Chapter 792

"Lulin Magic general, thunderstorm shock!"

Jiang Jin's roaring voice fell, and a violent thunder energy burst out from the body of Lu Lin demon. The bricks and stones on the surface of the stone platform, together with the array runes, were broken in a ring.

The crystal stone of turquoise green, diffuse along the leg, demon mushroom stands there, let thunder energy impact.

"Dong!"

As soon as he jumped up, the deer demon would kneel down on one knee, grip his right fist tightly, and stir up the thunder, which made the surrounding space turbulent.

"Higher Nirvana level spirit skill, thunder magic fist!" Jiang Jin's face turned red and yelled.

The demon mushroom standing there, like a giant, is incomparable, which makes his original self-confidence have disappeared, leaving only a sense of crisis.

This time, he didn't give up, but chose to do his best.

"Bang!"

At the foot of the spirit burst, the table broken, the body of the deer forest demon general, like a running bison, rushed to the demon mushroom, and immediately shot out.

"Hiss!"

All corners of the field are illuminated by the thunder.

"Desperate." Xiao Yang gave a faint smile.

As the most spiritual power consuming form of demons, Shengu had no spiritual skills before the imperial vault level. It could suppress the opponent only by the strength of its body.

However, due to its lack of dexterity, in ancient times, most of the demon mushrooms were extremely difficult to upgrade, and it took a long time to break through the first level.

However, with the integration of the four spirit beasts, this drawback has been completely eliminated.

In his eyes, he was indifferent, and his whole body was full of spirit power. He rushed to Jingshi's right fist. The green light suddenly swept away, and his unreserved fist exploded the air one after another.

The next moment, the deer forest devil will collide with the demon mushroom heavily.

"Boom!"

The voice was like thunder rolling in the sky. Many of the lower level disciples covered their ears in pain.

The impact of the two creates the aura of spiritual power, which makes the bottom of the table directly scraped off, and even the surrounding space rippled.

"Bang!"

A huge shadow, carrying a red mist of blood, is like a sandbag hit hard, banging into a mountain.

That's the Magic general of Lulin.

Its whole right arm is smashed into blood foam, embedded in the body around the mountain, cracks spread rapidly, with great visual impact.

His body trembled slightly, and Jiang Jin's face turned white.

The Magic general of Lulin, has he lost?

And the opponent, just a punch

"Brother Xiao is powerful!"

"It's so beautiful. It's worthy of being the strongest person in Beifeng!"

Many disciples cheered, even most of Nanfeng's disciples.

When the gap of strength reaches a certain level, all doubts will disappear.

What's more, Xiao Yang, standing on the stage, is just a new disciple who has just entered sixiaofeng, less than half a year.

"The spirit beast..."

Staring at the demon mushroom, master Tan pulled out an ancient book from nowhere. A moment later, his mind exploded like thunder: "impossible, isn't this a wild animal? How can he adapt to the present world?"

"Well done." Yang Kun stroked Bai Huahua's beard and gave him a satisfied smile. But then his old palm was stiff: "wait a minute, isn't this boy Siyuan Lingshi? When did he have poison attribute?"

"Wuyuan Lingshi!" Other elders, too, have found out this, and they breathe coldly.

Is there any relationship between Xiao Yang and Feng Tiandao?

"A group of people with shallow knowledge, I am the strongest one in Beifeng." Xia Zhen's mouth turned and his face was full of unhappiness.

"Why not me?" Sun Wu scratched his head embarrassed.

"Shut up and watch out for the Gorgon." Xia zhenleng snorted.

"Oh." Sun Wu bowed his head and did not dare to say a word more.

Standing on the stone platform, Jiang Jin stares at Xiao Yang with ferocious eyes.

The enemy is close in front, but the feeling of being unable to revenge forces him to collapse.

"You have a sense of accomplishment when you destroy our Jiang family, don't you?" Jiang Jin word by word of the road, between the tone of killing quite strong.

"I'm sorry, it's not." Xiao Yang shakes his head and smiles.

Let's not say that Jin Maozhen's action to destroy the Jiang family did not originate from his instigation. What's more, the cause of the matter was that the owner of the Jiang family came after him and wanted to kill him.

He had no feeling at all about the collapse of the Jiang family.

"You wait, sooner or later, I will kill you myself!" Jiang Jin put down a cruel word and wanted to leave Shitai.

"Bang!"

All of a sudden, the demon mushroom, which has been standing still, is smashed by one blow.

Jiang Jin's face was filled with panic.Xiao Yang, want to root out!

"I'm sorry, it seems that Lulin devil has transferred the problem of losing control to him." Xiao Yang shrugged and said with a smile.

"Son of a bitch!" Tan Shi's eyes are furious, and he's going to fight.

"Elder Tan, you didn't intervene when Lulin demon was under control just now. Now, you should also be a spectator." Yang Kun smiles and stands in front of Mr. tan.

"You..." Tan Shi was so angry that his body was trembling.

Jiang Jin's strength is not weak in Xiaolei's heaven. If Tang like people die, they will die. But Jiang Jin's death will definitely cause huge losses and extremely serious negative effects.

When the fist of the demon mushroom is about to fall.

"Dang!"

The sound of metal collision suddenly rang out. A palm, just like the palm cast by thunder slurry, was only the size of a normal spirit Master, but it took down the fist of demon holy mushroom.

"What is that?" Xue Yi's breath stopped.

Under the demon holy mushroom fist, a figure stands still. Its face is like a serious Buddha statue. Its powerful right arm resists the fist of demon holy mushroom. Its metal skin has a bright luster. A solid seven point thunder ring floats behind it. It has a sense of self-confidence.

"Lei Gang figurines?"

Slightly Leng for a while, on the pretty face of an you, the color of inconceivable appears: "Mu yuan? Isn't he already in thunder days? How can he appear here? "

A young man with a cold face fell lightly on the stone platform and looked at Jiang Jin: "you go down. I'm here. He doesn't dare to do it."

That look in the eyes has no wave posture, completely does not put Xiao Yang on the stage, in the eye.

Muyuan, the seventh level lingpan.

Only some old disciples with more than two years old have this strength. No wonder they have the courage to despise Xiao Yang.

"Brother priest, thank you for your help. This boy must be killed!" Jiang Jin quickly flees from the area under the demon holy mushroom fist, and at the same time cuts Xiao Yang hard.

"Well." Mu yuan nodded faintly.

"Shua!"

However, at the moment when Mu yuan nodded, Xiao Yang's figure with a knife had already fallen behind Jiang Jin. A drop of scarlet blood was flowing slowly from the tip of the pure white snow knife.

"Tick!"