Heavenly God Mnemonic

The poisonous gas turned into a silver hammer in his hand, and the purple light exploded on it, and the poison corroded the yin spirit gas and slammed down in anger.

The momentum of that hammer is like the falling of stars, forming a half arc air curtain at the front end, oppressing it.

"Wuyang Yaokong!"

Yang Qingxuan didn't dare to be careless, he snorted, raising his hand is the move of the five yang, and he pushed it out with one palm.

I saw the five rays of scorching sun suddenly rise, emitting a dazzling golden light, and the sky network regained, surrounding the past.

"boom!"

When the two collide, each is divided into yin and yang, and the power of the five yang is like a flywheel, spinning on it fast.

The terrifying heat wave spread, but was suddenly forced down by the yin and cold air pressure carried by the silver hammer. The true qi of the smelt yang and the aura of the yin were in conflict, and the strength of the five yang seemed to have Not support.

Yang Qingxuan's complexion sank, and he pinched the Jue in his hand, and the sentence mang fingers came out, and the wind applied to the five suns, and instantly pushed back and crushed the silver hammer.

"Boom!"

Both the poisonous gas and the scorching sun gas are shattered into the sky, magnificent and magnificent, engulfed by the hurricane generated by the explosion, pushing in all directions.

Yang Qingxuan took a few steps back, and in this case, using Xuan-level martial arts coherently was a lot of consumption for him.

Zuo Jun was shocked and flew out. The poisonous gas on his body exploded. He was actually injured by two energies. He retreated more than ten steps to stabilize his figure.

"what?!"

On the other side, the four Yan Xu who besieged Meng Rui's three were all shocked.

They all knew exactly how terrifying Zuo Jun was at this moment. They thought it would be a one-sided battle. Whoever wanted a single blow would win and lose instead!

Zuo Jun himself was stunned, his face dull, and then he laughed wildly, "Hahahaha, okay, okay! I was worried that I would shoot you to death by accident, now I can play slowly!"

The poison on his body was flowing like a liquid. When he grabbed his left hand to his side, the poisonous gas in the sky condensed again and turned into a long-handled sickle.

Raising his hand and swiping it, he smashed in anger.

Yang Qingxuan's heart was shocked. Just now, he used two mysterious martial arts in a superposition. He originally wanted to severely injure Zuo Jun, but only slightly shook the opponent.

And the wound healed quickly under the nourishment of the venom.

The surrounding Yin spirit rushed towards Zuo Jun and was sucked into his body.

"Haha, I will cut you off piece by piece, then soak it in the venom, torturing you for ninety-nine and eighty-one days before letting you die!"

In extreme anger, Zuo Jun calmed down instead, waving his sickle fiercely.

As one of the four prominent sects, the Zuo family, in addition to the background and cultivation resources, the cruel training of the disciples in the clan is also the main reason for its longevity.

The long-handled sickle is a very weird weapon, and it is extremely difficult to use, but Zuo Junshi unfolded it, without losing the mighty power in the deceit, sweeping away, fully displaying the specialty and deceit of this weapon.

Even Yang Qingxuan's generation of martial arts masters was praised in his heart, but if the tricks were strange and ingenious, Yang Qingxuan would naturally not lose. When he stepped on his steps, he would avoid the gap of the sickle.

"Ahhh! Too hard!"

Zuo Jun chopped more than ten knives in a row, all of which fell through. Every time he passed by himself, only some poison gas stuck on Yang Qingxuan's shirt, corroding holes of varying sizes.

The sickle in his hand dances faster and faster, as if the power is endless, weaving a layer of knife and light poison net.

Yang Qingxuan's dodge space was getting smaller and smaller, and he whispered a "lunatic", and his figure flashed and swept to one side.

"Hahaha! Good scolding, I am a lunatic, I am a lunatic who wants to kill you all!"

Zuo Jun licked his lower lip, as if he was being scolded with pleasure, kicked his feet, like a shelling, chasing Yang Qingxuan and slashing over.

Zuo Jun's speed was extremely fast, he was not under Yang Qingxuan, he chased up with a kick, the sickle was like a crescent moon, and he shot down.

Yang Qingxuan couldn't dodge, with both hands carrying the power of the sun, clasping his palms in front of him, and with a "pop", he actually sandwiched the sickle blade between his palms.

The terrible poisonous gas overflowed, and it was all dissolved by the scorching sun in his palm.

Zuo Jun grinned and drew his sickle abruptly, only to find that he didn't move. He couldn't help being frightened and exasperated. He shouted, "I'm looking for death!"

There was a flash of light on the sickle, and the form of the martial soul suddenly changed, and it flew from Yang Qingxuan's palms, and turned into a grinding disc, with purple light floating on it, like a mountain smashed down!

"Poisonous Hand Zunquan——The Great Grinding Disk of Heaven and Earth!"

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, the size of the millstone was two or three times larger than when he was in the square, and its power increased year-on-year.

Within a radius of tens of feet, all the vegetation instantly withered, corroded and emitted a strong smell.

Yang Qingxuan gritted his teeth fiercely, and Wuyang Yaokong blasted out again!

"Boom!"

The five rays of Yanyang Zhenqi turned into a whirlpool, flying in front of both palms, to withstand the big grinding disc!

The terrible infuriating energy swelled between the two forces, and the other seven people who were at war were also affected, and they all evaded away in horror.

"Hahaha!"

Zuo Jun laughed wildly, pushing his palms forward, causing the grinding disc to rotate, and the friction with Yan Yang Zhenqi became more intense, and the aftershock shock suddenly increased several times.

Focusing on the two people, the positive and negative yang forces spread out, and most of the mountain tops, flying sand and rocks, no grass.

Yang Qingxuan's face turned pale, and the millpan was slowly pressed down, as if Zuo Jun was deliberately consuming his true energy.

"Hahaha, did you find out? As long as I want, I can crush you in an instant! But that's hard to dispel the hatred in my heart!"

Zuo Jun’s eyes flashed sharply, and he said in a cold voice: “It’s all thanks to you, which made me suffer from the pain of the poison! I was ridiculed by my fellow clan, disgusted, and abused. The original bright road was completely destroyed by you! I want Use this grinding disc to grind you into **** and meat, which will thwart your bones and ash!"

The millpan dropped a few more points, and Yang Qingxuan's power of five suns was quickly consumed, and his face became harder to look.

With two distinct forces, Zuo Jun's advantage became bigger and bigger, gradually swallowing the brilliance like the dawn.

Although Yang Qingxuan was anxious in his heart, he did not change his expression. He smiled and said, "Oh, is it? I have forgotten such a small matter. Hearing you say this, I seem to have a slight impression. It was five days ago. In the square, you were beaten into dog-shit by me!"

"Ahhh! Die!"

Zuo Jun was stimulated by him, his already unstable emotions burst out in an instant, his hands pushed madly, and the big grinding plate that day crashed down with a "bang"!

"Boom!"

Yang Qingxuan's five yang energy was corroded in an instant, and the powerful insidious soul power impacted on him, spouting a mouthful of blood, and was knocked out.

"Yang Qingxuan!"

Liu Cheng and the others were shocked and wanted to come to the rescue, but the enemy in front of them was much stronger than five years ago. With all their strength, they could cope with it, so there was no room for distraction.