As if inadvertently glancing at the sky, Tang Luo sighed: "Sometimes I really envy you guys who are born extraordinary, and the things that are taken out at random are artifacts of extraordinary origin, but fortunately, I also prepared something." ”

"Boom. ”

Tang Luo spit out a golden Zen staff from the stomach of the void, and said lightly towards Wang Han: "Earth Grade Spirit Soldier, Great Dao Thunder Yin Zen Staff, the prize of the 20th Longzhou Youth Martial Arts Conference." I don't know what material this staff is, but I know that it has an amazing weight, and there will be thunder and Zen vibration after injecting spiritual power, please!"

As Tang Luo took out the Dao Lei Yin Zen Staff, the confrontation between the two masters of physical arts officially began, just like the coming of the world-destroying storm, everything around Piaoxiangzhai was annihilated, whether it was the earth, buildings, or life, all of them were shattered by the strength of the two of them, and large areas of buildings began to collapse.

The heavy Dao Thunder Sound Zen Staff was as light as nothing in Tang Luo's hands, and a Zen staff was waved impenetrable with a cloak fist into the gun stick, and countless Thunder Sound Zen Tremors were like a tsunami storm, and the space seemed to be unable to withstand this divine power and began to tremble, and even the Alan Divine Mountain, which had stood for millions of years, began to collapse and collapse.

In the face of the wand method of the mad demon and the endless Seal Zen Zhen, Wang Han's fighting spirit became more and more intense, and the excitement in his eyes could not be stopped.

In the face of Wang Han, who dared to approach, Tang Luo's two knee-length arms were sudden, and he raised the Dao Lei Yin Zen staff to split his head, like a dragon with blood rushing and surging, in addition to the thunder sound Zen epicenter, three strengths were added to the epicenter of the thunder sound Zen, blocking the invincible.

In the face of a fierce blow, Wang Han did not dodge or dodge, the two blades intersected to form a cross, and he rose against the trend and stood on the Zen staff.

The divine soldiers intersected, the two fierce blades erupted, the short blades turned into a sea of blood, the long knives scattered into endless divine thunder, and the blood stained the thunder sound and Zen Zhen while also engulfing ninety percent of the strength, and the remaining one percent was absorbed by the nine kinds of Dunjia secret techniques that surrounded Wang Han.

And those divine thunderbolts even began to attack Tang Luo through the sea of blood.

Shen Lei added his body, just for a moment, the explosion of the divine thunder made the heavens and the earth darken, only the strong light and roar around Tang Luo's body remained, the thunder was thrown along the pores to attack the organs, fortunately it was stopped by the void two wheels and yin and yang, although the viscera were preserved, but the body surface was not so lucky, the extreme high temperature made Tang Luo's whole body scorched, and most of the blood was evaporated, his clothes were burned from head to toe, and his beard was all gone, and the whole person was like shriveled black charcoal.

The paralysis accompanied by the extreme heat made Tang Luo feel scorched by a flame of hundreds of millions of degrees, and the pain was unbearable.

This level of trauma can be fatal if it is replaced by an ordinary murderous realm, but Tang Luo's physique is amazing and his vitality is strong, Wang Han knows that Shen Ting can't kill Tang Luo with one blow, but at the moment, the short blade turns into a sea of blood to set up the Zen staff, and the long knife turns into a divine thunder to attack the body, and now if he wants to combo, he is the only one left.

The two fists hugged like an ape, and the boiling spiritual power gathered in the two fists, and several kinds of strength surged so that Wang Han's body sounded the thunder of a tiger and a leopard, and took advantage of the excellent opportunity of divine paralysis to directly take Tang Luo's head as a mending knife.

Halfway through the fist, he was kicked in the lower abdomen by a thick leg as black as charcoal, and three violent forces exploded through the body, kicking him out with one kick, and passing through more than a dozen houses before he could unload his strength.

Without the master's spiritual power, the two spirit gods of Shenting and Difu turned into embryos again, caught up with Wang Han who flew out like a streamer, and turned into double knives and fell in front of each other.

After kicking Wang Han away, Tang Luo hurriedly breathed with a Zen staff, because of the attack of the Divine Thunder just now, his physical body was extremely damaged, and the evaporation of a large amount of blood by heat made his physical body weaker than ever.

Fortunately, Tang Luo had already prepared a way to deal with such a situation in the Void Stomach, as an ordinary physical arts grandmaster who had not awakened the immortal bloodline, Tang Luo knew that one day he would face the weakness of serious injuries and excessive blood loss.

And he had long been in the No. 1 Void Stomach, which was filled with a large amount of refined salt and spiritual springs.

The plasma of the human body is mainly composed of digestion and absorption of water and salt, and the energy conversion rate of Tang Luo's body is dozens of times that of others.

"Knock, knock. ”

It was the sound of refined salt and spiritual spring turning into plasma in the body, and after a while, Tang Luo would be able to recover as before, but Wang Han did not give this time.

The triple strength was weakened layer by layer by the Nine Secrets of Dunjia, and the injuries that really broke out in Wang Han's body were pitiful, otherwise with Tang Luo's physical skills, Wang Han would be directly blown into a blood mist.

Wang Han, who had been slightly injured, still held two cold and shining fierce blades, like an eagle falcon gliding close to the ground, and swept towards Tang Luo.

The innate qi swirled, shattering the charred dead skin with his strength, and Tang Luo, who was naked, picked up the Zen staff and hammered it towards Wang Han, he didn't believe that the attacks of the two weapon spirit gods turned into thunder and a sea of blood were unlimited.

But this time, Tang Luo kept an eye on it, and held an inherently weather arrow in his mouth, in order for the worst to happen, he still had a chance to backhand.

The Great Dao Thunder Sound Zen Staff and the Divine Thunder and the Difu were set up together, and the strong force hammered Wang Chan into the ground along the Zen Staff, and before Tang Luo spit out the Divine Sword to pursue, a blood-colored spring in the ground rushed him to the sky, and a dark cloud gathered in the sky at some point, and a blue thunderbolt fell, blowing a big hole in Tang Luo's back.

A ray of light that rose to the sky in the cave, the blade of the divine thunder and the underworld, was facing Tang Luo's throat.

Tang Luo, who was seriously injured but expressionless, looked at Wang Han who was getting closer and closer, and threw the Zen staff in his hand out, and countless thunder sound Zen shocks danced in the air.

A physical master threw a weapon, which meant that when the donkey's skills were exhausted, Wang Han wielded a short blade and slashed the Zen shock ripples that affected his body, dragging the divine thunder, wanting to give Tang Luo a fatal blow.

The two are getting closer and closer, ten... Hachijo.. Wuzhang.

Xu Laoying, who had been watching the battle from the horizon, saw Tang Luo's tragic situation, and he couldn't bear it anymore, and he was about to come to support with the Imperial Void Phoenix Divine Sword in his hand.

Whoever looks at it, the Tang Clan Tianjiao, who was corroded by the Earth Evil Blood Spring to the point that only his leg bones remained, and a big hole in his back was blasted by the divine thunder, had already been defeated.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer, and Wang Han's eyes are shining with bloodthirsty pleasure, which is the joy of defeating a strong enemy, and it is also the pride of the victor.

Until he was spit out by Tang Luo's three-color innate divine sword, which pierced his chest and nailed to the sky.

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