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Ma Jing and Pang Ruyuan joined forces to flank Wei Yimian left and right, but Wei Yimian became more and more courageous the more he fought, and he did not fall behind at all.

The three of them all burst out with a strong aura of demonic skills, Ma Jing is not from the hall master, but he is from the Burial God Hall, and the aura of the exercises is still biased towards the Burial God and Demon Skills.

Pang Ruyuan had already exploded the Twelve Burial Divine and Demon Skill with all his might, and the momentum on his body was even more powerful than Ma Jing.

However, the overall strength, Pang Ruyuan is still slightly inferior to Ma Jing, because Ma Jing's age is much older than Pang Ruyuan, and his skills are deeper than Pang Ruyuan.

Wei Yimian and Pang Ruyuan are of the same age, and the power of the Heavenly Demon Skill is not as good as the Burial God Demon Skill, so it stands to reason that his strength should be the weakest.

It's a pity that Wei Yimeng's talent is above Pang Ruyuan, and his current strength can't be compared with Pang Ruyuan's strength at all.

"Wei Yimeng, you are so bold!" Pang Ruyuan said with a hideous look on his face.

He didn't expect Wei Yimian to directly fight against the two of himself with both palms, is this a competition for internal strength with one enemy and two enemies?

The three of them hovered in mid-air, Pang Ruyuan and Ma Jing stepped on the void under their feet, and everyone only felt that there was a roar in the air, and then they saw that the breath on Pang Ruyuan and Ma Jing skyrocketed, especially on the palms of the two of them and Wei Yimian, and the palm power surged wildly.

Three rays of energy shot out from the air in all directions, forming countless hurricanes, strangling the ruins below, which were originally ruins, but now they are almost turned into powder.

Wei Yimian shouted, his palms shook, and Ma Jing and Pang Ruyuan felt that Wei Yimian's palms were frantically stacked.

"One hit, two hits~~~"

In an instant, Ma Jing and Pang Ruyuan snorted in their mouths, and they were shocked away.

While the two of them retreated, they hurriedly shook their hands, and the sharp pain in their hands let them know that the sudden burst of Wei Yimian just now injured the meridians in their hands.

"Heavenly Demon Nine Stacks of Strength!" Pang Ruyuan shouted in a low voice.

"Six stacks of strikes in an instant, it's really strong!" Ma Jing's face changed slightly.

'Heavenly Demon Nine Stacks of Strength' is one of the tricks that Wei Yimian created according to his own situation after the twelve folds of the 'Heavenly Demon Gong' and combined with other magic moves.

"It's a pity it's not enough!" After Pang Ruyuan finished speaking, he was a little empty under his feet and killed Wei Yi.

Ma Jing immediately followed, but he went around behind Wei Yimeng, preparing to flank Wei Yimian with Pang Ruyuan.

"Pang Ruyuan, let the hall master see if your 'Burial God Shattered Void Energy' has grown!" Wei Yimian ignored Ma Jing and killed Pang Ruyuan directly.

Pang Ruyuan's eyes were angry and said, "It's not necessary to deal with you!"

He put his palms on his chest, frantically concentrating his strength, and then his figure sped up a few points, and he collided with Wei Yimourning at once.

The two hall masters struck each other with fists and feet, and the sound of collision caused the surrounding heaven and earth to begin to vibrate.

"Get out!" After Wei Yimian kicked Pang Ruyuan away, he quickly turned around and punched Ma Jing who was attacking him behind.

Ma Jing's face was solemn, Wei Yimian's strength was still beyond his expectations, but unfortunately, after Wei Yimian and Pang Ruyuan fought wildly just now, they immediately wanted to take over their moves, how could it be so easy?

He is ready to go, and Wei Yi mourns that the old power has been exhausted, and the new power has not yet been born, how can he be his opponent?

Ma Jing's hands turned into claws suddenly, and the five fingers of his palm immediately turned pitch black, and the sharp claws grabbed Wei Yimian.

Wei Yimian's face showed disdain, his fist shook, and the strength of his fist made a roaring sound, hitting Ma Jing.

With a 'bang', Ma Jing's right claw was grabbed out, and five pitch-black five-fingered claws struck Wei Yimian's fist strength, but unfortunately this claw strength was suddenly dispersed by the fist strength.

Ma Jing's face changed greatly, he roared, and the claws on the left and right sides were immediately thrown out, and then his right hand grabbed another claw.

