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- The four barbarian saints stared closely at Kunpeng's eyes, hoping to see something from the changes in Kunpeng's expression. However, they were disappointed. Kunpeng showed nothing, or in other words, his performance was just a glance, looking at the white tiger, etc. Read his following.
White Tiger did not receive the desired result, but he was not discouraged. He stared into Kunpeng's eyes and said: If you really used the 'Three Body Killing' method, today's Suzaku and Qinglong must have been turned into ashes!
Kunpeng smiled and said: Pindao has already said that this technique is derived from cutting three bodies, but it is not cutting three bodies. Fellow Taoists, there is no need to confirm.
The four of them looked at each other. Suzaku Qinglong stepped back and fought with Kunpeng in a magical battle. The two of them were seriously injured and needed to adjust their breathing. They also wanted to see if they could find Kunpeng's weakness.
Kunpeng¡¯s method is definitely not to kill three bodies. If there are clues, maybe Kunpeng¡¯s death will be next time.
Baihu and Xuanwu stepped forward. The two of them turned their eyes and fell into silence. Their eyes were empty and empty. The aura around them began to shrink, and even the vitality disappeared.
Kunpeng did not dare to be careless, and there was a trace of bitterness in the corner of his mouth, and then a decisive look appeared in his eyes. He took a deep breath, and his energy and energy began to rise again. However, this time Kunpeng did not lift the sword finger of his right hand, but stretched his right hand flat and placed it on the In front of you, place your other hand on the side of your right hand.
"Suzaku, what Qinglong can be sure of is that Kunpeng is by no means as relaxed as he appears. He must have been severely injured, and he must have suffered serious hidden injuries.
Therefore, Kunpeng¡¯s intention is to win a quick battle and use divine magic to fight at any cost.
The winner maintains his popularity, and the loser becomes the winner's whetstone.
The four barbarian saints could also see Kunpeng's intentions, but they knew that even if they deliberately delayed the time, it would be meaningless. Kunpeng, whose energy and spirit had been raised to the extreme, could shuttle through the void at will. If they did not rely on divine magic to fight, instead will be wiped out one by one.
So the four barbarian saints had no choice but to fight with Kunpeng to see who would die harder and who could hold on longer.
However, seeing Kunpeng's posture and Suzaku behind him who wanted to adjust his breath, Qinglong was stunned again and exclaimed: How is that possible! This gesture, this is not¡ª
The two of them looked at each other, breathing quickly. It was hard to imagine anything that could make them so excited.
Qinglong and Suzaku did not remind Baihu and Xuanwu. The two of them have now sunk into the avenue. They have to perform magical arts and cannot be disturbed. Moreover, even if the guess comes true, they still have to fight to the death with Kunpeng. They will not stop until they can see through Kunpeng earlier. The trump card will increase your chances of winning.
The two of them had the same idea. They no longer thought about who among the four of them would succeed, but wanted to see how many of Kunpeng's trump cards he had not revealed. How much did Kunpeng know?
Xuanwu, who had successfully sunk into the avenue, let out a long roar, and two blood-red lights shot out from his pupils. His face was beating, and his blood vessels were twisted. It looked like there were many tiny earthworms crawling around under his skin.
The white tiger's gray mist surrounded its body and enveloped its entire body. The gray mist kept rolling, and finally turned into a tiger head with the word "Íõ" printed on its head. Its pupils were gray and white, staring at Kunpeng in front of him.
Kunpeng¡¯s expression was as calm as ever, or perhaps he was extremely cold and ruthless. In his eyes, there was the passage of time, the ups and downs of the sun and the moon.
A blurry figure appeared behind Kunpeng. His movements were the same as Kunpeng's, but his face was not clear.
Kunpeng moved his left hand, clenching the wrist of his right hand, as if gathering all his strength, his right hand slowly swung upward from the left, turned in a circle, and returned to the far point.
Xuanwu, who returned to his senses, naturally saw Kunpeng's movements. Like Suzaku and Qinglong, they were also a little sluggish, but then they understood that either you will die or I will live. No matter how many secrets there are, if they die, they will be useless. Meaningless.
Baihu shouted coldly: Death Technique!
