Zifeng doesn't move, but it can last forever, but the palm of his hand is already black, and even the line through the palm of his hand is surprisingly poisonous, straight into the internal organs.
In the body, a momentum burst out.
The poison that first invaded the body was immediately destroyed by him, and it turned into air-filled black air.
It is easy to expel poison.
It proves that this person is very strong.
This person is a personal repairer.
"Magic Palm." Tu Qianqiu was exhausted by the black air, and the figure was moved again.
This palm is strong.
In the palm, there is no half price.
But the great power it contains is enough to make people feel scared.
This palm is obviously a martial art.
When it came, the extremely fast figure looked like a black mountain.
This kind of palm is enough to smash the entire mountain into powder by just passing momentum and even a little breath.
The magical mountain, even if it is on the mountain, is enough to cross the straight road, and everything that has passed will be broken.
This is one of the magical martial arts of Magic Palm.
Zi Feng watched indifferently.
The eyes are indifferent.
In addition, the main hall of Tiangong also frowned.
By the name of Magic Mountain Palm, he naturally knew that it was one of the legendary martial arts of the Black Demon Temple, and it was extremely powerful.
Of course, he knew that Xiaoxun had a legendary first record.
However, Xiaoxun at that time relied on the means of the soul teacher.
Now, if it is difficult, and a small one is unparalleled, how can it be blocked?
Obviously, the hand of the main hall of the celestial body moved a little.
In the event of an accident, he would shoot immediately.
Prosperity…
In the next second, a violent roar erupted.
Zifeng, palm bombing.
Palm and Palm, again against the bomb.
But it turned out that Zifeng stopped moving.
Tu Qianqiu was plagued by dozens of earthquakes.
"How is this possible?" Tu Qianqiu's face changed.
His magical palm is very strong, enough to sweep all the way and blow up thousands of mountains into powder.
But at this moment, his palm, when he was facing the palm of the monster, his magic mountain seemed to hit an even more embarrassing and unbreakable peak.
That mountain is enough to make his magic mountain stand up.
Zifeng remained unmoved, and slowly withdrew his hand.
But he did not act, he was just waiting.
From the beginning, he didn't put Tu Qianqiu in his eyes.
Tu Qianqiu, although it is also a personal repair.
However, he is not the ultimate body repair.
Although Tu Qianqiu has 10,000 repairs, he has his own strength.
But whether it is the final body repair has nothing to do with cultivation.
Even in ancient times, extreme physical training was not common.
At this time, Zifeng had already seen the main hall of the Black Devil Hall, such as the King of Shura and the Lord of Heaven.
This is a thousand years of history. This body is repaired and not bad, but compared with the final body repair, it is still out of reach.
And Xiao Yixiu's, this is the poisonous Tao and martial arts.
His venom is not only the ultimate body repair, but also more powerful than the ordinary body.
It is worse than war.
Tu Qianqiu, the physical strength of this peerless peak, could not help him.
"Big." The main hall of the celestial body frowned, and finally Matsushita even sighed. Tu Qianqiu's physical training is one of the people he is proud of.
In terms of strength, it is enough to defeat others, the strong.
In front of Zifeng, it is so fragile.
Although he pressed for repairs, Zifeng's practice is now lower than his suppressed peers.
Oh.
Next second.
A sword, in the hands of Tu Qianqiu, a black sword appeared in the air.
The Sword of Terror is his disciple, and he is naturally also a sword repairer.
Zifeng frowned slightly when he saw it for the first time.
This is the terrible thing of the Dark Lord, the methods are endless, everything is fine.
As for the means Tu Qianqiu is now expressing, it has involved toxic pamphlets, physical exercises and kendo.
Everyone is a powerful fighting force.
Although Tu Qianqiu is not the final body repair, it is far from a sword.
But under his unparalleled peak physical strength, with Wushuangfeng's military level, almost the same combat effectiveness can be achieved in the same field.
Even if he is now suppressed at the pinnacle of the world, strong men such as poisonous robes, I am afraid I still can't eat his sword.
"This sword will avenge my child."
Tu Qianqiu screamed, stunned with a sword.
Even with amazing surprises and unpredictability, the sword is fast and fierce.
"Six swords?" Heaven's main face was cold. "This is a legendary method, Tu Qianqiu, you."
The main hall of the celestial body is about to shoot.
Snapped.
Beside him, an old hand grabbed his arm.
The main hall of the temple shook his head, eyes, staring at Zifeng in front.
At this time, Zifeng's brows wrinkled slightly.
Only Poison Dao and flesh can stop Tu Qianqiu's sword.
This sword is very powerful.
Moreover, Black Sword is definitely the top saint.
Although it has not yet reached its peak, it is at least a high-end product.
At this time, Jian Feng had arrived.
On the sword, the black air was filled with astonishing extremes.
The sword that came in was like a fierce demon, swallowed.
Oh.
Zifeng's eyes were embarrassed.
An invisible soul burst out instantly.
A sword that came out of thin air.
The sword came out, the black sword was on it, and the black gas was broken.
Zifeng takes the lead.
But the man took the invisible sword, but walked out fiercely.
Hey. A sword, Tu Qianqiu's black sword was in his hand, pointed at the momentum, and was stopped.
Clang. Clang. Clang
Second, third, fourth, fifth.
An invisible sword kept flowing.
Tu Qianqiu stepped back with a sword in his hand.
His face changed suddenly.
The invisible sword that came in only made him feel that he was repairing with the Wushuang sword, facing an invisible hand.
Gradually, an invisible sword became more and more fierce.
An invisible hand seems to have become hundreds of Wushuang swords.
At this moment, he was besieging the invisible sword.
Sword, if the storm.
Hey. A crisp cicada.
In the end, Tu Qianqiu couldn't resist, and the sword in his hand came out.
Jian Xiu, the sword in his hand was shot.
He lost!
The black sword that just came out. The black sword stuck to the ground like this, in front of him.
Tu Qianqiu lives in the same place.
His proudest swordsmanship has been defeated. Is the failure so complete?
The feeling just now, he didn't know how to describe it.
But it was enough to scare him and make him unforgettable.