Yang Zhen's punch contains the power of millions of Xuan Qi, if it can be released, it is equivalent to a blow from the master of Qi cultivation, and he also has the heart of killing, the fist is deep, whistling in the wind, in the small cave, there is a sharp sound of strong wind, in Fang Duanru's ears, it seems that there are hundreds of fists whistling in the sky, and then gathered together, condensing into an earth-shattering killing.

"So powerful" Fang Qianru is not only a genius, but also a master, as soon as Yang Zhen made a move, he knew that Yang Zhen was a fierce opponent.

He rushed fast and retreated faster, not daring to easily catch the edge of Yang Zhen's fist.

"Whoosh" Fang Duru rushed over like the wind, and then retreated like lightning.

His figure was retreating wildly, Yang Zhen's fist was also chasing him, Fang Qianru couldn't see Yang Zhen's figure anymore, in his eyes, there was only this Cui Ming's fist.

"Golden Wind Drizzle Sword"

Fang raised his hand violently, volleyed a little, and actually used a great magic technique.

You must know that in the Flawless Sword Sect, below the cultivation of qi, you are not qualified to learn the Great Divine Technique, unless you have made a monstrous contribution to the sect, or you are a genius peerless disciple who has been trained by the sect.

Fang Jianru belongs to the latter, and he made an exception to learn the great magic technique.

With his strength in the middle stage of bone refining, he could not exert the true power of the Great Divine Technique.

But he volleyed a little, the sword was like a mountain, the golden wind and drizzle, and it continued.

Zheng, more than a hundred sword qi appeared in the air in an instant, and they converged into a torrent and rolled over.

Pounce, pounce, pounce, the walls around the cave also cracked in an instant, the sword qi swept in all directions, causing the ground to shake, and the people behind Fang Duan Ru were panicked one by one, and kept retreating.

"Great Divine Powers?" Yang Zhen saw it, and he didn't panic, do you think you are Murong Wan'er? I want you to let you know that although the divine powers are strong, they also need to be supported by Xuanqi.

"Immediately horizontal punch" Yang Zhen did not evade, a simple punch, and sturdily punched into this endless torrent.

He has a tough body and a million mystical qi, as long as the other party does not have a powerful magic weapon, he is not afraid at all.

Boom, there was a huge explosion in the hole, and Yang Zhen's fist smashed into the endless storm like a meteor, and then exploded, destroying all the storms, leaving only the splendor of the meteor.

"Wow puff-" Fang Qianru took a mouthful of blood, his face was like dirt, he couldn't believe that the Golden Wind Drizzle Sword had been broken by Yang Zhen with a punch in an instant.

At this time, his figure was still retreating, and Yang Zhen's fist had no signs of weakening.

The fist is like a dragon, the person is like a god, Yang Zhen is no different from the ancient gods in the eyes of the refining bones at this moment.

They had never seen a thing of breaking the supernatural power with boxing, and it was a great supernatural power.

Fang Qianru was still retreating, he had already retreated to the place near the entrance of the cave, and he sang fiercely, and suddenly rose from the ground behind him.

"Ancient Stone Tablet"

An imposing blue-purple stele appeared behind him.

His magic weapon, the high-grade treasure, and the ancient stone tablet appeared.

As soon as this stele comes out, the whole stone cave, dark clouds cover the sun, the wind is howling, and there is a mysterious atmosphere that lasts forever on the stele, and it is the ancient magic weapon of countless years ago at a glance.

"Yang Zhen, you forced me, this magic weapon is an ancient thing that my master Ye Ziyi got in the underground competition back then, today, I am underground, and I will use it to send you back to the west. ”

"Suppress the eons, gods and demons should stand. ”

Fang Jianru shouted violently and waved his hand to cover the sky.

Boom, the stone tablet appeared above Yang Zhen's head in an instant, as if an ancient tomb fell from the sky, and the sorrowful screams of countless demons and undead were endless, and in the dark, it seemed that there were many claws grasping Yang Zhen.

