Chapter 2582

Su Liyang was in the three pole state tens of thousands of years ago. Even without subsequent cultivation methods, after so many years of accumulation, Su liyang's strength is definitely much stronger than the general two pole state of life and death. Otherwise, it is impossible to be called the first person under the Taiqing Dynasty.

Ziwei Xingjun looked on coldly and said faintly, "I think brother Su, you misunderstood. The person I said can't provoke is not me, but the one around me."

Ziwei Xingjun's words were like stones falling into the water, splashing countless splashes, while the people around were stiff in face, but the laughter was more and more noisy and presumptuous.

Su Liyang also took a faint look at Zhuo Wen and continued: "brother Ziwei, I won't joke with you. If you don't hand over that thing, you can't get out of the mountain and river hall."

Ziwei Xingjun no longer spoke, but looked at Zhuo Wen.

At the moment, Zhuo Wen spoke slowly. He said, "today, your mountain and river hall can't trap us. Su Liyang, if you kneel down to apologize to us and offer the next cultivation methods of the three pole realm, I may not give a hand to your mountain and river hall, otherwise, today's mountain and river hall will no longer exist."

Zhuo Wen's words just attracted more ridicule, and Su Liyang shook his head and his face was already impatient.

Su Yangqi saw the impatient color on Su liyang's face and immediately understood it. He stepped out with one step, punched out with one punch and hit Zhuo Wen.

The power of this fist is terrible enough to hurt any friar.

With Zhuo Wen's body without breath, it was impossible for everyone to catch Su Yangqi's punch.

Unfortunately, the moment Su Yangqi punched Zhuo Wen, Zhuo Wen just slowly put out a palm and easily grasped Su Yangqi's fist.

It's like Su Yangqi's punch is weak and useless.

Then, the crowd saw that Zhuo Wen's right hand was gently twisted, and the terrible sound of bone fracture sounded. Then Su Yangqi's right fist was directly twisted off.

Su Yangqi wanted to fly back. Unfortunately, Zhuo Wen's right foot reacted much faster than him. He kicked him in the chest. Unexpectedly, Su Yangqi's sternum was directly kicked in, and all his internal organs were broken.

Boom!

When Su Yangqi fell to the ground, the people reacted.

"This..."

The crowd stared at Su Yangqi, who was struggling on the ground. Although Su Yangqi seemed to have only suffered skin trauma, in fact, Zhuo Wen destroyed most of Su Yangqi's spirit at the moment of the blow.

Su Yangqi wants to recover. Without hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation, it is basically difficult to repair the damaged spirit.

Su Liyang first reacted, looked at Zhuo Wen with dignified eyes and said, "it seems that I underestimated you. You are a monk who understands the dead world."

At the moment when Zhuo Wen shot, others may not have noticed, but Su Liyang noticed the mysterious power of death that broke out at that moment.

Although it was only a trace, Su Liyang was not an ordinary friar. He immediately recognized the fluctuation of the power of death Xuan.

And the eyes of many monks around them became dignified. They didn't expect that this ordinary young man in white was a powerful monk who realized death.

I'm afraid no one will be the opponent of the young man in white except Su Liyang.

"However, even if you are aware of death, you can't get out of the mountain and river hall today. If you dare to fight the Lord of the mountain and river hall, you must have due consciousness."

As soon as Su Liyang said this, a terrible killing intention spread out, solidifying the whole surrounding space.

Feeling this terrible killing intention, all the onlookers around were awestruck and couldn't help retreating for a distance again.

Among them, many monks cast compassionate eyes on Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun.

Although Zhuo Wen beat Su Yangqi down with one move just now, Su Liyang is not su Yangqi. This is the ancestor of Shanhe hall. His strength is extremely terrible. He was once a fierce man who defeated the strong in the bipolar environment of life and death.

No matter how strong Zhuo Wen is, how can he be stronger than Su Liyang?

"Brother Ziwei, please step back!"

Zhuo Wen said to Ziwei Xingjun behind him.

Ziwei Xingjun nodded and kept retreating back with the trembling blue halberd until he retreated to the edge of the square. Then he looked at the two people still standing in the field with dignified eyes.

In fact, Ziwei Xingjun has no bottom in his heart. Although he knows that Zhuo Wen's strength is really powerful, Su Liyang is not an ordinary monk. He is a real strong man. He doesn't know how many chances Zhuo Wen will win this battle.

"You have a good courage to face me, but sometimes the more courageous a person is, the faster he dies. You belong to this kind of person."

Su liyang's insipid voice sounded slowly, and his whole person turned into a virtual shadow and disappeared in place.

Boom!

When Zhuo Wen stepped on his right foot, he moved tens of meters to the side. Then there was a terrible pit where he stood, and countless gravel splashed.

In this huge pit, a figure stands boldly. This person is Su Liyang.

At the moment, Su Liyang was spread all over by a black flame.

The temperature of this black inflammation is extremely terrible, giving people the illusion that they can burn anything.

Zhuo Wen is no stranger to this black inflammation, because it is extremely fire energy.

The monks around didn't see Su Liyang at all. They found that Su Liyang had appeared in the position where Zhuo Wen had just been. The speed made them all pale.

Of course, Zhuo Wen can instantly avoid such rapid attacks, and many people look at Zhuo Wen.

"Good response!"

Su Liyang sneered and stepped out. Suddenly, the whole ground suddenly appeared terrible chaps, like countless spider webs.

Su Liyang, like a shell, disappeared in place. The next moment, he appeared in front of Zhuo Wen.

Boom!

Zhuo Wen also slammed out a punch and slammed together with Su Liyang. Immediately, countless vigor soared, and the whole square shook. The terrible energy spread countless cracks on the ground of the whole square.

Later, they found Zhuo Wen standing motionless like a rock, and Su Liyang retreated four or five steps before he barely stabilized his body.

"How could this be possible? Zhuo Wen punched Su Liyang hard. Instead of retreating, Su Liyang retreated. How could this be possible? Su Liyang is not his opponent."

The crowd was in an uproar, and Ziwei Xingjun was relieved. At the same time, he was more and more awed of Zhuo Wen.