Chapter 132: The Ten Thousand Immortals Conference (3)

On the martial arts stage, Yang Zhuoxian, almost at the same time, a black-clothed monk with an angry face appeared on the martial arts stage. Bayi . 8 nets 1 small z.

"Iron-faced Yama is a good opponent." This thought immediately popped up in Yang Zhuo's heart, and after reading the information about the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, Yang Zhuo could call out the name of almost every monk.

"Under Yang Zhuo, please advise." Yang Zhuo saluted slightly.

"Iron-faced Yama." The cold voice almost came out of the throat.

Yang Zhuo moved, and it was better to strike first against such a cold opponent.

I saw Yang Zhuo's hands move slightly, and a green sword light appeared in front of him, and slashed towards the iron-faced Yama.

Seeing that Yang Zhuo didn't use his weapon, the iron-faced Yan Luo couldn't help but be slightly angry, does this kid look down on himself? You don't even use weapons to fight with yourself, and since you don't know whether you live or die, kid, don't blame me. Immediately, a black shield was offered and met the green sword.

Seeing that the iron-faced Yama actually used a shield to meet his sword, Yang Zhuo smiled slightly, then moved his hands slightly, and the next moment, the green sword turned into a drill.

"What is this kid doing? Did he think he could fight the shield with this drill? The iron-faced Yama was very puzzled by Yang Zhuo's approach.

However, in the next moment, the iron-faced Yan Luo understood Yang Zhuo's intentions. Bayi Small.

I saw that the green drill bit immediately spun high after it came into contact with the shield of the iron-faced Yama.

Although the shield of the Iron Mask Yama is only a low-grade spiritual weapon, but what grade of Yang Zhuo's unknown spell is that everyone doesn't know, of course, what grade of spell can a Qi refining cultivator master? Like Ruyue, it can already be called a celestial, there is no one in ten thousand, and Yang Zhuo's weird spell is at most on the same level as Ruyue! It's not just the people in the audience who have such thoughts, but also the iron-masked Yama who is fighting.

But in the next moment, everyone was shocked, yes, all these unwanted collisions in the eyes of everyone, the resulting scene, completely subverted everyone's cognition, and many monks were even shocked to close their mouths.

Because the shield of the Iron-Faced Yama under the spiritual weapon level was actually drilled a hole by Yang Zhuo's green inconspicuous drill bit, and he didn't even block it.

What's going on? Not only did everyone watching the battle not believe it, but the iron-faced Yama, who was fighting against Yang Zhuo, also lost his previous calm at this moment, and there was a trace of surprise, but the iron-faced Yama was worthy of being the iron-faced Yama, and the next moment, he came back from this shocked state, and a flash of inspiration flashed on his body, appearing in the upper left corner of Yang Zhuo.

"With calm judgment and accurate battle awareness, this iron-faced Yama really lives up to his reputation. No wonder it is on par with Chang Baifeng, who is ranked among the top 6 masters of Yuanling University. Yang Zhuo secretly admired, but the movements in his hands did not stop.

As soon as the magic trick in Yang Zhuo's hand changed, the green drill bit turned into a green sword again, and slashed towards the iron-faced Yama with lightning speed.

But this time, everyone is no longer as underestimated about Yang Zhuo's strange spell as before, yes, the drill spell that Yang Zhuo cast before looks plain, and it is not as dazzling as other spells, and it doesn't even make people feel the violent spiritual power fluctuations, but it is such an inconspicuous spell, which easily penetrates the shield of the lower grade aura level of the iron-faced Yama, you know, it is a spiritual weapon, unless it is the spell of a monk in the Jindan period, there is no such power, but, A Qi Refining Cultivator casts a spell with the power of a Jindan Monk, this can no longer be described as a miracle, it is simply a miracle. 81 .88 Small 1z.

Although immortal cultivators and gods and demons have always been at odds, this does not prevent everyone from respecting those great gods and demons in ancient times, after all, such a thing as opening the world and opening the world, immortal cultivators can't do it themselves, perhaps, only the legendary innate gods and demons can do it!

Who knows, this strange sword is not the same move as just now, and it contains great danger under that prosaic? The unknown is often the most terrifying, so even the iron-faced Yama has to be moved.

