The Great War is not over.

At the same time that Su Zimo bumped into Feijue's angered monk, he was still holding the Jinghong Sword in the palm of his left hand, wrestling with Hang Qiuyu.

The only four remaining Tianjiao came up together!

Drifting Snow Valley Ling Han Explosion Secret Technique.

Chen Yizi of the Mixed Yuan Sect sacrificed the flying sword from afar, not daring to step forward.

The heirs of the temple pointed to the ground on tiptoe, came to the front, and turned their hands into many afterimages, showing the secret art of the temple - the palm of the temple!

If it is like a palm, it has the strength to fight cattle across the mountain.

A palm falls on the body, and there is no scar on the surface, but its internal organs will be shattered by a palm, which is extremely amazing!

Even the monk who cultivated the "Diamond Sutra" did not dare to resist the palm of the Buddha.

The palm wind is like a knife, and the palm shadow is messy, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

"Go!"

The heirs of Wuxiang Temple sacrificed a copper bowl from the storage bag and injected spiritual power.

The copper bowl burst out with thousands of golden lights, sacred and flawless, the mouth of the bowl went down, hanging down the brilliance like a waterfall, and threw it towards the top of Su Zimo's head, and there were words in his mouth.

The four Tianjiao shot at the same time, and Su Zimo only had his right hand empty!

The flying sword of Chen Yizi of the Mixed Yuan Sect was the first to stab, and Su Zimo didn't think about it, so he directly reached out his right hand and grabbed the flying sword in the palm of his hand!

"Frozen!"

The sound was like ice, and the temperature around it plummeted.

From head to toe, Su Zimo's body began to freeze, and even the crimson demonic energy shrouded around him began to cover it with a layer of frost.

Frozen spiritual power, frozen qi and blood!

At the same time, the copper bowl came to the top of Su Zimo's head and slowly descended, exuding terrifying coercion, wanting to suppress it in the copper bowl!

The heirs of the temple came to the front and released a heavy palm shadow.

Su Zimo held the Shocking Sword in his left hand, and held Chen Yizi's flying sword in his right hand, unable to use his hand.

Coupled with the secret technique of Drifting Snow Valley, the Buddha Gate Spiritual Weapon Bronze Bowl of Wuxiang Temple descended, and many forces exploded at the same time, firmly confined it to its place, unable to move.

Bang bang!

More than ten palms in a row, all of them fell on Su Zimo!

Every time the palm fell, Su Zimo's figure trembled, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this scene, all of you Tianjiao were shocked.

At this point in the battle, this descendant of Shenhuang Island has finally been injured!

Immediately afterwards, Hang Qiuyu and the others appeared, even so, this person was still standing, his spine was straight, and the chill in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger!

"None of this is dead?"

The heirs of the Pranya Temple finally realized the fear in the hearts of the monk Jue and others.

More than ten palms, this person actually withstood it!

If it was someone else, after receiving more than ten palms, his internal organs would have been shocked to pieces, but this person was the same as nothing, and the fierce light in his eyes did not decrease!

Among the body refining exercises, even the top body refining techniques of the human race can only be cultivated to the point of cutting the marrow and exchanging blood, and it is difficult to cultivate to the five internal organs.

But in the secret book of the Great Wilderness Demon King, there is a special chapter on refining dirt!

Su Zimo's viscera is also stronger than many pure-blooded beasts.

Otherwise, he would not have had such amazing physical strength to fight until now!

Su Zimo endured more than ten strokes of the Prajna palm, but his viscera was shaken, and he did not hurt the foundation.

"Give me a crackdown!"

The heirs of Wuxiang Temple let out a loud shout, their fingers interlaced, changing the spiritual trick, and shooting out a series of spiritual lights, which disappeared into the copper bowl.

The copper bowl swelled rapidly and kept falling.

Hang Qiuyu had no choice but to let go and give up the Thrilling Sword.

In the blink of an eye, the copper bowl with thousands of rays of light covered Su Zimo and buckled it to the ground!

It's over?

Seeing this scene, even the dozen or so sealers who rushed over gradually slowed down.

