Na Yingling made a move.

The power of the immortal body turns into the golden pattern whirlwind and strangles.

This has been overwhelming for many people.

But after this killing move appeared, he continued to shoot, and a golden hand evolved from the whirlpool.

This is a powerful martial art, which evolved from Buddhism.

This is called thousand whirling Buddha's hand!

At the moment, Xiao Yun had tried his best. Not only did he have a cracked palm, but also he vomited blood in his mouth.

How could he resist this terrible attack?

"Elder martial brother Xiao!" Seeing this, even Zhao Zheng couldn't help exclaiming.

"Master Xiao!" At the moment, even that Liu Hanyan could not help frowning.

Because the spirit is so powerful.

The golden light is irresistible.

In ancient times, this kind of character must be a great man of the same generation.

How can Xiao Yun compete with it?

"The ancient heroes are so terrible!"

"The guillotine is really not an ordinary person to challenge." Many people look scared.

On the guillotine, no one dares to say invincible.

Because no one knows what kind of ancient monsters will appear behind.

At the moment of shock, people are staring at the front.

At the moment, the palm of the hand, which was cast like gold essence, had been protruded, and it was about to hit Xiao Yun's chest.

Others turn their palms into sharp blades and cut the void.

Many people are awe inspiring, otherwise imagine, if such attacks fall on themselves, will they be directly cut?

At this time, countless people hold their breath, even Xuanyu people are very nervous.

Although Xiao Yun is not a member of their territory, they are also full of respect for this young man.

It would be a pity for such a genius to fall here.

Bang!

A flash of golden light enveloped Xiao Yun. His brow was locked, and his life and martial spirit twinkled in the sea.

Whew, whew!

The branches and branches, like guns, strike at the golden hand.

It's just that the thousand whirling Buddha hand is too strong, the golden light twinkles, and all the branches of the martial spirit are chopped.

The golden light turned into a cyclone, which was inaccessible.

But in an instant, those branches were cut off.

However, taking advantage of this, Xiao Yun quickly retreated.

Rao is so, the golden light flash, the giant hand has already split.

Ding!

The sound of gold and iron.

Then, they saw a huge hand shining with golden light hitting Xiao Yun's chest.

His body was badly shaken away.

All the bones on that chest are broken and there's no stopping blood.

"Xiao Yun!" Seeing this, Feng Yu Yao couldn't help crying out.

"Most of the Xiao Yun will fall here." People in Xuanyu sigh.

Even some later Tiandu practitioners frowned.

Because you can't use magic weapons on the guillotine.

If you use this object, it will directly lead to the attack of the broken soul river.

At that time, even if you are a half step God will fall.

Even the gods dare not.

You know, this river, but there are ancient gods buried!

Poof!

Xiao Yun was beaten and spewed blood from his mouth.

This attack is too fast. Xiao Yun has no strength to resist.

It is also that he has many means, and the spirit of life and martial arts can hand it in time, otherwise it will really die.

Rao is so. He is not lightly injured.

However, the injury was not enough to make him fall.

The soul of life moved, the blue light flickered, and the flesh and blood between his chest and abdomen began to recover.

Not only that, but the broken bones heal again.

His palms returned to normal.

After reaching the half step heaven realm, the recovery power of life and soul is becoming more and more powerful.

In this way, only in an instant, Xiao Yun's injury has recovered.

"Has his injury recovered?" See this, Xuan domain person Mou Lu is surprised.

"Does he have the legendary spirit of life?" Someone murmured.

Whoa!

Also in Xiao Yun's injury recovery, that Ying Ling continues to hand.

It is still a powerful attack, and the golden light is shining, like the suppression of heaven and earth.

As soon as the thousand swirling Buddha hands came out, it was as if there were gods and Buddhists all over the sky.

This attack is stronger than the last one.

"Then, let us have a final fight." Xiao Yun Mou Guang a congealing, a powerful momentum suddenly burst out from his body.

At this time, his skin was covered with scales.

On his head, the spirit of war is floating, with a vast blessing of war spirit.

Not only that, he began to have dark lines around him, the space around him vibrated, and a cyclone evolved."Swallow heaven and earth!" When the moment of space shock, a soft drink is also spit out from Xiao Yun's mouth.

The next moment, the dark lines around him spread, and in an instant it turned into a huge cyclone.

The cyclone swept, as if connecting heaven and earth, but also seems to communicate nine you.

The devouring power of terror spread.

There is a rhyme in it.

Not only that, the phagocytic cyclone, but also with an inexplicable mystery.

The profound righteousness is just like the crazy overlord of the war spirit.

But it seems that this is all the power of swallowing heaven.

Whoa!

The whirlwind completely shrouded the whole guillotine, and people could not see Xiao Yun's figure.

Even as soon as the cyclone came out, even the golden light of the spirit was gradually shrouded.

At first, the golden light of the hero was still resisting the wind of swallowing the weather.

However, with the weakening of the power of the spirit, the golden light is dim and completely engulfed by the wind.

Within the cyclone, Xiao Yun made a move.

At the moment, he killed Na Ying Ling.

This hero has not been completely engulfed, and has amazing fighting power.

However, under the ebb and flow, he has been unable to crush Xiao Yun.

Bang!

Within the cyclone, the war begins.

