Nine Hundred and Twelve. A Character that Is Hard to Come by in 10,000 Years!

On the torso of Yan Zhaoge's body, five colors of brilliance flashed, originating from the five internal organs of the body, incarnation of the five gods.

Under the operation of the five elements, the good fortune is endless and the vitality is endless.

It greatly improved his physical defense and recovery power, as if he had turned into a human-shaped Heavenly Seal, and according to Shang Jun, he was just smashing his head and covering his face.

In Shang Jun's hand, the top-grade Holy Weapon Reversing the Universe Ax was supposed to be a sharp weapon, so he was forced to defend passively at this moment.

While fighting, Yan Zhaoge muttered to himself: "The quality of the high-grade holy soldiers refined by the sacrifice itself is not bad."

With a palm strike, Shang Jun's giant white jade ax was almost shocked.

"But apart from the limited strength of a person, can't the use of top-rank holy soldiers be perfect?"

"Although it can exert the power of the holy weapon itself, it cannot enhance each other with the holy weapon. There seems to be a layer of veil between the two."

Yan Zhaoge smiled knowingly: "Success is also a treasure, and failure is also a treasure."

There was an extra thing in his hand, which was long and long, like a short sword, but without the tip of the sword.

The top is flattened, as if broken off, but the port plane is engraved with imprints.

It is the sword seal of time.

Yan Zhaoge struck out with a palm, while suppressing Shang Jun, the time sword in his hand was imprinted on the ax against the universe.

The radiance of the Ni Qiankun Ax suddenly dimmed a lot after being engraved with the formula sealed by the Sword of Time.

The ax blade, which looked like white jade, seemed to be covered with a layer of dust and lost its luster.

The next slap, Shang Jun couldn't resist, the tiger's mouth burst, the white jade giant ax was shaken out of his hand, and flew out.

Yan Zhaoge looked at Shang Jun, and shook his head slightly: "Seeing Yang Chong, I still can't believe it, after all, he is also at the sixth level of martial arts, and he has practiced martial arts for many years, so it is true that he has never thought about the problems of practicing at home. is it serious?"

"Now that I see you with a higher cultivation base, I seem to understand a little bit."

"The precious light of wish power in your body not only affects your qi and martial arts training, but also subtly influences your concepts and thoughts."

"Everything is gradually engraved in the depths of the soul, and it becomes instinct and common sense that we take for granted, and we don't think about questioning and opposing."

Yan Zhaoge smacked his lips: "However, the closer you are to the Dao, the more true it is. Logically speaking, if you reach a certain level of cultivation, you will still notice it, right? It's just that you still can't feel it at your current level."

"So, how high does it take to realize the problem?"

Yan Zhaoge looked Shang Jun up and down, Shang Jun's face was livid: "Evil demons and heretics, even if they are rampant for a while, after a hundred thousand years, let's see what you do."

He made a wrong step, stepped on it twelve times in a row, and ripples bloomed in the void, as if he was riding a cloud, and the whole person flew back.

The Earthly Branch Rain-covering Hand of the Cloud Miao Xingzong is called "Hand", but it actually has both palm and body skills.

Twelve steps in a row, almost capable of moving the void.

But Shang Jun didn't dare to continue to compete with Yan Zhaoge, and wanted to get away and run away.

Just far away, there are ten martial saints in his fairy court, the strongest in the world's supreme realm.

As long as he can escape, he will be safe immediately.

But how could Yan Zhaoge let him escape?

He squeezed a sword formula with his left hand, and pointed at the time sword seal with his right hand.

Yan Zhaoge's whole body became one with Jian Guang, as if he had turned into a river of time, and quickly chased after Shang Jun.

Time was rushing forward, and the flow of time in the void around Yan Zhaoge seemed to speed up suddenly.

His speed also seems to have suddenly increased by a bit. For Shang Jun, it took a few breaths to move the distance, but Yan Zhaoge suddenly caught up in a breath.

Shang Jun was forced to look anxious, turned around and slashed at Yan Zhaoge with his palm.

Yan Zhaoge's sword light dispersed, avoiding Shang Jun's palm.

