"Number is not the key to victory, faith is!"

Liu Zhengyang slowly raised his arm.

Everyone's gazes subconsciously gathered on his arm, and many soldiers showed a confused expression. They did not understand why Liu Zhizhang made such a move.

But some people held their breath.

The scenes that Jiang Dao and others saw were completely different.

In their eyes, what Liu Zhengyang raised was not an arm, but a spear!

The intent of the gun is condensed, condensed as the essence!

The blood dragon was floating beside Liu Zhengyang at this time. Although it was not involved in it, the familiar feeling made its complexion a little bit complicated.

The blood dragon has long been bound to Liu Zhengyang's consciousness.

No one can see it except Liu Zhengyang!

"crack!"

Blood Dragon couldn't be more familiar with this trick, it was Tuoba Renhuang's famous trick.

But he also keenly noticed a slight difference.

The same marksmanship, but the cultivator's experience and strength are different, and the effects will naturally be different.

The move is still the same, but the person using the move has changed after all!

For a while, the blood dragon was a little melancholy.

Liu Zhengyang didn't have so many ideas.

He just wanted to try, how powerful his shot would be!

After changing the technique and practicing a new spear technique, the purple fire in his body also began to beat. Naturally, the divine consciousness in his mind didn't need to say much, and it ran wildly.

This shot is definitely Liu Zhengyang's most pinnacle shot!

The spear intent was still condensing, and the royal family on the opposite side finally felt a slight difference.

"Oops! This feels so dangerous!"

"I feel that my body seems to be suppressed by something! The power of blood in the body is solidified!"

"What kind of trick is this! It's weird!"

The royal family who had originally laughed and didn't put Liu Zhengyang in their eyes couldn't help but change their colors.

For them, the psychological pressure is really too great!

Liu Zhengyang laughed.

He felt it, and once again felt the feeling of divine consciousness being separated from the body!

His eyes closed slightly, and then suddenly opened.

"crack!"

As Liu Zhengyang slowly spit out two words.

The demon world suddenly began to shake.

The sky is falling apart!

At this time, only these four words can describe such a scene.

In everyone's eyes, a thick spear pierced straight towards the black soul that was rolling.

At the location of the gun head, the sky seemed to have been scratched, revealing a pitch-black crack.

Not to mention the ground, but wherever the spear passed by, the ground collapsed suddenly, forming a deep and horizontal ravine.

This trick is called cracking.

The sky is falling apart!

Fang Yanbin and others felt that their breathing had stagnated.

The soldiers behind are even more dull. Is this really an attack that humans can issue? Who can bear such an attack power!

Thinking of this, their complexion became more and more exciting.

Liu Zhengyang's eyes are getting brighter, but the consequences follow.

The so-called feeling of deficiencies before made him suddenly pale.

Oops! Such an attack is too labor intensive, even he can't bear such a power extraction!

But Liu Zhengyang also has enough confidence. Under such a blow, the royal family, no, no one within the Black Soul royal family will be able to follow! Perhaps it is possible that the king of the black soul has come up?

A sneer appeared at the corner of Liu Zhengyang's mouth. As for the royal family on the opposite side, he finally panicked at this time.

For them, the end has come!