Heavenly God Mnemonic

Yang Qingxuan's mouth raised a sneer, and said coldly: "Injured? Are you telling a joke to adjust the atmosphere?"

The ghost cry just now really made his ears hurt, and his blood was agitated. Changing to a warrior in the ordinary Qi Martial Realm would really be shocked.

But he tempered the body nine times, ran the Qingyang Wujing, and immediately held the cry. At the same time, my thoughts were transferred, and I understood the gap between the two, if I didn't use any strategy, I was afraid that I would explain it here today.

He acted decisively and immediately pretended to be seriously injured, which caused Zhen Xiuzhu's contempt and carelessness. Finally seized the opportunity and came out with one blow.

That is an opportunity to sacrifice defense and block that claw with your chest!

Without the awakening of the same death, it is impossible to be so calm and calm.

Zhen Xiuzhu was frightened by his calm and abnormal state, which is not the calmness that a 15-year-old student can show.

But soon, the power of the six sun palms immediately made Zhen Xiuzhu come back to his senses, and his expression changed drastically!

"Xuan and Xuan-level martial arts?!"

His face was instantly pale, and his soul was frightened, and he hurriedly withdrew his hand to back away.

Yang Qingxuan has the determination to exchange moves, but he dare not use his life to contend with the mysterious martial arts!

At the same time, his heart was extremely shocked, "Who is this kid? It is so terrible, and he still possesses profound martial skills. Isn't his grandpa a garbage worker?"

Countless doubts flashed in my mind, but I didn't have time to think, turned around and fled.

"Want to go?"

Yang Qingxuan sneered. Now the characters chasing and fleeing have been reversed. The six palms of the six suns have condensed a scorching sun and suddenly shot out, like a scorching sun exploding, and the terrible palm power rushes past!

"Boom!"

As soon as Zhen Xiuzhu took a step, he took a firm palm and flew out.

Yang Qingxuan took a deep breath, raised his true qi again, and followed up with a ghostly pace. Although the palm was firm, it did not cause fatal damage to Zhen Xiuzhu.

Sure enough, Zhen Xiu stumbled a few times, but did not fall, but the pain in the palm behind his back was so bad that it seemed to be burnt. And the terrible power of the sun penetrated into the body, burning his meridians.

"Damn! I have to pay for it!"

He roared wildly, turned around abruptly, but his face changed drastically, and saw a dazzling sunlight invading, Yang Qingxuan chased him!

"Is this kid a lunatic? He is only in the Qi and Martial Realm. He attacked me by trick and should run away as soon as possible. He actually caught up with me to fight? Huh? What's the matter in this world?!"

Zhen Xiuzhu was completely stunned. He thought Yang Qingxuan would run away after one move, and he was ready to chase him, but he didn't want the opponent's second move to have already attacked, and the terrifying move was still higher than before!

In Yang Qingxuan's palm, two blazing suns appeared!

"Two Yang Huan appears!"

The two scorching suns shot out from the palm of the palm and turned into two golden crow firebirds. The fireworks were fierce, and with the sound of clear howling, they shot straight like sharp arrows.

Zhen Xiuzhu's face changed drastically, pinching his hands, biting his scalp and slapped out a palm.

That was his strongest trump card, called "Ghost King Singing Palm", combined with his "Ghost Cry" martial soul, under a palm, the air trembled, the gods and ghosts cried, collided with the two flames, instantly A terrifying air wave broke out.

"Boom!"

The surrounding mountains and forests were destroyed directly, as if a hurricane passed by and was razed to the ground.

Under the force of terror, the two of them left at once.

Yang Qingxuan was shaken out more than ten feet away, and the bones all over his body would burst open, but this pain was soon suppressed by the force, and the Qingyang Wujing moved in his body to nourish the whole body.

Zhen Xiuzhu was ablaze all over, her hair and beard were burnt to black, her robes were broken, her skin was dripping blood, and her body was even absorbed by the sun's vital energy, flowing through the meridians like a knife, and in her mouth Constantly screamed "Ahhhh".

Because his martial spirit itself has a sound potter effect, it makes the screaming sound like an iron cavalry protruding swords and guns, sharp and piercing, and extremely miserable.

"Come again!"

With a loud shout, he shouted from Yang Qingxuan's mouth, and the whole person soared into the sky, like an eagle hitting the sky. This time he tried to use the power of three scorching suns, and his entire right arm turned red, extremely terrifying.

Zhen Xiuzhu's face changed drastically, terrified, and he yelled and turned and fled.

"Grass, escaped!"

Yang Qingxuan was stunned, and immediately dissipated the power of the sun, his arm returned to normal, and he flew down from the air.

He secretly said in his heart: "The middle stage of the Spirit Martial Realm is really extraordinary. If I hadn't made a sneak attack on him, coupled with the power of this mysterious martial art, I am afraid that I would receive the lunch box today."

His eyes shot bright light, he looked a little excited, and he said to himself: "I am now at the 9th level of body tempering, and I will be able to rush to the 10th level immediately, then step into the yellow turban warrior, and then gather his martial spirit, and rush into the spirit martial realm! I don't know what kind of martial spirit I can condense!"

Excited, he suddenly raised his vigor and ran toward the mine tunnel.

What Yang Qingxuan didn't know was that he had great luck in defeating Zhen Xiuzhu.

Zhen Xiuzhu himself has the blood of the demon race, so he can condense a martial soul like "Ghost Cry". The cry contains not only a strong sonic attack, but also disturbs people's minds and is attacked by a demon.

And Yang Qingxuan had just received a drop of the blood of the power of the demon race, and he had no feeling for the invasion of that demon, so that he could keep his body from hurting under a cry.

But he didn't understand the relationship, and thought it all relied on the strength of the body tempering nine layers and Qingyang Wujing.

At this moment, he rushed with all his strength, chasing Zhen Xiuzhu away, and the battlefield in front of the mine tunnel didn't know what to do.

When he rushed over, he saw an extremely tragic scene.

The ground was full of corpses, seven people died, and a few students were even separated.

So only Meng Rui and Yue Qiang were standing. Li Zhiye was still convulsing on the ground, but after a few convulsions, he stopped and died completely.

Only Meng Rui and Yue Qiang were left, both covered with blood, with expressions of fear in their eyes.

When Yang Qingxuan's eyes fell, he saw a broken blade in Meng Rui's hand. He recognized that the broken blade was in the hands of the old ape before, and there was a simple "Ba" on the handle.

He stepped forward to investigate the situation of the driver who got off the coach. He was completely dead. A terrifying knife edge on his chest should have been cut in by Meng Rui's broken blade, while the steel knife of the coachman himself had broken aside.

Those students who died had scars on their bodies, which was horrible. There was another student lying on the ground, a terrible palm print on his back, apparently all the internal organs were shattered.

Yang Qingxuan stared at the palm print, his expression gloomy, and said, "Zhen Xiuzhu?!"

Meng Rui's hand interrupted the blade and fell with a "cangdang", and he also sat down on the ground, panting for breath, his face full of horror, obviously he hadn't recovered.

Yang Qingxuan glanced at the two of them and said, "Be calmer and tell me what happened just now."