It was already incredible that one person fought Zhang Ning and the Shuangpeng Soul Master at the same time, and the hundreds of thousands of troops in the Cave Continent made people feel that Zhaoming was unsustainable. Now even the Taoist Duobao who had been thinking about it was taking action again. Everyone felt that the battle was probably about to end.

But the result followed was shocking everyone. Zhaoming not only calmed down and did not show any signs of defeat, but also took the initiative to attack and forced his attacks among countless attacks.

The flying fire meteor guides the flames like a fire dragon dancing wildly across the world. The magic technique of the Rin is activated from time to time, making it impossible for a large number of cultivators from Jukuzhou who have insufficient cultivation to resist. They foam at the mouth one by one, and lose consciousness in the shaking spirit. They head towards the sea Luo like grasshoppers after autumn.

When the fire was raised, the flames flew wildly, with red dragon-shaped energy in one hand, and the other hand was a dazzling flower of Taoist patterns.

Zhaoming, wrapped in flames and protected by flying fire meteors, was like a prehistoric beast, fighting in and out of the army, and no one could stop him. Even Zhang Ning and the Shuangpeng Soul Master only dared to attack from the side and did not dare to force him to fight.

He either lost consciousness under the Rin Divine Art or died directly under the bursting flame. In a moment, more than 70% of the people had disappeared from the top of the Bugui Cliff.

"Take the demon mirror and spare you!" A Taiyi Jinxian shouted loudly, waved a big knife and chopped it down on Zhaoming's head. The speed was extremely fast, as if lightning flashed through, dominating the sky.

But he was quicker, Zhaoming was faster, and he stepped on the red light without dodging, and went straight to meet him. He raised his hand and used his flesh palm to resist the sharp sword. He heard a loud "bang" sound, and the mysterious-level sword directly shattered, and only the handle of the knife was held in the other party's hand.

He attracted a large amount of flames, and his body rushed forward, and he slapped the real one with a palm. The Taiyi Golden Immortal screamed and turned into flames. At this moment, Zhaoming's energy and spirit reached an unprecedented level, and even a battle that surpassed one level was simple and clear.

At this time, the Taoist Duobao sent out a large number of treasures to kill, dozens of them, flying around, and it was somewhat similar to Zhaoming surrounded by flying fire meteors.

The difference is that the Taoist Duobao looked excited. It was not a murderous intent, but an answer that he wanted to find, and killed many treasures at Zhaoming without any money.

This is no longer a copy of the innate treasure like before, but an ordinary magic weapon, which is like a torrential rain.

Zhaoming was not afraid, so he jumped up to meet him. The flames circled in his hand, punching and hitting him. They were like a fire dragon swallowing and spitting, and they shattered all the treasures controlled by the Taoist Duobao in just a few breaths.

He kept moving around the group cultivators, raised his hand to kill several Daluo Jinxian, and then fought with Zhang Ning, the double-eyed soul master and many Taiyi Jinxian.

The fists and feet were like thunder riots, and even if he did not use the magical powers like Dragon Fist, he could release huge power. At this moment, Zhaoming was no longer simply fighting for killing, and his spirit was guided to a subtle state. His mental power kept shaking, causing him to enter a mysterious state.

In a trance, he no longer used these people as opponents, but was constantly challenging himself. It was like a caterpillar, showing off his strength in the cocoon of insects, trying to break the things bound on his body and enter a new world.

That state of detachment in mind made his combat instinct reach a peak. He seemed to know every opponent's attack in advance, and easily avoided it with the Pear Immortal Step. He could also properly attack the opponent's vital points, forcing others to defend or retreat.

Even though there were tens of thousands of cultivators besieging people like Zhang Ning, the Shuangpeng Soul Master and the Duobao Taoist, Zhaoming was completely undefeated. He stepped on the red light and moved around, making it hard to touch, and felt like he was strolling in the garden, which was shocking.

"This fire-swallowing demon... is really going against the will of heaven!"

"If this continues, I'm afraid the remaining tens of thousands of monks will be explained here!"

"Will he really succeed if he is alone, without fear of any challenge at the same level?"

"No matter what the result of this battle is, Taiyi's name will not disappear from the West Sea in a short period of time."

"Why didn't Fang Mingjun take action yet? Is he still waiting for something?"

Although the battle on the top of the Bugui Cliff was in full swing, Fang Mingjun was still standing aside with a smile on his face, without any intention of taking action.

The third and second brothers of the Fang family have been defeated again and again, and the honor of the Fang family has been greatly damaged by this fire-swallowing demon. Moreover, Fang Mingjun said before that once Fang Minghai fails, he will naturally take action himself, and he doesn't know what he is thinking about at the moment.

"It really makes me excited!" Fang Mingjun licked his lips, his eyes pounding with joy, and he said softly as if he was talking to himself: "Such a powerful fire-swallowing demon is really a gift from God. If he is tamed as a war slave, the other four combat powers will inevitably increase greatly, and my Taoist Heart Qingming Divine Art will also break the bottleneck in the family and enter a new realm."

He was extremely confident in his words, and seemed to have a way to restrain Zhaoming, and he would definitely win this battle.

