Chapter 1015: The Power of One Strike

The spear was extremely sharp, with Ou Yangming's belief that he could cut everything.

All over the world, the sky and the earth, under this gun, everyone has to temporarily avoid the sharp edge, and everything is irresistible.

Dong Chenyu's face was solemn, and the blood flow in his body accelerated a lot. This shot gave him the feeling that it was very strong, even if he was a Venerable, he had to deal with it carefully.

He lowered his center of gravity, his breath became thicker, like a mountain like a mountain, and the Danhu Lake glowed with colorful rays of light, his spiritual power roared, and he pushed his hands outward, turning into two big white hands, tearing at the spear light. Go, this is a clever Tai Chi push hand, and Dong Chenyu wants to defuse this blow.

"Boom..." The gun light shocked the sky, and it seemed to contain countless mysterious avenues, which were changing all the time, and the speed was extremely fast, like lightning.

And those two big white hands that condensed out of thin air actually run counter to the skills of the Blood Flood Dragon Clan.

Zhongzheng is majestic, with a wonderful artistic conception of unloading force, and it pays attention to fighting with force.

"Bang..." There was a loud noise, this big hand hadn't brought out the ingenuity of "strike force with force", and it collapsed after only holding on for two breaths.

If it was just that, this blow could not be Ouyang Ming's strongest method. One must know that the Xuefeng is so vast, how majestic is the power generated under the pile of avalanches? This already belongs to Tianwei. Moreover, it is still motivated by the true meaning of Tao. It can be said that this shot is the strongest shot Ouyang Ming has used so far, and his energy and spirit are all united, so it can blow away the power of Dong Chenyu's blow. Although it is unexpected, it is also reasonable. among.

But the gun still kept firing, and it directly blasted Dong Chenyu away.

Seeing this scene, Dong Chenyu's face changed slightly, and he thought to himself, what a pervert, if this devours his blood, how far can I go, return to the ancestors? Beyond atavism? The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, but his movements were unambiguous, and he quickly stabilized his posture, as if he had turned into a towering mountain, with a faint red light emitting from his body. Gathered together, it turned into a mysterious turtle that could suppress the eternal, and stood in front of it.

"Boom..." The gun light collided with the mysterious turtle, ripples visible to the naked eye arose in the space, and countless air waves swept out in all directions with a domineering attitude. It was crushed and turned into countless hurricanes, rolling up countless yellow sands, overlapping in circles, rolling into the sky, and in just a moment, it stirred up a prairie fire.

One breath, two breaths...

The black turtle made of defensive power trembled in unison with the big avalanche spear, and there was a sound of mourning, as if it might collapse at any time.

A moment later, there was a bang, and at the same time every inch collapsed, turning into countless fragments of spiritual power.

Dong Chenyu's pupils shrank slightly, his right arm trembled, his palm burst open, and blood was dripping.

Ouyang Ming was even more miserable. His face was pale, his spiritual power was reversed, his internal organs were all displaced, his body staggered, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Silence, deathly silence...

The scene in front of him has surpassed the cognition of these Tianjiao. They never expected that Ouyang Ming not only blocked a move, but also broke the mouth of this alien venerable. Moreover, when the venerable is still defending with all his strength, I can't help but have this thought in my heart, what will happen if I match this move? Many practitioners ask and answer themselves, they will die, there is no suspense, they will die. Even Daozi couldn't stop this blow.

this trick,

Has the posture of pressing down on a generation.

The faces of everyone looking at Ouyang Ming changed again. In addition to admiration, they were even more worshipful.

"Oh, it's a pity, I have to die with the posture of overwhelming a generation." A handsome man in white said softly.

"Yes, as long as he escapes today's catastrophe, jumps over the dragon gate, breaks his spirit and becomes a god, it will be just around the corner." Another, a peak spirit person, echoed.

The Meridian Sword in He Jian's hand swung out, pierced the throat of a blood dragon, licked his mouth vigorously, and thought in his heart, this shot, even if I try to slap the sky, I can't stop it, Brother Yu, How many more surprises do you want to give me?

Jiang Yingrong's figure is light and graceful, her eyes are radiant, as if she just met Ouyang Ming, her sexy and fiery red lips are parted, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and a smile on her face.

Burying Jian became more and more certain in his heart that this deal would definitely not be a loss. He tried his best to move the engraved sword mark on his arm, pinched the time in his heart, and at the same time looked for the best opportunity to make a move.

Dong Chenyu lightly licked the blood from the palm of his hand, his eyes once again showed a playful look, and said coldly: "You are the strongest spirit man I have ever seen, but after this shot, your dantian's spiritual power was exhausted, How do you fight?"

He knew that he was wrong, and he was wrong too much. Before, he thought that He Jian was the strongest and the most difficult in this group of people, but he didn't expect that the strongest was this ugly boy? He suffered some minor injuries, but that's all.

Ouyang Ming didn't speak, and spread his hands indifferently, thinking to himself, the time for ten breaths has come.

He believed in Burying Sword. Since this swordsmanship master said this, he would never aim at it indiscriminately.

However, before this thought came to an end, the blood-colored sword in Jianjian's hand emitted a strange light. At the same time, the blood-colored sword light on Burial Sword's arm merged into Shen Tu, and a violent aura spread to the surroundings.

This is a kind of madness, a madness that despises everything.