Xuanwu¡¯s voice was hoarse, as if he could not suppress the crazy murderous intention in his heart, and a cold voice came out, ¡®Heaven Breaking Technique! ¡¯
The two of them were killing Kunpeng at the same time. Time on Xuanwu's side was messed up and space was distorted. The void around the white tiger was dying, torn apart and shattered by the white tiger's momentum.
Kunpeng seemed to be aware of it, his eyes looked at it, but his expression remained unchanged. His fingers were spread out, and the palms of his hands were filled with black energy, forming a vague black roulette under the palms.
Kunpeng¡¯s five fingers moved slowly, very slowly, as if every move of his fingers required a lot of effort, ¡®A world of grinding! ¡¯
Xuanwu and Baihu arrived and collided with the roulette formed by Kunpeng.
Boom boom boom, nothingness is shattering, bang bang bang, black air, gray light, red mist are everywhere, and there is a continuous roar.
After a long time, a figure was thrown out and fell into the distance. It was Kunpeng. However, Kunpeng's left forearm was broken off and there was a huge claw mark on his right chest and abdomen.
Soon two more figures jumped out, half of Baihu's body disappeared, leaving only one right hand, and Xuanwu's lower body disappeared.
This fight was obviously brutal, but that was not all. Kunpeng's face turned pale and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood. Although his left arm had transformed, his body could not help but tremble.
Xuanwu and Baihu also vomited blood in their mouths and retreated to Suzaku and Qinglong, looking at Kunpeng quietly.
Kunpeng smiled and said: What? How about the magic spell of ¡®Mossing the World¡¯?
The four of them didn¡¯t speak for a long time. Qinglong sighed and said: Pindao really can¡¯t see through you, but then the four of us will use magic at the same time. Kunpeng, let Pindao and the others see how long you can last!
Kunpeng's face was solemn and he said seriously: "That's all, I will tell you what a true monk is!"
Although the physical body of a true monk is important, it cannot be relied on too much. Taoism is the foundation!
Kunpeng shouted: Four fellow Taoists, take over the ultimate magic that Pindao learned from cutting three bodies!
The expressions of the four people changed, they separated in all directions, and sank into the avenue at the same time.
I saw Kunpeng's figure flashing, and eight figures jumped out in succession. As soon as they appeared, they fled into the distance, and stood according to the Bagua direction, surrounded by four barbarian saints, with the ninth Kunpeng sitting directly above.
At this time, one breath had passed, and the nine Kunpengs had sweat on their foreheads, with pain on their faces, but they gritted their teeth and held on.
Nine Kunpeng formed seals at the same time, staring at the four figures in the center.
Time passes, and two breaths pass.
The nine Kunpeng moved at the same time and rushed towards the center. The four barbarian saints in the middle returned to their senses, and their energy and spirit were raised to the limit.
The four of them looked at each other, opened their mouths and spat out a mouthful of blood essence, and sprayed it on their respective magical instruments. After being nourished by this, the magical instruments made a soft sound, and the evil energy rose to the sky.
All four of them guessed that Kunpeng was going to fight tooth and nail, and he would fight at all costs. Kunpeng could use this magic twice at most. In other words, as long as he could hold on twice, Kunpeng would die, and they would be the winners.
Time passed, another breath was taken, and nine Kunpeng rushed towards the four people.
I saw the figures of the nine figures flickering. Instead of rushing towards the four barbarian saints, they bumped into each other.
The nine figures turned into a ball of liquid, rolling endlessly. After one breath, they turned into a blue figure.
¡®Nine-nine ultimate unification formulas! ¡¯
¡®The Heaven Burning Technique! ¡¯
¡®The art of seizing heaven! ¡¯
¡®Death Technique! ¡¯
¡®The Heaven-Breaking Technique! ¡¯
The roar in the center lasted for a total of five breaths, and screams continued to be heard, including those from Kunpeng and the four Barbarian Saints.
After five breaths, there was only a bang, and a blue figure escaped first, standing in the distance. The figure was a little dim. It turned out that it was not the original body, but the soul, but it was very weak.
The figure stared forward, with a flash of eyebrows, and a nine-turn compass appeared, hanging above his head.
The figure is naturally Kunpeng. The reason is that the 'Ultimate Returning Style' is too overbearing and can only last for nine breaths. Once nine breaths have passed, the blood will boil and the body will explode.
Just as Kunpeng stood still, four figures escaped in succession, none other than the four Barbarian Saints.
