"The sun is the source of life, and all living things are born with the power of the sun. No matter how strong you are, you can't be the enemy of the sun, because your power originally comes from the sun." Jiuyang palm after palm. , oppressing Zhong Ziya, making Zhong Ziya's sword almost unable to cut out.
"So what if he was born because of the sun? When parents give birth to a child, does the child have to be worse than the parents? The steel that has been tempered a hundred times is born from iron ore, and it can be made into a sword but it can cut iron like mud... Don't say that the sun may not really be the source of all life. Even if it is true... I will defy heaven and kill the source..." Zhong Ziya's eyes were like swords, the sword intent on his body continued to explode, and the sword light of the ancient immortal sword in his hand became stronger and stronger.
"The idea is good and the heart is big enough, but it's a pity that it lacks the flavor." Jiuyang's palms were like the palms of the Tathagata of the Sun. No matter how powerful Zhong Ziya's sword was, he was suppressed by it.
puff!
The sword light was suppressed by the sun-like palm force and shattered like glass. The sword in Zhong Ziya's hand was also lowered inch by inch, and blood spurted out from his mouth.
Bang!
Zhong Ziya's entire body was crushed by Jiuyang's palm power.
Everyone was shocked, but in the blink of an eye, Zhong Ziya's figure appeared on the other side, holding the ancient immortal sword in his arms, without any scars on his body, as if everything just now was just an illusion.
"What kind of taste do you want? Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy or salty?" Zhong Ziya said, moving her body, leaving one phantom after another in place.
No, it shouldn't be said to be a phantom. It was exactly the same as Zhong Ziya's real body. It was impossible to tell which one was the real Zhong Ziya.
Five Zhong Ziya, who were like replicas, drew their swords and attacked Jiuyang together. The sword lights criss-crossed, each one more crazier than the other, and each more ruthless than the other.
Jiuyang opened and closed his palms, blocking all five Zhong Ziya's attacks.
Those five Zhong Ziya are obviously not just phantoms. Their powers are all real, exactly the same as Zhong Ziya's real body. It is completely impossible to tell which one is Zhong Ziya's true body.
"An unsightly work has no value even if you copy it many times." Jiuyang was just a pair of hands. His moves were so simple that anyone could understand them, but he still suppressed Zhong Ziya. One after another, Zhong Ziya's clone was broken into pieces.
"The copied works are indeed of no value, but the paintings practiced are different. Maybe in your eyes, every painting is ugly, but no matter how great the paintings are, they are all based on this ugliness..." Zhong Ziya's figure shook, and clones appeared like ghosts one after another, killing Jiuyang from different corners.
"It also depends on who is painting. Not everyone has the potential to be a master. Do you have it?" Jiuyang said lightly.
"I don't, I can only kill people." Zhong Ziyamen, who were like ghosts in the sky, replied in unison, the sword light was layered, criss-crossing like a net, covering Jiuyang from all directions.
"So, you are still not good enough." Jiuyang stood like a Buddha. He held it up with one palm and melted and shattered all the sword light like the rising sun.
On the other side, the battle between Xian and Old K is also continuing.
The scepter in Old K's hand released the power of imperial power again and again, trying to restrain Xian's body, but Xian's body was so ethereal that the power of imperial power could not restrain his body.
Jiang Yan didn't seem to have any intention of killing Old K. He just lightly surrounded Old K. If Old K didn't attack, it felt like Jiang Yan would seize his weakness and launch a fatal blow. If he attacked, there was nothing he could do. Jiang Yan was dragged here by Jiang Yan, and it was difficult to care about anything else.
The most tragic thing is Liu Yun. He and Xiao obviously haven't reached the same level yet, and they both have the power of the space system, so they are almost played by Xiao.
That is to say, relying on the deterrent power of Tai Chi Diagram, it can barely sustain itself until now.
His clothes were almost soaked with blood, but for some reason, he never used an armor-like companion pet, nor did he summon a guardian.
"Fuck, Brother Thief Saint is so miserable!"
"Eldest brother, run away!"
People watching the live broadcast can't see the details of the battle at all, but they will see that when Liu Yun just teleported out, there was a momentary pause, and Xiao's figure slid past Liu Yun like a ghost, and Liu Yun's body New wounds will appear.
"Your spatial ability is too poor. If you have spatial power, then your space is at best a model world where children play." Xiao once again left scars on Liu Yun's body. At the same time he said contemptuously.
Liu Yun waved the Tai Chi diagram in his hand and pointed it in the direction where Xiao's voice came from, but there was no figure of Xiao there at all.
"Xiao, ignore that guy and stop Zhou Wen first. Don't let him destroy the teleportation array again." Old K's voice came.
"Okay." Xiao agreed, stepped forward and disappeared, dodging the power of the Tai Chi diagram and heading towards the teleportation array.
But Liu Yun's figure teleported in front of Xiao, and threw the Tai Chi diagram in his hand towards Xiao.
The Tai Chi diagram exudes strange power in the air, drawing everything around it into it, as if it is swallowing up space.
Xiao's figure dodged and avoided the sweep of Tai Chi Tu. However, the moment Xiao dodged, Liuyun teleported in front of Xiao and smashed Xiao's face with one hand.
Bang!
Xiao and Liu Yun passed each other, Liu Yun's fist missed and slipped past Xiao's cheek, but Xiao's palm penetrated Liu Yun's chest, piercing his heart.
"You shouldn't be my enemy." Xiao shook off the blood on his palms and turned around to head towards the teleportation array.
"Big Brother!" Seeing this scene, the people in front of the live broadcast couldn't help but shout out.
Some sensual women covered their mouths with their hands, tears welling up in their eyes.
But the next second, Liu Yun's dress and shirt were shattered and turned into ashes, revealing Liu Yun's naked body, but there was no injury at all on that body.
Obviously that dress was some kind of special companion pet, bearing the previous scars on Liuyun's behalf.
"Being your enemy is no big deal." Liu Yun stretched out his left hand and between the fingers of his left hand, he held a ring made of thin wires.
The power in Xiao's body faded quickly, and he soon fell to the hell level, as if he had lost the blessing of some kind of power.
"You're fine." Xiao's pupils shrank slightly, he turned around and looked at the ring in Liu Yun's hand and said.
"Although I am not your opponent, don't forget, my nickname is Thief Saint." Liu Yun held the ring in one hand and the Tai Chi diagram in the other hand, and said proudly: "There is no more sacred object. , you are just a hell-level person, what qualifications do you have to show off your superiority in front of me?"
