Mountain!" (Note: This character is a word in the shape of three mountain characters, pronounced shi, which means high mountain, and can be Baidu by itself.) But the website does not show it, only the mountain character is used instead. ）

Performing this technique, it was already beyond the limit that he could withstand from the peak of the soul realm at this moment, his face was pale, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person looked sluggish.

But the madness in his eyes was even more intense.

seems to have predicted Zimo's fate.

This style, not to mention his three-tailed peak, even if it is the five-tailed peak, he must be hated!

If it was unleashed by him in his heyday, there would be no possibility of survival under the shattered realm.

Because this style is not just as simple as three peaks, but can form an amplification, making this style more powerful than the previous two styles combined.

As soon as the three scarlet peaks appeared, a huge oppressive force was immediately formed.

Zimo in mid-air was directly pressed to the ground, as if there was an invisible big hand holding him directly in his hand.

Zimo's blood vessels bulged out all over his body, his green tendons burst out, and even the huge pressure made him tremble uncontrollably.

The bloodshot in his eyes seemed to break through his eyeballs, and two tiny streams of blood flowed out of the corners of his eyes.

Zimo only felt that it was difficult to breathe, and his vision gradually blurred.

He lay on the ground, his toes digging two finger-deep holes in the ground.

His legs were supported by his toes, and the ten fingers of Zimo's hands were tightly inserted into the ground.

He wants to stand up!

But the body that had just been arched was like a deflated ball, and it lay on the ground again.

He struggled to turn his mud-stained face over and watched the three peaks fall mercilessly.

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