The storm of the power of heaven and earth has formed. Even if Zhang Yao leaves, the storm of power of heaven and earth will not disappear immediately.
The Pengyu sword merged into the storm, and Zhang Yao came out with his bare hands.
The storm of power of heaven and earth restrained the embryonic form of the two golden elixirs. Zhang Yao took a step forward, crossed several feet, and instantly arrived in front of Di Mozi, punching out.
"snort!"
Di Mozi snorted coldly. After a sixth-grade monk opens the veins of heaven and earth, his body and blood are constantly refined by the power of heaven and earth, making him more powerful than when nourished by spiritual energy. What's more, the Earth Demon Sect also has powerful body refining techniques. And he has already stepped into it.
Halfway into the Golden Core realm, Zhang Yao is still at the peak of the sixth level.
"You also take a punch from me." Di Mozi's eyes burst out with confidence and pride, and he punched Zhang Yao.
A playful smile flashed across Zhang Yao's lips, even the alchemy monk would perish if he got close to him.
Di Mozi is only halfway to the golden elixir realm, but he chooses to confront him head-on. He is really looking for death!
Now that Di Mozi has arrived, Zhang Yao will not be polite to him.
boom!
puff!
The fists collided, and an earth-shaking loud noise broke out, deafening.
The violent energy blew away, and Zhang Yao stood there, motionless, his white robe making a hunting sound.
An unmatched force surged from Zhang Yao's fist. Di Mozi was shaken all over, his internal organs seemed to be displaced, and his face flushed.
With just one punch, Di Mozi was injured, his body was shaken, and his energy and blood were blocked.
Before Di Mozi could take a breath, Zhang Yao punched him again.
Di Mozi's expression changed slightly. The two of them were close at hand. Zhang Yao's punches were extremely fast. If he dodged, he would only suffer more serious injuries.
At this time, Di Mozi could only continue to confront Zhang Yao head-on.
boom!
Another hard punch, Zhang Yao remained calm, but Di Mozi was shocked all over, his face turned purple, and he felt regret in his heart, he should not have had a head-on confrontation with Zhang Yao.
Di Mozi used the strength of his fists to take the opportunity to retreat, but Zhang Yao followed him like a shadow, and the two always kept a close distance.
"Mo Yao, come and die!" The fierce demon attacked Zhang Yao.
"As long as he blocks one more punch, Xiu Mozi rushes over, and he and Xiu Mozi can join forces to besiege him." Di Mozi thought in his heart.
"Get out of here." Zhang Yao sneered in his heart. If he hadn't been afraid of the eighth- and ninth-grade monks in the demon world, he would have killed Earth Demon with one punch.
"I dare say no...poof!" The fists collided, and when he was about to say the word "shame", Di Mozi's expression suddenly changed. The power in Zhang Yao's fist was stronger than before. The previous punch strength, Di Mozi's
Mozi could still withstand it, but the power of this punch had exceeded Di Mozi's endurance limit.
"ah!"
Di Mozi's arm was instantly broken into several pieces and he screamed in pain.
The unparalleled punch force continued to wreak havoc. Di Mozi was shaken all over and his footing was unstable. He was thrown away by Zhang Yao's punch and rolled in the air and fell to the competition platform.
Boom!
Dimozi fell under the competition platform, and the ground was cracked and dented. Dimozi was lying in the big pit, with blood pouring out of the corner of his mouth.
"hiss!"
The Demon Sect monks who were watching the battle took a deep breath. Fortunately, they had retreated in time, otherwise they would have been seriously injured by the demons.
Di Mozi was lying in the big pit, unable to get up, and his face was ugly. He wanted to punch Zhang Yao with one more punch, and then he and Xi Mozi could besiege Zhang Yao.
But Di Mozi didn't expect that Zhang Yao's punches were harder than the last. He couldn't survive three punches in Zhang Yao's hands!
Before the evil demon could reach him, he was punched by Zhang Yao and knocked off the platform. Just as Zhang Yao said, he rolled off the platform.
