The scene of overlapping mirrors crumbling is as if a world that is all mirrors is falling apart. This situation can be described as a twelve-point shock.

The mirror surface fluctuates like water ripples, and the conversation is like a ghost bursting out of it, and the strange scene can be creepy.

Countless mirror fragments, as if manipulated by a mysterious force, shot out a dizzying whistling sound, and shot at Cui Siju in unison.

Shocked and shocked, staring at the scene around him, Cui Siju finally understood.

The flower in the mirror, the moon in the water!

"Ahh

But......

The corners of Tan Weiran's mouth curled up with a faint condensation, and his body seemed to exude a kind of Nine Shades Qi that specializes in harvesting lives. It swooped away like lightning, turning slightly sideways and writhing to exert force. A force came from the feet to the waist, and the gathering force rose along the way, and finally exploded in the fist!

The strength is integrated into the fist, and the hands are stumbled!

Purgatory Hand vs. Purgatory Hand Stumbling Hand!

"Talk about it, if you block my great cause of going north, you are already my great enemy in life, if you don't die, the road to the north will be difficult to smooth for a day. Since that's the case......" Cui Siju looked up to the sky and roared, and the madness raged recklessly, causing the air of the entire heaven and earth to boil, resounding with a rumbling shock.

"Come on, let me take your head!"

The roar was shocking, like a lion and a tiger, and it was really heart-palpitating.

If Cui Siju is as strong as a mountain, Tan Weiran is undoubtedly a meteor that falls fiercely.

This pop draws the straightest route and rushes out the most ferocious momentum. Although there is only one talk, his momentum is at its peak, comparable to thousands of troops, and the corners of his mouth are as cold as killing gods.

Twelve years of cultivation in the small secret realm. Techniques such as the Qinglian Breath Technique, the Nine Tribulations, the Thunder Sound, and the Wandering Hands have not improved due to various reasons. What exactly did he cultivate in the Little Secret Realm?

The answer is that in addition to stabilizing and strengthening the foundation, it is to merge the strength of the flesh!

Now he can combine sixty percent of his physical strength!

When the strength of the incomparable physical body is integrated into the fist, it is only forty percent. can sweep thousands of armies in close combat. What if it's 60 percent full?

It was like a meteor falling from the sky, and there was a most ferocious collision with the mountains!

The fists that are used by each other, one purgatory seems to be real, and the other renders a kind of sluggishness everywhere they go, and the most sensational collision occurs between the two!

The rumbling shock was heard, and the diffuse air waves were pushed in all directions, and the dust covered the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the winner is decided!

The incomparable force invades the upper body. Even though Cui Siju had the will and self-confidence, he was also bombarded with a soft body under the shocking force. Bearing a force stronger than the mountain, the inner armor of the talisman seemed to have lost a certain effect, and he involuntarily knelt down on one knee and blew countless radiation cracks on the hard bluestone slab.

Boom! The ground collapsed and fell!

Unbelievably, with a fierce face, he actually crushed Cui Siju's whole person with his arms as strong as rocks, and he heard every bone in his body moaning in pain.

More painful than the moaning of bones is the heart of pride!

He thought he could wash away the shame of the last time. But he was defeated again!

Although it was much better than the last time he lost to Bao Zhen's late talk, he still lost again.

I can be less than 100 years old. When he reached the Divine Illumination Realm, he Cui Siju was undoubtedly a well-deserved martial arts genius. But the more this is the case, the more ironic the scenes from last time and today become.

Cui Siju's handsome face turned the color of pig liver, and he gasped hard and thought, maybe. You shouldn't have rushed into battle just now, you should wait for the first-class uncle to them!

Tan Weiran pressed Cui Siju to death, the ground rattled loudly, and he reminded without raising his head: "Yan solo dance!"

The sound of the whizzing wind became more and more intense, and countless mirror fragments emitted a deafening whistling sound. flew backwards and all hit Cui Siju's body. There is a lot of energy in the spirit weapon, but after all, there is a limit, I saw Cui Siju's face change miserably, and a cloud of blood mist erupted around his body.

"You don't need to remind me more, I can save it!"

Yan Duwu's proud cold snort sounded in his ears, Tan Weiran restrained his mood of crying and laughing, and stared at Cui Siju with a grin, and his tone was indifferent: "Cui Siju, you don't know anything, from before I returned to the Dongwu Wilderness, I knew that you were the most dangerous enemy of my parents. ”

When the head punch slammed Cui Siju into a muffled spurt of blood, Tan Weiran said lightly while banging: "You never know how much restraint I used last time to resist not killing you." ”

"You must think I'm lying, how could I possibly kill you where your Twilight Blood Imperial City is located? Tan Weiran didn't explain, he restrained his smile, and the killing intent was like substance. The tremors roared wildly, like a lion's roar, showing a fierce aura.

"I didn't expect that it would be such a coincidence today, I can only say that God will punish you!"

Tan Weiran grinned, and the fierce light was clearly revealed. The arms sank again. Boom! The ground is falling again!

Sensing that Tan Weiran's murderous punch crushed down like a mountain, as soon as he heard the breaking sound of his arm, Cui Siju knew that something was wrong, and he gritted his teeth and finally had to show his ability to press the bottom of the box!

Poof! With a powerful punch, Cui Siju's whole person was shattered.

Tan Weiran was taken aback, and quickly sensed a wisp of essence breath, no, it was a secret technique!

As soon as he escaped from Tan Weiran's terrifying punches, Cui Siju fled to a portal without joy, and his speed was jaw-dropping. However, halfway through the escape, a faster and more agile swallow came out from an incredible angle and intercepted him with a single move.