Almost subconsciously, at the moment when Yang Zhuo's sword waved, the iron-faced Yama moved again, but this time, the iron-faced Yama did not blindly dodge, but threw a black ball towards the place where Yang Zhuo was standing.

"Zhu Xianlei? Hey, no, it's an imitation! When Yang Zhuo saw this black ball, he was not only moved, it can be said that the black, even inconspicuous ball in front of him, almost made Yang Zhuo lose his mind, because this brother's black ball was exactly the same as a thing in the game that Yang Zhuo played before he crossed over, in the game, this thing is called Zhuxian Lei.

Since he knew this thing, of course Yang Zhuo knew the power of this thing, and he didn't dare to be careless at the moment, the magic trick in his hand changed again and again, and the green sword that was originally slashed towards the iron-faced Yama immediately began to change, only to see that the green sword shrank sharply, and the next moment it shrank into a ball of green spiritual power, and then, that green spiritual power met the black ball.

The two touched, and the next moment, the green spiritual power suddenly turned yellow, and it completely covered the black ball, making it a yellow ball.

Immediately after, Yang Zhuo made a move that surprised everyone, he didn't even go after the iron-faced Yama, but carefully put away the yellow ball.

This time, the iron-faced Yama's face finally disappeared from the usual coldness, others may not know the power of his black ball, but how could he not know the iron-faced Yama?

It was a round ball equivalent to the power of the self-explosion of the Great Perfection of Qi Refining Monk, and he named it the God Destroying Thunder, just hoping that this thing could make a contribution in a surprise situation, originally because he thought this kid was too weird, so he wanted to surprise him, as long as the God Destroying Thunder was not wrapped in earth spiritual power, he could let the God Destroying Thunder explode, but he never thought about it, how could this guy even know the way to deal with his own God Destroying Thunder, but he didn't know that he was blind, or he had known it a long time ago, But this shouldn't be, he has never used this thing externally, how can he know the flaws of this god-destroying thunder?

It must be blind, yes, it must be so, but this kid's luck is too good, but it is difficult for the iron-faced Yama to convince himself of this statement. No, you can't just give up, you have to fight hard, you don't believe it, this kid is really so godly?

Thinking like this, the iron-faced Yama moved, and the onlookers even felt that there was a flower in front of them, and the iron-faced Yama moved, and at the moment when Yang Zhuo was collecting the yellow ball, the iron-faced Yama sacrificed a giant axe and slashed at Yang Zhuo's head.

At this time, Yang Zhuo was collecting the yellow ball, seemingly ignoring the giant axe that was about to fall.

For a while, Yang Zhuo didn't move, and at this time, the strong wind driven by the giant axe even blew Yang Zhuo's head;

Eight feet, Yang Zhuo didn't move, at this time, the spiritual power fluctuations of the giant axe caused Yang Zhuo's clothes to continue to flutter backwards;

Five feet, Yang Zhuo still didn't move, at this time, the sharp face of the giant axe could even reflect Yang Zhuo's appearance;

Three feet, Yang Zhuo still didn't move, at this time, the cold killing machine of the giant axe had almost condensed into substance;

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Oh my God, what is this guy doing? In the face of the iron-faced Yama's mortal blow, he was unmoved, and he was still there to collect the yellow ball, was he crazy? Even Zhou Chi and the others, who were very optimistic about Yang Zhuo before, not only frowned slightly.

One foot, at this time, the giant axe had completely locked on Yang Zhuo, even if he wanted to dodge, at a distance of this foot, the iron-faced Yama was confident that he could defeat the strange opponent in front of him with his full strength, because no monk could escape within a foot of the iron-faced Yama giant axe.

Although he didn't know why this weird guy suddenly became so interested in his god-destroying thunder, the iron-faced Yama knew that if he wanted to defeat this opponent head-on, it would be tantamount to a fool's dream, but any accident could happen during the battle.

Whoever let this kid be so distracted when fighting with himself and look for his own death, then it's no wonder that he is ruthless.

Thinking like this, the movements of the Iron Mask Yama's hands were faster, but the next moment, the Iron Mask Yama was stunned because he was .......