But now they are similar to Kunpeng. They are all manifestations of the soul. Kunpeng had to give up the physical body, but their bodies were broken up by the ultimate unification style. Even the soul was dim and suffered heavy injuries.
What makes the four people very helpless is that the various laws of the physical body are now arbitrary, and even they dare not set foot easily. After all, that area is caused by the five strongest magical powers. If the weakened soul enters, it will also be strangled.
The four of them were also like Kunpeng, with magic weapons hanging above their heads and staring fiercely at Kunpeng on the other side.
However, Kunpeng would not give them a chance to adjust his breath, because he did not have much time and could not afford to delay.
I saw Kunpeng's eyes flashing blue, the nine-turn compass falling at his feet, and he ducked in.
On the bright bead of the nine-turn compass, Kunpeng's face appeared, looking at the four barbarian saints, "Four fellow Taoists, the four-pole unification style, the grinding world, and the ultimate unification style. It is said that they are all other people's spells, but they were Pindao's unexpected gain is nothing more than his enlightenment. What follows is Pindao's final attack, which is also Pindao's strongest method. In the calamity of life and death, it depends on who lives and who dies!
The nine-turn compass is restrained in its brilliance and turns slowly. The four barbarian saints all know that Kunpeng is making a last ditch effort to risk his life. He is risking his own way, his magical weapon, and everything he has to face the calamity of life and death. !
The four of them will not be afraid. Although they are puzzled as to why Kunpeng knows the two magical arts of 'Beheading Three Bodies' and 'Moving the World', they also came here to cope with the calamity of life and death, and they have long had the consciousness to become a stepping stone for others. , noJust one death.
It is true that if the four people who lost their bodies were unable to exert their full power when using magic, Kunpeng would take advantage.
But the world is inherently unfair, otherwise why would five of us have to compete for a god?
If we talk about taking advantage, didn¡¯t the four of us take advantage before?
Besides, it can be said that Kunpeng couldn¡¯t wait for the decisive battle, so he must have a hidden disease. The three previous magical arts must have caused huge hidden dangers to him, so he had to fight quickly.
The four of them saw the mystery. They neither revealed it nor avoided the fight. They just sank into the avenue, used their souls to control the magic weapon, and made a last stand.
Fighting is fighting, killing is killing, there is no such thing as fairness.
From the nine-turn compass, Kunpeng¡¯s cold voice came out, ¡®Transformation! ¡¯
In the Honghuang Seal, the dragon¡¯s roar shook the sky, ¡®The art of seizing the sky! ¡¯
In the white tiger talisman, the tiger roars across the mountains and rivers, ¡®Death Technique! ¡¯
In the Suzaku Mirror, the Suzaku neighed, ¡®The Heaven-Burning Technique! ¡¯
In the Xuanwu Seal, dragons and turtles chirped together, ¡®Heaven-Breaking Technique! ¡¯
The nine-turn compass swayed and collided with the four magical weapons, just like the world-destroying roulette wheel.
The figures of the five people are all reflected on the magical instruments, with faint smiles on their faces.
The nine-turn compass collided with the Xuanwu Seal. Xuanwu suddenly showed a look of pain and held his head in both hands. The blue light on Kunpeng's body opposite him flashed with uncertain brightness and darkness.
Before the other three magical weapons came over, the nine-turn compass crushed the Xuanwu Seal and headed towards the other three magical weapons.
Boom, boom, boom, three consecutive roars, shaking the entire void.
In the void, the four figures were dim and their eyes were dull.
Bai Hu sighed, "You actually have such a magical skill, I'm afraid it's no less than their three-body slaying, and it's a world-ending thing?" ¡¯
Suzaku remained silent, but his figure was erratic and could disappear at any time.
Qinglong glanced at the direction of the prehistoric world, ¡®Could it be that all our years of hard training are wrong? ¡¯
Xuanwu smiled and said: Maybe as he said, we are not monks. It has been too long and too long, and even we have forgotten that we are wild beasts, beasts of heaven and earth, but we have to learn from them to cultivate and realize the Tao. This is what we should do road? Or are we on the wrong track?
No one answered Xuanwu's question, because the other three figures had turned into crystal light and slowly dispersed. Xuanwu also slowly dissipated after finishing his words.
Not far away, a broken compass hung in the air, and a dim, almost invisible figure stood on the compass, eyes closed, as if comprehending something.
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