The Black Sun Dharma King was ready to attack, and his attack was faster than lightning. Yang Zhao raised his palm and fought back, but it was as slow as a snail climbing, which was very sharp. However, even though he was so slow, he could just block the path that the sharp claws could grab before the Black Sun Dharma King broke his brain and destroyed his heart. It was not fast enough, not late for half a second. The palms and claws intersected, and a "bang" sound immediately came out, neither deafening nor overflowing Qi burst, silently, which was much worse than the momentum of two ordinary soldiers fighting. Yang Zhao's posture remained unchanged, and he slid back a few steps. The Black Sun Dharma King stood still and shook his body twice. The big black sky-like shape that was combined into two suddenly left his body.

It was originally lifelike, like a real demon god, but now it looks a little bit light. The Black Sun Dharma King was on the face of the red formation, gritting his teeth tightly, and he didn't dare to speak. Even though there was a silence outside his body, he felt that there were countless thunders bombarding endlessly in his eardrums. Just because of the wind, thunder, water, volcano, and turbulent elbows, the eight-part elbow, which was clearly divided but complementary, the black sun Nirvana Great/Dharma True Qi was shattered between the previous attack, and then drove straight into the meridians around him to conflict with the willful and erratic conflicts. The depth of the damage caused is really hard to describe. Even with his ability, he must do his best to constrain and resolve one by one in this moment.

The Black Sun Dharma King stood still, but Yang Zhao slowly stood up straight. He raised his arm and looked at his right palm, and hesitant expressions appeared between his eyebrows. Just now, his palm seemed to be light, but in fact he had swung the "Great Success" mental method to his limit. The power of the Eight Trigrams was all contained in one palm. When he was also out of the palm, the true power was extremely restrained, and all the power was sent from the palm of the Black Sun Dharma King to his body into the meridians, without wasting half a thread, so he was so silent. I originally intended to rely on this palm power,

He killed the Black Sun Dharma King on the spot. But when his palms and claws were fighting, he felt like cotton wool. This real, flesh-and-blooded Tubo Black Mie Pope twisted a few times like a virtual look, transforming at least 40% of his palm power that was invincible and powerful. Such a method of transforming power was incredible. Yang Zhao frowned and thought hard, but he could not understand it. After a long time, he finally looked up at the Black Sun Dharma King and said sincerely: "The Dharma King's magical power is mysterious. I admire him."

After spending all this time, the Black Sun Dharma King had completely transformed the Bagua Palm power in his body into invisible so that he could no longer harm him. However, he had no joy and comfort on his face, but was a little regretful. If Yang Zhao had not hesitated and did not stand in place and thought hard after a palm, but continued to pounce on him and pursue and fight again, then although the disaster in the Black Sun Dharma King had not been eliminated, he could use his black secret method to temporarily suppress the Bagua Palm power and make the most fierce and fierce counterattack. Unfortunately, Yang Zhao refused to underestimate the enemy and made the wishful thinking of turning defeat into victory.

The shape of the big black sky gradually became thinner, and it finally disappeared invisible in a few breaths. Anyone could see that the aura of the Black Sun Dharma King had fallen from the highest peak, and in the short term, it was impossible to use a tragic blow that would tug the wind and clouds of the world like before. On the contrary, Yang Zhao stood up so ordinary from beginning to end, and no one could see what his background was. This normal momentum was originally extremely inconspicuous, but at this moment, the aura of the Black Sun Dharma King declined from prosperity. With the contrast of the two, Yang Zhao seemed to be extremely unusual.

In an instant, more than 6,000 eyes were focused on the Black Sun Dharma King. Everyone held their breath, and it depends on whether he still had the power to fight again, or he might admit defeat and return. The face of the Black Secret Pope changed a few times. He raised his hands with a gloomy face, and his fingers intertwined into a big Black Sky handprint. He breathed a few deep breaths and said, "No matter whether life or death, he only talks about victory or defeat. General Yang, I am not as good as you."

After hearing the sound, thousands of people were stunned at the same time. But only after the blink of an eye, Zhe Da Cao and the other people in the Sui Village were the first to cheer loudly. Then the other two hundred sharp men couldn't help but shout loudly, full of joy and pride. However, the two sides were very different, and Tubo remained silent from beginning to end, and the voices here seemed too lonely. Zhe Da and others cheered a few times, and they realized that something seemed wrong, and they all stopped talking.

The Black Sun Dharma King's eyes flashed, and suddenly closed his body to Yang Zhaogong, neither straightened his back nor turned around, and slowly retreated in such a posture. Yang Zhao seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and turned around and punched. Ruthless thunder! The big black sky shape reappeared in the lightning and stone fire. The Black Sun Dharma King's body, whose eyes were filled with strange green light, pounced on it like a ghost, spinning in the air for a "dripping~" and just avoided the explosive punch. The sharp claws quickly probed, and grabbed two long blood marks on the little prince's arm.

At the same time, Nan Risongzan, opposite, drew his sword and shouted: "Kill!" The three thousand iron armored soldiers responded in unison, holding spears in hand, forming a square formation, and stride forward with great force to shake the sky and the earth. The remaining three thousand Tubo soldiers were stunned at first, then cheered loudly, holding swords and guns, rolling out like a tide. The Black Ridge King laughed strangely and said: "Although I am not as good as you, I have not yet admitted defeat. Don't be distracted, fight again!" Their claws attacked in succession like a storm, and their moves were extremely vicious and fast, as if they didn't have to recover. Yang Zhao was entangled by him and could not separate himself in anger. In addition to his anger, he couldn't help but admire Nan Risongzan.

Just now, Zanpu, the Tubo Kingdom, wanted to bet with Yang Zhao, and the bet was "If Yang Zhao wins, then he immediately leads his troops to retreat back to the country and will never step into the Sui realm for life." The Black Sun Dharma King had clearly said the words "I am not as good as you", which was equivalent to admitting defeat. However, he did not expect that Nan Ri Songzan had no intention of keeping his promise from beginning to end. He also took advantage of the loopholes in which the Black Sun Dharma King had not directly said the words "I am defeated" and directly attacked the game of words. Although the Black Sun Dharma King was compared by the little prince, it was just a little lost in moves and his combat power was not seriously damaged. With him here, Yang Zhao could not retreat for a while.
Chapter completed!