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Aside from the unimaginable explosion, the collision of the ice and fire also produced thick white smoke. Ten meters, thirty meters, three hundred meters …

As the thick smoke dissipated, Ling Quan and Wu Zun returned to the group's line of sight. Unexpectedly, they did not fall! However, the ice shattered and the fire was extinguished. The sword left his hand and the spear left his body. The battlefield was littered with rocks, and the sky seemed to be riddled with wounds. Otherwise, why would the white clouds have been reduced to half of its original size?

There was blood in front of both of them, his own blood. Everyone had a few spots of blood on them. The battle continued without falling. Wu Zun was the first to run towards Ling Jun. He raised his right hand horizontally and gripped the air as the black sword returned. He stepped on the rocks and broke them apart.

Ling Jun waved his left hand, and a stream of lava fell into his hand. The spirits stirred the magma and drew a gossipy picture. The lava instantly congealed in front of him, leaving behind only the spinning of the Eight Trigrams.

As the eight trigrams spun, the black sword suddenly turned violent. With a flurry of force, it managed to break free from Wu Zun's control, creating a twenty feet long afterimage as it pierced straight into the trident.

Chi chi. Six lines split open on the lava stone. Rock Breaking Shield? No, the fiery red lava flowed through the cracks and instantly converged into the eight trigrams. The gossip turned into a circle, spreading towards the sword.

The black sword fell into the lava and stopped moving. A pitch-black liquid flowed out of the hilt of the sword, and it slowly moved towards the magma along the blade.

In that instant, a terrifying aura of death enveloped the entire battlefield, continuously spreading outwards. A fishy wind suddenly blew. It was incomparably cold, as if there were countless ghosts crying in the wind.

What kind of seal was this? Magma Swallowing Black Sword? The sword was bleeding? "What?" Everyone was stunned. Spear Soul? " His spirit was shocked beyond belief. That pool of magma was the Spear Soul. "It is in..." Not good. It wants to devour the sword spirit. "

Devouring was mutual, and the Sword Spirits were also preparing to devour the Spear Spirit. Wu Zun and Ling made their moves at the same time. One held a spear, the other a sword. Pull back, explode with all your strength.

Chi, chi. The black sword broke away from the lava, but was unable to break away from the Spear Soul. The black liquid sword spirit and the Lava Spear Spirit were entangled. They were devouring each other.

Endless anger exploded once again. As their auras expanded, they became more and more frenzied.

The spear and sword were three meters apart, but they were connected by a red and black liquid. The battle between the two souls continued.

Ling Jun and Wu Zun once again displayed their astonishing tacit understanding. At the same time, they slashed out a stream of sword Qi, which merged into the sword and spear.

Bang! The sword light descended and the two souls separated. Roar ~ ~ With a roar, the two souls returned to their respective homes. The aura of death that it emitted surged towards the two weapons at an unstoppable speed.

In just three short breaths of time, all the dead qi was gone. A terrifying devouring force. A terrifying weapon.

They could no longer use weapons in the following battles, so both of them had the same idea. In a bare-handed battle, the spirit had an absolute advantage. He first used a barrier around the battlefield.

With a snort, Wu Zun formed fists with both of his hands. The power of splitting mountains exploded towards Ling Jun. Even if he wasn't a Dharma cultivator, he still disdained training in Dharma. As a person, one, perseverance, hard work can achieve.

"He is such a person." The Hundred Blossom God Fist, the Everlasting Stone. " Ao Xue was a peerless goddess, so the cultivation technique she created was naturally more suitable for women. The battle was filled with endless beauty. Pinkie fists, jade arms, and fragrance. Even if she was knocked down, it was still a form of enjoyment.

What kind of scene would it be like if a man practiced the Hundred Flowers Divine Fist? Two words: "Fierce!"

