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It is better to live standing than to die on your knees!

Zhou Yang is firm in this belief, even if it costs his life, he will not hesitate to do so. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Split, slash!"

An earth-shattering sword aura, with endless true yuan power, was like a roaring dragon, and the Zhige Sword was sandwiched with a powerful pillar of qi, slashing towards the top of Xing Jun's head.

"Look for death!"

Xing Jun showed a trace of annoyance on his face, thinking that with his innate martial arts artistic conception, even if he couldn't kill Zhou Yang on the spot, he could completely lose his combat effectiveness. Unexpectedly, at a young age, Zhou Yang not only comprehended the artistic conception of martial arts, but also the realm was not lower than his own, and even reached the realm of self-solipsism, which made his old face dull.

Now, seeing Zhou Yang give up his defense and take the initiative to attack made him even more furious.

As a deacon elder of the Law Enforcement Hall for so many years, the name of Xingjun, no matter where he goes, will set off a bloody storm. There was no other Holy Church disciple who was not shocked to hear his name, but today, again and again, he was deflated in front of a disciple who had been in the Holy Hall for less than a year and only had the eighth-layer realm of Qi refining, which made him feel the urge to tear Zhou Yang apart.

However, seeing Zhou Yang's thick sword qi and powerful combat skills, he didn't dare to slack off.

Xing Jun holds the sky with both hands, and the person is like King Kong on the ground, stepping on the ground on tiptoe.

Bang!

A stream of dust rose from the ground, which was no weaker than just now.

With the help of this step, the momentum of the innate master on Xing Jun's body exploded in an all-round way, and wave after wave of spiritual coercion overflowed in all directions.

"Ouch, back down, back down. ”

A disciple first held his head, unable to withstand this powerful spiritual pressure, and flew back.

At the same time, the monks of the brigade all felt this powerful aura and broke away from the battle circle as quickly as possible, they did not want to die in the battlefield of the two of them in vain.

Pan Feng was also dragged by some fellow brothers to an open space on East Street, watching the battle between the two from afar.

Even the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall under the leadership of Lei Ba had to avoid this powerful aura and retreated far away, with a look of horror in their eyes.

Most of the power of innate masters has only heard the descriptions of their predecessors and never seen them with their own eyes. Now, just this overflowing aura makes them unbearable, so how much pressure should Zhou Yang, who is in the center of the battle circle, bear.

At this moment, the same disciple who was unwilling because Zhou Yang was unwilling to hold the position of the champion for a month in the Templar Tournament was also completely convinced by him. With the momentum of withstanding the pressure and fighting back, they are weaker than a notch, and this is the gap.

Not only is there a gap in momentum, but even in terms of true yuan and physical cultivation, they also have a big gap.

At this moment, Zhou Yang once again felt the pressure of the sea water squeezing in the 3,000-meter seabed. His body cells were already emitting excitement, and under the pressure, his fighting consciousness became more and more crazy.

Xing Jun saw that Zhou Yang not only did not retreat, but became more and more crazy, and he was even more chilled.

"Heavenly Lightning Strike!"

With his footsteps again, Xing Jun's burly figure rose from the ground.

His right fist was over the top, his left hand was like a giant hammer smashing into the sky, and his right fist was wrapped in a powerful air current, making a burst of explosion.

At the same time, a flash of lightning flickered, and layers of purple light lingered in his fist.

The speed of the torture jun in the air became faster and faster, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder. He wanted to rely on his powerful and strong True Yuan to smash Zhou Yang's sword style, shatter Zhou Yang's body alive, and recast the prestige of the Law Enforcement Hall with blood-colored killing.

Zhou Yang saw Xing Jun's fist getting closer and closer, and the swept up Zhen Yuan, the long sword was a little faster and more powerful.

No refund!

Instead of retreating, he accelerated his attack.

When he saw the purple thunder light covering Xing Jun's fist, he couldn't help but show a strange smile.

"Is there a conscious attack in the fist?"

"All rivers are inclusive!"

In the midst of the cheers, a purple chaotic air mass in Zhou Yangzhihai's sea sprang up quickly. One by one, with all kinds of emotions in the world, containing joy, anger, sorrow, birth, old age, sickness and death, love and hate, the chaotic consciousness formed a storm of consciousness in his brain.

"Turbulence of consciousness, open!"

The powerful turbulence of consciousness swept through the greater heaven and earth aura, silently spreading from Zhou Yang's sea of knowledge to the direction of Xing Jun.

At the same time, Zhou Yang kept moving, as if he didn't see Xing Jun's attack, the person followed the sword shadow and pounced on him.

"Law Enforcement Hall, you killed my junior sister, I fought with you!"

At this moment, a Templar disciple finally lost his way in the chaos that overflowed, remembering the lover who had been torn apart and brutally murdered by the Law Enforcement Hall in the past days, he felt sad and howled and threw himself towards the nearest Law Enforcement Hall disciple.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you, wake up, this is not a place to go wild, stop it. ”

Before the words fell, another scream rang out.

"You demon, I'm going to kill you!"

A weak-willed disciple ran to a martial cultivator beside him crying bitterly, grabbed his neck, and shook wildly.

"Lei Ba, last time you dared to humiliate me in public, accept your life!"

Another disciple shouted and rushed towards the crowd in the Law Enforcement Hall.

It's messed up, everything is messed up. Some of the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall with lower cultivation also fell into a chaotic situation under the unintentional attack of Zhou Yang's chaotic consciousness, and not only did they not perform their duties of guarding repeatedly, but instead began to fight with their brothers who usually fought.

Lei Ba looked at this chaotic scene, and was a little helpless with a knife and speechless. This is also the first time he has encountered this situation, he is helpless, and the increasingly powerful chaotic consciousness makes it difficult for him to control his emotions. It was as if he saw the depths of a sea of blood, and the disciples who were killed by him in the process of law enforcement stretched out their claws and pounced on themselves......

Xing Jun also sensed this unusual aura, but in battle, he would not shake his mind because of other people's lives. He didn't understand where this chaotic consciousness came from, thinking that it was just Zhou Yang's emotional disorder and the last madness that broke out, so he didn't care.

Taking a deep breath, he let out a loud shout and rushed upwards faster.

Just as the fist wrapped in powerful spiritual light was about to meet the Zhige Sword, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Zhou Yang's chaotic consciousness was under the control of his divine sense, like a sharp cone piercing towards Xing Jun's sea of consciousness. A turbulent current was like a mountain and a sea, frantically attacking Xing Jun's main consciousness.

Zhou Yang knew that although the Chaos Consciousness was powerful, with his current strength, it was not enough to control Xing Jun's main consciousness, but this kind of prominent attack would definitely make Xing Jun's tenacious consciousness create a gap.

Fighting is to seize the fleeting opportunity, and this gap is enough for him to do a lot of things.

At this moment, Zhou Yang was dual-minded, while using his consciousness to attack, he was wielding a long sword, and the sword in his hand was like a rainbow, like a plow, from top to bottom, straight to Xingjun. The Great Wilderness God

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