Heavenly God Mnemonic

"Since you are not afraid of death, just go and die!"

The person on the opposite side, with eyes like eagles, shot a sharp cold light, and bombarded him with a punch.

Meng Rui's figure flickered, escaped the blow, sneered, and then cut off with a knife.

Over there, Yue Qiang also fought with one of them, and the powerful true energy exploded, and the narrow passages he hit on all sides collapsed.

Liucheng waved Hengqiyanyue in a big way, and shouted: "Yang Qingxuan, you must stand up first, and when I kill this person, I will help you! Even if there is a sea of ​​swords and flames ahead, I will never take a step back!"

After being called by Yang Qingxuan that day, the whole person's martial intent was sublimated, and a set of marksmanship was deployed, with clever tricks and subtle changes, which forced the opponent to avoid and retreat, gaining the advantage.

There are three mid-term Lingwu players in Zhao Sihan's team, and they are very powerful.

But when the brave meets on a narrow road, the brave wins, and the few people on Yue Qiang's side are suffocated with anger and determination to ignite a deadly battle.

Chen Zhen was wrapped in Qianjiang Taxue's martial spirit, and slid towards that Tai Feng with a cold murderous expression on his face.

Tai Feng was startled, but didn't dare to block his edge, and deliberately avoided him. There are also six thin cicada wings, which are very transparent.

Zhao Sihan's gaze retracted from the air, falling on Yang Qingxuan, and said coldly: "You want Chen Zhen to kill Taifeng, but you have chosen the right person. It's a pity, although Chen Zhen Qianjiang Taxue has double wings, he doesn't have enough power, so he still flies. I can't get up, I can only do some simple taxiing. But Tai Feng's martial arts spirit, Gong Bo Chan Wing, can actually fly."

Yang Qingxuan said indifferently: "Whether you can fly is just a skill, which is helpful to victory or defeat, but it is not a key factor."

Zhao Sihan sneered and said, "Well said, then let me look at your so-called key factors. The trick just now is really amazing. It seems that everyone has been blinded by the appearance of your previous Qi Martial Realm. You should be a yellow turban warrior."

Yang Qingxuan silently stuffed a green spirit fruit into his mouth, chewed a few times, swallowed it, and said nothing.

The boulder was thrown out just now, and his body was injured. Under the influence of the Qing Ling Guo and Qing Yang Wu Jing, he has recovered for most of it.

When Zhao Sihan saw that he was silent, he sneered: "Want to procrastinate? Even if you give you a few more hours, it will be useless. Take out all of your skills and let me see what is the person who can make Wu Qiyue fall in love with? What kind of existence!"

When the last byte fell, Zhao Sihan bullied himself and appeared in front of Yang Qingxuan, slammed it with a palm, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, actually trying to slap Yang Qingxuan!

"Enough kind!"

Yang Qingxuan spit out the word faintly, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he tapped both fingers in front of him.

The sound of breaking through the air came from the fingertips, and there was still light faintly emerging.

Zhao Sihan was shocked, that finger actually touched his palm, and an extremely dangerous breath came, "What?! What, what is this fingering?!"

In shock, he grabbed his five fingers, hurriedly turned his palm into a fist, and slammed it back.

How could Yang Qingxuan let go of this opportunity, as soon as he tilted his body, he shot forward, changed his **** trajectory, and pointed his eyes to Zhao Sihan!

"You! Presumptuous!"

Zhao Sihan was furious, as if his dignity had been provoked, he suddenly closed his palms in front of him, and a soul light appeared, gathered on his palms, and patted it!

Yang Qingxuan's pupils shrank, the energy in his hand increased a bit, and he directly clicked.

He also wanted to use this finger to test the extent of Zhao Sihan's strength.

"laugh!"

A pointer entered Zhao Sihan's palm and was swallowed by the light of his martial soul!

Yang Qingxuan's expression suddenly changed, and at the same time, Zhao Sihan's expression also changed greatly, and both of them looked extremely shocked.

"Boom!"

Between that move, a powerful force burst out, shaking both of them away.

Yang Qingxuan retracted his hand, only feeling a pain in his fingers, as if they were touching an iron plate.

He fixed his eyes and saw that the soul light in Zhao Sihan's hands gradually became clear, turning into two one-foot-long short blades, with cold light and jagged backs.

Yang Qingxuan said solemnly: "Weapon spirit?"

Zhao Sihan danced the double-edged swords a few times, and shouted in a cold voice: "Sure enough, there are two times, I can actually force my spirit to drink blood! You are also in the spirit martial realm, and release your spirit. Let me see it."

Yang Qingxuan's face twitched, and he hummed, "You too look up to yourself, why do you need a Martial Spirit to deal with you?"

"Angry!"

Zhao Sihan roared, and the double knives turned into a whirlwind and fell.

Yang Qingxuan only felt a surge of sword air, his face was cold, and he hurriedly avoided in shock.

Zhao Sihan cut through the air with both knives, sneered, and then chased it across.

The space in the gorge is extremely narrow, there is not much place to hide, and Zhao Sihan's double swords are extremely fierce, Yang Qingxuan once again pointed out, breaking through the air.

"boom!"

The finger hit the back of the double-knife and made a metal sound. Zhao Sihan only felt that his arm sank, showing signs of instability.

He was frightened and said: "What **** is this? Can it compete with my double-knife drinking blood?!"

Yang Qingxuan leaped his length with one finger and said with a sneer: "There are so many martial arts that can suppress your double swords in the world, why make a fuss?"

Zhao Sihan said angrily: "Even if there are too many hairs, you are not included!"

The double knives flew up at once, it was a very sturdy knife technique, matched with his martial arts, it was perfect!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Knife marks were continuously cut out on the mountain wall, and every knife was sticking to the past, but the blade's light could reach several inches.

Yang Qingxuan was forced to retreat again and again, the other party's sword dance was airtight, there was no flaw, and he could only avoid blindly.

"Haha, do you think you can hide if you always hide?!"

Zhao Sihan laughed wildly, and suddenly a pair of knives touched, a piece of soul light spread and turned into a **** color, like a huge pair of scissors, with the power of that pair of knives, slashed down!

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, this move seemed to split the mountain wall, covering a huge area, making him inevitable!

"boom!"

With the swords crossed, a piece of soul light appeared in the palm of Yang Qingxuan's palm, and he grabbed the "demon-cutting" broken blade and greeted him. He was instantly split apart by the double swords, turned into a little bit of soul light, and scattered in the air.

Affected by this shock, Yang Qingxuan was repulsed a few steps away, and a large amount of sword energy fell on him, marking a line of wounds, and the bright red was faintly visible.

"Ha, haha?"

Zhao Sihan laughed strangely, his eyes full of mockery, "I was not mistaken just now, did I? Your martial soul is actually a soul-light inferior weapon, a broken sword? Hahahaha, **** is rubbish, Wuhun rubbish, Your life will be over! Even if you practice physical skills, you can't remedy it!"