Meteors collided, the golden light was dazzling, and the Warring States incarnated as a big Buddha, and every move carried great power.

The two fists collided, and the huge roar was deafening; A shock wave spread between the two of them, and then there was boundless air pressure.

Compared with the huge fist of the Warring States, Xuan Ye's fist was undoubtedly small and pitiful, however, at the moment of the encounter, the small fist was like a bamboo, and it completely suppressed the Warring States.

A huge pain came from his right fist, and Sengoku only felt that he had hit a huge mountain, and the power was immeasurable.

With a sideways kick, tearing the atmosphere, Warring States gritted his teeth, his left hand blocked in front of him, and with the collision of flesh, a golden light fell again.

The falling rocks rolled, Sengoku stood up, a trace of blood-red liquid overflowed from his mouth, and the seagull-shaped hat was directly lifted off, looking very embarrassed.

In an instant, Xuan Ye appeared in front of the Warring States, stretched out his foot back, and then the entire ground exploded, kicking directly into the chest of the Warring States, and the whistling air pressure directly made the Warring States' eyelids jump.

"The impact of the Buddha."

At the moment of emergency, the Warring States crossed his palm and attacked the right foot of Xuan Ye, forming a powerful shock wave, pouring out over the river and the sea.

Time stopped, huge ripples meander, the entire ground collapsed in a second, Sengoku gritted his teeth, and the figure flew out upside down again, along the way, smashed through several buildings, and finally lay at the end of the ravine.

The debris splashed all over the sky, and the Warring States hurriedly got up, coughing constantly in his mouth, and the bright red liquid stained the collar red.

And Xuan Ye, the figure slowly hung in the air, looking at the Warring States with an indifferent face, and his eyes were all looking down.

"This guy's strength has become stronger again."

Wiping the blood from his mouth, the eyes of the Warring States were a little gloomy, because compared to the time when he was in the top war, this guy's strength has increased again; If he was able to fight at that time, then now, he only has the power to parry.

"Sengoku, you're old."

The ghostly voice remembered that the Warring States saw and heard the color spread with all their might, and they didn't even think about it, so they lay directly on the ground, and the next moment, a sonic boom occurred above their heads, and then it was endless, and behind the Warring States, it directly turned into a plain.

One kick directly made countless buildings disappear, leaving behind only the smoke and ravines in the sky.

However, Sengoku was not without resistance, clenching his fists, the green tendons on his arms were winding, and a huge energy surrounded, facing Xuan Ye, blasting over.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down, Xuan Ye swept it with one foot, and then the Warring States made a move, but at this moment, Xuan Ye pressed down with both hands and directly withstood the attack of the Warring States.

The huge strength made Xuan Ye's body soar up, and Sengoku, the whole body sank into the ground, and around, endless cracks tore and turned into a big pit.

The flames burned, the ground melted directly, and suddenly, a strong will crushed down, Sengoku changed his complexion, felt as if his body was in a pool of water, his pupils shrank, and a barbed spear splashed, making Sengoku feel the danger of death.

The terrifying explosion, the smoke billowed out, the Warring States snorted, and on the chest, a wound of flesh turned out.

"Cupola."

The magma exploded, and the Warring States disappeared to the ground, instantly appearing in the sky under Xuan Ye, like an angry King Kong, and his right hand condensed a terrifying shock wave, facing Xuan Ye, blasting over.

With a turn of his eyes, the golden red flame boiled, Xuan Ye raised his right foot and stepped down suddenly, visible to the naked eye, the atmosphere wailed, and a vacuum was formed between the two, and a halo quickly radiated through, setting off boundless waves.

"Thousand-Handed Buddha's Wrath."

The Buddha's light soared into the sky, and the terrifying aura spread from the Warring States, and in an instant, countless hands seemed to appear behind the Warring States, densely packed, suppressing the past in all aspects of Xuan Ye.

The huge power was overwhelming, Xuan Ye's eyes were cold, the whole sky was red, and countless swords, guns, swords, and halberds fell, turning into a torrent of weapons.

The strangulation continued, the Warring States roared, and the thousand hands in his hands were like sharp cones, constantly hitting the swords, guns, swords, and halberds, and appeared in front of Xuan Ye in the blink of an eye.

"Die!"

All the arms were closed, and a huge golden shock shook the space, and the Warring States looked at Xuan Ye fiercely, using all his strength, wanting to kill the man in front of him in one fell swoop.

The hair was flying, Xuan Ye raised his head slightly, clenched his fists, the whole arm was bruised and bulging, and the blood vessels were constantly winding like earthworms, just in the blink of an eye, the flames that rushed to the sky were condensed.

The wind was galloping, the whole sky darkened, and a huge dull explosion, like a thunderbolt, swayed a boundless impact, separating the dark clouds above the two, the earth under their feet collapsed, and even the sea set off endless waves.

Flesh and blood splashed, Xuan Ye's entire right arm cracked, and wounds of different sizes were densely presented.

However, the most terrifying thing is that in just a short period of time, Xuan Ye's right hand has automatically stopped bleeding, and it is visible to the naked eye that the broken wound has also begun to heal.

As if he couldn't feel the pain, Xuan Ye raised his right hand, and he could even see the blood-red white bones inside.

And the Warring States was even more unbearable, and was directly dispersed by the power of Xuan Ye, and even the thousand hands behind him collapsed, and in the somewhat blue and black mouth, there was a big mouthful of blood.

Flying out, the Warring States stepped on the moon with difficulty, and staggered in mid-air.

At this moment, the entire atmosphere formed a shock, and Xuan Ye rushed towards the Warring States again.

The huge crisis changed the color of the sky, and the Warring States gritted their bloody teeth and disappeared in place.

Suddenly, in the air, a huge roar sounded again, and the brilliance was chaotic and shocking.

Basically, the Warring States only had the power to parry, and in the face of Xuan Ye's crazy attack, the scars on his body had become more and more, and the originally extremely strong aura had also begun to be compromised.

And what troubled Sengoku the most was the temperature of the burning and the impact of the overlord color.

These two things made the armed color of the Warring States accelerate the consumption, and the impact of the overlord color continued to suppress the minds of the Warring States, resulting in the Warring States not being able to exert their full strength at all.

It is conceivable that Xuan Ye's overlord color has reached such a point that even a strong person like the Warring States has been affected.

"Ahh

Suddenly, the sky resounded with the screams of the Warring States, accompanied by the flying blood, and an arm fell down so conspicuously.

The figure shifted, Xuan Ye forcibly tore off the left hand of the Warring States, and kicked on the chest of the Warring States, for a while, the whole sky wailed, the Warring States turned pale, and his eyes turned into meteorites and slammed on the ground.

The smoke of gunpowder in the sky exploded in an instant, the entire coastline exploded, and countless hills towered and turned into majestic canyons.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, in a large gravel pit, the Warring States returned to their original body, their left arm was broken at the shoulder, and the irregular flesh and bone residue could be clearly seen.

The blood, which had already wet the ground, and the collapsed chest made every breath of Sengoku feel like it had been scraped by a knife, stabbing the soul.

Standing in the air, looking at Sengoku like a dead dog, Xuan Ye's eyes were indifferent, and a spear appeared in his hand, because he wanted to completely solve Sengoku.

In an instant, the danger of death once again spread all over Sengoku's body, making his hair stand on end and fall into despair.

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