"He's actually from Lei Palace?" Zhao Lisheng's face turned cold.
"It seems that there was no such person in Lei Palace before. Could it be that he is a core disciple who just appeared recently?" Zhao Lisheng, as the core disciple of Yu Palace, is naturally very familiar with the core disciples of Lei Palace.
"You can meet me here, so don't blame me for being rude." Zhao Lisheng originally did not intend to intervene in the close battle between Chen Yang and Lin Junxian, but now that she knows Chen Yang's origin, she no longer intends to sit idly by and naturally
He and Lin Junxian are in the same camp and want to join forces to deal with Chen Yang.
Everyone knows that the Hunyuan Dojo is good at close combat, and the Hunyuan Kaitian Fist is extremely domineering, but once you encounter the Eight-Nine Mysterious Techniques, it is completely different. The Hunyuan Kaitian Fist has always been suppressed by the Eight-Nine Mysterious Techniques. This is almost
It has become a lingering nightmare in Hunyuan Dojo.
After Lin Junxian recognized Chen Yang's origin, he felt an inexplicable guilt in his heart. He subconsciously thought of the bloody lessons of countless predecessors in the dojo. But he finally did not run away, but instead punched with all his strength, using the strongest posture of Hunyuan Kai.
The Heavenly Fist hit Chen Yang.
Chen Yang, who was blessed by the golden body, naturally sensed the subtle changes in Lin Junxian's expression, but he didn't pay attention and punched out with the same punch.
Peng!
This time it was even more earth-shattering. The terrible collision sounded like the earth was falling apart. Even Han Longjun and others who were looking for opportunities far away on the mountainside could clearly hear the sound of battle coming from the top of the mountain.
"This is?"
"Are the three people above so powerful?"
They are both Nine-turn Mysterious Immortals, and it was only at this moment that they truly understood how big the gap between them was. It was ridiculous that when Chen Yang first came, they wanted to use Chen Yang's name to gain a reputation for themselves as Buddha and ancestor.
He was given the honor of being qualified, but in the end he was beaten so hard that he had no power to fight back.
When Lin Junyi's fist collided with Chen Yang's, his complexion suddenly changed. The terrifying force was like a mountain falling directly on him, making him feel an unprecedented terrifying impact.
In response, his fist instantly shattered, and his entire arm was almost completely torn off, and his body was severely impacted. He instantly became a man with a broken arm, covered in blood, and looked extremely miserable.
At the same time, he was also paying attention to Chen Yang's situation. He wanted to see how far his Hunyuan Kaitian Fist was from the Eight-Nine Mysterious Gong. In his opinion, even if he lost, the opponent should
That's right, it doesn't feel good.
However, he was soon dumbfounded. Chen Yang severely injured him in an instant, but he himself was unscathed. He was even able to stand up to deal with the large number of whisk threads that suddenly attacked from behind.
"How is it possible? Is the Eight-Nine Xuan Gong so terrible?" Lin Junxian's whole body was in bad shape. Without comparison, there would be no harm. He himself was in a miserable state, his arms were smashed, and his body was severely injured, but the other party had no problem at all.
If Zhao Lisheng had not intervened in time to rescue him at this time, he would have been unable to resist anymore and would have been directly crushed by the opponent and his body would have been beaten alive.
In fact, Zhao Lisheng is not here to rescue Lin Junxian. She just wants to be cruel to Chen Yang and teach him a lesson so that the core disciples of Lei Palace understand that the core disciples of Tianqing Palace are no worse than them.
The silk threads all over the sky, carrying an extremely sharp aura, were like sharp blades that could cut mountains and rivers. They were airtight and swept directly towards Chen Yang again and again, intending to completely crush his body.
Chen Yang's physical body is indeed powerful. Even if he is hit by this thread, it is just a flesh wound, but it cannot withstand such a large number of threads. It is airtight and leaves almost no room for escape. He can only rely on himself to resist.
"What method is this?" Chen Yang was quite surprised. He seemed to understand at this moment. Those feelings when facing the dense attacks of his phantom sword skills were visible to the eye. They were all bursts of silk thread power, giving people a feeling that it was difficult to escape.
a feeling of.
When Lin Junxian saw this, he naturally withdrew immediately. He no longer wanted to fight Chen Yang head-on. This guy was actually more perverted than him. At this time, he just watched from a distance and let Zhao Lisheng deal with Chen Yang.
As the core disciple of the Imperial Palace, Zhao Lisheng's greatest skill is naturally the Imperial Palace's famous technique 'Thousand Silk Jue', which uses a whisk as a medium to deduce the meaning of the three thousand avenues. Unfortunately, such an intention is too high, even for the Imperial Palace.
Even the founders failed to make this magical power truly capable of changing three thousand ways at will.
Despite this, the reputation of this magical power is not much weaker than that of the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques. Especially in terms of trapping enemies and long-range harassment, it is second to none.
Countless threads were like swords and swords at first, trying to cut Chen Yang's body, but they were all shattered by Chen Yang's powerful physical strength and magical power. Occasionally, there were some that were not blocked, but they could not cause much harm to Chen Yang.
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Seeing that this was unlikely to work, Zhao Lisheng turned countless silk threads into countless silk-like flexible powers, winding them layer by layer, intending to wrap Chen Yang completely and completely trap the opponent.
"What is the origin of this girl?" Chen Yang frowned. Until now, he didn't know that the other party was the core disciple of the Royal Palace. However, he felt the difficulty of this magical power. There were countless threads, like mist.
It's the same, one layer has been peeled away and there's another layer.
"Are you going to completely trap me and treat me like a silkworm baby?" Chen Yang soon discovered that the power of these threads was no longer violent, but turned into extremely flexible threads. Although they had no lethality, they were
The defense is indeed improved a lot instantly.
"You really think I'm easy to bully?" Chen Yang frowned. He is not a silkworm baby, and he is even less likely to be trapped. Once trapped, how can he teach that girl a lesson, and how can he get the Xuanzi Palace for the disciples of the Spirit Realm?
key?
So, Chen Yang's mind moved, and Renshu Xiaoding appeared in his hand again. In order to break this girl's magical power, he even activated some of the killing power of the Soul Killing Pearl. Of course, these powers were in Renshu Xiaoding's hands.
Under the wrapping and disguise, ordinary people cannot detect it at all.
Chen Yang would not be stupid like Hu Mengzhu, who did not know how to expose the fact that he had acquired spiritual treasures. As long as it involves spiritual treasures, even acquired spiritual treasures are far beyond the possession of Xuanxian. Once it is exposed, it will definitely
Causing death.
"Annihilation!"
Chen Yang wielded the small cauldron of human scripts and used his most powerful magical power so far.
In an instant, the mystery of humanity lit up from the mark of the soul, and then aroused the resonance of heaven. The next moment, the long sword turned into a small cauldron of human scripts swept away instantly like a gust of apocalyptic wind.
As the sword light passed by, countless threads were instantly destroyed and carried away like ashes. Immediately after, Chen Yang's eyes returned to clarity, and he saw Zhao Lisheng in the distance, and also saw Zhao Lisheng hiding in the distance watching the battle, and