At this moment, the air around it solidified, like a cold Arctic land.

A solemn aura spread out from the body of the Taoist Zhenyang. The monks around them all felt their scalp numb and their bodies were full of goose bumps.

This kind of breath alone is enough to make them desperate and have no idea of ​​resisting.

"Is this the strength of the fusion stage? Just a little murderous aura makes me feel like I am facing death!"

Whether it is a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage or a cultivator in the Dan Condensation Stage, he looks as if he is dead at this moment.

Looking at the air, the foundation-building monk they looked down upon before was nothing strange and kept calm.

At this moment, they deeply understood that Jiang Xiaoyu's strength was definitely not something they could guess. If the other party blamed them for the ridicule of what they would laugh at, they felt even more frightened.

All practitioners cherish their lives very much. For example, the Taoist Master Zhao who took out the dragon ruler and wood, was to exchange for a life-extending pill that extends his life.

When practicing, what you practice is fate, and what you practice is immortality.

"Why do you have to do these useless tricks? Take action!" Jiang Xiaoyu said calmly.

Seeing that the other party was not affected by his breath, Taoist Zhenyang remained motionless, and at the same time he also confirmed the extraordinaryness of this kid.

This kind of cultivation was not enough to resist when he stepped out of his corpse.

If he knew that Jiang Xiaoyu had killed many high-level monks, he would probably be scared to death!

Among them, they are many times stronger than the so-called Mahayana monks!

In his eyes, these things can only be regarded as tricks.

"Ascendant Palm!"

The Taoist Zhenyang took action, and his palm slapped it like a sky pressing down. The wind and clouds changed color, and the air was like ice and snow at this moment.

At this moment, the world isolated Jiang Xiaoyu!

Jiang Xiaoyu held the back with one hand and watched the scene quietly. The palm fell quickly, but it was slowed down countless times in his eyes.

I have to say that the combat power of the monks in the fusion stage is indeed terrible. According to the level of the Zhenyang Taoist, it is completely equivalent to the combat power of the second level of the Divine Bridge.

Even in another world, he can definitely be considered a great monk.

"Haha, I was so scared that I couldn't get out of my hands."

"It seems that he is a shame. He dares to provoke us. He really doesn't know how to live or die!"

Several monks from Quyangxing laughed out loud.

Seeing that the palm was about to fall, the opponent had no sign of resisting it, which means that the competition was decided.

There is no possibility of counterattacking in such a situation!

The old man in Penglai frowned, and he had no idea what the young man was thinking.

Even if he had to face it with caution, the other party seemed to care nothing.

"snort!"

Taoist Zhenyang snorted coldly. The other party was so arrogant and didn't take himself seriously at all!

Since you are so confident, then be prepared to pay the price of death!

At this moment, Jiang Xiaoyu finally moved. He stretched out his right hand, opened his index finger slightly, and a little golden light shot out quickly, breaking through the palm that looked like the sky.

boom!

In this collision, the atmosphere was aroused, rolling up countless air waves, and the restrictions on the entire Penglai Island were shaking.

The waves roll, the storm rolls up the sea water, and takes shape rapidly.

At this moment, the entire Penglai Island was surrounded by eight tornadoes.

"Let's get higher!"

Jiang Xiaoyu said, and rushed to a higher altitude.

When fighting here, the entire Penglai Island was swept away. The level of both was too high and it was easy to affect the people here.

The Taoist Zhenyang did not say anything and followed closely behind.

The two of them stopped after rising for about eight thousand meters.

Some Nascent Soul monks used divine thoughts to detect and observe this battle.

However, the spiritual consciousness of the Ningdan monk was obviously too weak to reach such a distance.

"That finger just now was too strong, and it actually dissolved that surging palm!" The Earth Nascent Soul Cultivator sighed.

The monk from Qu Yangxing expressed dissatisfaction. Yang Jie stood up and said coldly: "My lord has not done his best. What's the point of boasting about this! When the battle results come out, you will definitely know what despair is."

"You!" Everyone was angry, but it was not easy to refute too much.

The palm just now was very terrible, but even so, the other party was still reserved, which was really too terrible.

They began to worry about Jiang Xiaoyu, not knowing whether they could win the battle.

Jiang Xiaoyu stood high in the sky, and the scenery below was covered by clouds. He looked at Taoist Zhenyang and slowly spoke: "I advise you to do your best, otherwise, you may not have a chance to take action."

Taoist Zhenyang raised his sword eyebrows, then looked at the other party with his eyes narrowed.

He only used 40% of the force of the palm just now, but he only took a test, but was resolved by the other party Feng Qingyundan.

"Okay! You deserve my full strength!"

The body of Zhenyang Taoist moved and turned into afterimages.

He had obtained ancient heritage and his combat power was all over his palms. He kept slapping Jiang Xiaoyu, one palm stronger than the other.

"This is just like a little!" Jiang Xiaoyu chuckled.

The one hundred and eight acupoints in his body shine. This is a real battle after he comes back!

God Emperor Fist!

As soon as he took action, he was able to see this peerless magical power. These magical powers were sealed on his body and had become part of his body. Even the system could not be separated.

It has not been able to use it before, because my own cultivation has not been restored.

The Emperor's fist flashed and the golden light bloomed, rendering the entire sky.

boom!

"Um?"

The Taoist Zhenyang shook his arms, and the strong force was transmitted to his body, and he felt a pain all over his body.

I was secretly shocked, but I didn't expect this young man to be so strong!

At this moment, he no longer hid, and did his best, using twelve points of strength to resist the opponent's attack!

"With all your strength, we will meet the combat power of the peak of the third level of the Shenqiao Heavenly Mountain." Jiang Xiaoyu had already made an estimate in his heart.

The highest combat power of a monk in the early stage of fusion is the peak of the third level of the Divine Bridge.

However, some powerful early stage monks of the fusion should be stronger! After all, there are exceptions to the same level in any kind of place.

"It's almost time to end the battle."

His battle was for the Jiuzhou Ding, hoping to benefit the monks on Earth, after all, he was also a native.

The second is to detect the exact strength of this practice system. After all, I have never fought and can't tell anything.

Now that they have almost touched it, Jiang Xiaoyu decided not to waste time.

The God Emperor's Fist shines on the sky, blooming endless divine power, directly submerging the opponent's whole body, and punching him tightly on the opponent's body.

Bang!

Everyone saw a black shadow falling from a high altitude and finally falling into the sea. The Nascent Soul cultivator was stunned.

But the cultivators in the Dan Condensation Stage couldn't tell who they were because they were too fast!

"The monk in the fusion stage, but that's it!"

Above the Nine Heavens, Jiang Xiaoyu's voice rolled like thunder, conveying to the ears of everyone on Penglai Island.

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Chapter completed!