The First Immortal of the Heavens

Guifeng was a little dazed, he quickly said: "I swear, don't worry, I will not do it."

He still thought Zhang Yang was worried that he would make a sneak attack.

When he saw that Zhang Yang did not stop at all, after he really killed him, he was also angry: "You ant, let you live a little longer, you have to take the initiative to die, only your little touch of the sky, An Neng confronts me , I thought you were able to seize Qibao Gourd for me, since you are looking for death, you will be perfect!"

"My Qibao Gourd, don't do it!"

"It's enough to have the inheritance of the Saint Fuyao."

He also roared out.

At the fifth level of the ascending heaven realm, even an average master has terrifying power, let alone a genius.

After the ghost wind did not suppress the power at all, the power that erupted was terrifying.

The black wind howled, compressed on the fist, a powerful crit.

Zhang Yang's blood boiled, and he couldn't suppress the fighting spirit, and he released the attack with all his strength.

Knowing that the realm gap is huge.

Even more because he fights, never knows how to tempt, just fight.

So his aura is equally amazing.

The external manifestations carried by the four divine powers are boiling riots, adding endless power, making him like a **** of war, stepping on the thunder and lightning flames, and golden light and cold air roars.

boom!

Touching the sky at the eighth level duel, ascending the sky at the fifth level, a collision of pure absolute power.

one strike.

The two trembled at the same time.

Zhang Yang took a small step backward.

The ghost wind snorted and took a step back.

This result shocked both of them at the same time.

Zhang Yang was excited, Yang Tian laughed wildly: "Ascend to the fifth level of the heaven realm, but so!"

Ghost wind is horror.

He is a genius, a leader among the Sky Eater Guards, and even a genius recognized by the Guishentai, and his combat power is also recognized.

With his strength and realm leading so much, he did not take advantage of it.

This blow made him realize why the ghosts and gods and the Daxia Empire were so keen on killing Zhang Yang, even beyond finding the Phoenix Girl.

"Roar!"

Guifeng was startled and angry. He snarled up to the sky, and the black wind raged all over his body.

"I am fortunate to kill the peerless genius!"

He has no reservations.

"I'm very excited!"

Zhang Yang also laughed wildly.

They clashed again.

boom!

After the duel, the bodies of the two sides trembled, neither moving, and gritting their teeth, but a lot of black wind, golden light, thunder and lightning, flames and so on were boiling from their bodies.

The two of them attacked in a row as if they were crazy.

Bang bang bang...

In an instant, there were more than fifty punches, the punches were in place, and no one was allowed to attack.

With a single detonation, they changed again.

At the fifty-sixth punch, Guifeng grunted and took a step back.

Zhang Yang is still the same, his breath is fierce, his fighting spirit burns wildly, his hair is flying, his fists are like electricity, he is swift and fierce, and he continues to attack without giving Guifeng any chance to breathe.

"Ghost wind, the staying power is not good."

"Man, it needs to be durable!"

He laughed and bombarded again.

Guifeng is ashamed and angry, he is a genius at the fifth level of the ascending realm, and he can't hold it anymore.

What made him more irritable was that Zhang Yang seemed to be ignorant of fatigue. From the first punch to the present, his strength has only weakened a little bit.

This persistence is too abnormal.

The problem is that Zhang Yang's heavy punch does not give him any chance to breathe.

Keep pressing!

The fist gave birth to light, the raging killing thunder and lightning and the Sunshine Divine Fire raged the black wind, and the terrible freezing cold air made the ghost wind awkward and always affected.

As a result, the ghost wind was regressed one after another.

Every step back made Guifeng vomit blood uncomfortably.

Every time Zhang Yang moved forward, his momentum became more vigorous, and even up to now, the loss that should have been there never appeared, but more frenzied.

"war!"

"Born to fight, and to die, I must be the **** of war!"

For the first time in his heart, he forgot the title of pit god.

He will be the **** of war.

Fight against the sky!

Fighting to the extreme, the golden light of the King Kong Dragon divine power, the killing thunder and lightning of the thunder divine power, the sun divine fire of the sun divine power, and the frozen cold air of the ice divine power converged on his fist, suddenly causing this fist to explode. The power of going far beyond the first punch.

boom!

The punch came out, and the void was about to split, the overbearing punch tore the black wind and hit the face of Guifeng.

The ghost wind horrified and gave birth to fear. He screamed: "You didn't go all out in the beginning!"

He put his arms together to block.

Now he is already unable to attack.

Click!

Under Zhang Yang's heavy fist, Guifeng's arms were interrupted, and he flew off the ground uncontrollably.

What makes Guifeng feel even more humiliated is the public speaking to himself.

"The power blessing that comes with the divine power martial arts is unhappy! It's not a pure divine power explosion, and it's boring."

He actually directly rejected the golden light, thunder fire, and cold air, and killed it again with a pure punch.

The superposition of the ten supernatural powers is still unmatched.

The speed of three steps of mountains and rivers, in the ghost wind still flying backwards, vomiting blood, catching up.

The ghost wind across his body looked at him in horror, before he had time to make a sound, and there was no opportunity to use the spear he was carrying, and he saw that fist hit his chest as if falling from the sky.

boom!

Guifeng heard the sound of his own bone cracking and his internal organs exploding. He was full of horror until he died. Before he died, he had only one thought: How could such a monster be born in the world, why is he so strong?

A fifth-level genius in the ascending world, die!

Zhang Yang's boiling blood was still stirring, and he looked up and screamed in excitement.

He finally figured out his bottom line of combat power.

The eighth level of touching the sky crosses six realms, killing the geniuses of the fifth level of the sky climbing!

Ghost wind is a genius!

He didn't even consume much, he didn't bleed and hurt.

"It would be great if someone came to fight again."

"It's not enough to fight."

Zhang Yang shook his fist fiercely, and the void made a harsh air burst.

He took a deep breath, the flying hair fell, took away the storage bag of Ghost Wind, and looked back at Qibao Gourd Vine.

He stepped forward, stepping directly into it.

Just as at the beginning, the violent, tyrannical and domineering holy intentions contained in the Seven-Colored Treasures were detonated in an instant.

This was even more exciting, his blood boiled, so that a little blood came out from the surface of his body, and it was completely useless for him to make these domineering holy intentions re-turn the breeze.

"I once again strongly suspect that being able to come in early has something to do with my blood."

"My ancestor was above a certain supreme fairy?"

"Or was it the change brought about by that crimson lightning?"

Zhang Yang still can't figure it out.

However, he made three steps and two steps before coming to the gourd vine.

The gourd vine is magical. Without support, it grows autonomously to the sky, and then horizontally, as if hanging in the air. Seven gourds of different colors sway back and forth, even in a trance, Zhang Yang seems to feel a trace of life fluctuation.

"Illusion."

"How can a gourd be alive."

He didn't pick the gourd because it was immature.

Therefore, he is pulling out the gourd vine, to be pulled out from the ground.

When he was about to pull out the gourd vine, he felt a little bit more. He looked at the seven-color treasure soil, looked at the gourd vine, looked at the seven gourds, and felt the environment here.

"What's the hurry?"

"This place, this moment, this scene and this situation, it is clear that it is an excellent place for cultivation."

"Through this practice, I can make a breakthrough again."

He is now at the eighth level of Touching the Sky Realm. If he can make another breakthrough, then he can consider ascending to the Sky Realm. It is really free to soar in the world.

He immediately sat down, seven gourds swaying on top of his head, and the seven-colored precious earth spewing brilliance under him.

Practice!