How did you sneak into the Thousand Plum School! The Three Souls were destroyed. "A god of death appeared from the pile of women." You must be having a hard time. "

At this time, you still have the mind to think random thoughts. Your life really isn't going well. The Hundred Blossom God Fist had a total of a hundred moves. Not only did Wu Zun's punch have great strength, it was also very beautiful.

Broken clothes flapped in the wind due to the punch. As he bent over and kicked, one could faintly see the charm hidden within the techniques. At this moment, Wu Zun was no longer a god of death, but a male god. Every movement of the woman in the crowd was startled as she screamed. The most impressive thing was that his clothes were torn, and his strong muscles were faintly discernible. Who said he was black? His skin was clearly very white.

No one would have thought that a fight like this would cause a woman to go crazy and a man to vomit blood.

The name Black Rain was instantly replaced by White Snow. No one could change the image and title Wu Zun had in the hearts of the surrounding ladies.

Peng peng peng, Wu Zun bloomed with a hundred flowers as his spirit was sent flying. The fist shadows blurred as the strong winds howled. What was flashing was not true strength, but an iron fist.

The Hundred Blossom Dance was completed, and the ground was covered in blood.

Boom! Heaven Defying Heaven Defying Sword! Profound Qi filled the sky.

Uh, it seems that Ling Jun looks pretty good as well. Only when the two people's four fists collided against each other and the fighting finally came to a temporary halt did the woman realize the true highlight of the battle.

Spitting out blood, two great beauties engaged in a fiery battle. We all felt heartache for whoever was hurt. However, this kind of heartache seemed to have a type of bewitching power. In the end, who was stronger?

A battle! The best clothes flew everywhere.

This was true madness, the madness of the onlookers.

"As expected, the clothes on both Ling Du and Wu Zun's arms are being torn apart." Shatter, shatter, shatter! " The jealous audience did not conceal their anticipation as they shouted out loud.

Sigh … How could the heartbreaking wail of a delicate person only reach her shoulder!

The setting sun had long since set, and the dim light could not obstruct the enthusiasm of the onlookers.

Even his spirit was quite worried. He still had other matters to attend to at night, so he had to cancel his plan if he were to fight like this. He used his strength to push Wu Zun back.

Wu Zun was already mad. "He performed the technique that he was the most unwilling to use in his entire life." "Pear blossoms with rain." The rain was not tears, but fists.

"Hong Xing, come out of the wall." What came out was not emotion, but fist wind.

"Winter plum blossom and snow." This move. Some of the women fell to the ground. How can you be so charming? The God of Slaughter Black Rain immediately turned into a bashful beauty. Even the body of that magnificent shore had instantly become convex and alluring; it was extremely enchanting.

This was not over yet, because Spirit had dodged his continuous punches. He was unmoved. Even if he was ridiculed by others, he would still go all out. But he hated that ear-piercing scream that shattered his mind.

"Begonia sleeping." Under his absolute killing intent, Ling Jun's body was like a fallen leaf floating in the wind, gently falling down. It wasn't that gravity didn't work, but that Begonia's Spring Sleep was too crazy. Before his body landed on the ground, Ling Jun had already received more than ten punches. One punch was faster than the other, and the two punches were filled with hatred.

How could he be instantly defeated? It was all the fault of Supreme Wu for destroying his image. He, he actually passed on his feelings to her, his eyes were filled with excitement! No, no. Just a moment of absent-mindedness had been destroyed by Supreme Wu.

Wu Zun was also a bit confused. His "mentor" that was like a ghost had once said that this killer was invincible …

As the name was too unbearable, he didn't even use the Hundred Blossom God Fist. "The first time it played a decisive role against an enemy." The image of her teacher seemed to grow larger. However, the absent-minded state that Ling Jun was in reminded him of the time when his "benefactor" had taught him this technique. Benefactor's eyes... He had the urge to make people give up resisting and willingly die.

How could a pair of eyes have such great killing power? Confusion was as loathsome and nostalgic as that mysterious teacher. The past was unbearable to look back on. Growing up was just a period of blood and tears.