The two claw forces met Wei Yimeng's fist back and forth.

"Ma Jing, you are looking for death! Let you see what the real claw strength is!" Just when the fist strength and the two claw strength were submerged, Wei Yi's voice suddenly sounded.

When it sounded, Wei Yimian had already rushed behind Ma Jing, turned his right hand into a claw, and grabbed Ma Jing's back violently.

Ma Jing rushed forward violently, trying to avoid Wei Yimian's claw, but unfortunately his speed was still a little slower.

Wei Yimeng's claw strength directly left five scratches on his back, and he was drenched in blood.

Ma Jing staggered in the air and quickly retreated to Pang Ruyuan's side.

"Pang Ruyuan, why don't you use your trick 'Burial God Shattering Empty Energy'?" Wei Yimian laughed, didn't care about the two being together at all, and rushed over.

The corners of Pang Ruyuan's mouth trembled, and he found that it was really difficult to deal with Wei Yimeng if he didn't use his tricks, so he snorted coldly and said, "You are looking for death yourself, just as you wish!"

Ma Jing felt that his back was in severe pain, Wei Yimian's palm power frantically invaded the meridians of his back, and when he saw Pang Ruyuan rushing up, he quickly suppressed the injury in his back and followed.

Wei Yimian laughed and slapped out a palm, and Pang Ruyuan's palm came immediately: "Broken Empty Energy!"

The two palms counteracted, and the two palms frantically canceled out, without the slightest leakage of strength, just a low roar between the palms.

Pang Ruyuan's face was bruised, and he shouted angrily: "Wei Yimeng, your stacking strength is a fart!"

When he shouted angrily, the aura of the Burial God Demon Skill that erupted from Pang Ruyuan's whole body was simply terrifying, even Ma Jing, who was rushing behind him, changed his face.

"The people of the Pang family are really not that simple. Ma Jing knew that Pang Ruyuan's strength at this time was definitely beyond himself, who made Pang Ruyuan's backer so strong, he couldn't compare to this.

"Even if it's a fart, it's more than enough to defeat you, Wei Yimian, you are really brazen enough, can you really break through the 'Shattered Skyclave Realm' by naming yourself 'Shattered Sky Strength'?" Wei Yimian said in a deep voice.

As he spoke, Pang Ruyuan's face turned red, and soon turned purple and black.

"Look for death!" Wei Yi's true qi in the dantian surged wildly, and the strength in his palm suddenly continued to stack.

'Bang', Pang Ruyuan screamed, and suddenly retracted his palm, and just as he withdrew his palm, Wei Yimian took a step forward, and then hit Pang Ruyuan's chest with a palm.

With another scream, Pang Ruyuan flew out upside down, spurting a large mouthful of dark black blood from his mouth.

Pang Ruyuan was injured, Ma Jing ignored it, he didn't believe that Wei Yimeng would be able to do it with himself again after taking over Pang Ruyuan's 'broken empty energy'?

Just as he rushed towards Wei Yi's mourning, his face changed drastically.

Because Wei Yimian didn't make any breath at all, he killed him directly.

Ma Jing slammed out with a palm, but Wei Yi's figure flickered, dodged this palm power, and hit Ma Jing's chest with a punch.

When the fist touched Ma Jing's chest, a trace of fierceness flashed in the depths of Wei Yimourn's eyes.

"No, Seven Stacks of Strength~~" Ma Jing felt the fist strength coming from his chest, and instantly crushed his body-protecting true qi, and shouted in horror.

It's a pity that Wei Yimian has no intention of stopping at all, his fist strength is crazy stacking, seven stacks of strength, this power is not at all something Ma Jing can bear, even if he makes a move to resist, he can't retreat with his whole body, not to mention that now he can only rely on the true qi of the body to passively resist.

Ma Jing wailed, and was miserably shocked and flew out.

When he was shocked and flew out, Wei Yimian moved under his feet, his figure swept away, and he followed Ma Jing directly, and then kicked directly on his chest, kicking Ma Jing directly from the air.

Ma Jing was kicked into the ruins again, stirring up a large cloud of dust.

This time, Ma Jing did not come out of the ruins immediately, and several elders on the side hurriedly stepped forward and helped Ma Jing out of the ruins.

Ma Jing's eyes were a little sluggish, his injuries were extremely serious, if he wasn't held up by other elders, he wouldn't be able to stand at all.

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