Cui Siju never knew that there was Yan dancing alone, and if he wanted to escape from this place, it would be absolutely difficult to ascend to the sky. Perhaps, it is more difficult than defeating Tan Weiran.

It is not so much that this secret technique is Cui Siju's ability to press the bottom of the box, but that he has to use it as a last resort.

It's just that if the secret art is not practiced well, the effect is not enough at all.

Just as "Frozen Thousand Miles" has only reached the fourth order, Tan Weiran almost never uses it in battle, just because he knows it. It has only a faint effect on people in the same realm.

Not everyone can quickly reach the pinnacle of mystic cultivation in a few decades, and not everyone has the crazy energy to talk about it. Before the age of thirty, he practiced the extremely difficult master killing secret technique to the sixth order, which is not crazy and what is it.

It must be known that only the Qinglian Breath Technique is more than the fifth order. One can imagine what it will be like for others.

When the moment when he was intercepted by Yan Solo Dance. Cui Siju was like falling into an ice cave and felt a cold heart, only to feel a cold rise from his bone marrow. When Tan Weiran pounced, his fist covered the sky like a cloud, and Cui Siju only felt an inexplicable panic.

He smelled a very disturbing danger!

In the blink of an eye, he screamed wildly and took Tan Weiran's punch, and at the same time that the wounds all over his body shot blood, Cui Siju didn't have time to dodge, and saw a faint blue light burst out.

A crystal clear, beautiful and pure green lotus blooms in front of your eyes!

Boom! The pure green lotus blooms with six petals. Ten times sharper than the blade, red and white "blood lotus" burst out on Cui Siju's body.

Before Cui Siju, who was ashen, could stand firmly, there was a fierce wind brought by Tan Weiran, and he felt the pain of his chest rumbling and almost being torn and pierced. The desire to survive prompted him to frantically catalyze a drop of essence blood, and he was once again blasted away on the spot by Tan Weiran, who was so cold that he didn't have a trace of expression.

People are like cannonballs crashing through the walls, and dust is flying.

Almost at the same time, Wei Qingming appeared from behind a portal.

Wei Qingming smiled and carried a bloody human head, and his face was about to bloom with a smile. Anyone can see it. After chasing for half an hour, he was obviously in a good mood when he finally caught up and killed the enemy.

compared to killing enemies. What he obtained from the enemy was what made Wei Qingming secretly excited, and even grinned like a fool.

The so-called stepping on iron shoes has nowhere to be found, and it takes no effort to get it!

Wei Qingming definitely didn't expect that half an hour ago, he would say this to the enemy. Cui Siju said so in the conversation. But when he returned all the way, he quickly chased after him along the secret mark, and after passing through this portal, the first thing he saw was the scene of Cui Siju's weak breath, beaten like a leather ball, and flying up while spraying blood.

"Senior nephew!" Wei Qingming's roar shook the air and buzzed: "Little thief." You dare!"

The person who came from the Xingyao Palace was estimated to be in the late stage of Shenzhao! Tan Weiran's thoughts turned and his eyes froze, and he immediately made a decision, and the Shutu Sword hanging in the Golden Mansion came out of his palm, and a ray of blue light stirred up a crackling thunderstorm, and the Shutu Sword swept away thousands of troops.

Nine Tribulations Thunder!

This move is really decisive, the sword is there, and the flowers and plants of the rockery houses within a radius of 50 zhang are all struck by lightning and turned into powder flying all over the sky.

It just happened to block Wei Qingming's life outside the violent purple storm, and it was difficult to move an inch!

"Fifty percent sword spirit!" Wei Qingming was shocked, looked at Tan Weiran and finally recognized it, and roared wildly: "Tan Weiran, you let him live, just open your mouth if you want anything!"

This man must be in the latter days of the Divine Dawn! This man knows me?

Cui Siju entered the cave to kill me! There is definitely more than this, at least there is one strong person!

Tan Weiran was extremely keen, and he instinctively guessed the facts at a critical moment just by Wei Qingming's words. Xiang Yan Duwu and Lu'er each glanced at each other, and decisively transmitted: "The enemy is too strong, and it will be difficult for me to resist before I break through." You must disperse, and you must go quickly. ”

Yan Duwu and Lu'er just showed hesitation, and their tone was stern: "Go! Go from the portal on the left, don't go through the portal on the right." ”

When the two of them took advantage of the purple cover of the thunder and lightning sword spirit and quickly fled, Tan Weiran laughed loudly, and his voice was loud: "Hahaha, except for Cui Siju's life, there is nothing else in the Twilight Blood Country that can interest me!"

Boom! Cui Siju's heart was in sharp pain, revealing a bloody hole, and his heart was actually blasted into powder, and he immediately fell to the sky.

"On the side of the couch, you can't allow others to snore! What's more, this matter is related to the safety of my parents. Tan Weiran slowly pulled out his blood-stained fist and stared at Cui Siju, whose vitality was fading rapidly: "If you don't die, I can't be at ease." ”

Looking at Tan Weiran's resolute escape into the portal behind him, Senior Uncle Wei Qingming glanced at him with pity and regret, and then roared angrily and chased away.

Cui Siju only had those domineering and bright purple lights left in his heart, and he didn't know whether he regretted or was angry.

Fifty percent of the sword spirit? How many hole cards do you still have, which you haven't used when you played against him. I knew that I should have killed this talk at any cost last time. If you knew the way, you wouldn't have entered the cave......

He never felt that his martial arts talent was weaker than Tan Weiran, and if he was given time, he would definitely be stronger than Tan Weiran. He always felt that he could accomplish something grand and great, and become a hegemon who dominated one side.

But now, how many grand plans have disappeared, and they have died before they can get out of school......

Cui Siju, who has not had time to transform into a "dying king", has fallen! (To be continued......)