Fantasy: It’s just a diary. Senior sister, why are you blushing?

Chapter 114

When he heard that Yang Qingfeng's chain ice palm could slow down others, Zhou Xuan couldn't help but laugh.

Play this, then have you ever heard the gods sigh?

Suddenly, Zhou Xuan, who stood up, let out a slight sigh, this voice, ancient and distant, seemed to come from the long river of time and space.

And after hearing this slight sigh, Yang Qingfeng's face suddenly changed, as if at a certain moment, he was locked by some mysterious force.

Then, even if it was breathing, Yang Qingfeng felt much slower.

At this time, Zhou Xuan had already killed in front of him without knowing when.

At this moment, Yang Qingfeng's pupils couldn't help but expand a lot.

I always feel that Zhou Xuan's speed is not very fast, but he can't avoid it.

Rumble!

A huge roar spread from the sides of Zhou Xuan and Yang Qingfeng, and at this moment, the ground shook.

And Yang Qingfeng, who had always had the upper hand, fell down, and before he hit the ground, Zhou Xuan had already appeared behind Yang Qingfeng.

The speed slowed down suddenly, but the divine soul perception was still unaffected.

After noticing that Zhou Xuan appeared behind him like a ghost, a rare panic appeared on Yang Qingfeng's face for the first time.

"How... How can it be!

Yang Qingfeng swallowed his saliva, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

What kind of means did this guy use, so that he didn't have the ability to resist at all.

However, Zhou Xuan would not patiently explain to Yang Qingfeng, and smashed a punch on Yang Qingfeng's face.

While blood gushed out of his mouth, several white teeth flew out along with it.

And Yang Qingfeng only felt dizzy, and the whole person was also smashed out uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Zhou Xuan's figure did not have the slightest stagnation, and he stepped into the air again.

Yang Qingfeng barely raised his head, and all he saw was a ruthless big foot smashed heavily on his face.

The figure fell to the ground, and this time, an abyss was directly formed.

Compared with Zhou Xuan before, Yang Qingfeng now is simply not embarrassed.

To think about it, a powerhouse of the Void Breaking Realm is now so embarrassed in the hands of a Divine Harmony Realm, which is simply appalling.

However, in this bronze immortal hall today, such a terrifying scene was indeed staged.

Although he couldn't see it, under the perception of the divine soul, all of Yang Qingfeng's movements Zhou Xuan could see clearly.

The figure moved, holding the purple thunder in his hand, Zhou Xuan continued to bully up, but just when Zhou Xuan was about to approach the abyss, an embarrassed figure rose up in the abyss.

Without giving Zhou Xuan a response, a large palm with blood grabbed Zhou Xuan's throat.

"Boy, it's time for the farce to end!"

Yang Qingfeng, whose face was full of blood, gritted his teeth, pinched Zhou Xuan's neck and smashed it fiercely, adding a new abyss next to the abyss before.

It seemed that he was still puzzled, Yang Qingfeng made a big move, and the spear was immediately suspended above Yang Qingfeng's head.

Then, Yang Qingfeng pinched his hands with both hands, and the ghost spirit gun soared dozens of times,

"Die!"

With a loud shout, the ghost spear cover that was like a pillar of heaven fell down and went straight to the abyss.

Watching the ghost spirit gun fall through the air, Yang Qingfeng was also gasping for breath, it seemed that the move just now was also extremely consuming to him.

Coupled with the palm and punch that he had received from Zhou Xuan before, he was still a little blindfolded until now.

Using this move, just when Yang Qingfeng thought that he was stable, his face suddenly changed, and his appearance quickly decayed.

In the blink of an eye, this place was just a young ancestor who looked only twenty or thirty years old, and this was clearly a late old man who was about to become terminally ill.

The figure is tall, extremely short, and it looks like two people before.

And the ghost spirit gun that soared like a pillar of heaven is now shattered, and from the ghost spirit gun, there is a black dead qi that breaks out.

If you pay a little attention, you can see that every time the ghost spirit gun is broken, a small ding the size of a fist will appear.

Hachibara Ding!!

Formed by gathering the qi of the eight wastes of heaven and earth, this can suppress all enemies who are blocking!

It can be said that this is Zhou Xuan's most powerful killing method at present!

And everything before was for this moment!

As soon as the eight desolations came out, between heaven and earth, there was a desolate aura of the Dao, as if all life would wither and wither under this desolation.

In the blink of an eye, the ghost spear broke to the ground, and the eight barren dings continued to smash forward.

"You dare!!"

That terrifying power made Yang Qingfeng's view change, snorted coldly, his hands were printed again, and in front of him, a pillar of Optimus suddenly appeared!

The pillars are blood-red and carved with four lifelike coiled dragons.

The dragon's eyes were closed, but people could feel the coercion emanating from above.

"Trapped Dragon Stick!"

Yang Qingfeng shouted loudly, exerting his new strength, and above the pillar, two dragon eyes suddenly opened.

Subsequently, the dragon groaned between heaven and earth, as if a real dragon was born.

And the eight barren dings were really blocked.

Seeing this scene, Yang Qingfeng's old face that was as dry as a tree trunk suddenly showed a smug smile.

The figure moved, and it swayed up.

"Young man, you have no chance!"

"Don't you know that the most proud thing about this seat is not these killing methods?"

"This seat admits that when it comes to treasure art and spiritual treasures, this seat is not comparable to you, but this divine soul is on it."

"Don't say it's you, even those old guys who have endless thoughts have to call me an ancestor!"

"This Xiaoding is good, with it, even if it is the power of the Source Realm, this seat has the power to fight!"

Yang Qingfeng had a maniacal smile on his face.

In the next instant, a small golden sword with a condensed divine soul lined up.

Yang Qingfeng bent his fingers, and all the swords of the divine soul came to kill.

At this time, the corner of Zhou Xuan's mouth also outlined a smile.

"Why haven't you thought that everything I do is actually waiting for your move?"

"Divine thoughts are pouring!"

With a cold snort, the originally imposing Divine Soul Sword instantly turned into nothingness and disappeared in place, and the next moment, the golden small sword appeared beside Yang Qingfeng out of thin air.

After seeing this scene, Yang Qingfeng looked shocked, and his head roared.

"This, this can't be!"

Now, even if he killed Yang Qingfeng, he would not believe this scene, he, how could he control his divine soul.

However, between breaths, the golden sword was directly inserted into Yang Qingfeng's eyebrows.

A small grass also appeared in Zhou Xuan's hands.

A sword was handed out, and the cursive sword intent swept the audience!

"Nope... No!

Yang Qingfeng let out a miserable wail, and the breath of death had already completely enveloped him.

Just when the cursive sword intent was about to penetrate Yang Qingfeng's eyebrows, above the heavenly dome of the Bronze Immortal Temple, a large dry hand suddenly appeared.

With a flick of that big hand, the cursive sword intent disappeared completely, and Zhou Xuan almost broke his meridians.

"Little friend, please give the old man a face."

"My greedy apprentice, let the old immortal teach a lesson!!"

After hearing this old voice, Zhou Xuan's head roared.

In fact, it will be an old ghost in the dry mountain!!