"Kunlun Fire Palm!"

With a roar, Yaskawa's right hand turned red!

A crimson flame was released from Yaskawa's palm.

The soul gate of the imperial battle was instantly enveloped in flames.

Whoa!

Sting!

In just a few breaths, the soul gate of the imperial battle was burned out of a terrifying hole, almost piercing his entire back.

"No!"

"How can you possibly know the location of my death hole..."

The words in Yu Zhan's mouth were slurred, and the scorching flames enveloped his whole person.

After the proud Cangtian Overlord Body was broken through the death hole, his defense power dropped sharply, and the layer of blue light covering the periphery of his body was gradually dissipating.

"I'm the Heavenly Overlord! One of the top ten gods in the Tianxuan Continent, how could I defeat you..."

Yu Zhan struggled frantically, his hands tugging at the air in front of him.

The temperature generated by the Kunlun Fire Palm was 3,000 degrees, and within a radius of 100 meters, any living thing would be incinerated into powder.

Even if you are high in the air, you can feel the scorching heat below.

It only lasted for three or five seconds, and the robes and chain mail on Mitsuba's body were burned to ashes, and even his eyes were burned blind.

Kunlun Fire Palm, the top grade martial arts!

There are four styles of this palm technique, and with Yaskawa's current realm, only the first style can be performed.

The first form is already equivalent to the full force of the low-grade martial arts.

In the previous attack by the dagger of the imperial war, Yaskawa did it deliberately.

With his strength, he can completely avoid the past.

The reason why he was deliberately hit hard by the imperial war was to make the imperial war take it lightly and produce a careless mentality.

Sure enough, after seeing that he was seriously injured, Yu Zhan was arrogant, as if he could end his life at any time.

It is precisely because of his carelessness that Yaskawa can take advantage of the situation to attack his death hole!

"Wow!"

"Poof!"

Suddenly, Yaskawa's eyes darkened, his steps staggered, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out.

"Brother Yaskawa!"

"I have an antidote pill here, take it quickly."

Yang Tong exclaimed, his little face turned pale with fright.

Hurriedly took out a few bottles of antidote pills from his arms.

"The poison he gave was not simple, and the ordinary antidote pill was useless."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Yaskawa took a deep breath and hurriedly sealed his heart.

The speed at which the toxin spreads is very fast, and even if the acupuncture channel is sealed, it can only delay the time of a stick of incense at most.

"He must be killed, and there will be no future trouble!"

Yaskawa gritted his teeth, pinched the sword trick with one hand, and roared.

"Here comes the sword!"

Airplanes!

Swish!

The green steel sword that was obliquely inserted into the ground felt Yaskawa's call and flew over instantly.

"Go!"

Yaskawa pointed towards the void.

The green steel sword turned its blade, the tip of the sword emitted a sharp light, and flew straight in the direction of the imperial battle.

At this time, Yu Zhan had already been burned by the flames of delirium, not only was he blind, but nearly thirty percent of his flesh and blood were burned to ashes.

Poof!

The green steel sword is fleeting!

It pierced through the chest of the Imperial War, the hilt of the sword stuck in front of his chest, and the massive power of the green steel sword carried the Imperial War forward fiercely against the stone wall.

Yu Zhan's limbs drooped, and his head drooped.

There was no breath on him.

Even though the person is dead, the thick flame is still burning.

Even Yaskawa didn't expect that the power of the Kunlun Flame Palm was so terrifying!

It's been burning for so long, and there's no sign of stopping.

Today's Imperial War has almost become a dry corpse.

"Tong'er, hurry... Take me out of here and go to the Pure Yang Pure Tree..."

Poof!

Yaskawa's eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground.