Chapter 1207 Yan Meitou, Take My Punch!

"Yohoho!"

Yan Wu Se was excited.

As expected, a proud person like Mei Si Ren would never leave everything to others.

Yan Wu Se was also more pleased to see that Mei Si Ren would bury himself in the inner island because he wanted to restrict his two angels of light.

In this way, he only had to face Kong Yu Hen, who was in poor condition.

Even if he had the Zu Ying Staff, this staff could not give direct killing power!

Yan Wu Se had a good understanding of the ten supernatural weapons.

This staff could strengthen the power of time, and it was indeed very powerful under certain circumstances.

But the higher the strength, the greater the limitation. Not to mention that non-time attributes could not be used, such as changing the time of the entire Void Island, each time it would inevitably cost a huge price.

Kong Yu Hen, how many times can he make a move?

While thinking, Mei Si Ren raised his sword and rushed into the sky, while Yan Wu Se lowered his head and flashed towards Kong Yu Hen.

The two of them were like the water of the clear and the Wei River, passing by each other without interfering with each other.

"Kong Yuhen——"

Yan Wu Se roared with excitement, his face lost its shape and form in the flashing light and shadow.

However, at this moment, Kong Yuhen made a vulgar move that was extremely inconsistent with his identity.

He stretched out his hand to the void in front of him, pulled out a handful of holy medicine, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"This?"

Yan Wu Se turned into an aurora and passed through Kong Yuhen's body almost at the same time, but at a certain moment, he realized something was wrong.

Above the nine heavens, the angels of the moon and the stars were not blocked at all, successfully reached the sky, and raised their arms.

Mei Siren, who was supposed to contain the moon and star angels, stopped halfway, turned around, and the sword art formation diagram under his feet disappeared.

"Heart swordsmanship, the gods and Buddhas are here."

With a murmur, the Taicheng Sword vibrated, and a ferocious sword elephant jumped out from behind Mei Siren.

The sword elephant at this time was extremely illusory and did not show a real form, because this sword was mainly heart swordsmanship, no longer mainly thorough divine thoughts.

As soon as the sword elephant appeared, Yan Wu Se was forced out of his body from the form of light. His expression was shaken, and a ferocious devil flashed into his mind.

The sword elephant broke into his spiritual world!

This is not strong.

Yan Wu Se can break the Wu You Sword Flow, which is also in the first realm, so the gods and Buddhas can naturally do it.

It’s just that the essence of the sword elephant is to penetrate the power of the mind, so it takes more effort.

But that’s all, after all, Mei Siren can’t do it with all his strength!

Yan Wu Se is also the master of everything in the state of consciousness.

He even turned into a god of light, looking down at the vicious sword elephant that jumped into his spiritual world.

It has to be said that this is a very stupid move!

Other semi-saints may have strong spiritual skills, but they will have corresponding shortcomings in spirit and soul.

The Three Emperors will not.

The Three Emperors have no shortcomings!

“God Lord…”

On the sea of ​​consciousness, Yan Wu Se turned into the god of light in his own world and spread his arms high.

But as soon as the voice fell, the spiritual world was in turmoil, and strange phenomena such as nine-day thunderstorms, volcanic eruptions, mountain torrents and tsunamis occurred.

The full moon was in the sky, and the evil was born.

A ninety-nine-story building rose from the ground, and on the top of the ancient building, there stood a lonely and arrogant black figure.

In the real world, the second real body stepped on the sword plate in the distance, opened the unity of heaven and man, and flashed in front of the face of "Kong Yuhen".

In front of the face of the deity, it was Yan Wu Se who was forced out of his true body by Mei Siren's sword elephant.

A brief moment.

But this is an opportunity!

"Heart swordsmanship, all are demons."

After receiving the sword of the teacher, the fearless second real body said this, and Yan Wu Se's spiritual world received a cold look from the shadow of the lonely building, and the devil burst out of his eyes.

A moment.

Still only a moment.

In less than half a breath, Yan Wu Se adjusted his state.

The three emperors can't go crazy!

The Three Emperors could not obey the will of others or be suppressed by their own will and demons!

The current gods and Buddhas are just a joke when facing those who are determined to be in the Tao.

Opening his eyes, Mei Siren is at the end of his rope, and Xu Xiaoshou is at his wit's end.

Yan Wu Se sneered.

He laughed at Mei Siren for not understanding the gap between half-saints, laughed at Xu Xiaoshou for not knowing how high the sky is and how deep the earth is, and dared to attack him, and laughed at Kong Yuhen for being so weak that he needed the help of others before he dared to attack himself.

