The strongest collapse system

Chapter 121 Tian Yuan
In the northern part of the barbarian forest, in the center of the human-barbarian battlefield, there was a red flame, smoke filled the air, the fire burned the sky, and the sky was blazing.

This scorching, raging fire that fills the sky and starts a prairie fire, is not a real sky fire, nor is it a wild fire, but a real fire of samadhi that burns all things with real energy as fuel, and its power is terrifying.

For peerless masters who have stepped into the eighth level of the Immortal Realm, this flame is a wonderful thing to train their bodies and gods, but for warriors who have not reached the eighth level, this kind of flame is the god of death.

In Bai Ju's eyes, Wang Fan's real strength is the sixth level of the Immortal Realm. Although he is extremely talented and has the potential to be invincible in the same realm, he can easily kill two masters who have gathered energy to become the peak of the Gang.

But after all, there are two realms behind him.

This is the moat.

A genius who can strangle a race has a strong sense of accomplishment for Bai Ju.

"Die, only when people like you die can we, the Desolate Race, no longer be oppressed!" The expression on Bai Ju's face was uncertain under the reflection of the flames.

It's just that he was a little uneasy in his heart. Although the aura representing Wang Fan's life in the flames became weaker and weaker, it never completely disappeared.

As the real fire continued to burn, the uneasiness in Bai Ju's heart became more and more intense.

boom!
Suddenly, a high-pitched whistle sounded, and a gap suddenly appeared in the layers of flames, revealing a little green light.

Bai refused to suddenly change color.

"Roar!" There was a loud noise, like the neighing of a dragon, and the sound moved for nine days. The gap in the flame suddenly became a hundred times larger. White refusal.

All the barbarian soldiers turned pale when they saw this scene.

On the contrary, the morale of the demon-suppressing army was suddenly lifted, and the square formation moved and changed. An elite cavalry rushed out from the center of the formation, like an arrow. The former soldiers who were originally in a defensive posture were accompanied by the cavalry. After that, he rushed into the barbarian crowd.

The dazzling golden military aura enveloped the bodies of all the soldiers of the Demon Suppressing Army. Looking down from the sky, it was as if a huge golden arrow had appeared.

The true understanding of the way of war, the front and the arrow are in a big formation.

In the direction of the front arrow, the barbarian army was like a snowball pierced by a red-hot iron bar, melting a large area in an instant, and thousands of barbarian soldiers were killed and harvested.

Seeing this scene, Bai Ju's complexion became even uglier, but instead of going to help, he poured all his anger on Wang Fan.

"As long as you kill him, even if you lose this war, it's still worth it." Facing the corrupt situation, Bai Ju was still shocked, but with slightly closed hands, he slashed towards the void.

In an instant, the tyrannical Gang Qi circulated layer upon layer from the acupoints around his body, constantly vibrating and turning into countless true fires of samadhi, blocking in front of him.

Only the sound of "Chi Chi" could be heard endlessly, and the tyrannical sword energy piercing towards Bai Ju was constantly counteracted by the real fire of Gang Qi.

Holding Biluo in Wang Fan's hand, he pierced through layers of flames of stellar qi. In the end, the sword qi was already extremely weak, but his indomitable momentum remained undiminished.

Either you die or I die!
"Critical!"

There was a metallic sound, and the Biluo sword came back suddenly like cutting steel. Wang Fan was slightly startled, and looked intently, only to see that Bai Ju's complexion was like bronze, and the Biluo sword was so sharp that it couldn't pierce it.

On the other side, although Bai refused to block the sword, his face was extremely ugly: "He was able to break through my Samadhi True Fire, what kind of freak is this kid?"

His face became serious, and it was only at this moment that he regarded Wang Fan as a real opponent: "Son of Emperor Yan, I really start to appreciate you now, in order to express my respect for you, let you experience the unique knowledge of the Jin clan."

Bai refused to work hard.

His face turned red suddenly, and he slowly grabbed it with his right hand, as if catching the wind with great difficulty, and then suddenly waved his palm towards his chest, and suddenly there was a strong wind from front to back, left, right, up, down, and the air around him seemed to be full of wind. Disappeared, very strange.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth condensed in an instant, turning into a qualitative and invisible palm strength, as thick as a mountain, and pressed towards Wang Fan from the air.

The first form of Tianyuan Palm is not Zhou Qing.

This press is like an ancient god turning up a sky pillar and smashing it down, it is extremely powerful and absolutely invincible.

"not good!"

The warning sign in Wang Fan's heart rose to the extreme, and just as he was about to escape, he felt a gust of wind blowing against his face, making him feel top-heavy.

Immediately, a powerful force surged up like mountains and seas, and the whole body was involuntarily smashed to the ground, dizzy, with a sweet throat, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

The sound of "cracking, crackling" kept ringing, but it was the hundreds of bones on Wang Fan's body that cracked together, making a piercing sound.

"Boom!"

Bai refused to embrace it with both hands, and pressed down hard on the ground.

There was a loud noise, like a meteor falling to the ground, and thunder struck the ground!The entire ground shook several times in an instant. Many barbarian and human races were knocked to the ground because they could not stand firmly.

"Pfft!" Wang Fan forced himself to stand up, bleeding from his seven orifices.

Seeing this scene, the monster-suppressing soldiers who formed the front arrow array rushed towards this place frantically, and all the barbarian soldiers who stood in front of them were chopped up like clay puppets. Beheaded like a dish.

"Hmph, want to save him? How can you make your wish come true!" Bai Ju sneered, and shot again.

"The second form of Tianyuan Palm, the Tianzhu collapses!"

Even though Wang Fan was seriously injured, Bai Ju didn't relax his vigilance, and still went all out, the shadow of his palm was dreamy and blurred, and he struck out at an unprecedented speed.

"what!"

With a scream, Wang Fan couldn't help flying backwards. After landing, he staggered and managed to maintain his figure. When he looked down, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

From left to right, I saw a wound five or six inches deep in the abdomen, as if being cut by a sharp knife, and the glistening ribs were clearly visible inside.

The whole person was almost split in two.

"This is the Tianyuan Palm, the unique skill of the White Barbarians?"

This is still the result of trying to dodge with all your strength and not being hit hard. If this palm hits hard, I'm afraid it will end in a clean break.

"too strong!"

"Is it only possible to escape?" Wang Fan couldn't help but had this thought in his heart.

"Bastard!" An angry curse came into his mind, which made Wang Fan startled suddenly.

This is Piccolo's voice.

"You are the man who defeated the big devil Piccolo, how could you be scared and run away by the bastard in front of you!" The voice was full of rage, and you can imagine the blue veins on the big devil's forehead at this moment. Just like the Roaring Emperor.

"Concentrate all your qi, bring all your strength together, and then release it at once, you can definitely defeat this bastard in front of you, I don't have time, remember the following spell, this spell can help you gather the qi in your body! "

(End of this chapter)