Heavenly God Mnemonic

What shocked Wu Zhonghai most was that when this **** was clicked, it covered his whole body, as if no matter how he dodged, it was impossible to avoid the attack of this finger!

"What **** is this? It's so terrible!"

Wu Zhonghai was terrified. Just now, Yang Qingxuan shot Wuyang Yaokong with a single sword. He originally thought that it was the strongest method of the opponent, but he couldn't think of a stronger one!

He understood in an instant, why the opponent is only in the early stage of Lingwu, but is capable of being the captain.

"Junior, don't underestimate me! In the early stage of Lingwu, it will always be rubbish, no matter how strong the martial arts is, it will never be possible to cross the realm gap!"

Wu Zhonghai roared, his eyes erupted with infinite anger, seven soul lights bloomed from his body, overlapping behind him, like a rainbow hanging in the sky.

"I am the top-ranking martial soul of the seven souls of light, so I will be arrogant in front of me!"

The seven souls and light merged into one, and all of them merged into his body, and a splendid color immediately appeared on his body, as if he was wearing a layer of neon haze.

"Wuhun——Red Haze!"

The scorched fist was full of spiritual energy, and a layer of white light was enveloped like a mist, which hit Yang Qingxuan's sentence light!

"boom!"

The fists and fingers collided, the qi on the fingertips shattered, and the soul on the front of the fist was in a trance, and the white smoke seemed to be cut off by half, becoming extremely thin.

Wu Zhonghai grinned and said with a grin: "My martial soul-Chi Haze, is a comprehensive martial soul, capable of offensive and defensive, tangible and intangible, all within a single thought. Is it your soul light? Trash Broken Sword is comparable? Hahaha!"

Yang Qingxuan raised his eyes, the bright gaze became sparse, his fingers pressed forward again, and said casually: "Really?"

The energy on the fingertips completely dissipated, and the white smoke on Wu Zhonghai's fist front was also pierced, and the two hands touched each other!

Wu Zhonghai's pupils shrank, and he laughed fiercely: "Haha, foolish! The fist is a finger-breaker. He tried his best to press it down, only to be completely blown by my fist!"

"Yeah! Blow you! Blast you completely!"

Wu Zhonghai laughed wildly, ignoring his red haze being broken open, his fist slammed into it!

At the moment when the fingers touched the tip of the fist, the bone explosion sounded "crack" one after another.

Wu Zhonghai's crazy yelling stopped, his face changed from frantic laughter to dullness, then to consternation, then he was shocked, and finally turned into panic and distortion!

This series of expression changes, with the bursting fist, was completed in an instant!

"Boom!"

"Ahhh!!"

There was a loud noise, and the two of them shook back, the air wave and soul light shook the air, and then Wu Zhonghai's screams pierced the sky!

Several people around, opened their eyes in amazement, watching Wu Zhonghai's fists dry out and become like sponges, and then the whole fists burst into blood.

Wu Zhonghai groaned in pain, his entire arm trembling fiercely.

His inner fist bones were shattered, a large amount of blood dripped down his fist, and large beads of sweat rolled off his pale face.

The moment the two of them touched their hands just now, they thought they could easily smash Yang Qingxuan’s finger bones, but they never dreamed that those **** pointed on the fist bones, as if a mountain peak was pressed down, and like a dragon crashing, the giant elephant stomped on, and the fist instantly It fell apart!

"That's not true vitality, it's strength, pure strength, or it's'strength'!"

Wu Zhonghai's heart trembled, "What the **** is going on? How can he have such a powerful'strength' in his hand, so big that it shatters my fist bones!"

"How could it be possible that you are just an early stage of Lingwu, a trash martial soul with soul light, how could it have such terrifying power!"

Wu Zhonghai was sweating profusely, panting, and his eyes showed resentment.

Yang Qingxuan's left hand was tucked into his sleeve robe, and Wu Zhonghai's red haze also severely inflicted his fingers on his fingers, swollen like a stick, shaking slightly in the robe.

Performing Xuan-level martial arts twice in a row is also a great burden on the body.

Yang Qingxuan looked pale, but still calmly said: "The reason is very simple, because you are not as good as garbage!"

Several people around felt cold all over.

Although Meng Rui and the others expected that Yang Qingxuan would not suffer, they never dreamed that Wu Zhonghai would be hit hard in an instant.

If defeating Zhao Sihan involves a lot of resourcefulness and luck, what about this moment? Wu Zhonghai has been in the middle of Lingwu for a long time, and he is a well-known master in the outer courtyard!

Meng Rui was the first to react and shouted: "It seems that these classmates have collected a lot of rough mineral spirits. We should ask them for advice and take a look."

After all, with the knife and light, holding a broken blade to a student to chop off.

Liu Cheng and Yue Qiang also knew instantly, sipping out one after another, the soul light blooming from their bodies, domineering and domineering.

Meng Rui was originally the cultivation base of the middle stage of Lingwu. In addition to the abnormal sharpness of the broken blade, he suddenly launched a trouble. Wherever the student could hold it, he was chopped out of blood in an instant and knocked out.

Then the knife flashed and hit another student.

The rust on the broken blade had long been removed, and at this moment, the cold light was scorching, and a mighty force shot out from the knife.

The student yelled, "Yuan Qi!"

In a panic, he hurriedly displayed his martial arts, and a weird bull's head appeared in front of him.

"Boom!"

The bull's head was chopped to pieces by the broken blade, and the sword qi took advantage of the trend, slashing the student out, and sprayed out blood.

Meng Rui injured two of them and saw that Liu Cheng and Yue Qiang also had the upper hand, so he continued to chase the student with a knife.

Wu Zhonghai felt cold. Seeing that he could not suppress Yang Qingxuan, he still wanted his companions to help. Who knew the four companions were instantly suppressed by the other three.

His heart is very anxious, if his companion hangs up, when Yang Qingxuan's companion comes together again, he will be hard to fly.

"Impossible! Our goal is the top ten, how can we lose here!"

Wu Zhonghai roared furiously, ignoring the injury of his right arm, clenched his fist in his left hand, the soul light condensed on the front of the fist and turned into a colorful light.

"I admit that I have always underestimated you. But now, I will treat you as the strongest enemy ever, and take me the strongest secret!"

Raising his left hand, on the front of the fist, seven rays of glow condensed, forming a rune.

A horrible force, centered on that rune, swept away suddenly.

Yang Qingxuan's heart shuddered, and he immediately felt the power of that power. He didn't dare to be careless, and he also raised his right hand, and the five suns moved into his palm!

"It seems that the trick just now is not enough, so let's do it again!"

"Wuyang Yaokong!"

The five groups of Yanyang's true energy suddenly soared, transforming into the five heads, flying down from all directions, covering all directions!