Chapter 1399

"Are those the two soldiers of Yangxu?"

"My God, they alone destroyed all the holy armies of the holy mountain?"

On the side of the blue family, LAN Xuanyu and LAN Qiying were shocked.

The blue rain and white snow hidden in the crowd were also too surprised to speak.

Other audiences seemed to see miracles one by one, marveling and talking one after another.

Only Yang Jiajun seemed to have expected this result.

In addition to his face full of pride and watching Yangxu fight with the sage king.

There was no other reaction.

"Sage Wang and Yangxu, who has a better chance of winning?"

Someone asked curiously.

"Normally, the saint Wang has a better chance of winning, but the evil Yang Xu can't be measured by common sense!"

So far.

Yang Xu has created miracles many times. The name that can't be found by capable people is finally deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone.

Even those who are not optimistic about Yangxu dare not insist that the sage king will win at the moment.

"Die!"

The 39 way sage Wang Jinying has a ghost in the void behind him.

They condensed with blood light and brought a huge force.

Boom, boom!

Thirty nine sage kings were killed by Qi chaoyangxu.

Thirty nine powerful fist shadows, like thirty-nine golden pillars of light, blinked and killed in front of Yang Xu.

Before.

Yang Xuhui blocked it with golden black bell jar and yin-yang dragon stake.

But now.

The reason why he came to the holy mountain.

One is to teach the holy mountain a hard lesson and tell them they are not easy to mess with.

on the other hand.

Yang Xu wanted to try if he could use the power of the sage king to help him achieve Nirvana!

He had a guess that the holy mountain and other forces suddenly targeted themselves.

There seems to be a mysterious force behind it.

Can have such means, and so mysterious.

Yangxu can't think of anyone else. It's only the leader of Feiying sect.

He vaguely felt that the leader of the flying eagle sect might not be harming himself.

But want to help yourself further!

Seeing the attack of the sage king, he came.

This time.

Yangxu has no defense.

Instead, he used his whole body to punch:

Heaven fist!

He's going to hit hard!

Come to a peak to peak battle!

Buzz!

Yang Xu blew out with a fist, and an ancient and beautiful palace suddenly appeared in the void.

Ancient paradise seems to come from ancient times.

Wisps of ancient and mysterious breath make the void of the universe present a taste of thick history.

A holy angel and Cupid, flying from the ancient heaven.

Keng!

Thirty nine powerful fists were blasted on the ancient heaven.

The whole heaven was shaken by the fist strength of the sage king, bursting out one golden ripple after another.

However.

That's all!

Thirty nine golden fists never broke through the ancient heaven.

Because this ancient paradise suddenly flows with holy lights.

It is like the stomach of a God, constantly wriggling.

He swallowed up all the boxing strength of the sage king:

Buzz!

The thirty-nine violent fists are all powerful people from tongtianjing 8. Their strength is not ordinary and amazing.

After swallowing it all.

The power of ancient heaven suddenly soared.

It is like an ancient golden holy mountain, rumbling down towards the holy heaven.

Poof poof!

Now there are ten golden figures, all broken.

The other 29 saints, Wang Jinying, tore the void and fled into golden light.

Hoo, hoo, Hoo!

They stood in the void and looked behind them with lingering fear.

Then I saw the illusion of the ancient heaven, after crushing the ten sage Wang Jinying.

Slowly dissipated in the air.

In the heart of the sage king, a storm arose:

He didn't expect that Yang Xu's fist was so powerful.

No wonder my son Tiandu died at the hands of this boy!

Thinking of this, the sage Wang felt another pain in his heart.

The pain of losing his son made him flash across the burning killing machine in 20 pairs of eyes.

Now.

The audience around did not feel how shocked and unexpected.

Because they're numb.

Even if Yang Xu overturned the void of the universe in one breath.

I'm afraid they won't be much surprised.

Yangxu itself is a miracle!

"Don't look at the sage king's eight accomplishments in tongtianjing. If it goes on like this, Yang Xu will kill him completely. I'm afraid it won't take much effort."

"That's for sure. Others may not be able to do it, but it's common for Yangxu to kill people beyond his level."

"It's a monster! I'm afraid the Lord won't sit idly by now?"

The practitioners who watched could not help looking deep into the holy mountain.

Around the holy mountain at the moment, the corpses of the holy army have been floating around, and the blood lingers like a river.

But the holy mountain is like a bottomless pool. No one knows what the Lord is brewing.

"Die! Yangxu, you have to die!"

The sage king is getting angry.

He has always been below one person and above ten thousand people. He has never experienced the sense of powerlessness here.

His eyes were burning like golden anger, and his body shook violently:

Brush!

In all directions, 28 golden figures gathered towards him.

"Stop playing tricks? It seems that he has felt pressure."

Dugu sword devil light tunnel.

After cleaning up the miscellaneous fish of the holy army.

He and Taoist Kong Xuan did not interfere in the battle between Yang Xu and the sage king.

At their level, naturally, at a glance, Yang Xu regarded the sage king as a sharpener.

For now, however, it seems.

This grindstone doesn't seem very qualified.

"Although the sage Wang has enough confidence, he is too poor in means. He doesn't know Yang Xu at all and can't be an enemy."

Taoist Kong Xuan revealed the greatest disadvantage of the sage king.

At this point.

He doesn't even know Yangxu as well as his son shengtiandu.

"Let's see. The sage Wang can barely be Yang Xu's opponent, but he is not qualified to be a grindstone."

He is an 8-level expert who is second only to the Lord in the holy mountain. He is said by Dugu sword devil and Taoist Kong Xuan that he is not even qualified to be Yangxu's sharpening stone.

If this is heard by others, it will shock their eyes.

"Blood eight loose hands!"

After the twenty-nine golden shadows of the sage king were combined, the momentum soared.

His energy was burning like gold, and he used the most powerful move:

Big move!

Big collapse!

Great reincarnation!

Big crack!

Four consecutive moves of Sanshou can create four powerful palmprints.

On each palm print, there are layers of gold and holy light.

In the palm of my hand, I seem to hold four big days. It's golden and dazzling.

The powerful lethality is like four heavenly knives, which are killed by the rising sun.

"Sage king, if you only have this means, it's over!"