The Rusty Avenue contains the Rusty Avenue, not a certain part of the field overlapping, but a complete subordination, so what the Rusty Avenue can do, the Rusty Avenue can do, and even the effect is better.

The steel troll's body characteristics are obvious, and it is clear what he is good at and what he is not good at, and because of the particularity of his physique, the Rusty Avenue can almost be said to be its nemesis, even if it has the defense ability of water and fire and invulnerable, and the divine soldiers are difficult to injure, once it encounters the Rusty Avenue, it is like a mouse encountering a cat, and it is so fragile that it is vulnerable.

At this time, the purple-shirted young man endured the pain and successfully used his mana, and the previously cracked stone block turned into a puff of yellow smoke, and then the original eight Xuanhuang handprints merged into one, turning into an even larger palm, and quickly slapped towards the steel troll.

Under this palm, like Mount Tai pressing the eggs, the cyclone was soaring, the wind was rushing rapidly, and the strong strength first imprisoned the nearby space, making the gravity increase a hundred times at once.

The phantom of the Iron Troll suddenly dissipated, and the blood attached to his body had nothing to rely on, and he fell into the air, bearing the weight of the Xuanhuang Great Mudra alone.

The blood quickly condensed and formed, changing into Luo San's body, only to see him open his arms and punch the sky with a simple and unpretentious punch, the punch was condensed, silent, and returned to the basics, as if even the air had become muddy.

This hand is the move in "Shennong's Three Fists", Luo Sanyun makes the fist fist hit head-on, the action seems to be as slow and weak as Taijiquan, but if you look closely, you will not feel like it, its fist road is like the clouds and mist in the valley as changeable, the way to the road is round and flawless, and it is alive to withstand the Xuanhuang big mudra, so that it can not fall.

The purple-shirted young man's face changed slightly, the Xuanhuang Great Mudra was a dignified level exercise, and he cultivated it to the fullest, which was a height that the original head had never reached, and at the same time, with the power of Tude Dao, its power was no less than that of a mountain range falling in the air, and it was not a problem to break the mountain and crack the ground.

He was confident that even if he fought one-on-one with the master, he could slap him to death with a face-to-face palm, but now he was actually being resisted by the opponent with an inconspicuous fist, even if he repeatedly urged his true qi to enhance the power of the Xuanhuang Great Mudra, it would be useless, at most he shook a few times.

"How can this be? Seeing his strange figure, it is clearly the path of blood path cultivation, why can he fight like a martial cultivator now? Even if his physical body can bear this huge force, the ground under his feet should be crushed. The young man in the purple shirt was extremely puzzled in his heart, and he didn't know the reason.

It's not that he is clumsy, but that Shennong's three fists are unpretentious, introverted, and ingenious, and the subtlety of it is that those martial arts seniors who are well-versed in the world of martial arts are also easy to look away, not to mention monks like the purple-shirted young man who was born in a small sect and his vision was limited.

Holding the Xuanhuang big mudra with both hands, Luo San runs the subtlety of Shennong's fist intent, between a breath and an inhale, the surrounding air flow is like a tsunami surging and rushing, as if swallowing the world, although the earth he stands on has not collapsed, but it shakes with his breathing, and it seems to be overturning and collapsing at any time.

Originally, with Luo San's blood spirit physique, it was not suitable for using martial arts moves, but the wonder of "Shennong's Three Fists" is that "there is no class in teaching", anyone can cultivate with any talent, maybe whether it can be completed in the end depends on personal talent, but it is not difficult to reach the level of getting started, no matter who can do it through hard work.

Although Luo San has not practiced Shennong's three fists, he has the same memory as the main body Luo Feng, sharing martial arts experience, and he was still a little rusty at the beginning, but with the carrying of strength, gradually, his breathing became calm and slow, and with the fluctuations of the fist strength, from the previous exhalation and inhalation were almost earth-shattering, to the later almost inaudible, and finally the movement of the strength was lost.

Luo San's body loosened with the erection of the fist, the fist intent evolved into the style of the mountains and forests, and a round of misty glow rushed outward, and then returned to the body in a cycle, constantly circulating and communicating with the vitality of the outside world, and there was more early morning dew, and the magnificent golden light gradually appeared in the moonlight, gradually forming a soft and brilliant golden light, which was as vigorous as the rising sun rising out of the horizon, containing infinite life and warm current, becoming more and more vigorous and magnificent.

With the scene of the rising sun, the golden brilliance on Luo San's body became more and more majestic, overwhelming, faintly exuding a scorching heat like the sun, like the rejuvenation of the earth.

Even if the purple-shirted young man couldn't understand the mystery of boxing, he knew that the situation was unfavorable to him, so he immediately raised his hand, and a green needle shot out of the air, but it was a needle-shaped magic weapon that specifically broke people's internal force.

But Luo San didn't even look at it, and let these needles pierce his body, only to see a burst of blood and qi surging, and in the blink of an eye, the flying needle magic weapon was corroded into iron slag.

Ten thousand filthy and filthy blood are the magic weapon that destroys the spirit, corrupts the body, and even if the body encounters it, it is not worth mentioning to Luo San, and the essence of his blood spirit body is ten thousand filthy and filthy blood.

"As I said, you may have a little talent and lofty ideals, but you don't have the corresponding vision, and in the end you are just a frog at the bottom of a well. If you've played enough, I won't play with you, let this farce end. ”

Luo San's fists were closed, and his strength was vigorous, and in an instant, it was like a burst of firelight that exploded into the sky, and the blazing fireworks swayed wildly, rushing straight up like a volcanic eruption, bombarding the Xuanhuang big handprint, stirring up countless golden sparks.

