Supreme Martial Dao

In this one-shot attack, Fujiko suffered tremendous damage.

Before him, too much care, too confident, so at this moment in the face of sudden changes, he did not have enough reaction time.

Under the forced resistance, how can his flesh and blood body be the opponent of Qiankunding.

乾坤鼎, shocking the world, not to mention the flesh and blood.

At this moment, under the Qiankun Ding, the vines blasted with arms and screamed again and again.

咻咻...

At the same time, in the moment of being bombarded, the two arhats are instantly sheltered.

"Kill."

At the same time, Wang Chen held the Kun Kun Ding and chased the moon step.

One step is to kill the front of the rattan that has not yet stood firm.

Hang...

乾坤鼎 once again sacrificed.

At this moment, Wang Chen directly held the Kun Kun Ding down to the vine.

Calling...

In an instant, you will see the whistling wind, the sky shining, the chaos and the river.

"No, ......"

Looking at Wang Chen’s unparalleled blow, the pupil suddenly shrank, and the vine roared wildly.

He has red eyes and endless fear in his eyes.

咔咔咔...

Under the madness, the arms of Fujiko suddenly re-grow at this moment.

Unfortunately, the speed of his arms grows, and it is comparable to the speed of Wang Chen’s smashing.

In the face of such a scene, what the Fujis can do is to suddenly smash their legs.

Wang Chen is too fast, even the opportunity to let him escape and avoid.

A strong crisis, in a flash, the entire image of the vines.

"Boom..."

In the roar of the roar, the nine-day church trembled fiercely.

Booming...

In the boundless roar, flesh and blood flew out.

"Ah..."

It’s another scream of tears.

咔咔咔...

With a pure yang body, the vines are still flesh and blood at this moment, and the bones are broken and turned into ashes.

嗡嗡嗡...

Under the golden light of the sanctuary, at this moment, the vine statue looks extraordinarily embarrassing.

"Boom..."

At the same time, in the screams of Fujiko, the two sacred arhats have already been killed in front of him.

The two Arhats simultaneously attacked the vines and attacked them.

"No..."

Among the threats of death, Fujiko was under the roar of his voice, only to see his newly born arms, and this moment slammed away.

砰砰砰...

The air waves exploded.

The endless light rushed into the sky, and even broke through the nine-day sanctuary, making the sanctuary devastated.

噗噗噗...

The blood in the mouth is mad.

咔咔咔...

The newly-grown arms of Rattan, at this time, under the attack of two Luohan, broke again.

Although the strength of the two sacred arhats is only half a step of pure yang.

But, you know, these two arhats, but the ancients, how strong their flesh, has already surpassed the ordinary pure.

More importantly, the arms of Rattan are just growing out, and the fragile arms that have just grown are so fragile.

With this blow, Rattan's arms broke again.

With a leg that was smashed by Wang Chen, the vines fell on the ground in an instant, and they were embarrassed.

"Holy suppression."

And at this point, Wang Chen did not continue to kill.

This rattan, he has to fix it.

A pure strong man, if you become a Luohan, you can imagine how much it will bring to his sanctuary.

Calling...

After Wang Chen’s handprints were pinched out, the boundless waves of the sky rushed over the heavens.

The wind is raging, the air is rushing, and the holy atmosphere is turned into a golden light that will cover the whole person.

"The town."

At the same time, with the suppression of the Holy Spirit, two Luohan rushed into the golden light to suppress the rattan.

After all, the rattan is just a human race, and the effect of this holy suppression on him is far less effective than dealing with the monster, the Warcraft and dealing with the Mozu.

"Wang Chen, no..."

In the golden light, at this moment, the vines struggled wildly.

Although his arms were smashed, although one leg was smashed, the vines at this time would be willing to be suppressed.

In this holy spirit, Fujiko felt the boundless threat.

His memory, this moment seems to be passing, his life seems to begin to numb, his body, actually began to involuntarily.

This is definitely not acceptable for rattan.

In the screams of madness, the vines burned their own blood and burned their true power.

咔咔咔...

In the burning of blood and real yuan, the broken arm of the rattan elephant, the growth rate of the broken leg reached a terrible degree.

But in a blink of an eye, his arms and legs have grown.

"I still want to resist it, today, you have no chance."

However, in the face of this scene, Wang Chen has always changed his face.

"Blood suppression."

At this time, Wang Chen can use his unscrupulous blood pressure to suppress.

Although the blood pressure suppression is strong, but to suppress the pure martial arts in the heyday, the strength of Wang Chen is very difficult now.

Moreover, in the previous battles, he was never faced with an enemy. Under such circumstances, blood pressure suppression could not exert any effect.

Moreover, under such circumstances, if Wang Chen’s identity is exposed, it can be imagined what kind of threat will be attracted.

But now, it is different.

Now, there is a sacred suppression, and now, the enemy that Wang Chen faces is only one of the vines. Today, the vine is even more devastating.

Hang...

With the release of the blood of Wang Chen, between the heavens and the earth, the waves are rolling.

