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Under the palm of his hand, nothing is indestructible, nothing is indestructible, just take those two Fu warriors as an example, Rao is body is like a rock, but at this time, he also has to bow his head and bend down.

Without cultivating the divine soul, their will will not be able to catch up with the cultivators after all.

The young man in white Shengxue rushed forward with a giant palm.

In this way, without the slightest dodge, he hit headlong.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap sounded out of thin air.

The wind was fierce, and the waves were surging in all directions, and the surrounding area was like dozens of typhoons passing through, and the trees several feet high were uprooted and danced in the air and flew into the distance.

Xu Jingfan withdrew his flying sword, and a silver light flew over like a small fish struggling against the current in the wind, the woods over there had been destroyed, only a cloud of blood mist floated, and the wind in the sky did not seem to have the slightest effect on it.

"Whoa......

The giant palm had a big hole and collapsed like a river bank washed by a flood.

Gu Xiaozhao squinted his eyes and looked up at the air.

Running the delusion to prove the true decision, he clearly saw the changes and flow of the qi machine, the young man in white smashed the giant palm with one head, and suddenly, the space seemed to be cut by countless thin wires, and the colorful aura of heaven and earth floated out from the cracks, filling the entire heaven and earth.

Not only that, after the giant palm was washed away, although the flickering light on the white-clothed young man's body dimmed, his figure did not disperse, and he still continued to rush forward.

Eventually, it rushed into that thick cloud.

In the black clouds, electric flashes can be faintly seen, the clouds gather and disperse, and the moonlight looms.

After a while, a winged lion fell from behind the clouds, and although its wings were open, it could not fly with its wings, and fell straight down like a meteorite.

"Nine Yuanjun!"

The voice of the iron crown seemed to be squeezed out of between his teeth, revealing a cold to the bone.

In the demon rebellion a few decades ago, Jiuyuanjun was also the initiator, one of the demon kings who led the demons at the beginning, at the beginning, it was this guy who refined all the people in the small mountain village where the iron crown was located into blood pills, and there was also this guy among the demons who escaped back to the Mangcang Forest Sea alive.

Later, Tieguan was successful in cultivation, and he wanted to seek revenge on this guy many times, but he never found any trace of this guy.

Legend has it that this guy was too seriously injured, and he has been recuperating in the old nest of the canglin sea, and he may have been further blessed by misfortune, or he may have fallen.

Now it seems that this guy has not fallen.

At the sight of it, Iron Crown's eyes turned red all of a sudden.

The magic weapon exploded, and the Wind Gentleman's divine thought struck a blow, unblocking the heaven and earth on this side, and also knocked the Nine Yuan Monarch down from the sky, giving Tie Guan a chance to take revenge.

That's how the enemy is red-eyed when they meet!

However, he did not lose his mind because of anger.

Jiuyuan Jun is a veteran demon king, and the transformation demon Zhu Ziyin is just its junior, although the wind gentleman's divine thoughts have beaten it back to its original form, the idea has dissipated at this time.

No longer able to count on.

After all, it is a demon king, equivalent to a human primordial infant monk, even if it becomes the original form, this guy is still not easy to deal with.

"Choke!"

Iron Crown drew his sword.

The yellowed body of the sword is made of thousands of rune papers, although it is not metal, but paper products, however, its hardness is no worse than metal, and when it is unsheathed, there is a faint sound of metal.

"Up!"

Iron Crown snorted.

The rune sword came out of his hand, as if he had come to life, like a swimming dragon hovering above the head of the iron crown, blinking his eyes, rising in the wind, and flying towards the Jiuyuan Jun in the air.

"Whew!"

Jiu Yuanjun, who revealed his original form, opened his big mouth, and a cyan pillar of light erupted from his mouth, shooting towards the iron crown on the ground.

"Ray!"

Iron Crown snorted.

This is the second senior brother Tieguan's pressure box mastery, Shenxiao Tianlei!

Each rune paper is a thunder method, thousands of rune papers are overlapped, and they are refined by secret methods, and the power of a rune sword formed in this way is no worse than the high crown on his head. Although the magic weapon is powerful, it is someone else's property after all, and this runic sword is made by Tieguan himself, which is more in line with him.

Cracking sound......

In the air, thousands of silver snakes danced wildly, forming a dense power grid.

In the center of the power grid, Jiu Yuanjun's face was gloomy.

In the era of the Wind Gentleman, Jiuyuan Jun was still a flying lion, although his blood was precious, he was still a little demon who was born not long ago.

If it is disobedient, the elders will use the Wind Gentleman to scare it.

Yes, in the sea of forests, the name of the wind gentleman can stop the little demon from crying at night.

Several elders of Jiuyuan Jun have fallen into the hands of the Wind Gentleman, and to the Flying Lion Clan, the Wind Monarch is an invincible enemy.

When it grows up and cultivates successfully, the Wind Gentleman has disappeared.

A big demon said that he was killed by the power of the demon world!

Before, Jiu Yuanjun still believed it, or he was willing to believe it, but now, he knew that this rumor was not credible. If the Wind Gentleman had fallen, then the little divine thought left behind would not be so powerful, and with one blow, he not only broke his own formation, but also knocked himself back to his original form.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be as embarrassed as I am now.

I was deceived by ants!

"Roar!"

Jiu Yuanjun let out a low roar and flapped his wings.

Suddenly, there was a fierce wind in the air, and countless cyan wind blades rolled wildly, colliding with thousands of electric lights in the air, making a stabbing sound.

Electricity is born and dies, and so is the cyan wind blade.

After this fan, the cyan wind blade could withstand the electric light, and the speed of Jiuyuan Jun's fall was even faster, his face was pale, and his vitality was greatly injured.

Similarly, although the iron crown that sent out that blow borrowed the aura of heaven and earth, its own spiritual power and divine thoughts were also rapidly consumed at a falling speed.

He couldn't make a second move.

At the same time, the blood mist not far away rose in the wind, and suddenly, it turned into a blood cloud, drifting towards this side at an extremely fast speed.

This blood cloud is a demon!

There is a kind of blood beast growing in the forest sea, as small as dust, a single blood beast is not a threat, just like the marching ants in the Amazon jungle on the earth, a single has no combat effectiveness, however, after the number of hundreds of millions, it will be unbelievable!

Blood beasts are more peculiar than marching ants.

Individuals can survive, they can still be individuals when they are gathered, they can merge or separate at any time, merge or separate, depending on the situation.

The blood beast that Xu Jingfan is dealing with now, although it has not yet transformed into a shape, its combat power is not much worse than that of the transformation demon.

The flying sword shot out.

In Gu Xiaozhao's eyes, all the golden spiritual qi within a radius of ten miles gathered together, following behind the flying sword, dragging a long tail of bright silver, slashing towards the blood cloud.

"Sword Vaporization Silk?"

Gu Xiaozhao read silently.

Those gold-based auras dispersed, turning into golden silk threads, chasing back and forth in the air with those blood-colored insects.

Sometimes, the silk thread knocks down the worms, and other times, it is the worms that devour the threads.

For a time, it was difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.