The pure sword intent filled the air, directly locking Dong Chenyu's aura firmly.

As for the buried sword, the whole body is covered by sword energy, and the sword energy around him is born and then destroyed, and after it is destroyed, it is born again.

Like the reincarnation of life and death, forming a circle, with firm eyes, he said softly: "This sword is the full blow of the peak master of Absolute Sword Peak with his blood essence, please!" The voice was not loud, but it was like thunder.

Before the words fell, he slashed forward brazenly.

The entire world was divided into two parts by this sword light, one part was yellow sand and the other side was sword energy.

This sword is extremely arrogant, and everything in the world has to bow its head before this sword.

Wherever they passed, dozens of blood dragons were reduced to ashes without even being able to react at all.

"Take advantage of this opportunity and run away!" Burial Sword said, his face turned pale, and the full-strength strike of the sword cultivator's venerable blow, just to stimulate it, the spiritual energy needed can only be described in terms of massive amounts, even if he is Daozi, it's a bit overwhelming.

He Jian and Jiang Yingrong looked at each other and nodded secretly.

As for Dong Chenyu, a strong crisis filled his mind, and it seemed that if he was not careful for a moment, he would be completely wiped out.

Even he felt that this attack was difficult, so he could only deal with it with all his strength.

With a muffled roar in his heart, his body suddenly swelled and turned into a blood dragon. The scales on his body are blood red, and the cold light is shining, which is more than fifty feet long. A dark black pattern spread from the top of the head to the tail. Looking closely, it turned out to be an evil creature that looked like a dragon but not a dragon, and a snake but not a snake. The muscles all over its body bowed like a horned dragon, full of explosive power. The body trembled slightly, and even the space seemed to tremble slightly.

A fierce look flashed in Dong Chenyu's eyes, and the dark lines instantly lit up.

An evil thing that was neither a dragon nor a snake turned into a phantom, condensed out of thin air, and stood in front of him.

He exhaled suddenly, and an invisible wind spread, and the phantom condensed out of thin air suddenly bumped forward.

"Boom..." The aura exploded, and in just a moment, the phantom had a sign of collapse.

Dong Chenyu's complexion changed drastically, he raised his right hand, slapped the center of his eyebrows, and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The blood contained strong blood power, turning into a large cloud of blood mist, extremely scarlet. Dong Chenyu raised his hand and pointed, and the blood mist immediately melted into the phantom, which stopped the decline and made the phantom stabilize and become more solid. But the sword cultivator's offensive power was too strong, even if he spewed blood, Dong Chenyu still didn't take much advantage.

At this time, there was only one thought left in the minds of the people watching the battle, and it was a metamorphosis with an inheritance.

The fact is also the same, Ouyang Ming and his group, counting the buried sword, there are four of them in total, except for Jiang Yingrong, the rest of them all have the level of Daozi's combat strength.

Ouyang Ming has the inheritance of the dragon and phoenix clans, and he has great luck and great opportunity, there is no doubt about it.

He Jian is much inferior, but his sword can touch the sky, which is Xu Aoran's inherited sword art. This is a ruthless person who can crush the sky thunder with his bare hands and blow away the robbery cloud.

As for Burial Sword, he is also the number one sect in Zhangzhou, the Daoist of Juejian Peak of the Seven Star Sect. Of course it is not enough to compare with Ouyang Ming, but compared with the rest, this status is already indescribably noble.

At this moment, Zunjian made a tactic with both hands at the same time, and said in a deep voice, "Explosion!"

Immediately, this majestic sword energy exploded, and the air waves swept across all directions. Sands tens of feet high were lifted up and joined together, like a curtain made of sand, pushed out circle by circle, drawing Countless concentric circles.

Wherever it passes, life is cut off.

Even Dong Chenyu had to stay out of the way for a while.

Tianjiao, who gathered from all corners of the country, looked shocked, and quickly backed away, even the Venerable was temporarily avoiding, how could they stop it?

He muttered to himself, and said: "Could it be that they can really walk away from the Venerable?" I felt extremely terrified in my heart. A group of spiritual beings walked away from the Venerable. Just thinking about it makes people feel very scared. crazy.

"Hurry up..." Ouyang Ming let out a low voice, forced out the last trace of spiritual power, and fled away.

Jiang Yingrong, He Jian, and Zanjian followed closely behind, turned into four blue horses, and disappeared into the distance.

Dong Chenyu retreated a hundred feet, avoiding the core where the sword energy exploded, his face was frosty, and his voice was like coming from the Nine Serenity Cold Pool: "Do you really think you can escape? Use all your trump cards! , the next time you catch up, you will die!" With a wave of his long sleeves, he took the remaining dozens of blood flood dragons and chased him far away.

And the master of the dead clan has already locked their position firmly, no matter how fast Ouyang Ming and the other four are, they can't compete with the Venerable.

What's more, there is not much spiritual energy left in Ouyang Ming's and Buried Sword's dantian.

"Where are they?" Dong Chenyu asked via voice transmission, the voice roared like thunder, and he seemed extremely annoyed.

As soon as the sound came out, an ugly poisonous insect immediately flew out of the yellow sand, came to Dong Chenyu and buzzed a few times.

"Hmph, so I went to the northwest, I'm looking for death! That's a Jedi, and it won't take long to get out of the blood dragon family's sphere of influence." Bloody eyes flashed in his eyes, and he chased after him. ...

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