He punched out with one punch, and chaos loomed between light and darkness.

The next moment, chaos converges, and light and darkness continue to transform.

The boundless darkness receded, turning into boundless light.

In the light, the twelve heavenly wheels rotate in the void, like twelve radiant gods, illuminating the endless void.

Next, the light is shattered, the Liangyi is gone, and the universe is shattered!

The Great Brightness Fist, which hides the mystery of the Wuji Heavenly Book,

A fierce blow hit Shang Jun's heart!

The ten shining runes around Shang Jun's body rotate together, all of which are protected by true essence.

Amidst the roar, all ten runes were shattered, and Shang Jun spat out a mouthful of blood.

Singer Yanzhao kept hitting, his fist rested on Shang Jun's chest, and he exerted his strength again!

The next moment, Shang Jun's chest was completely pierced by Yan Zhaoge's punch!

Shang Jun's eyes widened, he stared at Yan Zhaoge, unwilling to die.

At this moment, Shang Jun, who was always full of confidence and sense of superiority in his own orthodoxy, had some doubts for the first time.

He, a Xianqiao powerhouse at the eighth level of a martial sage, died one-on-one at the hands of a martial sage?

Fu Ting watched from the side, and suddenly said softly: "You don't have to be so unwilling, I am an authentic descendant of the Sanqing sect, and I am afraid that there may not be one person like him in thousands of years."

She originally planned to join forces with Yan Zhaoge to attack.

Having fought Yan Zhaoge for a short time, Fu Ting, who had a general understanding of Yan Zhaoge's strength, was not worried that Yan Zhaoge would be no match for Shang Jun.

But the difficulty of being able to defeat an enemy is completely different from being able to kill an enemy.

Even if it is the inheritance of Xianting, a Xianqiao Martial Saint who is in the eighth level of Martial Saints does not want to fight to the death, but wants to escape. At least Fu Ting is not sure that he can keep the other party.

But after watching the whole battle, Fu Ting fell silent.

She has always been the proud daughter of the heavens. She grew up in a place like the upper world. Since her debut, she has never lost a single opponent in the same realm or the same age.

A genius among geniuses like Feng Huangzi Zhuang Zhaohui, if he is still at the sixth level of martial saint, Fu Ting, who is at the fifth level of martial saint, would not be afraid of him.

Even Fu Ting's own father, the Great Emperor Splendid who has crossed the barrier between humans and immortals, whether he can beat her in the same realm as a martial sage in the past is unknown.

Fu Ting, who grew up in this kind of environment, has really suffered a bit of shock today.

She is not arrogant and ignorant, and there are not no people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with her.

Bi Youtian's Gao Qing is not weak in talent and strength.

But the sudden appearance of a person who was completely above her still made her extremely uneasy.

This unprecedented experience made Fu Ting feel strange, even a little bit at a loss.

However, she was extremely determined, and quickly calmed down the turbulent emotions.

Looking at Shang Jun who was unwilling, Fu Ting shook her head slightly and couldn't help but say that sentence.

That was actually her most intuitive thought at the moment.

When Shang Jun heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

I wanted to speak, but in the end I lost my breath and died.

Yan Zhaoge acted nonchalantly, and said with a smile: "Miss Fu won the award. After a long time, there are many geniuses, and Yan is just one of the ordinary people who are groping forward on the road of martial arts."

Fu Ting squinted at Yan Zhaoge.

For some reason, the content of the words was obviously very modest, but from Yan Zhaoge's mouth, no matter how she heard it, she felt something was wrong.

This time, together with the complicated feelings in my heart before, gradually faded away.

"You didn't use the martial art of Wuxiang Mojing just now, so you just killed him directly?" Fu Ting asked instead.

Yan Zhaoge shrugged: "It's used, but it's mixed with other martial arts. I didn't pay attention to the Wuxiang Demon Sutra when I practiced it, it's just for this purpose."

Fu Ting looked to the other side: "Perhaps, it doesn't matter if you use it or not."

Yan Zhaoge's gaze was in the same direction as hers.

There, powerful auras staggered, and it was clear that another Immortal Court Supreme came here!

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