The female devil starting from the Emperor Burial Star

Chapter 39: Tear up the big shot with your hands

The rapid arrival of people from the Yaoguang Holy Land and the Huangguji Family was beyond the expectations of these demon cultivators and the Lingxu Cave Heaven cultivators. They came too fast.

It was obviously teleported by directly opening the space domain door.

The men of the two top forces came here without looking at the other monks, with a completely aloof and arrogant attitude.

They said a few simple words to each other.

"Everyone competes based on his ability."

"can!"

……

With just a few words, both sides dispatched several old monks.

Without saying a word, he rushed directly into the five-color ancient temple above the magma. As for the demon cultivators nearby, they had long since realized that something was wrong and had distanced themselves from them.

But he didn't stay away from this place completely.

Instead, stay far enough away and carefully look here to see if you can get some soup.

"The strongest person who came this time has practiced to the level of the Four Extremes Secret Realm, and can be regarded as a big shot among these immortal forces."

"There should be a perfect level of the Four Extremes Secret Realm."

Zhao Yunyao hid in the shadow of the dense forest, looking up at the chariots and mounts in the sky, his eyes flickering and changing.

Suddenly he soared decisively into the sky, holding two mandarin duck swords.

He raised his hand and struck at the nearest monk from the Shaking Light Holy Land.

"Shuashuashua...!"

The light of the sword is like water, majestic and majestic.

With a continuous strange charm, it instantly swept across the Dao Palace Secret Realm monks floating in the forefront, and continued unabated, heading straight towards the strongest leader in charge of the entire team.

"Who? How dare you attack my Shaking Light Holy Land!"

The leading old man shouted loudly.

He suddenly stood up from his mount, raised his hand and struck at the rapidly approaching sword light.

The white light shines with great power, like a scorching sun blooming with brilliant brilliance. In his hands, the "Holy Light Technique" shows the terrifying power of burning mountains and boiling seas.

The aftermath caused the surrounding air temperature to rise sharply.

However, even though he resisted the tidal sword light, the big man in the Shaking Light Holy Land swayed involuntarily and stepped back several steps.

When he raised his hand, he saw that there was a bright red blood mark in the palm of his hand, and the blood was flowing non-stop.

"How brave, how dare you be rude to my Shaking Light Holy Land!" The white-haired old man looked at the girl in black dress who appeared in the air, his expression ferocious and angry: "I will peel off your skin with my own hands!"

"What are you barking at?" Zhao Yunyao raised his left hand and challenged the opponent with the blade of a duck knife: "If you don't accept it? Then come over and fuck me yourself?"

"See if I don't chop off your dog's head."

"I'm angry!" The white-haired old man's face turned red and his eyes were fierce. He raised his hand to summon a purple light mirror and rushed over.

Grumpy like a honey badger.

Seeing this, Zhao Yunyao swung the two swords in his hands again, one sword after another, one after another, like a surging wave or a turbulent tide.

One sword is stronger than the other.

Although she is a woman, the power of the sword is full of majestic and domineering majesty.

It's like a world-destroying tsunami that will completely submerge and destroy the world.

In the shocked eyes of the big man from the Ancient Ancient Family on the other side, in less than ten strikes, this old acquaintance of the Shaking Light Holy Land was split in half with a single strike.

Not even the soul in the sea of ​​consciousness escaped.

"This, this...how is it possible?!"

Ji Wushuang, an important member of the Huanggu Ji family, stood up from the chariot in shock.

He had fought against this old rival more than once, and the result was often a draw, with no winner or loser. But at this moment, he was stabbed to death with less than ten cuts by a strange woman whom he did not know. Saw this scene.

The eyes of the monks present looking at the girl in black skirt were full of fear and shock, with a hint of fear.

That was a big shot in the Shaking Light Holy Land.

Once killed, the stronger ones from the Light Shaking Holy Land will inevitably be hunted and killed without end. It is precisely because of this that few people dare to offend such powerful monks.

Killing one will lead to a large number of pursuers.

"The perfect level of the Four Extremes Secret Realm seems to be nothing more than this." Zhao Yunyao looked at the two fallen corpses and thought for a while: "It seems that I have underestimated my own true combat power."

From the corner of his eye, he noticed the remaining cultivators from the Shaking Light Holy Land trying to escape.

The Yuanyang knife in his hand waved again, and the two sword lights swept across both sides of the body, killing all the monks and savage beasts with lower cultivation levels.

"In that case, let's try it without weapons."

After waving his hand and putting away the Yuanyang knife, Zhao Yunyao turned to look at the Huanggu Ji family on the other side.

He rushed over without saying a word.

He raised his palm, cast a spell quickly, and smashed the self-created "Mountain Seal" without hesitation.

The illusory sacred mountain in the palm of his hand came out of his hand and grew in size rapidly. It was really like a magnificent sacred mountain crashing down on his head. Such majestic power forced Ji Wushuang to resist with all his strength.

He was not given a chance to escape from the attack range.

"boom……!"

Ji Wushuang stretched out a big hand and slapped it upwards with the big handprint of the void.

The dark palm print quickly grew in size, like a black curtain covering the surrounding areas, violently colliding with the phantom of the sacred mountain falling from above.

The Mahamudra melts into the void and moves silently.

The phantom of the sacred mountain is annihilated inch by inch.

The aftermath of the terrifying energy swept away and swept in all directions, beating other nearby monks from the Huangguji family until blood spurted out from their mouths, and their bodies flew up involuntarily.

In such a short period of time, Zhao Yunyao was already approaching.

Directly engage in fierce hand-to-hand combat with Ji Wushuang.

She wanted to take this opportunity to test how strong her physical body was.

The punch was fired like a powerful crossbow, fast and fierce, forcing Ji Wushuang to fight fiercely with him. But he saw Ji Wushuang's figure swaying and melting into the void.

Like a wisp of smoke, it quickly disappeared in place.

Then in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Zhao Yunyao and slapped her Tianling Gai with a palm.

Zhao Yunyao's expression remained unchanged and calm, and he raised his arm accordingly, letting his right fist and Ji Wushuang's palm directly compete with physical strength.

Just a face to face.

The palms of Ji Wushuang's palms were beaten so hard that the tendons and bones were broken, and blood flowed freely.

"Who exactly are you?"

"Why are you going against my Ji family and Yaoguang Holy Land?"

When Ji Wushuang saw this, he was shocked and angry.

He didn't know this person at all.

However, he saw that Zhao Yunyao had no intention of explaining, and came closer again, forcing him to fight with him in short, elbow or knee strikes.

The fingers, palms, fists and feet are all his own attack weapons.

Just for a few moments.

Ji Wushuang's chest was dented by Zhao Yunyao's beating, and a delicate palm print bulged on her back.

Then he grabbed Ji Wushuang's thighs with both hands, pulled hard, and tore him in half in the air.

(End of this chapter)