In this way, maybe Kong Yuhen was only the incarnation of a half-saint...

No!

A half-saint incarnation is not that weak, right?

Even Xu Xiaoshou came to help, why is Kong Yuhen so incompetent?

Is he fake?

A possibility flashed through Yan Wu Se's mind - only when someone is present, similar speculations can appear in the mind of the Holy Temple.

"Meow~"

A cat's cry broke Yan Wu Se's thinking and scratched his face.

After opening his eyes, he could no longer see the young face of Kong Yuhen, but a confused cat head with a smell of medicine?

After Yan Wu Se fixed his sight, his pupils lost focus.

What did he see?

Three disgusting pupils!

From a cat's... Leijia pupils? !

Three gray flowers quickly turned and flowed into the pupils. Yan Wu Se lost consciousness for a short time, and his lips and teeth opened:

"Meow~"

This sound contained holy power, and it almost spread across half of the Void Island.

Yan Wu Se's old face turned red on the spot after he called out.

A moment!

Still only a moment!

Even though he was controlled by the Three Disgusting Pupils and the Transformation Hole, Yan Wu Se's powerful soul power still broke free in an instant.

On the contrary, the little white cat, whose body was filled with the scent of medicine, was so shocked by the backlash that he vomited blood and flew backwards, almost comatose.

"There is no time left to hate, and there is no point in stubbornly resisting..."

Before Yan Wuse could finish his words, his thoughts were almost frozen, and at the same time, there was a tingling pain in his chest.

He saw the face of a young man with a distorted expression. It was clearly not Kong Yuhen's, but... Xu Xiaoshou's?

Sure enough, it was Xu Xiaoshou!

So just now, I and No. 2 were restrained by this fake boy?

When was it replaced?

How could he have a semi-holy incarnation?

Or could it be said that this is the external incarnation inherited from the storyteller, but the external incarnation is clearly not this type of existence form!

There was no time to think at all, Yan Wuse's consciousness was frozen.

He saw the right arm that had returned to Xu Xiaoshou's true form and was rounded like a blackened dead tree. The sleeves and robes turned into dead leaves in the air, and pieces flew away.

He saw the majestic energy condensed in the sleeveless red-scorched fist, compressed into a large mass, like the beginning of chaos, capable of opening up the power of heaven and earth.

Powerful, supreme, and unsolvable!

Yan Wuxi's scalp suddenly opened, and death came over him.

This is a punch that is enough to threaten the life of the semi-saint, and it is a punch that is enough to knock out his face!

Such a punch could be thrown by Kong Yuhen... no, by Xu Xiaoshou?

impossible!

Not to mention Xu Xiaoshou.

Even when the real hatred comes, it is impossible to condense such power that can open up chaos under such short control - pure, ultimate, exhausting the power of the physical body, and absolute output power!

"Die!"

A distorted roar exploded in my ears.

Yan Wuse wanted to dodge, but he had the speed of light. As long as his consciousness reacted quickly enough, he could dodge the attack no matter what.

Even though he encountered three consecutive waves of control.

But as soon as his body moved, the pain in his chest intensified, and time on the Void Island was frozen.

The image transmitted by Sheng Nian was of Xu Xiaoshou holding nothingness with his left hand, but it was like grabbing something and stabbing it into his heart.

Yes, the Shadow Staff of the Ancestor of Time?

At this moment, time on the entire Void Island stopped due to Xu Xiaoshou's punch.

Yan Wuse finally moved, with disbelief on his face.

Lights and shadows flickered in his mind, and the information Gou Wuyue had reported jumped out:

There is a person in the Holy Slave who possesses a special spiritual skill that can blow his head off.

It's a bit like spiritual skills, but a bit different.

It is very powerful, but the source of the power is unknown.

Yan Wuse stopped thinking.

At the last moment, the name of the guy who had punched Gou Wuyue was resounding in his mind, and he also heard the laughter in the whole room.

And, at this moment, the roar from that name really came to my ears:

"Yan Moutou, take a punch from me!!!"

…

The stream of chaotic light cut through the Void Island.

In the Sin Palace, the energy rippled horizontally, distorting the space and turning the color of light into nothingness.

The great power that suddenly emerged from the nine heavens was, at this moment, even brighter and more dazzling than that light.

Even the so-called brightest "white" in the world has been suppressed.

"What's this?"

Heart-stopping fluctuations were generated at the same time in various Jedi places such as the Palace of Sin, the Forest of Miracles, and the Blood Realm.

The spiritual masters scattered all over the Void Island all raised their eyes to pay attention.

