Chapter 2409: 3 strokes

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The breath of the half-step sacred, completely released, is like a vortex that extends out, and the pressure is getting stronger and stronger.
The monks of the four surrounding views changed their faces and rushed out to the rear.
The boy next to the old man still has not been affected. He took the old man's arm and let it go, consciously heading for the distance.
Obviously the next fight, he is not allowed to stay here.
In this breath of breath, a large part of the lock on the purple sable, so that the purple 宸 feels a lot of pressure.
But this kind of pressure has not yet reached the point where he can't move his body. Although the half-step Grand St. is also called the Great Saint, it is indeed much weaker than the real Great Saint.
There is no need to use the power of the Holy King, and the Purple can resist this breath.
The dazzling golden light was released from his body, and then forcibly spread out, making the purple enamel within a few tens of meters, and no air compressor pressure.
"Somewhat!" The old man smiled coldly, reaching out to the palm of his hand and smashing toward the purple sable in front.
On top of his palm prints, the power of the holy king is condensed. In the power of the holy king, there is a faint pressure on the great saint.
Half-step grand sacred, although not as good as the true sacred, can still mobilize a sacred power.
Although it is only a trace, it is already stronger than too many holy kings.
These energetic energy condenses in front of it into an energy palm print, going toward the purple. With the advance of the palm print, the palm print is also constantly magnified, and when it reaches the front of the purple enamel, this palm print has been able to cover the purple body.
In the face of this palm, the purple scorpion expression does not change, the right hand clenches a fist, and punches toward the front.
This punch exudes a glaring golden light, powerful and embarrassing.
After seeing the purple boxing punch, the old man smiled ridiculously. This is a blow from the peak of the Holy King. How can a sage of the area be resisted?
The others around him retreated and stared nervously at the next collision between the fields.
"boom!"
The fists of the fist collided, and a shock broke out. A macroscopic energy fluctuation fluctuated and spread in all directions.
The monks who had already retreated a long distance were caught up by the later energy fluctuations and rolled up and flew out.
Some buildings in the distance began to shake under this fluctuation, and then one or two shops could not support, crashed down and splashed countless smoke.
Above the battlefield, the energy raged, and the purple robe swayed.
The attack of the half-step Dasheng has dissipated. He stood still and did not move, blocking this powerful blow.
Looking at the black-haired purple sable, the old man's eyes glimpsed a little, it was an accident that the other party actually blocked the attack.
After that, the purple scorpion is a flower in front of the eyes, and the old man disappears in the same place.
The next moment, his energy began to frantically surging, as if he had been squeezed by a strong force and became disordered.
The old man appeared in front of him, and along with it, there was a shining fist.
This is a punch of the half-step of the great power, the power carried is terrible, the harsh screams in the air, the space is constantly twisted, seems to be broken at any time.
In the face of such a blow, Zi Zi’s look changed slightly, and the golden light shone, and it was also punched out.
"Peng!"
The two fists collided and the energy oscillated, but this time there was no sputum spread, and all the energy was in a state of restraint.
This kind of restraint makes the power that he himself wants to bear is also greater.
As a result, Zi Yan began to retreat after this punch. He stepped out every step of the way, and the ground under his feet would tremble, and there would be a powerful force that was transmitted into the earth through the body.
In this way, he has retired more than ten steps, which stabilized his figure.
Looking at the front again, the half-step grand priest also took five steps back.
Stabilizing the big sacred figure, the accident in his eyes turned into amazement. Among his old eyes, he immediately flashed a touch of coldness, and his body shape shook like a smoky smoke.
This time the speed of the other party is faster than before, and once again, it is in front of Zi Yan.
But this attack is no longer a fist, but a finger, like a sharp-edged sword, pointing to the purple eyebrows.
"Hey!"
The purple scorpion is full of energy, and the black robe dances. In the face of this blow, he does not choose to use his fist, but his hand is in the position of the eyebrow.
The palm is in front, the back of the palm is behind, and it is in front of you.
At the same time, above the palm of the hand, there is also a force belonging to the Holy King, and the pressure of the Holy King is scattered.
The realm of sable is revealed at this moment!
Don't look at the old man is just a finger attack, but it is the strongest of the three hits, the purple must pay attention.
"puff!"
Fingerprints such as the sword forward, it is easy to cut the purple king of the defense of the king, and then point on the palm of the purple. I saw the skin of his palm, broken in a little bit, and then a finger hole appeared in the center of the palm.
The energy is frantically surging, and the violent breath is scattered. After breaking the palm of the hand, the old man feels his own blow, as if he has encountered the strongest substance in the world, and has produced a strong anti-shock force.
