Heavenly God Mnemonic

"boom!"

The white jade brush, like a spear, swept across the sky, facing the sharp dagger, bursting out golden flames.

"Crack!"

The dagger broke in two, and the dagger slammed into the ground under the feet of a certain student in the distance, making the student pale and knelt down on the spot.

Gongsun Ao was also taken aback, and exclaimed in an angry voice: "Little white face is really disgusting. I originally wanted to play more. You are looking for death by yourself, and you can't blame me!"

"Nausea, you are paralyzed. Take a pee and take a picture of yourself! I don't know if you are standing and peeing or squatting. It's **** disgusting!"

Meng Rui couldn't help it anymore, and he swore over.

But there was no ambiguity in his hand, controlling the Jinying Flower Array to draw a few times in mid-air, and saw a formation volley formed, among which countless golden lights turned into daggers, shooting out.

Gongsun's arrogant face turned pale, and a folding fan appeared in his hand, and he slapped the golden light back, and cursed back: "Don't be troublesome, I will make you cry later!"

The two faced each other, and the jade pen and the golden fan hit each other and fought fiercely.

Lu Wan and Liu Cheng were the only ones who also handed over in an instant.

Lu Wan trot with his arms outstretched, his body trembling with fat, but with a kick on his legs, he jumped up and stretched out his hands to pat Liu Cheng.

Seeing that he was huge, Liu Cheng didn't want to fight hard, so he stepped back.

But Lu Wan was so clever and clumsy, his direction changed, and he suddenly added force in the air, his body swelled up, and his whole body was like a ball, chasing Liu Cheng and shooting away.

Liu Cheng was taken aback, lifted his hand to pinch the tactics, and a blue light appeared, and a silver stalk was horizontally in front of him, resisting the force of the bombardment.

"Boom!"

As soon as Lu Wan touched the handle of the knife, his body spun like a ball, pressing Liu Cheng back a few steps, and then suddenly bounced back and crashed again.

The strength of this layer was even better. The student's face not far away cut by the whirlwind alone was painful, but Liu Cheng's face was still firm, the knife flashed between his hands, and he cut straight up.

The six fierce fighters were all the best in the outer courtyard. They hit the earth as soon as they shot, and their violent vigor was constantly shaking on the court. Various domineering moves appeared in an endless stream. The students around were excited and shouted for cheer.

At this moment, in the middle of the square, only Yang Qingxuan and Zuo Jun remained. The two stood facing each other, all with cold faces.

Indifferent to the six people around him.

Zuo Jun's arrogance was overwhelming, his martial soul manifested all over his body, and the silver mist was tossed up, slowly opening forward like a realm.

The mist was refracted in the sunlight with seven colors, like diluted mercury, mixed with magnificent poison.

But Yang Qingxuan still stood with his chest in his arms, motionless like a mountain, his qi was kept inside, like a mortal without any force.

This extreme quietness formed two extreme contrasts with Zuo Jun's extreme movement.

Zuo Jun sneered: "Hey, why don't you move? Is it because you see my martial soul, and you are so scared that you can't move? Your martial soul, let it out for everyone to see, oh, yes, how can I Forget, your **** is just a Qi Martial Realm, where is a Martial Soul, haha!"

He deliberately sarcastically ridiculed himself.

Yang Qingxuan smiled faintly, and said, "No matter how powerful the spirit is, it can't make up for your lack of IQ. Low intelligence is the reason for your defeat today, please keep it in mind."

"Presumptuous! This young master is a strong man in the spirit martial realm. He is aloof and dominates your destiny. You don't even have the qualifications to talk to me. You dare to teach me loudly. It is you who must bear in mind, because at this moment next year, it is you. Death day!"

Zuo Jun was furious, he stepped on his feet suddenly, and his body shot a sharp arrow, and the bluestone ground under his feet broke apart, leaving a corroded black hole.

"Martial Spirit-Poisonous Hand Zunquan!"

He fisted, and the silver mist surrounding his body suddenly condensed into a silver needle, thousands of them, flying away at Yang Qingxuan!

Yang Qingxuan frowned slightly, and saw the rain-like silver glow, exuding a cold radiance, which was obviously poisonous and seemed very tricky.

He didn't dare to take the attack, and with a single step, he turned into a fallen leaf and retreated calmly.

"Want to escape? Late!"

Zuo Jun gave a grinning smile and bullied himself. Numerous silver awns gathered around him. Under his control, they turned into a giant hammer, brought the howling wind, and slammed down at Yang Qingxuan.

"Now even if you kneel down and beg me, you can't survive!"

The silver hammer seemed to corrode the air, and suddenly smashed down with the sound of "belching", and the emitted mist would infect Yang Qingxuan's aura.

This is exactly the power of Zuo Jun's martial spirit "Poisonous Hand Zunquan", the high-grade martial spirit of the eight souls of light possesses extremely strong toxicity, and the weaker ones are almost to death.

Zuo Jun's family was able to be promoted from a collateral line to a direct line of the clan, and it was also covered by the light of this high-grade martial soul. The family not only valued his current strength and talent, but also valued the future potential of this Martial Spirit.

Yang Qingxuan was forced to retreat by the giant hammer, knowing that it was no way to hide.

But this martial spirit is extremely powerful, and ordinary moves are not working at all. At the moment when Zhen Qi is running, the power of two scorching sun bursts out of the body, condensing on the palm.

"Two Yang Huan appears!"

Yang Qingxuan held his palm in front of him, and two scorching suns flew in his palms like firebirds. The terrible heat wave emptied with the palms, burning the poison in the air, and actually blocked the power of the "Poisonous Hand Zun" outer.

Under the yang to just just, no poison is invaded!

"what?!"

Zuo Jun was taken aback, but he couldn't react.

His Poisonous Hand Zunquan is almost unfavorable, not to mention the scum in the Qi Martial Realm, even if it is in the Ling Martial Realm, he must be afraid of him by three points. Has ever encountered such a situation, was forcibly blocked by strength.

"What kind of control is that? It can actually block the attack of the powerful spirit martial realm, isn't this kid in the Qi martial realm?!"

Not only Zuo Jun, but the students around him also exclaimed, their eyes widened, watching this scene that shouldn't have happened before him.

"Couldn't it be Yang Qingxuan who was blown out by a palm?"

"The Qi Martial Realm competes with the Ling Martial Realm, is this too absurd?!"

"Not only that, Zuo Jun is not an ordinary Lingwu early stage!"

"The most terrifying thing is not the cultivation base, but the martial soul poisonous hand zunquan. This martial soul contains highly poisonous, even if it is strong in the spirit martial state, it will hurt when touched, and it will die when touched in the Qi martial state."

"In that case, what's going on with that Yang Qingxuan, he directly used the Qi Martial Realm's cultivation base to hold it?"

The voices around them suddenly went dumb, because they didn't know what was going on, and no one knew what was going on.

Zuo Jun was lagging for a while, and became furious, and laughed wildly, "Haha, okay, okay! It's no wonder that Zuo Feng will be injured by you. With such strength, he was not killed by you, so he can be regarded as merciful to you. Yes. But this is not the reason you can survive today!"