However, the increase of these thirty times is not the physical strength, but the power of the Dragon and Tiger Prajna Palm.

The holy art is activated by the holy energy and the rules of the holy Tao.

Therefore, even if the holy art with thirty times the attack power is still not as powerful as the demigod's physical body, the power burst out is actually not as strong as the palm of the body of the demigod. It depends entirely on the holy art and the physical body. Only by combining the power of the two can the Uncle Tian be defeated.

Moreover, it was only after Uncle Tian was self-righteous and was influenced by the power of space that Zhang Ruochen succeeded.

Through this blow, Zhang Ruochen clearly realized that there was still some gap between him and the peak saints of the Ten Thousand Death Realm who had accumulated a deep accumulation.

Few of the monks watching the battle could see the mystery. Only the ones saw that Uncle Tian was beaten to blood by Zhang Ruochen, and they were all scared.

"Zhang Ruochen has the great perfection of the Hundred Shackles Realm. Could it be that he can have the combat power of the Supreme Realm?"

"It's all up to the demigod's body. Without giving him the opportunity to display his physical strength, Uncle Tian can win calmly when standing thousands of miles away. However, it has to be admitted that Zhang Ruochen is invincible in close combat, and his physical strength is intimidating."

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Uncle Tian put away his contempt, the blood marks on his arm disappeared, and said, "Zhang Ruochen, this is your strongest blow, right?"

Zhang Ruochen didn't want to lie to him, so he nodded and said, "That's right, this is my strongest blow, and it almost consumes all the holy energy in my body."

Uncle Tian wanted to find his face and chuckled: "The attack just now was just a random attack, less than 60% of the force. Since your skills are at this point, I will fight quickly and defeat you within three moves."

"The Dharma-Ending Heavenly Sword."

Uncle Tian took out the holy sword that the Dharma-Ending God King used, and strode forward. With each step, the rules of the sword condensation towards the blade body will increase by one point, and the momentum will continue to rise.

His sword intent locked Zhang Ruochen and did not give Zhang Ruochen another chance to display his space power.

Not to mention the monks watching the battle nearby, even monks from farther cities felt the terrifying sword intent. Their holy souls were affected, as if they were about to be torn apart, and they were extremely uncomfortable.

Xuan Qingying said: "It's a bit wrong. Uncle Tian actually used the Dharma-Ending Heavenly Sword. Why didn't the clan emperor stop him?"

Xuan Disha's eyes fell on Zhang Ruochen and said, "Zhang Ruochen's expression was very calm and he was not afraid. Well, wait and see."

Uncle Tian raised the knife above his head, and the sky darkened.

The strong wind blew everywhere, and the murderous intent soared into the sky.

"Wow!"

This shocking sword slashed down, and the Dao locks, the Great Saint inscriptions and divine patterns around the street were all wiped out under this sword. I don’t know how many monks suffocated them.

"Boom!"

The sound of collision of gold and stone was heard.

A figure flew backwards and smashed on the holy carriage of Princess Xuelai.

The holy cart shattered, and Princess Xuelai flew out with a silence and fled to the side.

Uncle Tian held a sword and climbed up from the ground. There was a bloodshot hanging on his mouth. He could no longer maintain a calm expression. He stared at Zhang Ruochen with a murderous look and shouted: "Didn't you say that the previous attack was your strongest power, and the holy energy in his body had been consumed?"

Zhang Ruochen was wearing the fire god armor and burned divine fire on his body, like a young god general, and said sincerely: "That's right!"

"you……"

Such shameless words were said, and Uncle Tian hated Zhang Ruochen to death.

There were constant curses around, thinking that Zhang Ruochen was too cheap.

Yan Zhexian, who was standing on Kun Tower, no longer knew what words to use to describe his mood at this moment. Logically speaking, the Death Temple bullies the few with more, which is the one that should be despised.

Logically speaking, Zhang Ruochen, who relies on his strong cultivation to challenge the Hundred Shackles Realm, should be the one she should be underestimated.

However, now she has some sympathy for the Temple of Death, and Zhang Ruochen's actions cannot be said to be insidious or despicable. They are just angry and funny.

To be precise, it's a bit naive.

It feels like I'm deliberately teasing Uncle Tian.

Zhang Ruochen knew very well that he had not played anyone and said seriously: "Brother Tian, ​​don't misunderstand, the previous attack was indeed my strongest power. Although this attack just now hurt you, it borrowed external forces and I won't win."

His tone was very modest, and he didn't want people to think he was too arrogant.

In this attack just now, Zhang Ruochen did mobilize the power of the world in Qiankun Realm.

"Don't talk anymore. Today I am humiliated by you. I will never die for you." Uncle Tian wiped away the blood from his mouth, his eyes were extremely cold.

If the incident spreads today, he will definitely be laughed at by the entire hell world.

Even if you burn blood and life span, you must suppress Zhang Ruochen's arrogant arrogance and wash away the shame on your body.

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Chapter completed!