? Without any extra words, Zhang Ruochen attacked again. Alas,

"Imagination is ninefold."

Wu Hun's soul shadow and Zhang Ruochen's body are almost integrated, a ray of heaven and earth aura came together, hit it with one palm, and broke out nine times the attack power.

Nine air waves, like water patterns, are connected layer by layer, converging in front of Zhang Ruochen's palm, forming a six-meter-long idol phantom.

"Roar!"

As the strength of the palm print hit out, a long howling of a brutal beast sounded, shaking the underground chambers all over the ground, and falling a piece of gravel.

Hua Qingxu had to get serious, his legs separated, his knees slightly bent, standing on a horse step, and hitting a punch.

It's a pity that he still underestimated Zhang Ruochen's current strength. The **** was like a ghost, hitting him like a hill, but just as soon as he fought, he was beaten backwards again, his blood was twitching in his veins Zhenqi disorder.

"It's so strong?"

In fact, Hua Qingyu's strength is quite strong, can he enter the realm of fish and dragon, is he weak? It was just that he broke one arm, causing his combat power to drop a lot.

Previously, he was attacked by Zhang Ruochen, and suffered a minor injury, which greatly reduced his combat effectiveness.

With his current strength, it is probably equivalent to 30% of the heyday.

"Oh!"

Zhang Ruochen continued to shoot, and with a wave of the sword, he cut to the top of Hua Qingyu's head.

"Zhang Ruochen, do you think that only you have Wuhun?"

Being crushed and beaten by a junior in the heavenly realm, Hua Qingyu's heart was furious and released his own martial spirit.

He has maintained his identity and has never used the power of Wuhun.

Now it's different. If you don't use the power of martial arts, let alone suppress Zhang Ruochen, maybe you will be suppressed by Zhang Ruochen instead.

"Wow!"

A beam of light rushed out from the top of Hua Qingyu's head, and a few light spots condensed into a martial spirit, suspended above Hua Qingyu's back.

The soul of Wu Wu was released, and the strength of Hua Qingyu finally broke out completely.

"boom!"

In a single blow, the two backed at the same time.

"Wow!"

Above, there was a constant fall of rubble. This secret room seemed to be collapsed by the fighting between the two men.

"Zhang Ruochen, your strength is indeed very strong, but it is far worse than the warriors in Yulong Realm."

"Tianhe fight fist."

Hua Qingsong's arm bones kept beating, and she played a magical method of top quality.

After receiving the blessing of Wu Hun, Hua Qingyu's power more than doubled. With a single punch, the entire underground chamber seemed to be full of his power.

True qi not only flows in the meridian of his body, but also flows out of the body, turning into a river of true qi, flowing around Wu soul.

There are a total of twenty-seven strokes in the Tianhe combat fist.

With his fist hit, almost all the spirit of heaven and earth mobilized by Wuhun converged, condensing in his arm, turning his fist into a blue and blue, and suddenly hit Zhang Ruochen's chest.

"Is this the true power of the Yulong Realm?"

Zhang Ruochen has a feeling that if he and Hua Qingxu hit each other hard, he would probably be severely injured by Hua Qingxu's punch, or even more serious.

In the final analysis, Zhang Ruochen is now only practicing in the middle of the celestial realm, only relying on the near-perverted martial spirit power, so he can fight against Hua Qingyu.

At present, the power of the Wu Soul also erupted in Hua Qingyu, and the situation immediately reversed, which was quite unfavorable to Zhang Ruochen.

"Crack in space."

Zhang Ruochen's arms were raised, his hands were one point, and in front of him seemed to open a door to space.

It was a gap in space, and in the gap, there was a piece of force, and the power that poured out from it seemed to be able to devour everything in the world.

It was only an instant that the cracks in the space swallowed up the boxing power that Hua Qingchen played.

Zhang Ruochen wanted to make persistent efforts and rely on space cracks to get rid of Hua Qingyu.

Pushing his hands forward, under the influence of strength, the crack in the space cut off to Hua Qingyu.

Hua Qingyu had almost eaten the cracks in the space before, but now he is naturally more cautious. His body flickered, but for a moment, he hid.

"Oh!"

Space cracks hit the stone wall behind Hua Qingyu, swallowing a lot of mud and stones, leaving a large pit more than ten meters long.

Seeing the destructive force caused by the cracks in the space, Hua Qinghuan was shocked and said, "Zhang Ruochen, what martial arts did you use, and why can you tear the space?"

"If you can beat me, you will know the answer," Zhang Ruochen said.

Hua Qingchen's face sank, and he said, "Do you think the old man really can't cure you?"

Hua Qingxu's hand touched her arms and took out a purple-gold delicate bell. The small bell, about three inches tall, was engraved with mysterious inscriptions, exuding a faint chill.

Seeing that little bell, Zhang Ruochen had a bad feeling.

As Hua Qingpu injected the Qi into the small clock and activated the inscription, the small clock gradually became larger, from three inches high at the beginning, to three meters high, and turned into a huge ancient clock.

"Wow!"

The purple-golden light burst out from the ancient bell, forming a strange power, suppressing Zhang Ruochen's martial spirit.

Hua Qingying held the huge ancient bell in his palm and laughed: "Zhang Ruochen, this ancient bell is a tenth-order real martial arts weapon, called the Soul Bell, dedicated to the martial spirit of martial arts. The soul is strong, the old man has to see if he can withstand the attack of the soul bell. "

While talking, Hua Qing raised his soul clock and attacked Zhang Ruochen.