"Peng!"
A shock, his figure regressed, and the purple scorpion stood still.
He took back the palm that was in front of him and then clenched it into a fist. Among the fingers, blood was scattered.
He stood in the same place, and if he did not move, it was easy to block the strongest third strike of the old man.
After this attack, the old man seems to have paid a lot of money and looks more and more old.
He squinted at the crutches of his left hand and looked at the sable with his smoky eyes. He nodded and said: "The three moves have passed, and you won."
The boy with red lips and white teeth ran away from the crowd and once again supported the old man.
The old man did not say anything, slowly turned around, licking his back and preparing to leave with the support of the boy.
Zi Yan looked at the back of the old man and said: "What you lack in the old man is not a sacred soldier, but a chance."
The pace of the old man stopped and looked back at the purple.
Zi Yan continued: "If your situation is not a sacred soldier, you will not be good. What you need is a chance to become a great saint. If you become a great saint, I believe that you will still have endless life."
"Do you want to be a big sage?" The old man smiled and smiled too bitterly. "Is there such a chance in this star road?"
"There is no such thing as the Star Road, but I know there is a place." Zi Yan looked at the old man.
Among the sullen eyes of the old man, flashing a light, as if I saw hope, asked: "Where is that place?"
Zi Yan smiled and laughed and said nothing.
The light in the eyes of the old man disappeared. He looked at the purple and said calmly: "What do I need to do?"
"The old man went to the hall with me!" Zi Yan reached out and invited, and the palm of the hand that had been broken before was completely restored.
Knowing that the old man who contained a sacred power in the blow, the pupil was also shrinking after seeing this scene, and the recovery speed of the other side surprised him.
"Let's go." The old man didn't think too much, he followed the purple scorpion.
As a half-step, if he insists on leaving, who can stop him in this world?
Therefore, he does not worry that Zi Yan is counting on him!
But soon, the old man found out how ridiculous his own thoughts were. Perhaps half-step Dasheng can indeed cross the planet, but this range definitely does not include the evil star.
Just as Ziyan walked to the hall, it was an accidental discovery. There was a middle-aged man sitting there, drinking tea leisurely.
After swearing at God, he asked strangely: "Predecessors, how are you here?"
The old man who followed came to discover the middle-aged man. His pupils shrank, his airflow naturally flowed, stood at the door, and stared at the middle-aged man with vigilance.
The middle-aged man put down the teacup and glanced at the old man without any expression change. Then he looked at Zi Yan and said: "India has told us something, but there are a lot of insiders that he doesn't know, so I specially rushed over."
Later, he looked at Zi Yan with admiration and said: "In a short time, you can have such strength, you are very good."
This refers to the three moves that have just been played by both sides. It is very easy to stop the purple, obviously at that time, he has already arrived.
"What is insider?" Zi Yan asked, he was curious about this.
"It’s about that place. Although the quota is unlimited, your quota cannot be chaotic!
said the middle-aged man, who is naturally a thunder and holy beast that has evolved into a human form from the Warrior continent.
"Why?" Purple is very puzzled.
"Because of your identity!" Thunder saint said: "We may be free to promise, but you can't. It's a big event, a rare opportunity. As for the real reason, you will naturally know."
"If we don't give a quota, we can't survive this battle!" Zi Yan said with a look of embarrassment.
"Not to give, is to give as little as possible!" said Thunder and the Holy Beast.
When the two talked, they completely ignored the old man standing at the door, while the latter stood there with the boy, as if they were two pillars.
If you really want to see something from the other person's face, it is the other side of the wrinkled face, and now it is full of cold sweat.
The Thunder and the Beast continued: "This scale requires you to handle it, but give it as little as possible, especially those forces that are not good for us."
Zi Yan nodded, and the hostile forces were not in his consideration.
But what makes him puzzled at the moment is ~EbookFREE.me~ What is the relationship between his identity and the Temple of Thor?
Is this related to the problem?
Can Yinyin Dasheng Mingming said that even the great sanctuary will die in that place, and those who want to die can be put in.
Thunder Dasheng looked at Zixiao and smiled. Then he took the teacup and drank the tea in the cup. When he put down the cup, his figure disappeared into the hall.
Obviously, he is gone.
Zi Yan stood there, frowning and contemplating.
After a while, the voice of the old man sounded and interrupted the thoughts of Zi Yan. "Just the predecessor...?"
"Yes, he is the great saint!"
Zixiao nodded and said: "Don't worry about him, let's talk about the opportunity."
I don’t want to think about it. As for this quota, he must give it. Because the strength of the old man is strong enough, he also needs this opportunity.