Miao Jiu's body released a dazzling golden light, shot through the Dou Mansion, swayed the sky, waved his little claws, walked forward with the light waves, took out the black gold bricks and patted them, and the neat tooth prints told his pain, blood and tears.

Song Kuozhi walked step by step, with a bright sound of divine sound. The six ancient characters manifested in immortal furnaces surrounded him, as if imprisoning a fiery sun, saying that he could fight with all his might. His magic power surged and his divine power surged, and he galloped towards Miao Jiu.

The red divine spear stabbed out, with a boundless and devastating aura shaking, booming! That space was exploded a little, which was a very terrifying scene. The monks only felt a piece of punishment spear coming to the top, bringing the trembling of the sky and the earth breaking.

The cultivators felt like an ant and were powerless to turn the world back. If they were stabbed in the front, they would definitely turn into powder. From then on, there would be no such cultivator.

But Miao Jiu turned his body, and his eyes shone brightly, almost pressing forward quickly with the destructive divine light that was shot out. Ten thousand stars moved together, and the long star strip was like a gun. He rubbed it out and then shot it out directly.

Bang~! They collided in high altitude and fought quickly. The energy storm was raging. The sound and light made the monks dizzy. They squinted their eyes and looked over and saw that the sky seemed to have opened a gap.

Two streams of lights constantly collided in the long sky, making a terrifying sound of divine thunder storm. The whole sky was their battlefield, moving/storm trembling, and then it would shatter.

Miao Jiu kept washing, and various magical magic was used, and his body was superb. Under the attack of the Tianxing Spear, it was like entering a land without a man, his body was full, and his fists were like a celestial monument. Every bombardment could change the color of the heaven and earth.

The small figure actually had a stance that he could not even move forward.

The battle became more and more intense, and Song Kuo-jin fought with the divine spear more and more intense, and the power of destruction seemed to turn all the tangible things into nothing.

"Wang Daju..." he shouted, and he wrote a spear of Tianxing pier that stabbed out. The fiery red spear seemed to be bathed in the blood of heaven and earth, flowing with a devastating aura.

The destructive light that covered the sky seemed to pierce the sky and the holes. The sky seemed to have thousands of red dragons scattered, as if it could destroy any vitality.

"Meow... Meow... I, I, I, I will shoot you!" Miao Jiu's figure emerged, and he was almost angry as a balloon. His little face was round, his claws were pinched into a fist, full of resentment, and he grabbed the black and gold bricks with one claw, but the Tianxing Spear showed its power, and the sky was covered by killing and all pierced towards him.

The light and shadow of Miao Jiu's body were twisted, and his body became blurred. His afterimage appeared, densely packed, with many cats, and it was difficult to distinguish the true body.

Afterimages were constantly being stickled, but Miao Jiu was flexible in shape and hid in it. The black and gold bricks emitted a halo, and a confinement force was prominent.

"I'll shoot!" The monks only heard the sound of the gods, and saw Miao Jiu floating above Song Kuo Tsing's head, swinging a 10-meter-sized brick and slapping it.

Duang~~~

Song Kuojing was photographed flying, and soon after he flew, he forced himself to stop, shook his head, his face a little deeper, rushed over again, his magic power soared into the sky, his long red hair flew with the everlasting burning fire, and in an instant, the fire was spitting out into endless waves.

"Meow!" Miao Jiu took a sip, and the fire wave was swallowed by him. A thunder wing as thin as a cicada's wing spread out, and the sound of lightning was like Li Yuan's hissing.

The purple fire on his body was raging, and the huge cat Hokage rushed out, and a flash of lightning flashed, and the Jueli Tian Blade passed by, cutting off the sea of ​​fire. The purple fire cat stepped over and was picked up by Song Kuozhi.

They fought fiercely again, and Miao Jiu turned the power of the brick dance, constantly exuding the power of imprisonment. The dark brilliance shone over, and Song Kuozhi felt a black sky smashing.

The monks were also becoming more and more surprised.

The black and gold bricks once again became bigger in the wind. Song Kuo's eyes were hot and he felt a confinement force, which made the heaven and earth condense. Even if the oven surrounds, his body felt tightly bound.

"The Heavenly Power of the Immortal Oven!" He was as if he had divine help, and he became more and more brave as he fought. The surging divine waves surged out of the Immortal Oven. His body shone with the luster of divine weapons. Suddenly, it soared into the sky, hooked the Tianxing Spear, pierced through the Cangyu, and all the monks on the earth were deeply shocked.

The world is turbulent, and Meow Jiu is running like a unicorn, stepping on the auspicious clouds, looking up at the sky. Song Kuo Tsing's divine light is dazzling, and his energy is overflowing. His magic is more like entering the palace and bursting out with even more brilliant light.

Miao Jiu took a deep breath, his orange hair shining brightly, his body was full, and every inch was shining with holy light, his divine acupoint was wide open, and both inside and outside were transparent.

Meow Jiu's image turned into a holy fetus, flawless and pure, and the body was constantly induced, and the five internal organs were like divine hidden, all containing countless miracles. Gradually, his treasure was solemn, and there was a sacred and glorious domineering aura flowing.

At this time, Miao Jiu was shrouded in the fairy light, and the breath became more and more intense. All the monks held their breath, looked up at the sky, and looked quietly, unable to describe the scene at this time in words.

