"Numbers are not the key to victory, belief is!"

Liu Zhengyang slowly raised his arm.

Everyone's eyes subconsciously focused on his arm, and many soldiers showed a confused look. They didn't understand why Liu Zhizhang made such an action.

But some held their breath.

What Jiang Dao and others saw was completely different.

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

The gun intent is condensed and condensed like the substance!

The blood dragon was floating on Liu Zhengyang's side at this time. Although it did not participate in it, the familiar feeling made its complexion a little complicated.

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

No one can see it except Liu Zhengyang!

"crack!"

The blood dragon was all too familiar with this move, which was Tuoba Human Sovereign's famous move.

But he also keenly found a difference.

The same marksmanship, but cultivators have different experiences and strengths, will naturally produce different effects.

The move is still the same move, but the person who uses 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 exercises and practicing new marksmanship, the purple fire in the body began to beat, and the consciousness in the mind naturally did not need to say more, it was running wildly.

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

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

"Oops! This feels so dangerous!"

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

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

Originally still smiling, the royal family who did not put Liu Zhengyang in their eyes couldn't help but change color at this moment.

This is really too much psychological pressure for them!

Liu Zhengyang laughed.

He felt it, and once again felt that sense of separation from the body!

His eyes closed slightly, then suddenly opened.

"crack!"

As Liu Zhengyang slowly spit out two words.

The demon world suddenly began to shake.

Crashed!

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

In everyone's eyes, a thick spear stabbed straight at the black soul that was rolling in.

Where the gun head was, the sky seemed to have been ripped apart, revealing dark cracks.

Not to mention the ground, as long as the spear skipped over, the ground suddenly collapsed, forming an abyss of ravines.

This move is called cracking.

Crashed!

Fang Yanbin and others felt that their breathing was stagnant.

The soldiers behind are even more sluggish. Is this really an attack that humans can make? Who can withstand such an attack!

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

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

The so-called sense of deficit made him suddenly pale.

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

But Liu Zhengyang also has enough self-confidence, under such a blow, the royal family, no, no one in the black soul royal family can follow! Maybe the king of black souls is coming?

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

For them, the end has come!