"This old man's strength is not ordinary, I just don't know, can Zi Yingsheng be the opponent of the other party?"

Su Chen looked at the other party and said with a fixed look in his eyes.

Judging from the current battle, the strength of the gray-robed old man of the True Martial God Temple is not ordinary.

"Kill!"

The blow did not distinguish the winner or loser, and the gray-robed old man attacked and killed the purple immortal again.

The palm of his hand was purple, like a purple cloud, and there were no special moves, but the purple immortal opposite him did not underestimate the power of this palm.

This old man of the True Martial God Temple is absolutely extraordinary.

After all, this is definitely one of the important forbidden places of the True Martial God Temple.

He could feel the terrifying power contained in the palm of the opponent's hand, as well as the killing moves contained in it.

"Kill!"

also snorted, the light in his eyes flickered, and his palm was blasted out with a punch, punched out, and the dragon shadow followed, and the emperor's killing technique attacked towards the falling punch.

"Poof"

The dragon shadow collided with the palm, and the dragon shadow was suddenly restricted by a wave of energy, unable to move in it.

Boom!

The palm of the hand slapped one after another, and the restricted dragon shadow was smashed by the palm, turning into a stream of essence that was dissolved by the palm, and the aftermath of the palm continued to go towards the purple underworld.

The qi and blood on Zi Yingsheng's body skyrocketed, shattering the aftermath of the falling palm.

"One trick to solve you! Purple Gold True Dragon Hand! ”

Zi Ming let out a long roar, his blood and qi soared to the sky, and the whole person's spirit and spirit rose again, and a huge dragon shadow appeared behind him, the dragon shadow was purple and golden, and the entire sky trembled as soon as it appeared.

"What a powerful power fluctuation!"

Seeing this blow, Su Chen's eyes froze, and he looked at the purple-golden dragon that was suspended behind the purple immortal.

Rumble!

The giant dragon appeared, its huge eyes staring at the gray-robed old man of the True Martial God Temple.

"Boom!"

Zi Ming swallowed mountains and rivers angrily, and slapped his big palm at the gray-robed old man.

The purple gold dragon circled behind him, following the palm of his hand towards the gray-robed old man.

The vigor and blood of this palm, coupled with the dragon's turnover, was terrifying, and it had incomparable terrifying power.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the aura fluctuations on the old man of the True Martial God Temple were no longer calm.

His whole body exudes a thousand zhang of brilliance, illuminating thousands of mountains and rivers, like a flower god.

"True martial arts, true god body!"

The gray-robed old man roared, at this moment, the qi, blood and energy on the gray-robed old man's body turned out to be extremely terrifying, no worse than that purple mortal.

The terrifying power erupted, like a flame, enveloping this martial arts arena.

Rumble!

The palm of his hand was raised, and a blurred figure appeared behind him.

The figure was shining brightly, just like the gray-robed old man, and he blasted out together, and the power of one palm was enough to collapse the sky.

"Boom!"

With a palm, it was overwhelming, and every inch of space was a terrifying divine glow, making people's souls throb!

Collided with the purple immortal fist.

"You also want to deal with me, a junior, kill you in my True Martial God Temple today, and use your blood to pour the stone carving of the hall master."

The old man of the True Martial God Temple, his strength exploded, and his mouth was full of tears.

"Boom!"

He swung his palm again, as if the giant hand of the heavens had fallen down.

The divine light was like a sea of clouds, drowning everything, and it was necessary to suppress all the attacks of the purple underlife.

"Bang!"

Purple Immortal's attack collides with the opponent's attack.

The purple-gold dragon shattered.

And this time.

His body was directly fanned out by the palm of the gray-robed old man's hand, covered in blood, and cracks appeared on his body, and blood continued to flow out of the cracks, sticking together with the cracks.

Appears to be seriously injured,

"Well, this old man burst out with extraordinary power in an instant!"

Su Chen, who was watching the battle, was stunned, he didn't expect the Purple Immortal to erupt, and the gray-robed old man also erupted, and the power that erupted was even stronger than that Purple Immortal.

"His strength has changed, and he should cultivate the Shinto of the Middle Ages."

Yuan Suiyun said in a deep voice.

Recently, he has learned a lot, and he has some understanding of the cultivation methods of gods and immortals, and now the cultivation methods of this era are aimed at detachment, which is still different from the way of immortals.

Detachment is based on the true element in the body, plus one's own divine soul, qi and blood as the auxiliary, to achieve detachment.

The True Martial Shrine is a force that has risen in this era, and it has always shown people the method of transcending with martial arts, but now there are people who are cultivating Shinto.

And this person's strength is extremely extraordinary.

At this moment, the purple immortal who was repelled by a palm had a solemn look in his eyes.

He didn't expect to be slapped like this by the other party.

This is the first time he has been injured in this way since he became a giant in the emperor.

"He is worthy of being a master of guarding this ancestral hall!"

Zi Mingsheng was surprised in his heart, he himself became a giant among the emperors, and it can be said that he can be regarded as a hero.

"The True Martial God Temple is really extraordinary, it's a pity!"

Zi Mingsheng's eyes froze, he actually came, of course, with hole cards, the other party has a master sitting here, itself is in his expectation.

"The strength is so weak, and you dare to come, I really don't know why you have such courage!"

At this moment, the gray-robed old man stepped forward, his eyes staring at Zi Yingsheng tightly, and the power of True Yuan exploded on his body, everywhere.

The terrifying power fluctuations collapsed the surrounding void, showing absolute power.

Of course, he won't underestimate this purple mortal.

"Really? Since I dare to come, I have a way to deal with you! ”

Zi Mingsheng let out a low roar.

Suddenly, a huge force appeared in the body.

This force quickly repaired the injuries on his body, and condensed a force outside his body to resist the aura emanating from the gray-robed old man's body.

"Interesting, but it's a pity that you still can't escape death!"

Seeing this, the gray-robed old man didn't give Zi Mingsheng time to change, and slapped his big hand downward.

The true yuan is like the sea, and once again the martial arts arena is submerged, and the true yuan is turned into a mang, and every wisp can kill a strong man.

So much True Yuan Light is terrifying.

"Origin Monument!"

As this force continued to approach, the Purple Immortal sacrificed a huge stone tablet in his hand.

The stele is as black as a stone platform.

As soon as it appeared, it emitted rolling power fluctuations, and every wisp of Li Mang that swept was blocked by the stone tablet, and it was impossible to get a single step close to the body of the Purple Nether.

"Hmm!"

Looking at the huge stone tablet that suppressed him, the gray-robed old man's expression changed.

Rumble!

Just when his expression changed.

The energy fluctuations on the stone tablet unfolded, instantly became larger, turned into a big seal, and suppressed the gray-robed old man.

The gray-robed old man threw out a punch, and boom, the fist collided with the big seal made by the stone tablet.

But the strength of the fist was shattered by the impact of the stone monument.

The whole person was hit by the stone tablet and flew upside down, and the arm that was bombarded out was bent, and blood burst out

"Origin Divine Monument, how can you have it? Are you from the Origin God Dynasty? ”

The injured gray-robed old man knew the Origin Monument.

"Yes, I am the Origin God Dynasty Purple Immortal!"

"I'm sending you on your way now."

Zi Mingsheng said with a cold look in his eyes.