"Bang."

The palms and swords intersected, and the explosion sounded.

The figure of Qingfang moved backwards.

Yuwen Jing used a soft palm technique and hit Qingyao's back from the air to help him resolve his retreat. "The opponent has a killer puppet of the Holy King level. Isn't it a simple character. Do you need me to help you?"

"Need not."

Qing Fang showed the long fangs in his mouth and said excitedly: "The three-step Holy King realm that I broke through has not yet fully adjusted the increased power in my body. It just happened to use this battle to test how much my combat power has reached?"

"You are definitely not an unknown person to be able to defeat my Qingyao. Which killer king in the Tiansha organization is? Let's sign up?"

Zhang Ruochen stood straight, stood with a sword, and said, "If you can take my ten swords, I will tell you my real name."

"You really don't know that the world is so strong. To be honest, I only used 50% of my strength just now. If I do my best, you may not be able to block my ten palms." Qingyaoya said.

Zhang Ruochen said, "Is that so? I only used 30% of my strength just now."

"Arrogant."

Thousands of words emitting holy light appeared on the blue gold sacred armor on Qing Fang's body, and his aura became extremely sharp, "Liang Void Palm."

A trace of pure divine fire and three hundred palm rules gathered on his right palm.

Suddenly, the "cracking" burning sounded in the entire Taoist temple.

This is a middle-level holy art-level palm technique, which is exerted by the green fangs. Its power is quite amazing. Before the palm print was shot, the flames under the feet had already spread to Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen does not intend to use the power of time and space. He wants to try it. He only uses swordsmanship to defeat the top pride of heaven in the universe and all worlds.

At the same time, he also wanted to fight against Qingyao to renovate the increased power in his body.

Zhang Ruochen raised the sword above his head, and the powerful sword intent surged out of his body. Then, a Bagua mark that was more than ten feet long appeared under his feet. In this area, the sword energy was scattered.

"Sword Eight, Qian Jian."

The holy energy of heaven and earth in the Taoist temple gathers into the Bagua Seal and transforms into a layer of swordsmanship and is condensed on the heavy sword in Zhang Ruochen's hand.

"Wow—"

The sword art mysterious gang is invincible.

With a swing of the heavy sword, he broke through the palm power of the green fangs and bombarded his fist glove, making a sharp and harsh explosion.

When Qingyaoya saw Zhang Ruochen condensed the sword art mysterious weapon, he knew that the other party was stronger than he expected, so he burst out with twelve points of power. However, even so, the heavy sword fell and his arms numb and his body retreated backwards.

His fist glove was a four-glorious sacred weapon that blocked the sword's mysterious aura and was not penetrated.

Zhang Ruochen's sword technique had long been integrated. The Bagua mark under his feet rotated, and the second sword attacked, "Kun Sword."

This sword was a sting, as fast as a light shuttle, piercing into the middle of the eyebrows of the green fangs.

Zhang Ruochen used Jian Ba, and the sword moves he used were influenced by the "Xuan Ji Sword Saint Sword Eight Record" and split Jian Ba ​​into eight hexagrams between heaven and earth.

Qingyaoya knew the power of Jianba and Jiandao Xuangang, so she did not take it forward, but instead used a body technique called "Fire Peng Feiying", which had speed rules, flying rules, flame rules, and lightning rules integrated into it.

"Swish."

A pair of flamed roc wings appeared on the back of Green Fang's fangs. When his body flashed, he disappeared from the spot and appeared behind Zhang Ruochen.

The speed is as fast as space movement.

Zhang Ruochen's sword was actually a little slower, and it only penetrated the shadow of Qingfang.

"The body technique at the intermediate level of holy art." Zhang Ruochen felt a little incredible.

It is not easy to cultivate the intermediate level holy art to a great success.

The body movements at the intermediate level of holy art are even more difficult to practice.

Moreover, Qingyao's body technique incorporates a variety of holy rules, and it is obvious that it is not an ordinary intermediate-level holy art, but an exquisite intermediate-level holy art.

Ordinary and exquisite, different from heaven.

"Good."

Qingyao stood three feet above the ground, smiled grimly, and burst out quickly again, and another Void Refining Palm was shot out. This palm not only incorporated into the rules of the holy path, but also mobilized a large number of truth rules to integrate into it.

Four times the palm force burst out.

Qingyaoya's attainments in the way of truth are far superior to Zhang Ruochen.

At this stage, Zhang Ruochen can only let the holy art burst out twice the power.

Zhang Ruochen had never practiced the intermediate-level holy art skills, and his speed was not as fast as Qingyaoya, but his nerve reaction speed was extremely fast. When Qingyaoyao came out of his palm, he attacked with a backhand sword, "Shocking the sword."

In this sword, Zhang Ruochen also mobilized more than 200 truth rules in his body to integrate into the sword technique, while the sword art Xuangang condensed into layers of waves, colliding with the palm power of the green fangs.