In a flash, the nine-day church seems to be a red world.

In the blood of the blood, the heavens and the earth, the church is solidified.

"Ah..."

In the suppression of this **** blood, the rattan that was just preparing to resist, suddenly stumbled upon his body, showing a look of panic.

"Wang Chen, you..."

Tengxiang's eyes widened: "How is it possible, you...the breath of the true blood, you actually..."

At this moment, I felt the breath of Wang Chen. The rattan was stunned. His heart seemed to be half-pierced by the sword, cold and suffocating.

In the cognition of all of them, Wang Chen is inherited the most pure blood of the gods, and the blood of the gods is the inheritance of the blood of the true gods.

However, since ancient times, several people have been able to surpass perfection and step into higher blood.

So, at this moment, I feel the breath of Wang Chen, and the rattan will be so shocked.

Because, this breath is already not the perfect breath of blood, this has already surpassed the imprisonment of perfect blood, this is the true blood of the true God.

In this **** power, the blood of the snakes in the body of the vines is violent, and the uncontrolled rushing rushes.

嘶嘶嘶...

Between the vagueness, behind the rattan elephant, at the moment a thousand tens of snakes appear, he rolls, struggles, wants to rush out of this sky.

However, under the blood of the emperor, this snake is trembling, and there is the ability to resist.

In the struggle and roll of the pupil, the snake gradually fades and gradually disappears.

Ah...

In such a crackdown, Fujiko is actually feeling that his blood is as if he has been annihilated.

The blood of his blood burned, and he was forced to shackle. His real life burned and stopped.

He feels fear and guilty from the heart.

The rebellion of Fujimori was suppressed by Wang Chen in an instant.

In the **** suppression, the two Luohans exerted their powerful strength and directly banned the rattan in the same place.

Hang...

With such an opportunity, Wang Chen quickly ignited his own blood, ignited the boundless sacred atmosphere, and poured into the body of Fuji.

"Don't..."

"I am not willing..."

In this kind of imprisonment, Fujiko only felt his memory, and his life was ruined. His life was continually passing, his body was numb and he could not resist.

Even, there was a strong idea that poured into his mind at this time.

This idea, wants to let him surrender, wants to let him collapse.

The screams are continuous, and at this moment, the atmosphere within the church is very different.

Looking at the twisted figure in the golden light, the vine's rattan, Wang Chen is totally disregarded.

He was suppressed by the boundless blood, and baptized with boundless holiness.

The resistance of Fujiko is getting smaller and smaller. He has lost the power of resistance.

嗡...

Finally, I don’t know how long it took, and with the rattan completely giving up the resistance, the whole church shivered a little.

In a flash, the sacred church before, at this moment, it seems to have renewed a new life, the golden light has passed, and all the scenery has returned to the original.

In the core of the golden light, the vine has been quiet.

He, sitting quietly in the golden light, there is no pain on his face, no struggle, and some is just a peaceful atmosphere.

"Rohan is back."

A moment later, a majestic voice came from the void.

The sound, as if it has penetrated the ancient times, seems to penetrate the boundless time and space.

Under the sound, the vine like the golden light is a masterpiece.

He suddenly hangs up.

After, slowly, he opened his eyes.

The eyes are just serene and majestic at the moment, without the kind of murder and tyranny.

"Rohan is back."

After the empty voice fell, the rattan elephant was also a slow opening.

Several words, spit out from his mouth, but it is so majestic.

哗啦啦......

This voice fell, and the golden light bathing on the top of the rattan was started to scatter.

This moment, Wang Chen exhaled a breath.

Looking at the vines floating above the void, Wang Chen’s mouth showed a smile of satisfaction.

This victory, Wang Chen’s plan, has been completely successful.

Since then, the rattan has ceased to exist, and within the nine-day sanctuary, it has added a powerful Lohan.

"Half-step pure yang."

Feel the strength of the vine like the incarnation of Luo Han, Wang Chen muttered.

After the incarnation of Luohan, the strength of Fujiko was suppressed. Today, he is only half-step pure Yang.

This makes Wang Chen inevitably screaming. It seems that the half-step between the pure Yang and the pure yang is really insurmountable.

Know that when Wang Chen was still in the Xuanyue, the Luohan in the nine-day sanctuary could exceed many levels.

And now, it is impossible to achieve pure yang.

This makes Wang Chen feel the horror of pure Yang.

It seems that if the Scorpio is unable to step out, the strength of Fujiko is categorically difficult to recover.

However, after the sigh, Wang Chen was very quick.

Looking at the incarnation of Rattan, the feelings in Wang Chen’s heart were swept away.

The demise of Fujiko brings not only the strength of Wang Chen, but also greatly weakens the strength of Fuji.

"Teng family, lose a pure yang, don't know what you think."

There was a sneer in the corner of his mouth. Wang Chen’s next moment, a wave of his hand, was the removal of the nine-day sacred field.

Outside, there are still fighting waiting for him. Since it is going to start killing, pure Yang strong, how much can be killed, how much.