Boom Boom!

The sound of collision continued.

Yang Jungui stared at the horizontal, the blood spirit sword yuan between his palms and fingers, the power of qi and blood flowed, and he firmly grasped the [Reverse Blood Yuan Wheel] with one hand, blocking the cutting of the blood wheel.

Even if Yin Li urged with all his might, it only left a few white marks on his palm.

"How is that possible?"

Yin Li was frightened, and the improvement of Qi Hai's spiritual power was just that, when did the "Innate Sword Body" have such a powerful physical power?

He saw it clearly, he was able to restrain the blood wheel without much injury, and it was more by the strength of the body, which even bred qi and blood.

The physical body is comparable to the best spirit soldier?

"Today, you are no match for me."

Yang Jungui's body was turbulent, and the fist power of the "King Kong Hammer" between his fists was strong and majestic.

Although it is only the first form of the [Vajra Method], it is equivalent to the top level of the medium-grade battle method.

But with his current strength, the power even overwhelms the top-grade combat method and the moves equivalent to the top-grade.

The fist burst into the air, squeezing the air with a dull popping sound, and blood splattered in midair.

Pei Wenhui felt that his arm was numb, and the back of his hand was a little confused, obviously suffering a lot of losses during the collision.

Fang Zhilan looked at the jade arm like porcelain, but there were a lot of crack-like blood marks on it.

That's all.

Yang Jungui was very wild, he held the [Reverse Blood Yuan Wheel] in his hand, picked it up directly, and shook it towards the spirit soldiers who were called by the two.

Bang Bang Bang!

The sound of the collision was as deafening as a thunderbolt.

Waves of qi visible to the naked eye swept through the air, and the endless soul sound and thunder and lightning light were all shattered.

Pei Wenhui's face was pale, he claimed to be the Tianjiao of this generation, and he was not weaker than anyone among his peers, but he was deflated by Yang Jungui again and again.

In the future, will it be spread out, and the reputation of the three of you will become one?

Fang Zhilan's eyes also contained a chill in the depths, she recalled the spirit soldier [Ten Thousand Ghost Devouring Soul Bell], staring at the figure with a cloudy and uncertain expression.

"What other hole cards should be played quickly, do you still have to keep some reservations at this time?"

Yin Li's face was hideous, and his eyes looked scarlet, as if they contained two blood pools condensed by killing intent.

He gave up the [Reverse Blood Yuan Wheel] and slammed his body towards Yang Jungui, and the faster one was a blood light that inadvertently broke through the air.

Wrapped in the blood light was a blood wheel.

And unlike the [Reverse Blood Yuan Wheel] in Yang Jungui's hands, this is the inferior Xuanbing [Finger Extreme Blood Wheel].

The blood wheel swirled, the swirling air currents formed a scarlet whirlwind, and the bluestone-paved floor shattered like foam, forming a ravine.

It's just that in an instant, it's closer.

Yang Jungui's eyes froze, and he shook his hand and hit the reverse blood yuan wheel.

The two blood wheels collided, and the reverse blood yuan wheel collapsed and flew out, and some gaps appeared on it.

However, the power of the Extreme Blood Chakra was also blocked.

In the next moment, Yang Jungui held the Qingying Sword in his hand, and the sword light of the one-word sword slashing Sen Han was intertwined with the blood-colored whirlwind.

The handover was short, and the air seemed to be still for a moment.

Then there was a violent explosion, and at this moment, there was a wind and thunder in the sky, and there was an electric light that swept through, illuminating the already dim night sky.

Then the bean-sized raindrops rolled down.

Between the rolling waves, I don't know how many bluestone floor tiles are shooting around.

Seven or eight zhang away, I don't know whose courtyard wall is covered with bluestone floor fragments, like a hedgehog, and even collapsed a lot.

"Go back!" Yang Jungui let out a low shout, and the Qing Ying Sword let out a soft groan, and the strength of the Mighty Ran knocked it away.

