Seeing the white-clothed qi opening, Sui Jin sneered: "I heard that you were almost beaten to death by an eighth-grade martial artist before, and I was under the eighth-grade cultivation level. Just let go and let me see your true skills."

Zhuo Yuming will naturally do his best. It is rare to have a martial artist who returns to the realm to be a training partner, and there is a rare opportunity.

As the thunder raged, Gengjin Xuan Lei took the lead in taking action.

The dazzling light of lightning was winding like a dragon, and in the blink of an eye it rushed to the front of Sui and Jin.

Sui and Jin just waved their hands casually, and the golden lightning disappeared in the palm of their hands. As soon as the lightning dissipated, the blue sword light came again.

The Eight Desolate Divine Killing Sword is the peak magical power of Qi and weapons, and it is impossible to open mountains and cut rivers. However, the old man in black did not take it seriously at all. He held it out with one hand, but just grabbed the Qi and Killing Sword. As the five fingers exerted force, the hazy Qi and Killing Sword was gradually squeezed and twisted and deformed.

The claws suddenly tugged, and the blue sword light shattered immediately.

As soon as the sword light broke, a silver light immediately fell from the sky, covering Sui Jin. The powerful force of the restriction was imposed on his body, and it felt like he was in a mud. Moreover, the silver divine light seemed to have some kind of erosion magical power, which was constantly corroding his body protection true energy.

Looking at the bronze-colored ancient mirror floating above Zhuo Yuming's head, Sui Jin sneered.

He wondered how much spiritual power this kid could have to squander.

Zhuo Yuming had no intention of controlling the consumption speed of spiritual power. He was a long flow of water to compete for spiritual power while fighting in the same realm. Facing this ninth-grade physical and eighth-grade boxing warrior, he directly used his killer moves. He would be happy to smash the magical powers in one round.

With a wave of his sleeve, more than ten talismans of various kinds were thrown out in one breath. As the talismans were activated, sword light fell, mountains turned into shapes and turned away, and golden talismans fell down like arrows. The various colors of light in the sky were chaotic, which was overwhelming.

Sui Jin was also a little annoyed by the continuous spells and magical powers. Although with his ninth-grade martial artist's body, these attacks are not much different from tickling him. But it's like a wave of flies clamoring in your ears one after another, and it's inevitable that anyone can get angry.

A black figure flashed, rushed out of the confinement of Taichu's divine light, and swung all the talismans that were smashed in every move.

The old man in black was like a wild beast, roaring and rushing against the rain of arrows all over the sky.

Sui Jin swung his punch, and the surging fist force instantly created a vacuum channel in the air, and the strong fist wind brought out a burst of sounds of breaking through the air.

Thunder roared in the air, and a ray of lightning suddenly shot from the edge of the lotus pond to the other side of Jinghu. It was Zhuo Yuming who judged the Sui Jin's fist in advance, activated the thunder escape technique, and avoided the punch that destroyed countless trees.

However, as soon as the lightning fell, another punch came, and the violent fist wind cut through the surface of the Mirror Lake. The water surface suddenly collapsed into a deep gully, and the waves on both sides surged, forming a waterless road.

This time, Zhuo Yuming had no time to hide anymore, so he had to urge the Haotian Mirror to block it with all his strength, and at the same time sprinkled a handful of talismans to block it slightly.

The fist wind wrapped in majestic true energy suddenly came and hit the bronze ancient mirror heavily.

Zhuo Yuming felt a huge force that was unpredictable, as if the heavenly soldiers wearing golden armor were holding a giant hammer on the Haotian Mirror with a huge hammer in his hand.

A powerful force smashed the Taichu divine light, and the Haotian Mirror trembled violently. Eighty forbidden divine lights on the mirror suddenly lit up, and then it became clear that it became unstable.

The force of the fist was transmitted to his body through the Haotian Mirror, and Zhuo Yuming gustled out of blood.

With the rushing and surging in the air, Zhuo Yuming's sealed hands were still tightly put together.

Seeing that Sui Jin's body was getting closer and closer to him, the other party clenched his fist with his right hand and his arm bent slightly, and it was obvious that he was ready to go with another punch.

Zhuo Yuming stared at Sui Jin's face, and his left eye suddenly shone brightly.

Sui Jin's originally magnificent figure suddenly paused, and a confused look suddenly appeared on his face.

However, after all, he was a ninth-grade warrior with a wealth of experience in many battles. In just one breath, Sui Jin suddenly woke up. As the true energy flowed, the illusion that covered his heart easily shattered, and his eyes returned to the clarity.

Sui Jin was shocked. This kid actually had such strange pupil magic powers.

There are many magical powers and techniques in the virtual spirit world, emerging in endlessly. There are always some strange and unpredictable things that are hard to defend against. The pupil magic is one of the best.

Although it was only a mere breath, it was enough for Zhuo Yuming to fly away again to widen the distance. The Heavenly Thunder Extreme Age also saved up, and the five-color thunder swayed and intertwined between his hands, and the light was dazzling.

Looking at the lightning light in Zhuo Yuming's hand, feeling the destructive aura, Sui Jin's face also had a hint of solemnity. He pushed his hands flat, and a five-colored lightning as thick as a towering tree slashed towards the black shadow.

The thunder was deafening, and the dazzling lightning overshadowed the sunlight in the sky for a moment. As the thunder raged, the old man in black seemed to be in a pool of thunder and was swallowed by thousands of lightning in an instant.

In the air, the crackling sound of thunder continued to ejaculate and lasted for a long time.

After a long time, the lightning dissipated, and a figure in black stood proudly in the air. As the true energy surged around her, she could not see any embarrassment.

Sui Jin grinned, stepped on the void, and rushed straight towards Zhuo Yuming.

Just now, a thunder extreme karma was exerted with all its strength. Zhuo Yuming, who consumed a lot of spiritual power in his body, looked at the figure that was coming in an instant, and raised his right hand to the sky. All his spiritual power was activated, rushing and gathering along the meridians in his body to the right hand like a surging river.

The actual sword light is no longer a faint green light, but an extremely deep green, and the Eight Desolate Divine Killing Sword has reached its extreme.

Sui Jin was only ten feet away from Zhuo Yuming at this time. Just as he was about to punch, he suddenly found that there was a silver light suddenly illuminating the other party's right eye.

Bai Tong activated his strength and Shen Annihilated.

Sui Jin felt that a space force suddenly appeared in the void like a vortex on his arm.

It was an extremely domineering twisting force, like a strangling of thousands of swords. Unexpectedly, tiny cracks appeared on the right arm, and blood oozed out. The sleeves had broken into silk threads. If it weren't for the strong spirit of his body, if he had been an ordinary monk, one of his arms would have been grinded into flesh paste.

Taking advantage of the distraction of Sui and Jin's true energy, the Jade Sword Light slashed down and hit his shoulders and neck.

With a loud thud, the old man in black suddenly smashed into the lake like a meteorite from the sky, and a huge water curtain of three feet high rose on the lake.

With all his strength, Zhuo Yuming's energy was exhausted at this time, and his spiritual power was gone. Looking at the surging lake water, Zhuo Yuming's mouth smiled bitterly.

He clearly felt that even if he had all his means, the qi at the bottom of the lake had not weakened at all.

A black light flashed and the lake exploded.

A black figure soared into the sky.
Chapter completed!