"Primordial Immortal-Seeking Palm!!!"
Zixing Beiqi bit his lower lip lightly, and a scream suddenly burst out from his red lips. The sound became clearer and more passionate, like a sharp arrow piercing the sky, piercing straight into the sky.
At this moment, the air around her seemed to be shaken by the sweet shout, causing ripples visible to the naked eye.
In his small palm, Immortal Power seemed like a raging torrent that had been imprisoned for a long time. At this moment, it found an outlet and rolled out.
That Immortal Power presents brilliant colors, intertwined and dazzling, as if it contains endless mysterious power.
This Immortal Power attacked the opponent with overwhelming force.
Wherever he passed, the space seemed to be roughly rubbed by an invisible giant hand, making a "sizzling" sound and showing layers of strange distortions.
The wind roared from his palm, causing the surrounding sand, rocks and dead branches to instantly turn into powder and disappear without a trace.
This palm seemed to carry the majestic power of Hongmeng's first creation, and the momentum of the creation of the world rushed towards him.
The palm print gradually enlarged in the void, carrying an unstoppable majesty, as if it could level everything in the world.
In the opponent's desperate gaze, his body was like a fragile bubble that instantly turned into a blood mist and dissipated into the void without leaving any trace.
Even the splashing blood mist was instantly evaporated under the powerful Immortal Power aftermath, leaving only an empty nothingness.
Zixing's momentum increased again. After killing one person, his body turned as light as a catkin, and his bare hands steadily took the whip.
The whip was made of fine Heavenly Silkworm silk mixed with thousand-year-old cold iron. The whip body shone with a cold luster and was engraved with mysterious runes. As the runes circulated, strands of cold air emitted.
She immediately faced the remaining two opponents with a fearless attitude. At this time, her hair was flying freely in the wind, her eyes revealed a determined killing intent, and her whole body exuded a frightening aura.
When the two men saw their companion die tragically, the confidence in their hearts suddenly shrank like a deflated rubber ball.
Their legs trembled slightly, and large beads of sweat continued to roll down their foreheads, sliding down their cheeks to the ground.
When he took action, he became timid, hesitant, and completely lost his previous ferocity. The weapon in his hand was weak and weak, and his moves were messy and full of flaws.
Under Zixing's violent and violent attack, she was killed on the spot in just a few rounds.
I saw Zixing walking between the two of them like a ghost, with the whip in his hand like a smart snake, accurately hitting the opponent's vital points time and time again.
Every time he cracked the whip, he brought up a strong wind, and there was a crisp "pop" sound in the air, just like the death talisman.
As the two men fell suddenly, the bloody battlefield finally ushered in a brief moment of tranquility.
And the figure of Zixing standing proudly on the spot, against the backdrop of the interweaving blood and light, became increasingly powerful and mysterious, like a god of war descending into the world.
Although the clothes on her body were stained with some blood, it did not detract from her grace, but instead added a bit of heroic spirit to her.
In other corners of the battlefield, the remaining Kunlun disciples were equally brave and extraordinary, like tigers rushing into the flock, killing many Immortal Emperor and Heavenly Emperor one after another.
As long as Hunyuan Divine Lord doesn't get in the way, it's not easy for them to kill the enemy, but it's still pretty easy.
In this chaotic battlefield, the sounds of killing and the clash of weapons were intertwined, and there was a strong smell of blood.
The ground was stained red with blood, and corpses lay scattered on the ground. Broken arms and limbs were scattered everywhere. The scene was extremely tragic.
While sister Zixing was killing everyone, sister Ziyue's performance was equally impressive!
She was holding a golden spear, with ancient and mysterious lines engraved on the barrel. Those lines seemed to be alive, shimmering faintly.
Every time he waved, there was a whirring sound, which seemed to stir up the vibrations of time and space. The spear slashed through the air, leaving golden trails, like meteors streaking across the night sky, dazzling.
At this moment, her opponent is a strong man named Heavenly Emperor Peak.
This powerful person only needs to take one more step forward to enter the realm of Hunyuan Divine Lord.
Among all Heavenly Emperor strong men, this kind of character is extremely powerful.
He was tall and strong, five feet tall. When he stood there, he looked like a towering hill, giving him a full sense of oppression.
His skin was bronze in color, as if made of steel, with a cold and hard sheen.