Ji Mozi came up behind Zhang Yao. Zhang Yao didn't even look at him, he just rounded his arms and punched behind him with his backhand.
Xiu Mozi glanced at his fist and instantly predicted where it would land. He sneered in his heart. Zhang Yao's punch could not hit anyone at all.
But the next moment, Ji Mozi suddenly heard a strange sound, and the top of his head suddenly darkened, as if a Tengu eclipse suddenly occurred.
Ji Mozi rolled his eyes upward and saw a scene that frightened him.
There was a sudden crackling sound on Zhang Yao's arms and fists. His flesh, flesh, and muscles swelled, and his fists instantly enlarged, like a big seal.
The seal fist smashed down on the head, with unparalleled ferocity, fierceness and desperate momentum, and unparalleled momentum.
Ji Mozi quickly took out a dagger from his sleeve, held it with both hands, and stabbed upward.
"Alchemy weapon." Zhang Yao had turned around at this time and whispered in his heart when he saw the dagger.
Monks below the alchemy level all use spiritual weapons.
After monks enter the alchemy path, they cultivate the power of heaven and earth. Spiritual weapons cannot withstand the power of heaven and earth, so alchemy monks use magical weapons with greater quality and power.
As soon as the dagger comes out, a trace of Danwei is released. This is the power of the magic weapon itself, not the blessing of human power.
Zhang Yao's fist had not yet fallen, but the skin on his fist felt sharp pain, as if it was about to be torn apart by the sharp edge of the dagger.
He had reached the peak of the sixth level in his martial arts, and his martial body was already perfect, surpassing the same level. However, before the dagger could hit him, he felt sharp pain.
If stabbed, you will be injured.
"What a dagger!" Zhang Yao's eyes lit up and he exclaimed in admiration.
He turned his fist into a palm, turned his big hand over and held it downward, holding the dagger in his hand.
Zizzi!
Zizzi!
The sharp edge of the dagger cut Zhang Yao's palm, the skin cracked and blood flowed, but Zhang Yao didn't care.
"This is a magic weapon, you are really looking for death!" Seeing Zhang Yao actually holding the magic weapon dagger with his bare hands, Xiu Mozi sneered.
"The magic weapon is good, but you are not good at it!" A playful smile flashed across the corner of Zhang Yao's mouth.
This dagger is indeed a powerful alchemy weapon, but the person who uses it is not an alchemy monk and cannot exert the true power of the dagger.
"Arrogant, let me destroy your hand first." Xiu Mozi said, shaking the wrist holding the dagger, bursting with power, and was about to smash Zhang Yao's hand.
"hiss!"
After Xiu Mozi regained his strength, his expression suddenly changed, and the dagger actually didn't move at all.
This dagger is an alchemy magic weapon. Even the best spiritual weapon is like a piece of tofu in front of it, and can only be slaughtered by the dagger.
"This dagger is in your hand. It's like a pearl covered in dust. It's better to give it to me." Zhang Yao made a fist with his other hand and struck at the evil demon son.
Xiu Mozi's expression changed slightly. This dagger was no ordinary magic weapon. Before leaving, the sect master personally gave it to him, asking him to find an opportunity to kill Zhang Yao with the dagger.
The sect master said that when this battle is over, the dagger must be returned.
Fierce Demon is about to enter the Alchemy Way, and he may kill Zhang Yao with this dagger. If it were an ordinary Alchemy Artifact, the sect master would definitely give it to him.
However, the sect leader said that the dagger must be returned, which shows that this dagger is an alchemy magic weapon that even the sect master-level monks are reluctant to part with.
If the dagger was snatched away by Zhang Yao, the sect leader would definitely punish him.
The evil devil then thought about this and held the handle of the dagger firmly, with the aura that he would rather die than let go.
Zhang Yao sneered in his heart, it would be better if Xiu Mozi didn't let go, but let's see how many punches Xiu Mozi can withstand.
At this moment, Zhang Yao suddenly felt a warning sign in his heart.