Heavenly God Mnemonic

Cui Zhirong was hurriedly beaten by Yang Qingxuan's ever-changing Xingyi punches. Although the wind did not fall, he felt his face lost.

There were even more crazy shouts and curses around the audience, which came into his ears, and when he thought that You Ye might be watching the battle in the suspended VIP room, he was even more furious, shouting: "Go to hell!"

He shouted with both hands and shot it above his head, and a force of power appeared in an arc, scattered and fell.

With a flash of golden light in Yang Qingxuan's eyes, he saw Cui Zhirong about three feet in front of him, and a strange power appeared, like a quagmire.

He was shocked: "Could this be his martial soul? It looks very strange."

At the moment, he didn't dare to hold it big, he used a monkey shape, his body was like a flying tiger, and he swayed in the air, avoiding the weird power.

"what?!"

Cui Zhirong was taken aback, his eyes flashed through the haze, and he shouted: "Want to hide? There is no way for you to go to the sky and no way to go to the earth!" Suddenly he bullied himself up, the power of the martial arts was like dragging mud and water. Fang radiation.

Yang Qingxuan was forced to the edge of the ring, with nowhere to hide, he was directly attracted by that strange force, as if he was in the mud, sinking into an inexplicable force! He was shocked.

"Hahaha, even the scum that Wuhun doesn't have, and you want to fight with me. Once you get hit by my'sluggish', unless your cultivation level is higher than mine, don't try to break free!"

Cui Zhirong laughed wildly, his face full of murderous, fighting with Yang Qingxuan for so long, almost exhausted all his patience, irritable emotions surged in his body, and shouted: "Death!"

The whole person violently attacked, slashing the air with the palm of the knife.

Yang Qingxuan was horrified, the whole person was deep in the mud, and his strength was unable to be used. Cui Zhirong's terrifying hand knife flew in, and he slammed the true law, and two scorching qi flowed in his body!

Suddenly a red flame burst into his right hand, condensed into a cloud of sun!

"what?!"

Cui Zhirong's heart trembled slightly, as if he felt the terrible heat of the sun, his face sank, and he shouted: "Want to come back? Dreaming! Go to death!" The power in his hand increased a little!

Yang Qingxuan also looked gloomy, and said coldly: "One is not enough, let's come again!"

With his left hand drawn in a circle in front of him, his right hand encircled, a second blazing sun suddenly appeared, the two suns were shining together, and a terrifying aura circled around Yang Qingxuan, actually dispelling the power of the martial soul's "dragging mud and water"!

Yang Qingxuan was overjoyed, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he immediately slapped it out, and shouted, "Two Yang Huan!"

Two scorching suns rose in the sky, transformed into golden crow firebirds, and screamed in the sky, flying up!

"what?!"

The audience was shocked, and most of the audience stood up, their eyes widened.

In the twenty VIP rooms, the powerful children all flocked to the glass wall. You Ye was as shocked as Mr. Jin, her eyes widened, staring at the two Yang Huan!

"Xuan-level martial arts! This is Xuan-level martial arts!"

You Ye cried out in shock: "Mr. Jin, this is a mysterious martial art?!"

Mr. Jin's expression also fluctuated severely, and it took a while before he recovered, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, it is the black rank martial arts! And this person's mastery of the black rank martial arts is not below the master."

You Ye was stunned, her angular face looked a little lost.

In the gambling arena, with the emergence of Eryang Huan, the atmosphere of the whole game suddenly increased to the extreme.

"Boom!"

Liuyang's palm hit Cui Zhirong's hand knife, and the powerful energy burst open, and both of them were shocked.

Cui Zhirong was sprayed by the heat wave, the clothes on his body instantly turned into ashes, and there was a burn on his skin, and the hot pain spread widely.

Yang Qingxuan is much better, a powerful force covering the surface of the skin, blocking all the impact, only feels chest tightness, blood rushes to his throat, and he swallows it again!

Mr. Jin tightened his pupils among the suspended VIPs, and said in a deep voice: "The power of the Prajna Dragon Elephant! The ten-layer body tempering Dzogchen! It is actually the two ten-layer Dzogchen Qi refining and body refining!"

You Ye was also shocked. Originally, after seeing Yang Qingxuan displaying the profound martial arts, he regretted sending Cui Zhirong to the stage, and wanted to transmit the voice to make Cui Zhirong admit defeat, but he didn't expect Yang Qingxuan to have the upper hand!

You Ye startled: "Mr. Jin, is body refining so powerful?"

Mr. Jin said: "Surely the tenth level of body tempering is no match for Cui Zhirong, but Yang Qingxuan is perfect in refining the body and refining qi, plus this profound level martial arts. I also thought that his dual-path fellow practitioners were too greedy. Think about it, maybe he entered the door of body refining just to cultivate the profound martial skills."

You Ye trembled in her heart, her face was ecstatic, and said: "Then can I also practice the'Eight Desolate Dragon Fight' by tempering the body?"

Mr. Jin groaned: "It's hard to say, everyone's talent is different, and each martial art is different. Moreover, there are very few people who know the way of refining the body.

You Ye nodded and said, "That's true, but Yang Qingxuan's state at least provides us with a reference. If I have a chance in the future, I will ask Elder Lu Jiangpeng for advice."

After that, the two of them calmed down and stared at the gambling arena without blinking.

After Cui Zhirong was repelled by the palm of the six suns, he fell into a disadvantage. The ridicule from all directions surged, and countless curses and shouts made him tremble and his face was deformed.

"You are a trash in the Qi Martial Realm, and you want to defeat me. It's impossible, never possible!"

Cui Zhirong roared, the light of the martial soul burst out from his body, and five radiances appeared in the air. It was the middle-grade martial soul of the five rings, and that strange power spread out with the light visible to the naked eye.

Cui Zhirong himself was also violent, and hit it with an extremely domineering punch. It's a totally desperate move, like a mad cow crashing into it!

He was indeed mad, and his immense anger and shame made him rush to Yang Qingxuan desperately, wanting to blow Yang Qingxuan into pieces, smash them, and smash his hatred!

The invincible existence in the early stage of Lingwu, he tried his best to make a mad blow, coupled with the strange martial arts characteristics, not only on the gambling arena, but even the audience under the stage felt extremely strong pressure, one after another. Shocked.

Many people just left the table and got up, and ran back, for fear of affecting themselves.

"The Qi Martial Realm should look like the Qi Martial Realm, that is, begging for mercy under my shoes, howling, that is your destiny!"

Cui Zhirong turned into an aurora and flew in. In the aurora, his eyes were red as blood, and his complexion was hideous like a ghost.

Yang Qingxuan, who was blowing by the terrible power, took a few steps back, and then stood firm, his face calm, in the storm, quietly looking forward.

"Destiny is spelled out by myself, not given by others."

He calmly said, the Yan Yang Zhen Qi in his body rushed out one after another, turning into a Yan Yang in his palm, one, two, three!

"Sanyang chasing the sun!"