Seeing that the white-clothed qi machine was fully turned on, Sui Jin sneered: "I heard that you were almost killed by an eight-rank martial artist before, and the old man pressed on the eight-rank cultivation, you just let go of your hand and let the old man see your true skills." ”

Zhuo Yuming will naturally go all out, it is rare to have a martial artist in the True Realm as a sparring partner, and the opportunity is rare.

When the thunder was raging, Gengjin Xuanlei took the lead.

The brilliant thunder light snaked like a swimming dragon, and in the blink of an eye, it rushed to Sui Jin.

Sui Jin just waved his big hand at will, and the golden thunder light instantly dissipated in the palm of his hand. As soon as the thunder light dissipated, the cyan sword came again.

The Eight Desolation Divine Sword is the pinnacle of qi and military power, and it is invincible to open mountains and rivers. The old man in black didn't pay attention to it at all, he took out with one hand, just grasped the air knife, and between the five fingers, the blue hazy air knife was gradually squeezed and twisted and deformed.

The claw snapped suddenly, and the cyan sword light shattered.

As soon as the sword light shattered, a silver light immediately fell from the sky, enveloping Sui Jin's entire person. The powerful power of prohibition is applied to the body, and it feels as if you are in a quagmire. Moreover, this silver divine light seemed to have some kind of corrosive divine power, which was constantly corroding his body-protecting true qi.

Looking at the bronze ancient mirror suspended above Zhuo Yuming's head, Sui Jin sneered.

He thought that this kid could have how much spiritual power he could squander.

Zhuo Yuming has no intention of controlling the speed of spiritual power consumption, and the long stream of water is to compete for spiritual power endurance when competing in the same realm, facing this martial artist with a nine-rank physique and eight-grade fist power, he directly kills all the moves, and a round of magic weapons and magic powers will be smashed first.

With a wave of his sleeves, more than a dozen talismans of various types were thrown out in one breath. Between the urging of the talisman, there was a sword light splitting down, a shape-shifting mountain pressing away, and a golden talisman falling like an arrow. The sky is full of colourful lights.

Sui Jin was also a little annoyed by this endless stream of spells. Although with his nine-rank martial arts physique, these attacks were not much different from tickling for him. But it's like a wave of flies constantly whispering in your ears one after another, and everyone is inevitably angry.

The black figure flashed, rushed out of the confinement of the primordial divine light, and waved away all the smashed talismans with a single move.

The old man in black was like a wild beast, roaring and galloping against the rain of arrows in the sky.

Sui Jin threw a punch, and the surging fist power instantly created a vacuum channel in the air, and the strong fist wind brought out bursts of sound of breaking the air.

There was a roar of thunder in the air, and a thunderbolt suddenly shot from the lotus pond to the other side of the mirror lake. It was Zhuo Yuming who judged Sui Jin's fist in advance, launched the Thunder Escape Technique, and dodged the punch that destroyed countless trees.

However, as soon as the thunder light fell, another punch struck, and the violent fist wind pierced the surface of the mirror-like lake, and the water surface suddenly concave into a deep ravine, and the waves on both sides surged, forming a waterless road.

This time, Zhuo Yuming didn't have time to hide anymore, so he had to urge Haotian Mirror to block in front of him with all his strength, and at the same time spilled a talisman to block it slightly.

The majestic fist wind wrapped in true qi suddenly came, and it hit the bronze ancient mirror heavily.

Zhuo Yuming only felt a huge force that could not be resisted coming, as if the heavenly soldier god wearing golden armor would hold the mountain collapse giant hammer and hammer it on the Haotian mirror.

A majestic force smashed the primordial divine light, the Haotian Mirror trembled violently, and the eighty forbidden divine lights on the mirror suddenly lit up, and then it became uncertain.

The fist power was transmitted to his body through the Haotian Mirror, and Zhuo Yuming spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Withstanding the surging and churning in the sea of qi, Zhuo Yuming's hands were still tightly clasped together.

Seeing that Sui Jin's figure was getting closer and closer to him, the opponent clenched his right hand into a fist, and his arm was slightly bent, obviously another punch was ready to strike.

Zhuo Yuming stared at Sui Jin's face, and his left eye suddenly turned blue.

Sui Jin's originally imposing figure suddenly paused, and a blank look suddenly appeared on his whole face.

However, after all, it was a nine-rank martial artist with extremely rich experience in a hundred battles, and in just a breath, Sui Jin suddenly woke up. In an instant, the true qi flowed, and the illusion that shrouded his heart was easily shattered, and his eyes regained their clarity.

Sui Jin was shocked in his heart, this kid would have such a strange pupil magic power.

There are all kinds of supernatural powers in the ethereal spirit realm, and they are endless. There's always something weird and unpredictable. Hitomi magic is one of the best.

Although it was only a breath of time, it was enough for Zhuo Yuming to fly again to open the distance. The heavenly thunder industry has also been accumulated, and the five-colored thunder between the hands is staggered, and the brilliance is dazzling.

Looking at the thunder light in Zhuo Yuming's hand, he felt the earth-destroying aura, and Sui Jin's face was also a little more solemn.

Pushing his hands flat, a five-colored thunderbolt as thick as a towering giant tree slashed towards the black shadow.

The roar of thunder was deafening, and the dazzling thunder overshadowed the sunlight in the sky for a while, and a thunderstorm raged, and the old man in black seemed to be in the thunder pool, engulfed by thousands of thunderbolts in an instant.

In mid-air, the crackling sound of thunder was incessant, and it lasted for a long time.

After a long time, the thunder light dissipated, and I saw a black-clothed figure standing proudly in the air, and the true qi around him was surging, and there was not the slightest embarrassment.

Sui Jin grinned, stepped on the void, and rushed straight towards Zhuo Yuming.

Just now, a Heavenly Thunder Extreme Karma was unleashed with all its might, and Zhuo Yuming, who had consumed a huge amount of spiritual power in his body, looked at the figure that was approaching in an instant, and raised his right hand to the sky. The spiritual power of the whole body was urged, and it rushed and converged along the meridians in the body to the right hand like a turbulent river.

The sword light that was like a substance was no longer a faint green light, but an extremely deep turquoise, and the Eight Desolation Divine Knife had been pushed to the extreme.

Sui Jin was only ten zhang away from Zhuo Yuming at this time, and when he was about to punch, he suddenly found that the other party's right eye suddenly shone with silver light.

The white pupils launched with all their might, and the gods were annihilated.

Sui Jin only felt that a spatial power suddenly appeared on his arm like a whirlpool in the void.

It was an extremely domineering twisting force, like a thousand swords strangled. Suddenly, a small crack appeared on his right arm, and blood oozed out. The sleeves of his shirt have been torn into strands, and if he hadn't been physically strong, if he had been an ordinary monk, I am afraid that one arm would have been ground into flesh.

Taking advantage of Sui Jin's condensation of true qi to distract him, the jasper knife slashed down, hitting his shoulder and neck.

There was a loud bang, and the old man in black slammed into the lake like a meteorite falling from the sky, and a huge water curtain more than three feet high was raised on the surface of the lake.

With all his might, Zhuo Yuming had exhausted his qi at this time, and there was not one in his spiritual power. Looking at the churning lake, a wry smile appeared on the corner of Zhuo Yuming's mouth.

He clearly sensed that even if he tried his best, the qi at the bottom of the lake had not weakened in the slightest.

The lake exploded with a flash of black light.

A black figure rose into the sky.

In an instant, a big hand clasped Zhuo Yuming's forehead, and in a flash of light, he was slammed into the lakeside land as soon as he was dressed in white.