Hum!

Yin Li let out a muffled snort, and his face changed suddenly.

At this time, he had already rushed to Yang Jungui's approach, trying with all his strength to control the Finger Extreme Blood Wheel Wheel, but the power coming from the Blood Wheel was not something he could control at all.

The speed at which the blood wheel was knocked away could not be stopped in the slightest, and after plowing a ravine, a hole was blasted into a courtyard wall.

At the end, a three-story wooden building collapsed.

Yin Li gritted his teeth wildly, regardless of the ruthlessness towards Yang Jun's return.

He urged all the essences, and with the power of the Blood Hell, the second type of the Seven Aperture Blood Hells Palm was brought into full play by him.

Even if this blow is a first-class Tianshan Realm martial artist, who has opened up six or seven springs, he will be hit hard.

Yin Li's crazy eyes were cold, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a cruel smile: "What are you going to do to block this blow?" ”

Yang Jungui's face was indifferent, and two sword lights that were like essence shot out between the opening and closing of his eyes.

The whole body of the sword turned into a silver-white color, and the two sword lights intertwined and rotated with each other, striking towards Yin Li.

It is the swordsmanship of the eye light.

However, this swordsmanship has already reached the realm of transformation in his hands, and he has escaped from the original cage, and the level has exceeded the first-line of middle-grade swordsmanship.

The two sword lights pulled and rotated each other, and the speed was faster, like a streamer, and the power was even more fierce.

"Crush me!"

Yin Li roared furiously, wanting to break the silver-white sword body strongly.

However, suddenly, his complexion changed suddenly, and his figure couldn't help but retreat.

Finally standing firm, he looked at the wound that almost penetrated his palm, and his face was extremely ugly.

On the other side, Pei Wenhui and Fang Zhilan's pupils couldn't help shrinking, and they no longer hesitated to instantly hit the inferior Xuanbing [Purple Xuanxing Meteor Knife] and [White Bone Dementor Bell].

At the same time, a somewhat surprising voice sounded.

"Yang Jungui, see where else you can escape today?"

"I spared your life before, but now I'm here to find death?"

Yang Jungui turned his head in surprise, and a cold lightning seemed to flash in his eyes.

Gong Yuan Qi was stunned, and after the battle of Heishui Mountain, he fled back to the sect in embarrassment, turning endless humiliation into motivation and breaking through the peak of the Qi Sea Realm.

It has also become a powerful tactic.

thought he could wash away the shame, but the news that came later made him more and more desperate.

Today, he originally wanted to see Yang Jungui's desperate appearance of powerless struggle, so that he would be a little happy.

But resentment and resentment filled his heart, so he couldn't help but make a move at this time.

He slew with his sword.

"Providence Four Elephant Sword"!

This is one of the most famous swordsmanship in the Sword Gate, which is divided into four swords: 'wind, fire, thunder and lightning', and this formula is the 'wind and lightning'.

Yang Jungui narrowed his eyes and stood still: "Today, I will let you see the gap between you and me." ”

The boundless wind began to roll up, and in an instant, it became more and more urgent.

However, this wind was so cold and biting, it was a storm formed by sword qi.

"Get the hell out of here."

Yang Jungui let out a low shout, and the sword storm slashed out, and there was no raindrop within a radius of more than ten zhang.

In the distance, Liu Yanghong, Han Jingcong, and Wu Kuohai couldn't help but change their colors.

Wait for the sword qi to subside.

Pei Wenhui and Fang Zhilan had dark faces, their clothes were tattered, and they were dark and stained with blood.

Gong Yuanqi smashed on a ruin, and he couldn't even stand up for a while.

"Is this beast so strong?" Several elders were shocked.

"Whether I'll die or not, I don't know, but you'll die before me."

Yang Jungui's voice was like a ghost whispering, appearing in Gong Yuanqi's ears.

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I feel like I've written too much about fights, but it's not good to write a brush, what do you think?