Zhan Dao, Taixu... Even on the Holy God Continent, everyone is already at the pinnacle of each realm.

At this moment, everyone felt that they were as insignificant as ants.

At this point in the battle, those with sharp eyes have already used various methods to identify who is involved in the mixed fight above Void Island.

The Seven Sword Immortal Mei Siren, the Divine Envoy of Heaven No. 2, the King of Hell Huangquan, the Five Declines of Heaven and Man, etc.

The most eye-catching thing among them is that after Wan Jing puts on his clothes, he looks like the colorless appearance of the Three Emperors descending from the gods.

Everyone was staring at Yan Wuse from afar, wanting to see when this soul-refining light would be able to clean up those "dark garbage".

Or maybe the boat capsizes in the gutter - but not many people have thought about this possibility.

Even if the Seven Swords Immortal Mei Siren conferred the title of Sword Saint, in today's era, his reputation is still not as great as that of the Three Emperors, who are full of gold.

Unexpectedly, in such a battle situation, a slightly unfamiliar young man suddenly ran out and burst into everyone's sight.

Sword Saint Mei Si, are they all supporting him?

His main output, one punch, hit the Three Emperor Yan Wucolor?

"boom!"

After the brilliance passed, the minds of the spiritual masters on Void Island all went blank for a brief moment, perfectly responding to the vacuum created by that moment and that punch.

And when Yan Wuse's old face was severely deformed under a punch, all the bones in his body crackled and shattered, his body turned into a stream of light and smashed through the space, falling straight from the sky, blasting through the back of Zuiyi Palace...

Everyone is waking up from a dream!

"The Third Emperor's colorless face was beaten away by a boy?"

"How can this be?!"

Outside the Zuiyi Hall, Leng Qi, the leader of the Daxian Tian Sect, who had been away from the center of the battlefield for a long time, and Ming Yue, the master of the Gui Yin Pavilion, looked at each other, looking at each other.

"He looks familiar?"

"No, absolutely not! It's impossible, absolutely impossible! Maybe, they just look a bit alike..."

"Look, isn't Saint Slave Xu Xiaoshou also present, so the one who punched should be someone else?"

"Then have you seen his face? He no longer pretends..."

Beside the holy execution ground, the two Gu brothers, holding swords and carrying swords, looked into the distance with equally dull eyes.

"Big Brother, Mr. Si, Mr. Siren!"

"It's not important, what's important is the person next to him."

"Chen... uh, Brother Xu?"

"Yes, Xu Xiaoshou!"

"That's not right, the last time we saw Xu Xiaoshou was when he was a junior brother in the City Lord's Mansion, or in Baiku, on the Lijian Grassland? He, is a congenital? Grandmaster?"

"... I, have forgotten a little."

In the Juejin Fire Region, the master and disciple of the Jinzhao lineage, who could no longer soak in the magma, were originally sitting on a big rock to watch the battle.

No matter how exciting the battle on the Void Island was, it had nothing to do with the Holy Palace.

But suddenly, the young man who raised his fist to try to beat Yan Wucai changed his face and became a very familiar look to the two.

That kid, Xu Xiaoshou?

The person opposite was Yan Wucai, who couldn't even be beaten away by a punch from his master. Was he beaten away by Xu Xiaoshou and disappeared?

"Master!"

Bai Fu stood up in shock, his eyes shocked and terrified.

This punch represents too many meanings, perhaps even more powerful than the explosion of the Void Island.

With just this punch, the lineage of Shenggong Jinzhao can no longer protect Xu Xiaoshou.

Xu Xiaoshou will also be completely included in the affiliation of the dark forces of Shengnu - even if he has long been a member of Shengnu.

Although he had never really entered the sight of the big shots before, there was also Shengnu Wuxiu above him, so Xu Xiaoshou had room to turn around before.

Now, there is a big shot, and even his eyeballs have been blown out!

Room?

There is no room at all!

"Go over."

"Master, we are only here in Yunlun Mountains to inspect the future disciples of the Holy Palace. You must not forget this."

"Don't worry, I will remember."

"Then wait for me, Master, you are flying too fast!"

...

"Attention, passive value, +682."

"Awe, passive value, +793."

"Suspicion, passive value, +1162."

"..."

The information could not be blocked, and with a passive punch, Xu Xiaoshou completely entered the high-level circle of the Holy Land.

Taixu was afraid, and half-saints were shocked.

Just like at this moment, Mei Siren was holding the sword, almost unable to close his mouth. While resisting the aftermath of this punch, he stared blankly at Xu Xiaoshou, who only had half an arm left.

