Chapter 296: Battle Yuantian!

The roar of the earth and the earth spread throughout the heavens and the earth, and the swordsmanship that Luo Yang is now all cultivated for display is powerful enough to compare with the monks of Yuantianjing. At the moment of self-explosion, the violent spiritual power swept in all directions, the whole world. Everything is sword and spirit!
"Tianjian style? This is the sword of Tianjianzong! How can you display it?! Who are you?!"
In the smoke of the sword, the screams of sorrow and anger were heard, and the sound reverberated, and the figure quickly flew out from the place where the spiritual explosion occurred.
At the moment, the wooden raft has long been awkward. In the previous attack, a robes were broken, and there was a sturdy sword mark on the right arm. Although the aura of recovery was restored, it was always difficult to heal.
With the cultivation of his Yuan Tianjing, this should not have been seriously injured, but he overestimated Luo Yang’s cultivation. He did not think that Luo Yang, who is only a spiritual Taiwanese, could display such a terrible Tianjian style.
"Ancient medicinal herbs... mysterious scorpion... plus the unique sword of the sword sect this day... Who is this kid?"
After the opening of the body and Luo Yang, the face of the wooden scorpion appeared to be shocked, and it was possible to fight the Yuan Tianjing monk with the repair of Lingtai. Even in the whole Tianwu Shenzhou, it never happened. !
However, Luo Yang’s face did not change at all. It was still indifferent. Even after the figure of Muzi’s body flashed, Luo Yang’s face still had no unexpected look, as if he had already expected it. When pushing forward, a black light rushed away, and instantly it was close to the eyes of the wooden scorpion.
"The broken iron sword... you... you are... Luoyang?!"
After seeing the black iron sword, the eyes of the wooden scorpion suddenly shook his eyes and said with amazement.
Since Xiao Jia’s ten ancestors and others were killed by Luo Yang with the hibiscus tree, everything about him was quickly uploaded in the whole Tianwu Shenzhou, and under the reward of the Xiao family, almost half of the monks above Tianwu Shenzhou They all know that Luo Yang has such a black iron sword in his hand.
At the moment, after the sword-style, there was another black iron sword. The wooden scorpion immediately guessed the identity of Luo Yang, and his heart was even more horrified.
"Xiao's ten ancestors led Xiao Jiama to want to chase him, but he was destroyed by him. This kid's cultivation is definitely more than Lingtai..."
Between the electric and the flint, the heart of the wooden scorpion sinks down. After feeling the fierceness of the iron sword, there is no hesitation in the slightest, and the technique of shrinking the ground is directly displayed, and flies away in the distance.
"The family of Xiao Jia has already ordered the killing. As long as the identity of this kid is taken out, he will die!"
At this point, the speed of the wooden rafters suddenly increased and galloped away in the distance. Even though his cultivation is much higher than that of Luo Yang, after he guessed the identity of Luo Yang, he still did not dare to touch him.
"The monk of Yuantianjing is really difficult to kill. Just the blow was changed to a monk in the late Danyang period. I am afraid it has already fallen..."
Seeing that the wooden scorpion did not fight, Luo Yang shook his head, and the body shape was also stepped out. In vitro, the flash of light flashed directly and thousands of feet away, appearing behind the wooden raft.
"Since the elders of wood have recognized the identity of Luo, then Luo Mou should be a good idea for the wood elders."
When Luo Yang’s faint voice suddenly appeared in the ears of the wooden rafters, the face of the wooden scorpion suddenly changed, without hesitation. When he turned, he directly produced a white palm print.
The white giant palm is very popular in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it turns into a height, and it emits a horrible pressure. It is photographed to Luo Yang.
"Fu Tian refers!"
Luo Yang’s mouth sighed low and pointed toward the oncoming giant palm, a blue giant finger descended from the sky and directly collided with it.
The fierce roaring sounded in front of Luo Yang, even if it was repaired on the thirteenth floor of his spiritual platform, it was still difficult to support. The aftermath swept across the room, and a blood spurted out in the mouth. .
"I don't have the right thing. With his current cultivation, even if you can barely fight with the monks of Yuantianjing, if you want to kill the Xiao family, it is an idiotic dream. There must be other means..."
The monks who were able to practice in Yuantianjing were already close to the demon. At this moment, after realizing that Luo Yang’s real cultivation was fluctuating, the heart of Muzi’s heart suddenly had some speculation.
"Thirteen thrones!"
After a chill in the eyes, the wooden raft did not chase Luoyang, but directly operated the spiritual power of the body, and successively discharged 13 prints.
These thirteen white palm prints roared, and each of the palm prints was a horrible pressure, and the speed was faster than one. When the thirteen palm prints were all merged and turned into a palm print, the white giant palm was already hundreds of feet in size, covering the sky and covering the sky, and slammed it toward Luo Yang.
Feeling the pressure of the palm print, Luo Yang's face was condensed, his hands were fast, and a blue figure quickly condensed behind him.
"Futian Mantra!"
When the first breath was reverberating, the blue voice slowly spit out a mysterious ancient sound, turned into a blue curse, and directly hit the white giant palm.
The roaring sound suddenly sounded again. Under the violent collision, the blue curse was only persisted for a moment, and it burst into tears. The white giant palm went straight to Luoyang.
Almost at the same time as the blue curse was broken, Luo Yang’s right arm suddenly lifted up and turned into a sinuous dragon shadow. After a punch, he roared out and collided with the white giant palm again.
The roar of sounds swept across the whole world. Under the collision of the two techniques, the white palm prints finally showed a crack. After a few breaths, they were torn apart and turned into a horrible aftermath, sweeping in all directions.
Under the impact of the aftermath, Luo Yang’s mouth spurted five or six bloods in succession. The whole person flew directly out of the hundred feet and hit the mountain peak before he stopped.
"I don't know the little beasts who live and die, the old man will send you to see the king today!"
Seeing his own hand, Luo Yang is already seriously injured, and the idea in the heart of Muzi is more determined. After a sneer in the mouth, the face was bloodthirsty, and the figure flew in an instant.
Only when he was just moving, Luo Yang’s body suddenly showed a strong vitality. The originally seriously injured body was in good condition as soon as possible, and it was swept around with imposing manner.
"This is the full blow of Yuan Tianjing's monks, but that's it..."
Feeling the ingenuity of the body, Luo Yang looked at the stunned wooden scorpion, and his mouth rose, revealing a mocking smile.
"I don't die! You cultivated the immortal?" The eyes of the wooden scorpion tightened and shouted.