Suddenly, a palm came silently. The skin was slightly dark red, and the fingerprints were clearly visible. When he saw it, he was already in front of the door.

"presumptuous!"

Jiang Dali's eyes gleamed, electricity was generated in his empty room, and the power-absorbing method exploded from his whole body. A burst of purple energy swept through his body like a whirlpool and sucked it in from all directions.

Immediately, there was a strong wind all around, and a space collapsed as if it had been quickly drained.

All the figures could not help but tilt toward him along with the dust and debris, except for his proudly standing body with his clothes clinging to him, not even a single hair moving, erupting with astonishing suction power.

"Huhuhu!——"

Before Simengba's palm even touched Jiang Dali's face, it was as if he had entered a quagmire where the hidden strength was weakened and sucked away layer by layer.

His eyes widened, he shouted low, and the long sleeves that were rolled up by the suction suddenly turned up, turning his palm into a lotus seal. The move was natural and ingenious, as if it were made in heaven, and it popped up with just one finger at an impossible moment.

Bang!

One finger struck like a sledgehammer.

The entire space, which is full of suction and is about to collapse, seems to have lost its balance.

Jiang Dali felt that the suction power he released seemed to be cut off by the opponent's finger popping out, and it stopped for a moment.

It was at this end that the opponent's body passed by and went straight to the star map.

"Where to go!"

Jiang Dali's face was filled with golden light and he was angry. He had always been calm and silent. The palms behind his back suddenly lifted up. As he turned sideways, he felt as if a giant elephant was running over him.

Peng!!!

The stone tiles on the ground collapsed. He raised his right hand, his muscles bulging out, and he used a nine-fold stance to smash the monument with his heavy hand, locking the opponent and slamming it away.

Simengba let out a voice as clear as a tiger's roar, and his eyes suddenly became as solid as a heavy hammer, penetrating through Jiang Dali's eyes, hitting the depths of Jiang Dali's heart again and again.

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The force of Jiang Dali's palm immediately slowed down, and he felt his mind trembled and he couldn't breathe smoothly.

But this palm still collided with the opponent's oncoming palm!

Bang!——

The huge force exploded like a flash flood!

With a clang, Jiang Dali took a step back, his combat boots swelling slightly as he stepped on the ground.

At the same time, Simumba spit out a mouthful of blood, his sleeves and robes exploded, and his arms made crisp sounds. He quickly swung his body around to remove the force. In the blink of an eye, Simumba's figure changed in this space.

More than ten kinds of body techniques.

All of a sudden, the hall was filled with human figures flying about one foot away. Coupled with the astonishing influence of their spiritual powers, it was as if they had transformed into hundreds of afterimages in everyone's senses. It was impossible to tell which figure was the real one.

, which one is false.

"choke!!"

At this moment, a moon-like scimitar suddenly flew out from Ding Peng's waist. The magical light of the sword shone between his bright and evil eyes, and suddenly turned into a bright moon.

The arc-shaped sword light bloomed from the silver light in the sky, covering hundreds of Simumba's figures like afterimages.

Divine Sword Cut!

Although this sword has not changed, it contains the essence of all the changes in the sword technique. Each sword is issued from an incredible position, as fast as lightning, soul-stirring, and demonic. The surrounding air currents rotate rapidly, and the air flows like sharp blades.

Feng, collide rapidly within this range!

Although Simumba's physical skills are fast and illusory, his spiritual power is astonishing and confusing.

In the middle part of this scene, the devil's sword, which worries both gods and ghosts, was taken away from its sheath when it was unsheathed.

In the space full of afterimages and sword lights, there were only two pairs of eyes left.

Two pairs of eyes illuminated by the curved sword light.

The two men's eyes were sharp, like swords clashing in the void.

Simengba's eyes trembled, and he suddenly shook. The red robe on his body suddenly broke open, and blood arrows shot out, and he fell towards the disk.

Ding Peng also grunted as he stepped forward, his plain pale cheeks became even paler, blood flowed from his eyes, and his mind was traumatized by the opponent's technique of changing the sky and striking the earth.

At this moment, Simumba gritted his teeth and suppressed the serious injury in his body. He turned around, turned his sleeves into palms, and resolutely slapped the disk star chart on the wall.

Silently, a faint sword intention, as if blown by the breeze, suddenly floated...

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Chapter completed!