Nine turns immortal

The medieval ruins are full of turbulent turbulence, space fragments, and sometimes continent fragments shattered in them, and there are also many space-time bubbles, and sometimes some mysterious small thousand worlds appear.

Wang Qian was on a piece of dark red land, surrounded by strong winds. This kind of strong wind was as sharp as a knife, and the void was cut into countless pieces. However, Wang Qian's body was shrouded in a haze of blue light, and any strong wind blowing over him could not Hurt him even the slightest, which shows how strong his physical body is.

call!

The huge power of spiritual consciousness came from a far away place, and shot everywhere, unscrupulously, even many fragments of the continent the size of meteorites were shifted under this huge power of spiritual consciousness, entered a mass of chaotic turbulence, and were torn apart empty.

Then, a berserk figure stepped on the void and moved forward step by step like thunder.

Hong Zhao, a pitch-black armor with countless patterns imprinted on it, is simple and mysterious, and a thin layer of red light wraps his body, which cannot be hurt by swords, water or fire!His eyes were sharp, and his terrifying eyes pierced through, and he saw Wang Gan's figure.

"Wang Gan, you are really brave. You actually waited for me in this medieval ruin. Your courage is commendable, but if you dare to kill my son, you must die!"

Hong Zhao opened his mouth, and when he spoke, his voice sounded like gold and iron. Under the rolling sound waves, the surrounding storm and turbulence seemed to calm down, and a pure land appeared in the ruins of the ancient times.

"Okay, grievances and grievances are messy. Today we are here to settle the grievances. I killed your son, but from the day he stepped into the Tianyuan Continent, he should have thought of the consequences. The war between the two worlds is How cruel, even if you and I can't guarantee that we can survive in the end, it's nothing if he dies."

Wang Qianping was indifferent, speaking with a ruthless tone.

Hong Zhao's eyes lit up, and he saw that Wang Gan was extraordinary. This kind of firm determination, decisiveness in killing, not caring about all the consequences, and determination to overcome obstacles all the way, is extremely precious on the road of practice. Only such a person can go further.

"Wang Gan, even I admire you a little bit for you to say these words, but your end is still dead!"

Hong Zhaowu's hair was flying, his aura swelled wildly, and the killing intent in his heart was boiling.

"war!"

Wang Gan has only one word, and that is Zhan!

The next moment, the battle between the two began. Wang Gan stepped forward, wearing endless cyan rays, like a cyan rainbow, tearing everything apart, and slapped out with one palm. The huge palm contained endless runes, and the light shrouded it like a round The cyan sun descended, blazing, crazy, bursting!

This blow was extremely powerful. In the void with a radius of hundreds of miles, any tangible and intangible existence was reduced to powder. His palm condensed the space and stopped time. Almost one-thousandth of a flick of a finger hit Hong Kong. in front of the sign.

Hong Zhao's eyes narrowed, he felt a kind of suffocating oppression, the power of this blow was too huge.

"There really is such a genius, this talent is in the realm of transforming gods, and he has unleashed a force of 1 yuan force units. This is simply impossible! Genius is not enough to describe, he is a ghost, and even a monster. Longevity and death depend on him In his hands, it is not wronged!"

A thought flowed through Hong Zhao's mind, but he was a peerless figure at the level of an Earth Immortal, and he realized it in the blink of an eye.

"Okay, Wang Gan, you are indeed a generation of pride. With such a state, you have such power. Today, I, Hong Zhao, will compete with you. The War God's Righteous Way, the Spear of War!"

There was an idea of ​​excitement on the face of the Generalissimo, this is the joy of hearing the battle, the realm is profound, he gave a loud shout, the profound kung fu in his body was running, the immeasurable celestial light, the celestial rule, showed a scarlet color, this is The color of war, the color of iron and blood, infinite power condenses a blood-colored spear, countless ideas of war, dao rhyme entwined on this big spear, sharp, deadly, epic, torrent-like breath, from above Let it out.

Hong Zhao practiced a technique called the God of War Sutra. He understood the Tao through battle, and understood the way of killing the world from the war. It is precisely because of this that he became a grand marshal and presided over countless battles. The war, slaughtered from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, is earth-shattering and unparalleled when it is started.

At this moment, Wang Qian felt that the Hong Zhao in front of him seemed to be the embodiment of war. The blood-colored spear was so powerful that it moved towards Wang Gan like an endless scene of war. , A majestic war picture scroll unfolds slowly, hundreds of millions of creatures are fighting, countless battle formations are gathering, and endless blood is flowing every moment.

boom!

A big blue palm and a blood-colored spear charged fiercely together, causing a violent explosion, and a pitch-black hole appeared between the two of them, as if connecting infinite time and space.

The two retreated at the same time, and the blow turned out to be evenly divided.

"Okay, what a spear of war, Hong Zhao, your martial art really contains the true meaning of war, and you have an invincible posture, but if you want to kill me Wang Gan with this, it's not enough, kill!"

Wang Gan shouted, his expression was crazy, and the fighting spirit in his chest was completely ablaze. He felt the incomparable passion and blood, which can only be felt in this kind of intense battle.

The same is true for Hong Zhao. He never thought that Wang Qian could forcefully shake his spear of war. This kind of power is absolutely terrifying.

This Grand Marshal also shouted loudly, his whole body exuded a blood-red light, forming a war field, and one after another of the war pictures were being deduced.

Spear of War, Shield of War, Breath of War, Destruction of War, Judgment of War, Epic of War!

A move of peerless martial arts, struck from Hong Zhao's hands, every blow shakes the sky and shatters the torrent.

In this confrontation between the two, all the turbulent energy around them disappeared and were blown away, leaving almost nothing but a vacuum.

The speed is like electricity, and the strength is like a god. Every moment, there are thousands of confrontations.

Boom!A blood-red shield, like the collapse of the sky, was suppressed towards Wang Qian. It was extremely strong and the essence of indestructibility was contained in it. This is the shield of war!

"What a move, War Shield!"

With a loud shout, Wang Gan's arm was like a knife, and he slashed fiercely. A chasm appeared in the void, and he slashed directly on the huge shield. There was a loud bang, like billions of thunder roaring, and the invisible storm tore everything apart, shattering everything. square.

"Good strength, look at my spirit of war, endless vitality, return to war, destroy everything!

A mass of blood-red air contains countless supernatural powers and mysteries, and the essence of martial arts is shot from Hong Zhao's hands!

Wang Gan's body flickered, shaking tens of thousands of times in an instant, like dark shadows, shuttling through time and space faults, one by one mysterious and ancient seal formulas in his hands were constantly bombarded, the sea of ​​bitterness descended, the other shore emerged, the five elements shattered, and in an instant I don't know how many kinds of supernatural powers and martial arts seals have been typed out.

The shield of war was blown up, and the phantom of the sea of ​​bitterness was destroyed by the explosion of endless war spirit!

The supreme shattered will was suppressed by the shadow of the other shore, the supreme verdict came, smashed the other shore, and the five elements rotated again, like a big world in five directions, strangled by huge forces, the breath of gold, wood, water, fire and earth was circulating, like a statue reaching the sky The giant wheel crushes everything, breaks the verdict, and competes against the epic!

The two fought a battle, their bodies shuttled, from top to bottom, from left to right in an instant, all over the world, past and future, their shadows were everywhere, and the endless destructive power kept destroying everything.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths, half a quarter of an hour, time is passing, but the battle is getting more intense.

The battle that took place in the ruins of the Middle Ages was simply earth-shattering, absolutely comparable to a battle at the level of a fairy.