Song Kuozhi is like a furnace, and the Tianxing Spear is harassed with terrifying power, as if the vast sea of ​​suffering gathers together, surging the world, and punishing the extreme.

Roar~ The sky seemed to be a creature in myth, which was rumbling from Miao Jiu. His eyes opened with a sudden glint of green eyes. Meow Miao fist swung, and made a fist posture, and a fist that seemed to penetrate everything exploded.

"Wang Daju, if this move cannot be decided by the winner, I will use the holy technique!" From a high altitude, Song Kuozhi spoke loudly, and the Tianxing spear pointed at Miao Jiu. The spirit and flames of the furnace seemed to be truly immortal, under a powerful and extraordinary tremor.

Miao Jiu twitched the corners of his mouth, his face became resentful again, and the golden light on his fist dissipated, he stood up, and changed his posture. Miao Miao's fist turned into silver, and an invincible fist that could destroy and crush everything exploded.

The monks felt that their heads were hit hard. The fist movement was like a hundred thousand mountains pressing down, destroying withering and rotting, which was very terrifying!

"Has Wang Daju cultivated some kind of invincible boxing classic?"

All the monks were extremely shocked. This invincible power could never be cultivated by simply practicing!

Could it be that Wang Daju condensed his invincible will? He was able to use boxing to activate it.

It's very possible too!

It's over, Wang Daju in his mind becomes more and more terrifying and powerful! He defeated the ancient and modern times, and defeated the heavens and all worlds.

"This is invincible in the same realm!" Many monks burst into tears with excitement. Wang Daju's fun, they got together!

"Song Kuozhi's immortal furnace heavenly Technique can really burn the void when he reaches the depths!"

"This is the power of the Holy Son!" There were many geniuses in Luoshan City. They clenched their fists and their eyes were full of brilliance.

The tiger is full of fighting spirit, and the thunderbird is full of fighting spirit. After all, in the future, it will be the world of the strong.

"No, is Wang Daju trying to use her body to force the Tianxing Spear? This spear can be stained with the blood of the gods!" Suddenly, a monk was shocked and remembered something!

"According to legend, some great body refiners can tear the holy soldiers with bare hands and use their physical body to directly use their Taoist weapons!"

"But those are perverts who become sanctified in the flesh and even achieve supreme!"

"Wang Daju has refined his body. I heard that before he was born, he used the blood of the real dragon to temper his body, ate the divine phoenix marrow, and has always been with the emperor, and his body has long been out of the world!"

"……Fool."

"What did you say?"

"I don't know either. After hearing what you said, I said it casually. It feels very consistent with your temperament!"

"I'm soaked!"

"One force soars into the sky, one force breaks through the universe...one force breaks through all the methods!" Pang Bai was extremely excited. Miao Jiu had shown his physical strength, blasting the barrier set by Zixia and the two thousand-year-old elders, and directly shattered the clouds in the distant sky.

Wang Daju's strength has only revealed the tip of the iceberg!

"Wang Daju!" Song Kuozhi also realized something. Miao Jiu took back the brick and put on a fist posture, which made him feel shocked.

"Wang, meow, big juju!" Miao Jiu's face became darker, and he heard Wang Daju, who was the same far and near, and was uniform in the world.

Without further ado, their bodies rushed out together and collided with each other. The magic gun seemed to turn into the ultimate point, like a dragon fighting the sky, and the Cangyuan was concentrated, being peeled off, and turning into powder.

Miao Jiu's fist power exploded, like the Emperor of Heaven was wielding his fist. The universe shook and fell, imprinted between heaven and earth. The overwhelming power of the fist destroyed and undone, and directly crushed it.

The sky and the earth roared, and the void exploded. If the ancient true dragon and divine phoenix were at the extreme sublimation, the battle of life and death, suddenly, the mountains and seas were ruthlessly destroyed.

The sky was covered by the long light, shocking countless creatures. It burned the furnace and sucked the power of destruction. Song Kuozhi disheveled his hair and ran away like gods and demons.

Miao Jiu's body was as bright as a golden rainbow, and the sky was full of the sky. His body was like a dragon, exuding a majestic sense of oppression. The heaven and earth were trembling slightly, and they were all witnessing his invincible fist.

The cultivators were shocked again, frightened. Miao Jiu and Song Kuozhi fought in a high altitude, far away from Luoshan City, but they still felt the majestic power, which was too terrifying, and the ultimate manifestation of magic.

The picture, the fist, went forward, crushing everything, the spear, the extreme, instantly appeared like a dragon, the surging energy was venting, and the terrifying fluctuations spread, shaking the world.

The sky was stained with blood, and when everything was settled, Miao Jiu seemed to have ascended, his whole body was shining with golden light, and some places were dim. The two golden horns above his head faded away, and he casually dispersed a divine light, flashing with his shiny eyes. The monks only felt that he was extremely arrogant!

On the other side, Song Kuozhi's oven was broken, his face was flushed, his qi and blood were surging, and the Tianxing spear in his hand was trembling slightly, and a trace of slight trace appeared. His tiger's mouth was cracked and blood continued to seep.

Some monks swallowed, and many of them were shocked to leave their chins. Wang Daju really went to Tianxing Spear!?

"Your body is very strong!" Song Kuo said.
Chapter completed!