Xiang Yang turned his attention to Wanyan Bo standing on the arch stone gate more than five meters high. The constables behind him could not see the person's appearance because of his cultivation. However, his eyesight was extraordinary, and his divine light burst into pieces, and he could see clearly.

This is a man with deep eyes and high noses. His forehead is full and his cheeks are full. His beard stands up like a steel needle. His hair is short and curly, and his light green looks green on his head. I don’t know if it is born or acquired, but it looks heartbreaking.

Although the specific age is not obvious, there is a short shirt made of red silk hanging around the neck and animal skin, revealing its strong and plump muscles. The style is in the style of Dazhou Shamatt.

“Who are you?

There should be no innate masters in the Shangjun Divine Capture Sect. You are actually willing to sit in the dungeon. It seems that you are also a lackey in the Great Zhou Dynasty and should be killed."

Wanyan Bo's voice was muffled and his voice was extremely thick. He was surprised at Xiang Yang's shocking roar just now, but the corners of his mouth were cracked, and he was full of murderous aura.

What was shocked was that he didn't expect that the Divine Capture Sect still had a natural position, but it was not scary. That move was not enough to make him afraid.

The sound of killing seemed to be shouting from the bottom of my heart, spraying out of my throat. The temperature nearby was much lower, which was chilling and terrifying.

Xiang Yang's face remained unchanged, and his heart was also dark. This person's murderous nature was still above Tang Wuyi that day. It seemed that he was also a master with a successful primordial spirit. Why is it so difficult to encounter anyone?

Of course, this person is still much worse than Tang Wuyi, and does not bring suffocating pressure to Xiang Yang. Even if he does not have the advantage of geographical advantages, he can still deal with it with his magical weapons and magical skills.

"Wanyanbo, this is not where you should come. Go back quickly, otherwise there will be damage today."

However, Xiang Yang did not want to fight with others blindly, so he spoke with advice, and he also had a hidden evil intention in his words. He silently hooked up the demon seeds and used the wind spirit to spread the wonderful sound of the demon. Even if he could not really let the other party retreat, he could disturb his mind and let the other party use his ten-strong force to exert only eight or nine points.

"Hmph, how can I mess up my will?

Since I don’t want to do it, let me go. As long as I find the person I’m looking for, I will naturally leave here.”

The sound was like ripples, and ripples echoed in Wanyan Bo's ears. However, when encountering Kwan Ran's murderous intent disappeared, the secret methods used by Xiang Yang could not have any impact on Wanyan Bo.

"Is this really a little character from the little magic claw gate? No matter how you look at it, what's wrong."

When Xiang Yang saw that the other party was so powerful, he raised the importance of Wanyan Bo again. He didn't believe that the other party could practice such a powerful martial art by just practicing the small magic claw skill.

However, at this moment, the other party's words have been made clear, and his attitude is clearly placed there. If you speak, you will be a joke, which will not help the current situation.

With a sound of breaking through the air, Xiang Yang narrowed his eyes and suddenly clenched his right fist and headed towards the tall stone gate in front of him.

A fist fist rushes out with great force, and the cold cold air condenses into the void, turning into a white torrent and rushing away.

This punch is fierce, domineering, and cold, and it condenses the incest and murderous intent to show its power. Its many days of practice in Xiao Shangshan obviously made great progress. Xiang Yang's punch made remarkable progress.

The group of detectives behind them were even more dazzling. Even if they spent their entire lives, they might not be able to achieve one-tenth of the time.

The moment Xiang Yang punched, Wanyan Bo's tall body whirled and fell like a gyro. Avoid this punch, and the cold air fell on the arch stone gate. The cold frost and ice slithering could be seen at the naked eye, which was evident.

Wanyan Bo's body jumped three times in the air, and rushed to Xiang Yang like lightning. His claws were blue and black, and thick smoke rolled, and his evil aura was terrifying.

He grabbed it with crosses in his moves, fierce and powerful, as if the whole world was about to be torn apart by this blow. It was a blow from the body and spirit, and the gathering of true energy.

The head of the Demon Claw Sect is staying in the dungeon of the God Capture Sect, number 6204, and has also made a claw towards Xiang Yang. However, compared with Wanyan Bo's current claw, that claw is simply the difference between mud and gold.

It is not only a vast difference in skills, but also a huge difference in realm.

Facing Wanyan Bo's claw, the acquired detective behind Xiang Yang was intimidated, and his legs wanted to move and escape from the place, but he couldn't move. More than a dozen people were almost sweating coldly.

If this move is used to avoid the wind and shadows of Feng Shen's legs, it is likely to pass by, but behind Xiang Yang is a group of acquired constables. Once he hides, these people will definitely die under Wanyan Bo's claw of the sky-torn claw.

Therefore, hold up your palm, flowing clouds and water in one palm, and the waves of clouds and seas are stacked, and the impact of waves hitting the reefs out of thin air.

The waves were surging and rolling in, and the air around him became thunderous like a tide, and various forces continued to continue, just like a shocking giant stirring the tide.

This move has no external power, and it seems to be less powerful than the previous Tianshuang Fist, but in fact it is intrinsic to engulf the power of clouds and water, and the power of clouds and water fits into the entire world, defends against the attack, and the two styles of cloud palms overlap.

Ordinary people only feel that the moves are mediocre, and the subtleties in the inner world are not understood by the martial arts realm.

However, Xiang Yang has a high prestige among the constables. Even if he can't see the mystery, he knows that his martial arts skills are low and his knowledge is limited, but he breathes a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Okay, not a weak person. This person is young and not only has his merits and experience in fighting, but also has such rich experience. Who is he?"

Wanyan Bo was surprised, and the crackling sound of air exploded in the void, as if setting off firecrackers during festivals. Xiang Yang's hands turned into palms, turning into countless shadows to fight Wanyan Bo.

In a moment, the two fought more than a hundred times, with strong strength. Under the hedge, Xiang Yang fell down and his feet directly stepped on the extremely thick and hard stone slab to form spider-web-like cracks. The cracks widened, and countless small pieces of gravel flew out from bottom to top.

Xiang Yang's inspiration was like a shuttle, fiddling with the small gravel, turning into countless afterimages toward Wanyan Bo, the true power in the inner part was poured into Mars, and the friction air produced Mars, and the outcome was almost clear.

This is the effect of fighting against the enemy in front of the battle and fighting in close combat. Compared with the ultimate move, it shows more meticulous operation, which tests the overall cultivation quality of an individual. At this point, Xiang Yang asked himself without fear of anyone.

Especially Wanyan Bo is condescending and concentrating on his true power. Xiang Yang uses static and uses the environment to act, showing his deep and profound style and master style.

Wanyan Bo was shocked to mid-air by Xiang Yang. He wanted to take the air and then take the eagle strike in the sky, but unexpectedly, the crisis came, and countless dense gravels shot up suddenly in the flash, enough to break his protective energy and break his muscles and bones.

"drink."

Wanyan Boren was in mid-air, his body twisted, and he could not avoid it. He shouted loudly, and a golden light flashed across his eyes. He seemed to have suffered some great shame while gritting his teeth. Suddenly, a light golden rose-like magical image appeared all over his body, overflowing on the surface of his body, three feet thick.

This bird is extremely majestic, with golden wings and Kun heads, star-eyed leopard eyes, shining with golden light, and feathers are like swords, as if a god is walking in the world, and the pressure and momentum emitted are surging, and those with weak spiritual will are immediately suppressed and kneeled down.

It looks great and has a great power. The power of thunderous gravel is only difficult to sustain if it breaks through most of the Dharma images.
Chapter completed!