It seems that this stone tablet is sealed with extremely powerful ancient demons, and maybe even gods and demons.

"Hiss" Yang Zhen gasped.

Because he had already felt that the magic weapon was falling from the sky, suppressing the eight directions, and his fist momentum, under the power of this magic weapon, was incomparably small.

What's even more terrifying is the mysterious will in this magic weapon, condensing countless undead-like black aura, as if reproducing the traces of ancient gods and demons.

Although he couldn't see it with the naked eye, he could feel that in the stone tablet, there were Taotian demon hands tearing at him, and each demon hand had terrifying power.

Is this magic weapon terrifying?

It's almost beyond the limits of a high-grade treasure.

According to legend, the magic weapon practiced by gods and demons can only be used by gods and demons, this is obviously a magic weapon practiced by gods and demons, why can Fang Confucianism use it?

But at this time, there is no time for Yang Zhen to think about miscellaneous things.

He hurriedly retracted his fist, flicked his backhand from his waist, and with a crisp sound in the air, a fire dragon roared out.

"Wow roar" the fire dragon roared up, like a divine dragon flying, swishing, in an instant, on the ancient stone tablet of Fang Duru in an instant, dozens of ways were entangled in a row, and his magic weapon was densely entangled.

What suppressed the power of eternity, what black hands of gods and demons, all turned into nothing in the side carving.

"What kind of magic weapon is this?" Fang Qianru and the others were dumbfounded.

The next moment, with a whew, the entire stele was burned.

Blaze the sky, slay demons with flames.

"Woo-" The stele trembled, and there was a faint scream of gods and demons.

"It's a long whip? Fang Confucianism finally swept the magic weapon that Yang Zhen sacrificed.

Yang Zhen also has high-grade treasures.

This is the magic weapon that got Qi Huo last time underground.

The high-grade treasure "Qihuo Golden Whip".

Because it is a high-grade treasure weapon, it cannot be used before entering the bone refining, and now Yang Zhen can finally use it.

Qi Huo is a descendant of the Ancient Divine Beasts, his ancestors were born in the same era as the Ancient Gods and Demons, and both were once the most powerful beings in this world.

The Qihuo Golden Whip is no worse than the ancient stone tablet.

Moreover, in Yang Zhen's hands, his Xuan Qi far surpassed that of Fang Duru and the power he displayed was even stronger.

If this son is not killed today, but he grows up another day, he must be the great enemy of me and my master, and in an instant, Fang Duru regarded Yang Zhen as the number one enemy.

I saw that his face was not afraid, his hands were folded, and his mouth was full of words.

"In the world of the heavens, there is only the will of the gods and demons, the stone tablet of eternity, and the suppression of the souls of the Three Realms-"

Buzzing, the whole ground shook.

With his incantation, the entire body of the ancient stone tablet trembled, and black essence light burst through the sky, through the cave, through the underground, through the endless void, almost mapping to the mysterious depths of the universe.

"Not good. Yang Zhen felt that his Qihuo Golden Whip already had traces that could not entangle the ancient stone tablet.

Fang Qianru didn't know what spell he was using to communicate with the ancient gods and demons.

The stele seemed to be blessed, and the waves of demonic flames rose into the sky, and the breath of gods and demons became stronger and stronger.

The other Xuanshi around him couldn't intervene at all now, and in the face of the battle between the two masters, they could only retreat one after another, retreating to the entrance of the cave, and there was no way to retreat.

They looked at the stone tablet cast by Fang Duru in horror, just like seeing a peerless big devil.

If there is someone from the Heavenly Emperor Gate here, he must regard Fang Duru as a demon crooked way, a master of the Dark Demon Gate.

"Do you know why I'm so genius? Because I am a descendant of gods and demons, with the blood of gods and demons, gods and demons are the fastest cultivating race in the heavenly world, you humans will never be able to surpass us, suffer death, Yang Zhen - you will be the first genius to die under my stone tablet-"

As Fang Qianru's divine thoughts passed into Yang Zhen's mind, his ancient stone tablet shook again, and the power of gods and demons collapsed in all directions like a tide.