The Xuanhuang Great Mudra was affected by this and raised it slightly upward, but then it felt that there was no force to support it upwards below, and it immediately fell heavily.

"It's useless, even if you swing away the Xuanhuang big handprint, the effect of imprisoning the space still exists, you can't escape!"

However, just this moment gave Luo San a chance to change his moves, he summoned with one hand, collected his own blood and condensed it into a sword, the bright red sword blade swirled slightly, and a bleak rhythm was played in the cry.

"Sick Sword Lament!"

The sword roared into his ears, and the purple-shirted young man suddenly felt that his breath was stagnant, his whole body was weak and weak, and all his strength disappeared out of thin air, as if he was seriously ill, and his spirit was sluggish, but he was invaded by the sword intent of the disaster, and the momentary loss of consciousness also made the Xuanhuang Great Mudra imprison the space, and the effect of multiplying gravity disappeared.

Seizing the fleeting flaw, Luo San turned into a bloody escape, dodged the Xuanhuang handprint that Shen Xiong fell, and dodged and rushed straight to the opponent.

At this moment, the purple-shirted young man finally understood the difference in strength between each other, and no longer had the idea of killing each other, he was also a decisive person, so he made a decision immediately, shook his hand and sacrificed a silkworm silk web, and went to the mask, not seeking to trap Luo San, but only to hinder him for a moment.

Immediately after, he sacrificed magic weapons one after another, all of which were from the savings of the sect, and he didn't feel distressed at all, and used continuous attacks to block Luo San's advance, and then he summoned a two-horse bronze chariot, turned over, and ran away regardless of Qiē - compared to being captured on the spot, life and death are involuntarily, and the secret exposure is nothing.

But when it came to this point, how could Luo San let the prey slip away from his mouth, and with a swing of the blood-colored long sword, he used the second type of calamity sword technique.

"The plague sword is drifting away!"

Suddenly, the sword intent evolved into a desolate illusion, the sky was barren and the earth was barren, and there were countless starvations, the five senses of the purple-shirted young man were robbed, and he could no longer perceive a single qiē of the outside world, and his spiritual sense also fell into nothingness, unable to control the magic weapon, even if he knew that as long as he had a command, he could urge the two horse bronze cars to run away with him, but he couldn't contact him, and he lost his sense of the magic weapon.

Luo Feng can block the attack with a sword technique without dead ends, even if he is taken away from his six senses, it will have no effect, but not everyone can do it.

When the effect of the calamity sword intent dissipated, the five senses were restored, and the consciousness returned to the physical body, the purple-shirted young man suddenly found that he had been caught by his opponent, and a bloody hand grabbed his neck, and with a slight urge, his head could be twisted off.

"This plague sword technique is really useful, it is simply tailor-made for me. Luo San couldn't help but sigh.

Although he shares martial arts experience, the Phoenix Dragon Sword Technique needs to rely on the Yin and Yang True Qi to exert its true power, and he only has the Blood Yuan True Qi on his body, but it is unattainable, and the Eight Extremes Sword Technique uses the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to make moves, and does not rely on the true qi of the sword maker itself, but this set of swordsmanship needs to be combined with the Yi Dao Sword to exert all its power, so it is restricted.

Only the Calamity Sword Technique learned from the Sick Heavenly King only has requirements for sword intent, and the Dao of Disease is contained by the Dao of Filth, so it can be used perfectly, and the sword moves are urged by the true qi of the blood element, which can also produce some new changes, making the sword moves more corrosive, and adding a terrifying scene of rivers of blood to the illusion of the evolution of the sword intent.

"You've won, do it. ”

After becoming the king and defeating the king, the purple-shirted young man simply gave up resistance and closed his eyes.

However, death did not come for a long time, and there was no torture, on the contrary, the hand that grasped the neck loosened its strength.

The purple-shirted young man opened his eyes with doubts, and was surprised to find that Luo San had actually let him go, he was completely confused.

Could it be that he wants to capture and indulge? This idea was denied as soon as it came out, because the other party really didn't have the need to do this, and even if he didn't want to say it, the other party could directly search for the soul, just like he did with Senior Brother Zhang.

"Why?"

Luo San spread his hands and said: "I said it, I'm just a passerby, as long as you don't do it to me, I won't embarrass you, but it's a pity that you didn't believe it and chose the worst path." Alas, in these years, the world is hot and cold, and the most basic trust between people is gone. ”

"Are you really going to let me go?"

The young man in the purple shirt couldn't believe it, but the facts were in front of him, and he couldn't help but not believe it.

"If you like to go, I won't bother to stop you. Luo San waved his hand, looking uninterested.

I couldn't guess the other party's thoughts at all, but the way to live was in front of him, and the purple-shirted young man was no longer polite, carefully urged the spell, and left with the wind.

In the process, Luo San really didn't make a move to stop him, and let him pass guò.

At this moment, the young man in purple shirt really believed Luo San's words-

Then he was blocked by a group of people.

Luo Feng, Su Mei, Huang Quan, Tu Bailing, Duanmu Zheng, and Si Jingji arrived just in time to surround the purple-shirted youth.

"You lied to me!"

The young man in the purple shirt still didn't understand what was going on, it was obvious that the other party had calculated the time.

He immediately turned his head angrily, and saw Luo San's unwelcome expression, and his eyes were like looking at a fool: "You even believe the words of the enemy, now you should admit that you are a fool." ”