Shura God Emperor

Cui Yuan laughed wildly, and then the overwhelming palm prints were suppressed.

The overwhelming offensive is like thunder shaking, and the space is twisted.

Countless large black handprints, like waves tumbling, enveloped all directions, rolling towards Xiao Yu.

"call out!"

The astonishing whistling sound immediately tore these black palm prints, and suddenly came to Cui Yuan to kill.

Cui Yuan sneered: "Bone Ghost Palm!"

His whole body was shocked, and then it turned into a mist, the whole person was enveloped by the black mist, and he immediately swept into the air.

In a short while, in the black mist, suddenly stretched out the huge, dense white palm of the hand, and immediately prodded towards the sword style.

"boom!"

Xiao Yu's sword style was like an egg hitting a stone. He was caught in an instant, turned into a little bit of sword energy, and immediately escaped.

At the same time, the senran white bones, like the palm of a hand sticking out from hell, could grab the soul and flesh of a person, and suddenly they were grabbing towards Xiao Yu.

The palm of his hand was extremely huge, and the wind was gusty, and the speed was a few bucks, and Xiao Yu was about to be crushed.

And how can you be afraid of rain?

The Seven-Star Sword swung out, and a dazzling starlight was brewing in the sky instantly, shrouded, and then arrogantly horizontally and horizontally, glowing like a cloud.

That writing light is naturally endless sword energy.

"Shoo!"

The huge white bones of Sen's white palm turned into white light in an instant, and then disappeared.

Cui Yuan's eyes sneered, and he sneered: "Sure enough, there are still some ways, so why don't you try me, Hunyuan Sanyan!"

He shook his hand, and three black lights suddenly entangled in the air.

These three black lights are like meteors, intertwining and haunting each other, and the aura of demonic cultivation exuded is extremely powerful.

For a while, the entire sky was filled with a gloomy color, especially the horrible atmosphere exuded by the black light, which made people feel but look.

The three black lights looked like three ghosts, and like meteors with black lights, they chased their souls towards Xiao Yu and killed them.

Who knows, the three black **** of light rose up against the storm, like a small black sun, shaking towards Xiao Yu.

"So strong!"

Zhao Xin and Jiang Tianyu took a sigh of relief.

This kind of breath intensity is simply much stronger than Xiao Yu burst out when he played against Nan Ou Hong!

Cui Yuan is no more than Seven Layers of Good Fortune Realm! But this level of power directly reached the eightfold level of the ordinary good fortune realm!

This is simply terrible!

They now understand that the power they have mastered in the past and all their cognitions are actually nothing.

At least, in the face of the power of Black Cliff Sect, it is obviously weaker.

This is the real power! This is the fundamental reason why multiple people can fight at the same level among the Millennium Demon Cultivators!

For Han Yi, he has seen Hou Chunyang and even A Fei's fighting power, so the psychological endurance is stronger than ordinary people.

But for Gu She and the others, they lived a lifetime, and now they realized how strong the Black Cliff Sect demon cultivator was a thousand years ago!

It was too late and it was fast, Xiao Yu shook his wings, and his eyes burst into starry light.

"Point star and three thorns!"

"Shoo!"

Xiao Yu's hand was extremely fast, like a thunderstorm, and suddenly three thin lines were cut out.

"Boom boom boom!"

Three explosions sounded suddenly, shining a white daylight...