Zhaoming launched a great attack, and the flames killed all directions. In a moment, thousands of monks died in his hands.

"Try my Wansuo Mother Sword again!" Taoist Duobao laughed and raised his hand to sacrifice a flying sword. The divine light flashed, and it turned out to be a sub-holy spirit weapon.

The flying sword soared into the sky, and in the blink of an eye it was like a spider giving birth, giving birth to more than ten thousand small swords. Each sword light was sharp and the cold air surged into the sky. It was like a galaxy spreading, and it came directly towards Zhaoming.

"Crushing the Spirit Sword Formation!" Zhang Ning also shouted loudly, gathering thousands of small swords of spiritual power, and then holding the long sword in hand to guide it, turning into a mental cage. The small sword of mental power poured down like a rainstorm, and was overwhelming and attacking Zhaoming.

Zhaoming was already in the rise of war, but he did not dodge or attack, shouted loudly and stood there with his body to resist.

He felt that the bond was about to be broken, and he used his own strength to combine it with external forces, which was more hopeful.

The mother sword of the Wanshu Zi was like a galaxy, and it fell on Zhaoming. Each sword was filled with a sharp light, which collided with the body of the holy weapon, causing sparks to flow and cold stars to shine.

No sword can achieve success, but it can leave white marks and instantly cover Zhaoming's whole body.

"Soul shock!" The soul master shouted loudly.

The eyes were closed and opened, and the four pupils turned at the same time, like four huge black holes devouring the galaxy. The strange mysterious light made a large number of monks tremble all over.

The soul-reversing ancestor of Jukuzhou uses the word "soul" as the name, which shows that the magical powers he practices are naturally related to the soul.

According to legend, he is exploring some areas that are taboos in the world of practice, and he must directly practice his own Tao from the perspective of the soul.

Although there is no deep attainment at all, even if you just get started, it is enough to be shocking. The way of soul is extremely mysterious and cannot be reached by ordinary people.

No one knows how to cultivate souls, and naturally no one knows how to defend against soul attacks. Therefore, the disciples of the Anti-Soul Ancestor are targets that others dare not provoke at will in the entire West Sea, and it is difficult to deal with.

The soul shock magic power is a magic power that attacks the soul by shocking the soul. It is hard to defend against, but it is not easy to use. Every time it is used, the caster's own soul will also be impacted, which is quite painful, so the double-eyed soul master will not use it at all unless he has to. At this time, Zhaoming is already the time to kill all directions.

This technique had just been used, and Zhang Ning's mental sword formation came to his death. Zhao Ming roared and activated the magic technique. The mental power broke and gushed out, directly shattering all the thousands of spiritual swords.

At this time, the soul shocked like a big drum roaring, just in time to collide with Zhaoming's mental power.

Two muffled groans sounded at the same time, Zhaoming and the soul master both trembled, their faces turned pale, and blood gushed from their seven orifices.

One is an extremely domineering mental shock wave, and the other is a mysterious means that can directly act on the soul by hitting the soul.

The two of them fought so hard that they both ended up losing both sides, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Looking at Zhao Ming's swaying appearance, everyone felt that there was an opportunity and immediately rushed away.

The thirty-six swords of Lingxi, the thunder and the fury of ice... everything is available. The opportunity is fleeting, and no one dares to hold back.

The soul shock, as the name suggests, is a magical power that makes the soul feel shocked and subjugated. Zhaoming didn't know its roots, and how he could recover in an instant after being hit.

In the blink of an eye, many magical powers fell on him. It was like thousands of horses galloping and trampling by, and it was like snow in the cold rivers and mountains destroying all things in the world.

There was also a Wanshuozi Mother Sword descending from the sky, completely covering Zhaoming with various mysterious skills.

At this moment, Zhaoming was like a frog in a steamer, covering the lid of the pot, and there was nowhere to escape.

"boom!"

All the mysterious powers exploded, just like a flower of death blooming in the void, the noisy waves turned into strong winds and huge waves that hit the four fields.

"Stand through, I know you can!"

Fang Mingjun, who had not taken action, suddenly shouted loudly, his eyes were beating with excitement, as if he had seen a treasure. No one thought about why he shouted for Zhaoming, and everyone had only one question: Are you dead?

"ah!"

A roar today told them the answer. Amid the turbulent energy and vitality of the riot, a flower of flame instantly bloomed and turned into countless fire dragons roaring around.

Zhaoming soared out of the air with a flame, stepped on the Pear Immortal Step, and his body was extremely fast. He punched and kicked away the soul master and Zhang Ning, and then slapped the Wanshuo Mother Sword with one palm in the air.

Several Taiyi Jinxian were shocked and seemed to be bound. He didn't know how to move, but was bullied by Zhaoming and killed instantly.

After some action, he landed on the top of the Bugui Cliff, and a loud roar, thrust into the sky and dispersed the sky.

At this time, Zhaoming was covered in scars and his breath was disordered, and he seemed to fall down at any time, but his imposing aura made everyone dare not speak out, and no one thought he would lose.

"Okay, okay! I didn't disappoint!" Fang Mingjun laughed loudly, walked around in the void, and walked towards the top of the Bugui Cliff.

A figure followed behind him, following him step by step.
Chapter completed!