Boom!
Break ten thousand laws with one force!
Yang Xuan has black hair and dances disorderly. His whole body is as fierce as fire. He looks like a crazy devil and wants to kill ordinary people.
His body rushed down, and a ferocious and domineering Kirin arm exploded into the void. The red gold fire gushed on his fist as big as a grinding plate, smashed it down with just fierce and violent strength, and suddenly exploded on he Wu''s Divine Shield.
This divine shield is round and bright red. It is several meters large and half a meter thick. You can imagine its defense.
Although it is difficult for he Wu to exert his full strength in his current state, the shield formed by he Wu''s consumption of a large amount of divine power is also enough to block the full attack of ordinary divine power martial artists.
Unfortunately, in front of the unicorn arm, its defense is in vain.
No accidents!
Just once, the Divine Shield was torn apart, fragmented, turned into a little Mars, completely disappeared into invisibility and no longer existed.
"Brother, help me..."
He Wu was frightened. His face was full of panic and uneasiness. He withdrew and asked he Xiong for help.
Up to now, only his eldest brother can save him, because he can''t compete with Yang Xuan at all.
"I can''t save you when I come today."
Yang Xuan was so powerful that he spit out a rolling thunder sound in his mouth. Kirin''s arm was castrated and his fist was like a giant hammer. With the deafening sound of wind and thunder, he hit he Wu hard on his chest.
Boom!
He Wu didn''t even scream. His body burst in vain. Blood and flesh flew together and dyed a large void red.
One punch!
A strong man in the four heavens of the divine power realm was killed on the spot without a whole body.
What is particularly striking is that the initiator is still a 17-year-old boy with only nine days of cultivation.
Fortunately, this scene was not seen by outsiders, otherwise it will cause an uproar.
Let''s ask that there is a young man in the heaven and man realm who can kill the strong in the divine power realm with one fist. Even the heaven bully, the body bully and the nine you magic pupil burn may not be able to do it.
This is the absolute power to crush, without the slightest fancy, simply and neatly.
"That''s great!"
Yixiuer was surprised and happy, and her big eyes glittered.
If she hadn''t seen it with her own eyes, she couldn''t believe that she hadn''t seen it in a short half a month. Yang Xuan''s strength has climbed to the height of the strong murderer in one fist and second.
However, the stronger Yang Xuan''s strength, the better. She was very happy in her heart.
"Is this true?"
Yi Qingwu is called an iceberg beauty. She has always been happy and angry, but when she saw that he Wu died miserably under Yang Xuan''s fist, her face was still moved by it. A pair of water scissors and two pupils stared with an incredible color.
It''s hard to imagine how powerful Yang Xuan''s fist was. He killed a strong man in the divine power realm with one punch, especially beating the other into pieces.
Looking at Yang Xuan''s Unicorn arm full of dragon scales, Yi Qingwu wondered if he could resist this fast, terrible blow if he were himself.
The answer is yes, but she must do her best.
Rao is so, she will get hurt.
Yes, even if she had a body away from the fire and a strong body, she couldn''t stop Yang Xuan''s punch.
"Terrible power!"
Yang Xuan was ecstatic and looked down at his left arm. His handsome face was full of excitement and excitement. The slightly raised corners of his mouth, perfect lips and unparalleled self-confidence.
Around him, flesh and blood stumps can be seen everywhere, and the blood mist is diffuse, which adds a bit of evil to him.
At the moment, the graceful young man, with his eyes blooming, black flying, windless flying, and upright posture, exudes an amazing charm like a young demon God.
Such charm has a fatal attraction to any woman in the world.
Yixiu''er was crazy. It was the teenager who pinched her ear on the burning meteorite and let her vent.
Originally, she should hate him.
But with the continuous in-depth contact, she found that she unknowingly liked him.
Although he was cynical, he was free and easy, attached importance to emotion and righteousness, and had a temperament that other men did not have. This temperament was extremely strong, which deeply attracted her and made it difficult for her to extricate herself.
Even though she knew that he would make countless enemies in the future, she vowed to stay with him.
"Is this really a teenager?"
Yi Qingwu looked at Yang Xuan without blinking, and her eyes gradually became blurred.
In a trance, she had an illusion that she was not a weak crowned boy, but an indomitable and domineering man, as if the sky could not crush him, standing proudly in the clouds overlooking all sentient beings, and her endless abundance and beauty made ripples in her heart.
Yes, at this moment, there was a slight fluctuation in her perennial calm heart.
In the eyes of outsiders, she is unsmiling, extremely cold and arrogant, and does not fake color to any man, but only she knows that she is always a woman. Like ordinary women, she also hopes to have an unforgettable love.
But no matter how many men there are in the world, none of them has entered her eyes over the years.
But now, a teenager made her heart ripple a little, and there was an impulse to put it into his arms.
"Damn, what am I thinking?"
Yi Qingwu bit the tip of her tongue, and the sharp pain made her wake up from her absence. There was a blush on her beautiful face.