Bang, bang, bang, Yang Zhen's Qihuo Golden Whip finally couldn't support it, and it broke inch by inch, divided into dozens of sections.

"Good. Fang Qianru's subordinates applauded, and everyone was overjoyed.

"Whoa-whoa-" The long groan of the divine beast appeared in the air again.

The golden whip of Qihuo, which was broken into dozens of sections, seemed to have turned into dozens of fire dragons.

Brush brush, pass through the top of Fang Duru's head, and shoot out backwards.

"What?"

Fang Qianru and the others' faces changed greatly.

Before he could react, several fire dragons entangled Zhu Dabao.

Obviously, Yang Zhen was fighting with Fang Duru and was suppressed by the Ancient Stone Tablet, but the Qihuo Golden Whip suddenly attacked Zhu Dabao.

Not to mention Fang Duru, even Zhu Dabao didn't have time to react.

"Ahh

"Kill yourself. Yang Zhen crossed Fang Qianru and killed Zhu Dabao in one fell swoop, laughed proudly, and stretched out his hand to take a shot.

"Whoosh" more than a dozen fire dragons flew back into his hands, re-condensed, and turned into a complete Qihuo Golden Whip again.

This magic weapon can be broken and reorganized, shocking everyone and shocking Fang Quan.

"Kill, let's go together. Dong Butang saw it and hurriedly roared.

"Zheng, Zheng, Zheng. ”

"Brush. ”

Xie Xiaoyu, Mao Shuangjian, and the other five people brought by Fang Duru, and even the people who came with Zhu Dabao sacrificed magic weapons, and everyone looked at Yang Zhen with hostility.

At this moment, almost everyone regarded Yang Zhen as an enemy.

"Don't move. Only Fang Qianru knew that Yang was really powerful, and hurriedly spoke out to stop it.

When these people come up, they will only bring about their own destruction.

Sure enough, before his words fell, Yang Zhen let out a long laugh.

"A hundred steps into a shadow. ”

Whoosh, Yang Zhen's figure ignored the ancient stone tablet that came from the suppression above his head, and his body appeared in front of Dong Butang like a divine dragon.

"Ten thousand flowers are like a dream" Dong Butang's eyes were crimson, a sword came, brushed, a low-grade treasure weapon cut out ten thousand white flowers in his hand, the sword shadow was like rain, and each sword was slashed at Yang Zhen's vital point.

He was eager to make meritorious contributions, looking at the suppression of the ancient stone tablet above Yang Zhen's head, he didn't believe that Yang Zhen would dare to divide his heart to fight against him.

But seeing Yang Zhenmeng take a step forward, he didn't care about the ancient stone tablet above his head, 'The stone is shattering.' ’

Bang, a punch into Dong Butang's swordsmanship.

When this punch came out, the situation on the field changed suddenly, and the whole world moved with this punch, as if it really hit the earth-shattering change.

Dong Butang's heart trembled, his wrist vibrated non-stop, and he felt the infinite power in his face like breaking the mystical qi of the heavens, surging layer by layer.

Yang Zhen, who was in the early stage of bone refining, actually played the power of Xuan Qi to release it.

Dong Butang was really stunned.

Looking at Yang Zhen's fist momentum, it is almost equivalent to beating out all the Xuan Qi in his body.

It is completely equivalent to the power of a blow from a qi cultivation master.

"Shocking?" Dong Butang exclaimed, wanting to retreat.

"Bang, bang," his sword qi shattered first, and countless sword shadows turned into rain under Yang Zhen's fist.

Dong Butang hurriedly put away his sword and flew back.

But Yang Zhen's fist chased after him.

The hole was so small that there was no place for him to dodge.

"Bang" Yang Zhen caught up with Dong Butang and punched him.

"Ah--Senior Brother Fang-" Dong Butang screamed unwillingly.

"Fluttering" the whole body was divided into several pieces in front of everyone's eyes.

Yang Zhen punched him into several pieces.