He even blinked desperately, but found that all this was not fake.

His own student really beat Yan Wu Se away?

Or...

"You, are really Kong Yuhen?"

"Suspected, passive value, +1."

The other side of Huangquan and Tianren Wushu also stopped moving.

Because No. 2 also stopped chasing at this time, he turned his head with a shocked face and looked at the battlefield elsewhere.

"Kong Yuhen?"

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

"Old Yan, was beaten away?"

It was visible to the naked eye that wisps of smoke floated on the holy ring above No. 2's head.

No one was more unbelievable than No. 2, because it had only been more than ten breaths since Yan Wucai asked him to chase and kill the King of Hell.

They just parted, and it blew up?

"Suspected, passive value, +1."

However, even though everyone on the island was shocked that he had destroyed Yan Wucai with one punch, Xu Xiaoshou himself was blown up to the point that only the arm holding the Shi Zu Ying Staff was left.

Perhaps, this arm was still saved by the power of the Shi Zu Ying Staff.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't know, and after throwing that punch, his mind went blank for a moment.

But after coming to his senses, he was not satisfied.

Very dissatisfied!

That was a passive punch with a charge value of 56.33%. How could it just knock someone away?

Let alone Yan Wu Se, even if he was a god who specialized in physical training and claimed to have mastered the secrets of the art of lifting, he was here.

The head, it must bloom, right?

"Condition your head and let's see."

The second real body disappeared after a moment of silence, and stretched out his hand to pinch out the Holy Five Fingerprint Seed Technique.

Behind Xu Xiaoshou's original body, Da Huan Duo Yi appeared, and with a "doo" sound, he swallowed the Holy Five Fingerprint Seed Technique before the energy exploded.

"Transformation" was running wildly.

With only one arm left, his physical body was repaired quickly.

Until his head came back, Xu Xiaoshou seemed to have found how to exert "perception".

He looked far away.

A high smoke and dust like plowing through the sky tore from the northeast corner of the main hall of the Sin First Hall to the extreme southwest.

Space and Taoism were all broken!

This is the direction Yan Wu Se went after being beaten and flew away!

The Sin First Palace was too huge. When Xu Xiaoshou had recovered, Yan Wu Se had only plowed through about 70% of the territory of the Sin First Palace.

This speed, however, must be said to be extremely fast!

The maze walls could not stop Yan Wu Se, who had become a pile of mud. Even the major side halls in the Sin First Palace, even with the blessing of the barrier, could not stop him.

There were even dark void servants who were smashed through the chest by the distorted Yan Wu Se, breaking the defense.

Until Yan Mei Tou turned into Yan Ran Meat, completely plowed away from the scope of the Sin First Palace, broke the barrier, and smashed into the streets of the Giant Kingdom, and then passed through the ancient buildings on the street, bombarded the primitive forest in the suburbs, and knocked away a certain Zhenxu Monument.

"Rumble..."

The entire Sin First Palace began to collapse and collapse.

Even though they were thousands of miles away, everyone on the Void Island could see the huge mushroom cloud rising above the palace.

This palace started to explode from the Zhenhuang Palace...

Afterwards, due to various holy and imperial disasters, even the dome was blown through...

Now being plowed through by Yan Wuse, and having used up the power of the Passive Fist to open up the chaos, I finally couldn't hold it anymore...

Total collapse!

The majestic ancient palace is one of the Nine Jedi. At this time, even the palace protection formation was destroyed after coming out, and it could not withstand the penetration of Yan Wucolor...

Completely smashed!

Xu Xiaoshou narrowed his eyes, not giving up yet.

When he dodged away, "Perception" saw Yan Wuse, who was almost blown away from the Zhenhuang Palace to another Jedi. After hitting the Suppression Monument at the end of the road, his whole body was shattered and turned into ashes. Even the color of the light was gone. When it is erased.

Xu Xiaoshou was satisfied.

Thanks to the teacher Mei Siren, he had to play hard to get and take the lead in controlling and uncovering Yan Wuse's body, so that the passive fist had hope of hitting Yan Wuse.

Thanks to his master, Mr. Sang, who taught him how to use Yuling Drops in the Eighth Palace, Xu Xiaoshou knew how to use Yan Wuse.

At that time, Mr. Sang said:

"Elemental bodies have three ways to die."

"The last way to die is by absolute power."

Xu Xiaoshou waved his right arm, feeling the tingling sensation brought by the new flesh and blood. After this punch, he finally affirmed his fighting power.

Hit.

Even half-saints have to kneel down and call grandpa.

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