Yang Xuan turned his back to the Yi sisters and didn''t know how the two women looked at themselves. He put away the Kirin arm and looked up at He Xiong opposite. "Next, it''s your turn."
"Brother, you died miserably!"
He Xiong didn''t seem to hear Yang Xuan''s words. The whole person was trembling like five thunders.
He never dreamed that a man who was alive the moment before would be killed in the twinkling of an eye.
"Beast, I will put you to death."
With a heart rending and lung splitting violent drink, he soon recovered. A pair of crazy and bloodthirsty eyes stared at Yang Xuan angrily, and his voice was full of endless hatred.
He Wu is his brother and his only relative in the world.
But now, his brother is dead, dead under a young man''s fist, with no bones left.
As his brother, how sad is his heart, and how can he not take revenge?
If the eyes could kill, Yang Xuan would have died thousands of times.
He looked indifferent, ignored He Xiong''s anger and killing intention, and said as if nothing had happened: "don''t cry, your brother won''t be lonely on the huangquan Road, because you have to die later."
"Bastard, I want you to die."
He Xiong ran away like a mad tiger and rushed into the sky. He wanted to kill Yang Xuan to avenge his brother, otherwise it would be difficult to vent his hatred.
Never before had he hated a person so much that Yang Xuan was bound to die for his life.
On the way, he shot directly, crossed the void with a long knife in his hand, and cut Yang Xuan with a flame knife.
Yang Xuan''s eyes were cold and his body moved sideways, which was dangerous to avoid. Just now, in his foothold, he was cut out of a gully more than ten meters long by the knife mang. A hot magma gushed up from below, forming a terrible inflammatory wave, sweeping all directions.
Yang Xuan sucked the cool air. This is the strength of the divine power realm. The power of a knife is enough to tear the earth.
"I think you can hide in time."
He Xiong lost his mind for a moment, but he hated Yang Xuan deeply. In the twinkling of an eye, he rushed to Yang Xuan and continued to attack Yang Xuan.
"Yang Xuan!"
Yi Xiuer''s face faded, and her heart went up to her throat.
"Retreat quickly."
Yi Qingwu also changed color, Jiao shouted.
Yang Xuan wanted to retreat, but he used the Kirin arm. His life was seriously consumed and he was in a weak state. Even if he tried to retreat, he couldn''t get rid of He Xiong in a rage.
Fortunately, the master was in the dark, so he didn''t show fear on his face. Instead, he was filled with a surging sense of war.
"Spirit storm!"
A spiritual force gushed out of his eyes and turned into an invisible storm. It rolled up the rubble and flesh residue on the ground and turned into a huge blood torrent. It took the lead in blowing on He Xiong.
"Divine soul secret skill!"
He Xiong didn''t have time to dodge. He was hit and flew out by the blood torrent. There was a chance that the blood would spill from the corners of his mouth.
This is the secret skill of the divine soul. The physical damage to him can be ignored, and he didn''t even break through his protective power, but the most powerful part of the secret skill of the divine soul is that it can directly attack the divine soul.
This is also his high cultivation and powerful spirit.
Otherwise, just this once, he will suffer a heavy blow.
Even so, his spirit is extremely painful.
"Divine soul secret skill!"
The Yi sisters were surprised. They didn''t seem to expect that Yang Xuan had such a powerful backhand.
"War!"
Yang Xuan drank and his fighting spirit climbed to the extreme.
Almost when he Xiong was hit by the mental storm, he burst into trouble and rushed to him to punch him.
"You''re looking for death, Sirius roaring!"
He Xiong managed to stabilize his body. When he saw Yang Xuan smashing with his fist, he couldn''t help shouting.
Boom!
A surge of noise turned into a huge wave and rushed to Yang Xuan.
This is a secret technique of sound wave. It is one of He Xiong''s strongest killing moves. In the past, he seldom used this move to kill the enemy.
"Broken!"
Yang Xuan''s face was fearless. Regardless of the loss of Qi and blood again, he opened the door with a blow. Suddenly, his Qi and blood gushed out, making his fist covered with a layer of blood. At this moment, his strength soared to the peak and hit the towering waves.
Boom!
The huge waves rolled and burst, and he was pierced by his fist, but Yang Xuan was exhausted.
"Kill you with a knife."
He Xiong aimed at the opportunity and swept out with a long knife in his hand.
Yang Xuan had no choice but to quickly take out a top-grade spirit sword and shake it with a sword.
Click!
The spirit sword broke at the sound, and a knife awn burst out from He Xiong''s long knife, cutting a long and narrow blood hole on Yang Xuan''s chest, and the blood splashed.
"Poof!"
Yang Xuan gushed blood wildly. He only felt that a strong divine force entered through his chest and wantonly damaged his internal organs. He immediately suffered a lot of internal injuries. He flew out with blood. He fell more than 20 meters away with a bang, which cracked the earth and crushed stones.
"Yang Xuan!"
Yi Xiuer burst into tears.
"Don''t cry, your man can''t die."
The weak voice sounded. Yang Xuan supported his hands on the ground and slowly climbed up. His pale face was full of cold color, and his sense of war did not weaken by half.