However, when facing Ziyue, the strong Heavenly Emperor felt a mountain of heavy pressure.
His brows were furrowed, the wrinkles on his forehead were as deep as ravines, and there was a hint of uneasiness and doubt in his eyes.
"This woman's realm is obviously far lower than mine, so why is she so threatening to me?!" He thought to himself.
As a master of the Vast Sea Sect, he usually practices advanced techniques and secret techniques, and his combat power is far beyond that of the same level.
But the various methods used by the little girl in front of him were not inferior to him at all. In fact, the power and profundity of many techniques and secret techniques were still higher than what he had learned.
Needless to say, all this is thanks to Kunlun Holy Land!
Kunlun Holy Land provided this little girl with many profound skills and secret techniques, which made her combat power soar to such a shocking level!
"However, the gap in realm is here. Even if you have great skills, you are still no match for me!!!"
This Heavenly Emperor strong man's voice is deep and domineering, with a bit of unquestionable arrogance.
He had to admit that this little girl was very powerful. If she were to fight at the same level, he would definitely not be her opponent.
But now that his realm is higher and he has the advantage in realm, can he still lose?
Before he finished speaking, a powerful force suddenly burst out from his body.
The power surging from his body showed a strange gray-white color, and wherever it went, the air was dyed the same color, exuding a pungent smell.
In the blink of an eye, a strange gray-white world was constructed, covering Ziyue.
"Profound Nether Cold Prison Realm!!!"
He shouted loudly, and his voice carried an inexplicable magical power that kept echoing in this strange world.
This force was filled with bone-chilling coldness and spread like a tide, creating an ice purgatory.
Within this Profound Nether Cold Prison Realm, the temperature dropped sharply, instantly falling below freezing point.
A thick layer of ice quickly condensed on the ground. The ice was crystal clear, but exuded a chilling chill.
The water vapor in the air instantly condenses into ice ridges, which hang in the air like sharp swords and may fall at any time and injure people.
Ziyue suddenly felt a domineering cold air sweeping over her crazily, going straight into her body.
In an instant, her body temperature dropped sharply, her blood seemed to be frozen, and even the Immortal Power inside her body seemed to have frozen, making it extremely difficult to operate.
A thin layer of frost quickly condensed on the surface of her skin, and her long eyelashes were covered with ice beads. She looked like a fairy frozen in ice.
At this moment, the opponent clenched a huge fist, packed with overwhelming force, and blasted it in front of her eyes, intending to smash her to pieces with one punch!
The fist was the size of a millstone, with veins popping out on the fist, and a powerful force surging under the skin, like a ferocious beast ready to devour anyone at any time.
Facing this thunderous punch, Ziyue looked calm and not nervous at all. Her eyes were clear and firm, like a bottomless cold pool, calm and calm.
She waved the golden spear in her hand and held it across her chest, firmly blocking the heavy punch.
"Bang!!!"
The loud noise was deafening, as if the heaven and earth were collapsing. The impact caused the surrounding space to shake, and tiny cracks appeared.
The heavy force hit it, and the spear was bent and deformed. The runes on the gun body flickered, seeming to be under tremendous pressure.
Ziyue's seemingly delicate and white hands actually contain amazing physical strength.
A faint golden halo appeared on her hands, which was a reflection of her physical strength.
She shook her hands forward, and actually knocked back the opponent's fist. The force of the shock made the opponent's body lean back slightly, and his footsteps left two deep marks on the ice.
Immediately afterwards, she danced the golden spear, the tip of the spear flashed with cold light, and stabbed out continuously.
The space in front was shining with golden light, and wherever the spear passed, the space was like fragile tissue paper, being stabbed and cracked continuously, and ferocious space cracks appeared one after another.
In these cracks, mysterious lights flicker from time to time, as if they are connected to another unknown world.
However, the increasingly intense cold air wrapped around Ziyue's body, having a great impact on her.
Her strength and speed have been greatly reduced, and the power of her guns is far less than before.
Every time she takes out a gun, she spends more energy than before, and her movements become slower.
The originally agile spear now seemed a bit heavy to wield.
Seeing that her speed had slowed down and her combat power was greatly reduced, Peak Heavenly Emperor raised her head and laughed proudly.
"Hahaha, how can the gap in realm be easily smoothed out? Just accept your fate, you are no match for me!!!"