Xiao Yun hands, with the highest martial road to meet the Ying Ling.

After a few rounds, he began to gain the upper hand.

In the end, Na Ying Ling's figure was dim, weakened by the weather whirl, and then defeated.

When the spirit is defeated, another set of data appears on the broken soul tablet.

Tian Du Yu, Xiao Yun, won 71 games in a row.

"Won?" When this data appears, Xuanyu and Tiandu domain people are stunned.

Xiao Yun's bones were broken just now, and he was vulnerable to a single blow.

How can we win in a moment.

"The cyclone?" At this time, the cyclone evolved on the guillotine became introverted and finally dissipated.

Seeing this, many people were in awe.

Because they know that this cyclone is the key to turning Xiao Yun from failure to victory.

"This man is so rich in details that he has never been seen before and no one has come after him!" Many of them were stunned.

At this time, they feel confused.

When people look at Xiao Yun, there is an incredible feeling.

It's hard to imagine that a person can combine so many means and supernatural powers in one.

Who can compete with such a character?

When the cyclone dissipated, a strong spirit of soul did not enter Xiao Yun's body.

Suddenly, he began to cross his knees and fuse the essence.

At the same time, he is also feeling and summing up.

"In the first World War, I won by swallowing the sky, but it was not enough." Xiao Yun murmured, "if it wasn't for this hero who was in the form of soul, he would be stronger if he had enough Qi and blood. He would not destroy the golden body formula, which is indeed a powerful heavenly skill." Although winning, Xiao Yun did not have a bit of arrogant meaning, he knew the other side's power deeply.

A little later, he fused the spirit.

"My soul is so strong that it will touch the heaven."

At this time, Xiao Yun had been fighting for ten days in the guillotine.

These ten days of continuous fighting not only inspired his potential, but also improved his fighting spirit.

These days of fighting, let him also understand the profound meaning of martial arts.

However, Xiao Yun also felt that he was inadequate.

At the same time, he also saw the power of those favored by heaven in ancient times.

"I still need to accumulate." Xiao Yun's eyes light a congealed, and then rose from the battle platform to walk down.

Although he still has the strength to win in a row, Xiao Yun doesn't think he can be invincible to the end.

Because he needs to be promoted now.

"Isn't he going on with the war?" When Xiao Yun stepped down from the guillotine, someone spoke immediately.

"Seventy one games in a row, enough!" Some people nodded and said so.

This has broken the record. Why fight?

"Seventy one!" At the moment, in the superstar City, the elder eyes of Juling clan are shocked by the achievements.

"Ha ha, I don't think anyone has won seventy-one games in a row over the past ten thousand years." The elder in royal clothes beside him stroked his beard and laughed.

"The record is three thousand years ago, someone won 69 games in a row!" The elder of Juling clan said, "the descendants of Duyu are really good."

"I think he has more than enough." The old man of royal clothes said with a smile.

"His last use of magical powers is similar to the ancient power of swallowing heaven. Is he swallowing the spirit of heaven?" The elder of the Juling clan murmured, "but it doesn't look like a martial spirit. It seems that it's just a magic power. The younger generation has Phoenix, Kirin, and other magical powers. It's really an invisible guy!"

"If he is giving some chance, he must have a place in the holy land." The old man in royal clothes said with a smile."Well." The elder of Juling clan nodded slightly and said, "it's a seedling."

"Seventy one!" At the moment, in the attic, the iron guards of Juling clan were shocked.

"This man is a man!" Zheng Jing eyes light a flash, so said.

At the moment, even the genius of Juling clan also took a look at Xiao Yungao.

How powerful was that hero just now?

Even he is not sure of winning.

But Xiao Yun won.

……

Broken soul River, Xiao Yun walked down.

A soul line from the broken soul monument into his eyebrows.

At this time, Zhao Zheng and others came one after another.

"Congratulations to elder martial brother Xiao for winning 71 games in a row!" Zhao Zheng said excitedly.

"Congratulations to Mr. Xiao!"

……

Everyone came to celebrate.

The king of Tiandu is very excited.

Won 71 games in a row.

They have witnessed a miracle, how can they not be excited?

Even Xuanyu people are inexplicably excited.

"Have you all set foot on the scaffold?" Xiao Yun smiles and looks at the crowd.

"I have passed the test successfully!"

"I won three games in a row, too!" Xiao Feng and others spoke.

"Well, some people have fallen." However, some people sigh.

"The old road is dangerous, and the future is not optimistic." Xiao Yun said.

He also had some expectations.

If the old road is not dangerous, how can the elders turn pale?

Therefore, Xiao Yun has been indifferent to them.

Everyone has his own way, and he can't change anything.

The road of life, you need to go step by step.

After all, outsiders can't help the village for a long time.

"Let's step into the bridge of broken souls." Then Xiao Yun said to the crowd.

"Well." Suddenly, Xiao Feng and others follow Xiao Yun to step on the long bridge.

The rest of us are here.

This is the one who didn't dare to step on the scaffold.

They are not strong enough to fight.

Because too many people fell on it.

Looking at Xiao Yun and their progress, people feel a little sad, but helpless.

This is the case with monasticism.

If you can't catch up with others, you just have to watch them advance on this road.

And you, but only silently watching.

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