Vol 8 Chapter 682: Shocking and tyrannical
Among the voids, the horror of Mo Zhaojing was actually a big handprint with a lot of white bones. It was a huge voice and a breath of Y Sen.
"Good and powerful!" The crowd trembled, and Mo Zhaojing was not the **** of the gods. The power of this palm is definitely stronger than the momentum of Nie Tian and Mo Yu after the opening of the giant spirit. I am afraid that this palm, Nie Tian Can't afford it.
Nie Tianyi stood in the sky, and there was no expression on his face. His body was filled with horrible swords. The whole person was like a sword, traversing the heavens and the earth, sharp and sharp.
Countless eyes stared at the figure in the void, and no one knew what would happen next.
Tang Yan and others behind Nie Tian, the heart all mentioned the eyes of the blind, the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.
"Boom!" The white bones of the handprints rushed over, and the violent atmosphere overwhelmed, seemingly capable of destroying everything.
Just as the white bone handprint was about to be bombarded on Nie Tian, the void suddenly swayed, and the world’s power suddenly changed. The ground was banging loudly, and the hundreds of meters of the martial arts platform seemed to be picked up by a huge force. From the beginning, in front of Nie Tian, formed a wall shield.
"Bang!" The next moment, the white bone handprint hit the earth wall, the giant force completely broke out, the earth wall can not bear this giant force, directly collapsed, in an instant, the gravel collapsed, the dust filled.
"Hey!" The power of the handprints instantly fell on Nie Tian. His figure was shocked, and a sword rushed out, killing and destroying.
Nie Tian staggered a few steps, suddenly stood still, a trace of blood appeared in the corner of his mouth, but his face was a light smile, spit out a word in his mouth: "The first palm."
The first palm, the horror of the sky, was actually blocked by Nie Tian!
Everyone rounded their eyes and couldn’t believe what was in front of them.
In the palm of his hand, Mo Zhaojing was taken over by Nie Tian, and it seemed to be easy to pick up, and he was not hurt.
"Call-!" Tang Yan Meng Fan and others saw the situation, and they all vomited a sigh of gas, and the stone hanging from the heart finally fell.
No one thought that Nie Tian’s strength was so terrible that he was exposed to ink in the face of Zhao Zhaojing. Not only did he die, he did not even have serious injuries.
Dreams are self-defeating, just a hand, even if he is at the peak, it is not easy to face it.
The entire three thousand small worlds, able to take over the ink of the Zhao Zhaojing just now, only one person!
Although Nie Tian is not effortless, it is also very easy.
In the eyes of others, Nie Tian easily took over the ink of Ms. Zhao, but Nie Tian himself knew that it was very unclear.
Just now he used the strongest defensive footprint in the Three Seals of God of War, and at the same time added his own sword of the gods, which stopped the ink of Zhao Zhaojing.
This is the case, he is still hurt.
If there is no star stone in his body, plus the body of the nine-star dragon vein, then he will not be dead, and he will be seriously injured.
Ink Zhaojing is the pinnacle of the three thousand small world, and the power of one palm is really strong!
Nie Tian was amazed, and Mo Zhaojing’s heart was shocked!
His body was stiff and his face became pig liver color, which was ugly.
I thought that under the palm of my hand, even if we could not kill Nie Tian, it would certainly be able to seriously harm it, but did not expect that it would be the result.
The martial arts mastered by Nie Tian is too horrible, beyond the imagination of Mo Zhaojing.
"Come on, the second palm." Nie Tian erased the blood from the corner of his mouth, stepping forward, the momentum is stunned.
"Don't die!" Mo Zhaojing's vicious voice rushed out of his throat. The momentum of the whole body was once again soaring. The battle of the sky was filled with hundreds of meters of void, and the entire space was completely solidified.
"Boom!" He condensed the strength of the whole body, and it was a palm of the hand, in the void, the voice whistling, a more huge white bone handprint appeared, the air is cold, and it seems to be torn by huge power.
Nie Tian's eyes were slightly tight, and the sword of the gods outside the body suddenly burst into flames.
"嘶-!" Seeing this scene, the crowd sucked a bit of cold, and Nie Tian turned out to be hard!
It’s not crazy to use the three strengths of the Shennong and the hard-hitting of a martial artist.
"Don't!" Tang Yan saw this scene, and could no longer calm down, directly exclaimed.
However, it was already late, and Nie Tian looked awkward and did not hesitate. The sword of the gods broke out with the brilliance of the sky, the glare of the smashing eyes, the swordsmanship filled with the mighty power, and even the thunder force surging.
"Hey!" The extreme strokes collided, the white bones and the sword of the gods slammed together, and the emptiness slammed, but then it was slightly stagnation.
"Boom!" The next moment, an invisible force broke out from the center of the collision and spread in all directions.
"Danger!" The crowd felt the mighty power and screamed, and some people were already scared and pale, completely petrified.
The power of the behemoth is like a hurricane, flying over and over, and the entire competition field is a shock.
Countless people can't bear the power of this spread, they vomit blood, and some people even fell to the ground on the spot.
These people are a few kilometers away from the center of the competition, and the power is still so terrible. It can be seen that Nie Tian and Mo Zhaojing, who are in the collision center, should bear tremendous power.
In the sky, a figure slammed and then retired, people still did not stop, a blood line has appeared.
Nie Tian blew back dozens of meters, behind the proud sword Tianyi, finally stabilized the body.
But at this moment, he is extremely embarrassed, the whole body is bloody, and there are sultry knives on the skin, and even the white bones can be seen.
In contrast, Zhao Zhaojing, the clothes are broken, the body is shaking, but it is not injured.
After all, he is the martial art of the gods, and the confrontation of the front, Nie Tian is far from good.
"No death?!" Mo Zhaojing stabilized his body and saw that Nie Tian was seriously injured. What appeared on his face was not pleasure, but shock and incomprehension.
His palm was actually blocked by Nie Tian's sword. Although the latter was seriously injured, it was still not the result he wanted. He wanted Nie Tian to die!
"Nie Tian, he is still alive!" Everyone saw the **** figure in the air, they were all shocked and stunned, their eyes were about to come out, and they could not believe that Nie Tian was still alive.
"Teacher!" Tang Yan was in a big heart and was about to cry.
His teacher was so invented by Mo Zhaojing*, but he could only watch it in the side, how can he feel good in his heart.
He hated that he did not have a strong position, and instead let Mo Zhaojing take the initiative.
"Nie Tian has been seriously injured, can he still bear the third palm?" The next moment, the crowd trembled and speculated.
"Ink Zhaojing, I am willing to bear the third palm for Nie Tian adults!" Turkic, Tang Yan's voice sounded, step forward, awe-inspiring: "I will never give up, even if you are killed, no regrets! ”
"This······" The crowd was shocked by Tang Yan’s sudden move. He was going to use his own life to change Nie Tian’s life!
Nie Tian, who is Tang Yin?
"Don Juan, you retreat!" Waiting for Mo Zhaojing to open, Nie Tian's figure suddenly moved, his body shocked, and once again appeared in front of Mo Zhaojing.