"Amitabha. ”

The heir of Wuxiang Temple chanted a Buddha trumpet, walked to the huge copper bowl more than one person high, and said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoists, rest assured, when you enter the bronze bowl of the little monk, as long as you have a stick of incense, even if it is a pure-blooded beast, it will turn into pus, and your body will disappear!"

Everyone Tianjiao breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a trace of trance in their spirits.

The heirs of Wuxiang Temple came to the front of the copper bowl, lowered their eyebrows, the treasure was solemn, and there were words in their mouths, and the light of the copper bowl became more and more prosperous.

Suddenly, a change arose!

Rumble!

Suddenly, there was a loud bang in the bronze bowl.

Hang Qiuyu and the others' expressions changed greatly, their eyes turned, and they fell on the huge copper bowl in front of them, and their pupils contracted!

On the side wall of the copper bowl, a clear large bag was raised, revealing the shape of a fist print!

What kind of terrifying power is this, can make a fist mark of the Buddha's spiritual weapon?

The golden light of the bronze bowl dimmed a little.

Bang bang bang!

Without waiting for everyone to react, a series of sounds exploded, dense as rain, and raised fist marks appeared on the copper bowl in all directions.

There was a short pause.

Inside the copper bowl, there was an extremely dangerous aura!

"Hurry back!"

The old monk of Wuxiang Temple roared.

Rumble!

There was a deafening bang, and the earth shook!

The huge copper bowl in front of him exploded violently, turning into fragments, splashing in all directions, and the waves of air were rolling.

A tall and burly figure was once again exposed to everyone's sight, full of demonic energy, evil and demonic eyes, flashing with a faint light, and the momentum was monstrous!

The first to suffer was the nearest descendant of the Wuxiang Temple, who was impacted by this force, and his body was instantly beaten into a sieve by the fragments of the copper bowl, and he fell on the spot!

Su Zimo threw out the Shocking Sword in his palm with his backhand, breaking through the limit, and in an instant, he had already stabbed in front of Ling Han of Drifting Snow Valley.

"Condensation!"

Ling Han's expression changed drastically, and a frost spirit mirror was condensed in front of him, exuding a bone-chilling chill.

Rumble!

The Thrilling Sword slammed into the Frost Spirit Mirror.

After a short pause, cracks appeared on the spirit mirror, instantly covering the mirror, densely packed, and shattered.

Ling Han fell on his back, coughing up blood in his mouth.

Although it was just a simple sword, it contained the terrifying power of Su Zimo's demonization, directly injuring Ling Han to serious injury.

Bang!

Su Zimo flipped his palm, and the killing move in the secret book of the Great Wilderness Demon King split the ground, and the Panna palm of the heir of the Praruo Temple collided with each other.

The eyes of the descendants of the temple were round, and their eyes were full of horror.

He felt a terrifying tearing force, surging over, almost tearing a gap in the vast earth!

Sting!

Blood mist gushes.

The flesh and blood on the arms of the descendants of the temple were torn apart, the bones were shattered, and the whole person flew upside down.

In the blink of an eye, one Tianjiao fell, and the two Tianjiao withdrew.

Su Zimo's gaze turned, and he landed on the body of Chen Yizi of the Mixed Yuan Sect, and threw the flying sword in his hand directly.

The long sword broke through the air, and it came in an instant.

Chen Yizi dared to take it hard, and when his footsteps moved, he was about to flash to the side.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yizi's eyes flickered, and a tall figure had already rushed to the front, scattering endless killing opportunities, and the momentum was terrifying!

One person and one sword, almost at the same time, before and after!

"It's so fast!"

The corners of Tatsumiko's eyes jumped wildly.

Rumble!

Su Zimo came to Chen Yizi's side, stepped out of the plough step, and stepped heavily on the ground.

Chen Yizi's feet softened, and his body slowed down by half a minute.

The sword came out of his body.

Chen Yizi's eyes dimmed, and a stream of bloody arrows shot out of his chest, and the vitality in his body was cut off!

Mixed Yuan Sect Tianjiao, fall!

(End of chapter)

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