The beating clock keeps spinning, making a "buzzing" sound, hitting Zhang Ruochen's martial spirit.

Zhang Ruochen didn't fight with Hua Qingyu at all, he showed his body skills, and fled when he turned.

Jokingly, Zhang Ruochen's greatest advantage now is Wu Hun. If he lost Wu Zhang, Zhang Ruochen would not have the ability to compete with Hua Qingyu at all.

Beating the soul clock is specifically to deal with the martial arts soul. If Zhang Ruochen continues to fight with Hua Qingyu, he will definitely suffer a lot.

"Wow!"

Rushing out of the back room and returning to the ground, Zhang Ruochen urged Yu Feng Fei Long Ying's figure to the extreme, and fled towards the distance. With each step, he could span more than twenty feet.

After breaking through to the celestial realm, Zhang Ruochen exhibited the Royal Wind Flying Dragon Shadow, and the explosion speed became faster.

After all, Yufeng Feilong Ying is a superb martial arts skill that can only be used by the celestial realm.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was like crossing the volley in vain. Every step was stepped in midair, with his feet not falling to the ground.

Of course, he isn't flying off the ground right now, but using the skill of martial arts skills and the wind to achieve a short run in the void.

Only by becoming a sacred holy can we truly achieve air defense without borrowing any external force.

In that state, Zhang Ruochen is still far behind.

Immediately behind Zhang Ruochen, Hua Qingyu also rushed out of the ground without any hesitation. His arm flew, hitting the soul-beating bell, and hit Zhang Ruochen in the distance.

Zhang Ruochen didn't turn around at all, just hit Shen Yuan's ancient sword backhand to meet Xiang Xiangzhong.

"Oh!"

Shen Yuan's ancient sword violently collided with Soul Beating Bell, striking a large spark.

Shen Yuan's ancient sword flew back and fell back into Zhang Ruochen's hands.

"hateful."

Hua Qingzhang retracted the Soul Bell and also displayed a body style to catch up with Zhang Ruochen.

Hua Qinghuan ’s body-building method, called “Liuyun Step”, is a spiritual-grade medium-quality body-building martial art.

Although his physical skills and martial arts are not as brilliant as those of Yufeng Feilong Ying, he is a warrior in a dragon and dragon field, and his own speed has an advantage.

Hua Qingyu rushed out, and the speed of outbreak was faster than Zhang Ruochen's speed.

Zhang Ruochen turned around and glanced at him, seeing that Hua Qingxi was chasing behind him, the distance between the two was gradually getting closer.

About a quarter of an hour later, Hua Qingyu chased Zhang Ruochen's distance of ten feet behind him, threw the soul-beating clock out again, and hit Zhang Ruochen's back.

Zhang Ruochen had to stop and fight with Hua Qingyu again.

"A thousand feet long."

Zhang Ruochen inspires a vision of heaven and earth, a space of thousands of square feet, condensing a ray of flames, turning into a huge sea of ​​fire, wrapping Hua Qingyu in the sea of ​​fire.

Inside the sea of ​​fire, the two fought again for more than ten moves, and Zhang Ruochen ran away again.

In this way, Zhang Ruochen fleeed and fought, and fled from noon to dark, fought thousands of miles, and fought 13 times with Hua Qing.

In the end, Zhang Ruochen's martial arts soul was finally hit by the Soul Bell and suffered minor injuries and had to regain his body.

If he is hit again by the beating bell, Zhang Ruochen's martial arts soul will be severely damaged, and the consequences will be disastrous.

"Zhang Ruochen, losing the power of Wu Hun, see if you can escape the palm of the old husband this time? Haha!"

Hua Qingyi chased him up from behind, and the blood on his chest kept flowing. He seemed to know nothing about the pain, stared at Zhang Ruochen with a stern look, and sternly said, "No more telling the old man where the ancient hole is, the old man will let you see Top 10 torture in the black market, do you see if you can hold it? "

Originally, Hua Qingxi was seriously injured. In order to chase Zhang Ruochen, he did not stop to heal.

Now, his injuries are getting worse, but he didn't notice it, he just wanted to immediately ask the location of the ancient cave.

There was a little blood hanging from the corner of Zhang Ruochen's mouth, and he made a long laugh and said, "Hua Qingyun, if you don't heal yourself again, I'm afraid you will go backwards."

Although Wu Hun was wounded, Zhang Ruochen was full of energy and full of war.

"As long as you can suppress your junior, even if it is a retrogression?" Hua Qing said.

"Just because of your current situation, also want to suppress me?"

"What? You're not convinced and want to continue fighting?"

Hua Qinghuan is very clear about Zhang Ruochen's current state ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Losing the power of Wu Soul, Zhang Ruochen is in front of him, just like a cricket ant, and he can be pressed to death with only one finger.

"call!"

A **** cold wind blew from a distance, blowing across Zhang Ruochen and Hua Qingyu.

Weird things happen.

In the woods not far away, there was a blood-red mist, coming from all directions.

Those blood mists continue to spit, becoming denser and denser, blocking people's sight.

Zhang Ruochen and Hua Qingyu were both stunned by the sudden changes, stopped fighting and stood still, alert to the blood and fog around them.

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