Chapter 1125: The Holy Son of the Yaoguang Sword Palace

"Coincidentally, that's what I thought!"

Zheng Qian laughed loudly, the attack in his hand became more and more violent, and Fang Tian's painting halberd continued to burst out with powerful attacks, crushing towards the palace holy feather.

Under the impact of this violent energy, deep ravines were bombarded out of the ground.

"Bang!"

"Bang dang!"

"Boom!"

That palace holy feather can become the holy son of the Yaoguang Sword Palace, but with real strength, it will naturally not be weak.

His figure retreated violently, and a purple gold folding fan in his hand waved rapidly, instantly neutralizing Zheng Qian's attack.

"Only six grades of cultivation, dare to be presumptuous in front of me, today, I will behead you!" Gong Shengyu sneered, defusing Zheng Gan's last attack, his body changed, and on the folding fan in his hand, a layer of rich purple gold aura suddenly rose.

"Purple Qi is coming from the east!"

With a deep shout, in an instant, the purple qi on the purple gold folding fan turned into a purple gold dragon, raising its head and roaring, and rushed towards Zheng Qian, with terrifying power.

"Boom!"

The huge dragon claws of the purple gold dragon grabbed towards Zheng Qian.

Zheng Qian hurriedly dodged, and at that moment, a tree the thickness of an adult's waist pole was instantly crushed and sawy, and sawdust flew.

Zheng Qian's eyes were full of fighting intent, the flames were monstrous, and he laughed, "Let's fight hard today, so that I can see, how many catties and taels are you, the holy son of the Yaoguang Sword Palace!"

He let out a deep sigh, and the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand drew a ray of essence and slashed fiercely at the body of the purple gold dragon.

"Boom!"

A low explosion exploded, and the purple gold dragon was instantly torn apart.

"If you only have such a little strength, then everything should be over!" Gong Shengyu watched his attack being crushed by Zheng Qian, and the corners of his mouth actually lifted a faint smile, and he muttered in his mouth.

"Purple Sword Rain!"

With his clear drink, the originally shattered dragon phantom quickly turned into countless sharp swords at this moment, the cold light flickered, and then quickly sprayed towards Zheng Gan, such a close distance, Mo said that Zheng Qian was only a sixth-grade cultivator, even if it was a seventh-grade cultivator, it was impossible to dodge.

A faint smile appeared on the face of that palace holy feather, and he was very satisfied with his arrangement.

What kind of bullshit Zheng Qian, the three brothers of the Fan family who actually beat one died, one injured and one escaped, I saw it today, but so, I can't even take my two tricks, it's just garbage!

However, what he didn't expect was that his two moves were only for ordinary seven-grade cultivators, and Zheng Qian did not belong to this list.

When he shattered the dragon phantom, he was already keenly aware of the danger, and at the same time, his barefoot magic skill had been used to the extreme, and it exploded directly almost instantly.

At that moment, a full ninety-nine eighty-one golden leg shadows suddenly spread out in that space.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

Every time Zheng Qian's leg shadow exploded, there were patches of purple light sword rain turned into powder, and a full eighty-one leg shadows were bombarded, and the purple light sword rain in the sky had completely disappeared at this moment.

After doing this, Zheng Qian did not hesitate at all, at this moment, he only had one thought.

That's it—war!

"Burning Flames!"

Zheng Qian muttered in his mouth, his hands were sealed, and the next moment, above his body, circles of crimson flames surged up all of a sudden, and they quickly surrounded the palace holy feather.

The latter wanted to escape, but Zheng Qian had already calculated it, and directly transformed a fire dragon to cut off Gong Shengyu's retreat.

This flame burns the sky, but Zheng Gan has comprehended the moves after cultivating 'Yan', originally he has learned all the samadhi true fire, this power is already very huge, but now, under the addition of 'Yan', the power is even more powerful than in the past.

This is like, the samadhi true fire is a bullet, Zheng Qian directly broke out the samadhi real fire before, that is, he used a slingshot to shoot this bullet, although the power is there, but it is extremely limited, but now, with the addition of this pistol of 'Yan', the samadhi real fire can be regarded as fully exerting its essential power.

"Boom!"

The flames were monstrous, and even the space was directly distorted under this terrifying temperature, and the surrounding trees quickly turned to ashes, and Gong Shengyu, who was wrapped in it, frowned, and his face was not as relaxed as before, "Sure enough, I still have some ability, but this should be all your hole cards, the power is good, but it won't kill me!"

Gong Shengyu muttered softly, and with a flip of his palm, the original purple gold folding fan turned into a purple gold long sword in an instant at this moment.

In that palace, the palm seal of the holy feather changed, and the purple gold long sword spun rapidly, and the purple essence in circles continued to flicker, and then slowly expanded, forming a purple light energy cover, enveloping his entire person.

No matter how the flames outside changed, they couldn't break through the energy shield.

"Hiding?"

Zheng Qian's pupils shrank, and he immediately grinned, "What I'm waiting for is now!"

He let out a loud shout, his fist was fierce, and the originally surging flame turned into a huge flame fist at this moment, smashing down from the sky and slamming into the energy shield.

"Dang!"

There was a crisp sound of collision, and the purple light energy shield did not shatter, but the ground collapsed, and the purple light energy shield hid inside with Gong Shengyu, slowly moving towards the ground.

"Dangdang!"

"Dangdang!"

Zheng Qian was really not polite at all, and nine punches erupted in a row, directly impacting the light mask completely into the ground.

"Unexpectedly, your turtle shell is really hard enough, it seems that you won't come out without some means!"

Zheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and as soon as his mind moved, he directly controlled the surging Samadhi True Fire into a spiral, rotating at high speed, and slammed towards the light mask.

"Boom!"

Originally, the crack on the light mask had been bombarded by Zheng Qian, and then under this spiral attack, it shattered in an instant.

An extremely embarrassed figure sprang out.

"Want to go, it's too late!"

Zheng Qian laughed loudly, after this actual battle, his heart can be said to be extremely happy, and he can fully prove that this complete version of the barefoot divine skill is extremely powerful, and the samadhi true fire that has been added by 'Yan' is also not to be underestimated.

His body changed, and his body made a strange gesture, and he directly punched the embarrassed figure in the chest.

"Return to the One Fist Sutra!"

Zheng Qian let out a low snort, and the strength of his whole body was poured into his fist, which exploded directly, and the clothes on the back of Gong Shengyu's chest exploded directly, and a mouthful of blood also spurted out violently.

His heart was full of unwillingness, his body flew out upside down, fell to the ground, his hair was scattered, his eyes were red, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he shouted, "Impossible, how could I lose, impossible ......"

"Nothing is impossible!" Zheng Qian took a step forward, and with a wave of his palm, Fang Tian's halberd suddenly crossed the neck of the palace holy feather, and then said softly, "I send you a famous advertising slogan in our world: everything is possible!"

The moment the words fell, Zheng Gan's arm shook, Fang Tian's halberd was violently withdrawn, and a column of blood gushed out.

Gong Shengyu's head fell to the ground, and he didn't blink an eye!