His laughter echoed in this ice purgatory, with a kind of arrogance and pride.
The laughter caused the surrounding ice edges to fall off one after another, hitting the ice with a crisp sound.
He looked up to the sky and roared, his whole body filled with surging aura, like a crazy beast, rushing towards Ziyue, his fists pounding down like a heavy rain.
His figure looked extremely large in this gray-white world. Every time he moved, he brought up a biting cold wind, which shattered the surrounding ice.
Ziyue's eyes were as cold as frost. He looked at his confident opponent with a hint of disdain on his lips.
That disdainful smile was particularly eye-catching on her fair face, as if she was silently mocking her opponent's ignorance.
"You really think you can defeat me with this little trick of yours? That's just a fool's errand!!!"
Ziyue's tone was full of ridicule. She was indeed bound by the cold power, but was she really affected?
"Boom!!!"
In an instant, a bright golden holy light burst out from her body.
This holy light is like a blazing fire that breaks through the darkness. It is extremely domineering and seems to be able to purify all the filth in the world.
The holy light burst out with dazzling light, instantly dispelling the cold air around it and illuminating the entire Profound Nether Cold Prison Realm.
Under this light, the originally eerie ice purgatory became brighter at this moment, and the ice began to melt gradually, turning into puddles of water.
And what is "dirty"? In Ziyue's eyes, anything she considers can be considered "dirty"!
Under the wash of this holy light, all the cold power that invaded her body was instantly washed away without leaving a trace.
The Immortal Power in her body also became more active under the stimulation of this holy light, and its circulation speed was several times faster than before.
Ziyue is bathed in the holy light, holding a spear, blocking left and right, and neutralizing the opponent's fierce offensive one by one.
Her figure is light and agile, and she can move freely through the rain of guns and swords. Every time she resists, she is just right, deftly removing the opponent's power.
The tip of the spear hit the opponent's fist heavily, and the sharp tip of the spear was wrapped in the domineering holy light, instantly cutting off half of the opponent's palm!
Where the palm was cut off, the flesh and blood were blurred, the stubble of the bones was exposed, and blood gushed out like a fountain. Under the reflection of the holy light, the blood instantly turned into a blood mist and dissipated in the air.
"How could this be? Why does my Profound Nether Cold Prison Realm have no effect on you?!"
Feeling the majestic power erupting again in Ziyue's body, he shouted in shock. His voice was full of disbelief, and his originally confident eyes were replaced by fear at this moment.
But the raging holy light rolled in like a raging wave, leaving him no time to think about it.
At this moment, Ziyue's combat power is even better than before.
The holy light on her body became more and more dazzling, as if she had become the only source of light in this world.
He punched into the void, and the light from his fist instantly turned into a dragon with teeth and claws, roaring and colliding with Ziyue's gun light.
The two fiercely clashed, erupting with deafening roars, and the surrounding space was distorted and deformed. The cracks in the space continued to expand, forming huge black holes, swallowing everything around them.
Ziyue holds a long spear, deftly neutralizes the opponent's attack, steps forward, his figure flashes like a ghost, and is in front of the opponent in an instant!
Her speed was extremely fast, leaving behind a trail of afterimages, making it difficult to catch her traces.
"Holy Spirit Demon-Slaying Spear!!!"
She drank sweetly, her voice clear but full of power.
The spear in her hand shook rapidly, terrifying power burst out, and a huge spear gleamed with the power of destroying the world and piercing out fiercely!
The gun light showed a golden yellow color, with strands of holy flames wrapped around it. Wherever it went, the space was burned, distorted and collapsed.
This style is extremely domineering, as if it wants to kill all the evil spirits in the world.
The Peak Heavenly Emperor strongman's body trembled suddenly, and from this shot, he clearly felt the threat of death.
The power of this gun was undoubtedly far beyond the limit that he could bear! His pupils shrank sharply, with a look of extreme horror on his face.
"Tyrant Bones!!!"
At the critical moment of life and death, he quickly used his strongest defensive technique.
Gray-white bones rushed out of his body. Each one quickly grew in size and became entangled with each other. In the blink of an eye, they formed a solid defense structure that resembled a birdcage.
The surface of these bones is covered with mysterious lines and exudes an aura of decay.
The bones rub against each other, making a "crunching" sound, which is eerie.