The stars, connected to each other, outlined a vague body. Zheng Yuantian gradually reappeared and constructed the body of his soul.
How could it be possible to wait for him to fully form? Wang Xuan was so… particular. He would finish off the enemy and send him to the west. Who would wait for him to completely walk out of the light fog?
Since you have taken action, just kill him to the end!
He became one with the God-Slaying Flag, and the spiritual world behind him left traces of being plowed. White air waves were surging, and after being accelerated ten times, he arrived in an instant!
With a loud bang, the golden grid spread and the spiritual energy fluctuated, like a huge wave hitting the shore, smashing Zheng Yuantian underneath.
Old Zheng was killed by the female alchemist. He was already feeling depressed and gloomy. Now he could feel the surging of the heavenly energy behind him and the golden light pressing down on his head. His soul... was about to break apart again.
He roared, he was already an extremely vicious man, even if he hadn't fully recovered, he was still showing his due tyranny in the process of reviving his soul!
For a moment, an almost chaotic flash of lightning appeared above his head. This was the innate energy he exhaled, which turned into thunder and blasted towards the enemy. This was his punishment from heaven.
The lightning bolts were densely packed, one after another, and the mixed primordial matter became a waterfall, falling violently from the void and striking the attacker behind him.
However, he himself was unable to dodge the attack of the God-Slaying Flag and it was too late. He had not expected that someone would be so unscrupulous as to launch a sneak attack on him, a peerless master.
He was blasted away by the interwoven golden patterns on the flag, which shattered on the spot, with streams of light spilling out in all directions.
Not far away, above Wang Xuan's head, lightning flashed and roared continuously, and then there were clanging sounds. His body just staggered and swayed slightly, then he chased after him again.
All the electric flashes hit the Soul-Locking Bell. He didn't even try to dodge and just took it!
Zheng Yuantian reappeared in front, surrounded by spiritual matter, and reshaped his spiritual body. As a result, he found that... the God-Slaying Flag was enlarged and blasted over again.
"You..." Old Zheng was shocked and angry. This scoundrel wanted to defeat the strong with the weak? It didn't seem to be such a wild ambition. The other party almost succeeded just now.
The falling thunder did not knock Wang Xuan down, but instead killed him so forcefully that Zheng Yuantian's eyes flashed with coldness.
"I'm stubborn!" Wang Xuan laughed. This was a naked provocation. He swung the big flag again, and like sweeping away garbage, the flag slashed across.
The terrifying and extraordinary power constructed by the golden patterns is like a broom or a heavenly sword, cutting through the spiritual void. Its power is majestic and powerful.
Zheng Yuantian's figure was blurry and his body had not yet taken shape, but he could not bear to see him being so presumptuous. His eyes stood up and he slapped him with his backhand to fight back against the God-Slaying Flag.
Then, Taoist patterns were intertwined all over his body. This was a forbidden technique in the Yuantian Sutra.
With a humming sound, the spiritual world was resonating and trembling. It was the spiritual matter boiling. The Yuantian Locking Divine Art, with himself as the center, one divine chain after another flew out and spread towards Wang Xuan, trying to lock him up and refine him!
"You are an old man, and you still want to connect with my soul? Get out of here, kill, kill, kill!" The silver animal skin book on Wang Xuan's body glowed, and the ghost-like talismans roared, defending against him.
Of course, the best defense is offense. The God-Slaying Flag cut through the spiritual void, causing Zheng Yuantian's big hand to shatter. The blood of the soul flowed, and then slowly disintegrated!
The God-Slaying Flag swept out continuously, breaking the dense divine chains. Wang Xuan didn't want to be hit by his forbidden technique.
However, Zheng Yuantian was full of murderous intent and wanted to get rid of him immediately even if it meant suffering some damage. After his big hand was shattered by the God-Slaying Flag, he did not retreat.
His whole body was glowing, and more divine chains burst out of his body, flying out like rivers of stars, determined to lock Wang Xuan. Moreover, he himself was flying in the air.
"Fight to the death? Am I afraid of you?" Wang Xuan had a strong will to fight, and was not afraid of Zheng Yuantian at all. His whole body resonated with the God-Slaying Flag, and he became one with it, and slashed it directly.
There were continuous crackling sounds, and dozens of divine chains formed by the light of the soul were broken. Finally, Wang Xuan's head glowed, and silver ripples expanded. With a bang, his body was like a divine bell, and he crashed into Zheng Yuantian's arms.
The big flag resonated with the Soul-Locking Bell, and Zheng Yuantian was shocked so much that his eyes went dark, and his soul was shattered at that moment. There was endless coldness in the depths of his eyes, but he was also helpless. What kind of fighting style was this?
He felt severe pain in his body. Although the light of his soul bound the opponent's silver battle robe, his chest collapsed due to the impact of this unsystematic fighting method.
Then, he was hit hard in the face by the opponent's silver helmet several times, with his head hitting his face, accompanied by a grand bell sound and rippling silver bell waves.
Then, the flag also entangled Zheng Yuantian and began to strangle him!
Under his cold and unwilling gaze, part of his soul was shattered. No matter how angry he was, he would not act on impulse and did not want to continue the battle between his soul and the peerless treasure.
"Don't accept it? It's because I have a lot of rare treasures, a tough head, and the courage to smash Mount Buzhou into pieces with my head!" Wang Xuan argued confidently, opened his spiritual eyes, and went to chase and kill Zheng Yuantian again.
He felt that if he hit him a few more times, Lao Zheng would be defeated. Killing off a part of the opponent's soul each time was already very efficient.
"Old Zheng...suffered a great loss. Part of his soul was dispersed by him." Even Qilian Dao was almost speechless. This madman was fascinated by what he saw.
He was a peerless master, but he suffered a great loss from Wang Xuan's reckless and rough fighting style!
"If the force is strong enough, it can break everything!" Mo Si muttered to himself in the distance. He could see clearly that the rare treasure that Wang Xuan relied on was extremely powerful here. He was so reckless and desperate that the skilled "old master" Zheng Yuantian was helpless for a moment.
It's like a wounded artist meeting a military bully. No one will talk to you about techniques in a warm and reasonable way. You will be beaten without any reason.
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