When each layer of sword art mysterious weapon collides on the palm print, the palm power produced by the green fangs will be reduced by one point.

When all the sword arts mysterious weapons were shattered, Zhang Ruochen's heavy sword finally collided with Qingyao's palm. However, the sword edge drew from Qingyao's wrist position and sprinkled out sparks.

"Swish."

The heavy sword, with a kilogram, made Qing Fang's palm shift away, and the tip of the sword stabbed Qing Fang's eyebrows.

Qingyaoya's face changed, and she used her body technique and turned into a fire-like shadow and flew back into the distance.

Ten feet away, a deep blood mark appeared on the cheeks of the green fangs, revealing the white cheekbones. The holy blood kept dripping downwards, like gorgeous petals scattering on the ground.

"How is it possible..." Qing Fang was a little incredible.

The other party was weaker in both his body speed and his attainments in the way of truth, but he actually injured him.

This person's use of power has reached such a superb level?

Zhang Ruochen looked at the holy blood on the heavy sword, but sighed secretly, "It's a pity that if the sword in my hand was Chen Yuan, this sword would not be as simple as drawing a blood mark on his face."

Only Chen Yuan can allow Zhang Ruochen to perfectly perform his sword moves and exert the most powerful sword power.

The heavy sword in my hand is still a little unfamiliar.

Yuwen Jing stopped and did not immediately collect the two supreme perfect fruits left on the holy tree, staring at Zhang Ruochen and Qingyaoya.

He could see that the cultivation level of the killer king of the Tiansha organization was not much higher than that of Qingyaoya, but this person could suppress Qingyaoyao, which was a bit incredible.

Yuwen Jing said: "The entire Truth Heaven Realm can suppress your creatures in the same realm. Moreover, this person's attainment in the Way of Truth is only at an ordinary level. For such a person, there will be no more than three Truth Heaven Realm."

Qing Liaoya's heart moved, and he stared at the killer king opposite again, his eyes suddenly shrank: "Is this guy Zhang Ruochen?"

"It's not impossible."

Yuwen Jing walked towards Qingyaoya, raised his palm, and twelve divine bones flew out and landed in the twelve directions of the Taoist temple. Each divine bone released a faint divine light, making the space more stable.

This is just in case.

If it were that killer king, Zhang Ruochen, they would not have been caught off guard by the other party's space power.

"A disciple of the divine teaching and the number one genius in the Yin and Yang world are indeed extraordinary people. They guessed me so quickly." Zhang Ruochen said in his heart.

When Qing Liaoya saw the man opposite, she did not deny it, and she felt a little more affirmed, saying, "No matter whether you are Zhang Ruochen or not, people like you should not live in the world."

"Wow!"

On the labyrinth saint armor, words flew out one by one, protecting the green fangs so tightly that they were airtight.

At the same time, those words released a series of powers and blessed them on Qingfang's body, making the aura emitted by Qingfang become stronger and stronger.

"Go to die for me."

Qingyao's body was wrapped in a text giant, and he raised a big palm and pressed it down on Zhang Ruochen's head. The blue gold holy armor was extraordinary, and it blessed Qingyao's cultivation to a rather terrifying level.

The Taoist Zhenmiao felt that Zhang Ruochen could not stop the attack and asked, "Do you need help?"

"I can still handle it."

Zhang Ruochen stood proudly, looked up at the big hand with words, and said, "The power of blessing is more than the Hundred Saints Blood Armor. Your text armor is a good treasure."

The holy energy and the mystery of truth in Zhang Ruochen's body gathered towards the Vulcan armor fist gloves on his arm.

Suddenly, the Fire God's fist radiated a blazing flame, which wrapped the heavy sword and merged with the sword's mysterious aura. Then he waved his arm suddenly and slashed it out with a sword.

"Bang."

Thousands of words burst open, the body of the text giant collapsed, and a vast and boundless force rushed out in all directions.

In the Taoist temple, sand and stones fly.

The two killer puppets were shaken straight and flew backwards backwards and hit the walls of the Taoist temple.

Even with Yu Wenjing's cultivation, he retreated repeatedly. Finally, with the power of the twelve divine bones, he resisted the power of the power.

Qingyao fell to the ground, and the bones in her body were broken, unable to stand up. While trembling, she howled angrily: "It's you... it's you... Zhang Ruochen..."

In the Sea of ​​Truth, Qing Fang had seen Zhang Ruochen's power using the power of the Fire God's armor, and recognized him at this moment.

"I didn't die."

Zhang Ruochen frowned.

The sword just now, the heavy swords of the three-glory Ten Thousand-Past Sacred Artifact-level in Zhang Ruochen's hand burst, leaving only a piece of sword hilt. You can imagine how terrifying the power is.

That is the power that erupts from the mystery of truth and the armor of the Vulcan.
To be continued...