The war was about to break out, and the surging power of cultivation exploded on the Taotie statue.

Zhao Wujiang was covered in purple mist, and his hands and feet were all phantoms of purple mist, constantly overpowering Lu Xiaojin's offensive.

The more he fought, the more frightened he became. Every blow from Lu Xiaojin seemed ordinary, but it made his blood boil. One can imagine how powerful Lu Xiaojin's simple blow contained. It was by no means a simple blow to ignite the soul.

The realm of fire can be compared.

I am afraid that even the strong men who have just entered the realm of venerables may not be able to attack like this.

While Zhao Wujiang became more and more frightened, Lu Xiaojin was also shocked.

Lu Xiaojin did not expect that Zhao Wuxu, who seemed to be just enough to ignite the fire of the soul, could actually take her attacks again and again.

Although she didn't use her full strength and only used 60 to 70% of her strength, it shocked her.

You know, under the Venerable Realm, she has never encountered a monk who continuously took her attacks.

Even Zhuge Xiaobai of Wanbao Pavilion had sparred with her before, and faced her offensive, he used a magical power comparable to dog-skin plaster to neutralize her offensive, and did not dare to challenge her head-on.

The coldness between Lu Xiaojin's brows gradually melted away, and his expression became more and more excited.

It's rare to encounter an opponent like Zhao Wuxu, who is constantly fighting against her.

Her view of Zhao Wuyang has changed a lot. Although his words are a little frivolous, judging from his strength, he is not frivolous, but is very down-to-earth.

Especially the vastness of the demonic aura is comparable to that of a great demon in the realm of Venerables.

"Whatever abilities you have, you'd better show them out!" Lu Xiaojin exchanged blows with Zhao Wujiang and took a step back lightly, her black skirt fluttering, and she took back her heavenly magic weapon.

Then she gently held her delicate hands, and her hands were covered with a layer of gloves, like black gauze.

Lu Xiaojin's momentum became more and more powerful, and his expression became extremely solemn. He regarded Zhao Wujiang as his real opponent.

She rubbed her wrist and said calmly:

"My punch may kill you!"

Zhao Wujiang nodded seriously, as seriously as Lu Xiaojin spoke.

He knew that Lu Xiaojin was not arrogant, but actually had strength and confidence.

Zhao Wujiang put the two fingers of his right hand together and swiped it in front of his eyes. A vertical mark appeared between his eyebrows. His temperament became more and more evil. He whispered:

"Divine revelation."

"Open the mountain!" Lu Xiaojin punched him, like a mountain collapsing, and the void trembled. She punched him within a foot of Zhao Wujiang's body.

"Bang!"

Lu Xiaojin hit a shadow, and the powerful aura bounced her back, sending her flying several feet backwards.

She stabilized her figure, Qiu Shui's eyes trembled.

She saw a three-foot-long light and shadow appearing around Zhao Wuyan's body, standing proudly like Zhao Wuyan.

"Dharma, heaven and earth? Dharma of the Supreme Realm?" She exclaimed, but soon she became excited, and even her pretty face turned rosy:

"I still underestimated you after all, you actually have a magical power."

She flicked her wrist. The force of her punch just now was too strong, causing the sleeve of her right arm to shatter, revealing her jade-white arm.

She didn't care and recited:

"Create mountains and reclaim seas, subjugate demons and slay gods!"

She punched out again, directly across the space, and hit Zhao Wujiang's magic form as soon as she finished speaking.

"Dang!"

A deafening sound sounded from the bronze hall in the mouth of the Taotie statue, like Hong Zhong Da Lu.

Zhao Wujiang's blood surged, he took two steps back and let out a long breath.

Good guy, if his divine demon form wasn't powerful enough, Lu Xiaojin would have killed him with this punch.

Lu Xiaojin also took a step back, her fighting spirit getting stronger, and she glanced at Zhao Wushen even more.

"You surprised me." Her eyes were shining with excitement:

"Come again!"

"Bang."

Before Lu Xiaojin could take action again, there was a sound of shattering from her black dress.

The black skirt was a piece of armor that reached the level of a divine treasure, but it couldn't withstand her two punches.

Once the sleeve of the right arm was shattered, and this time the large piece of clothing on the right side of the delicate body was shattered.
Chapter completed!