Chapter 1505

"What? How old is it? He broke through in a while? The boy's potential is too great!"

Everyone in the war clan is unbelievable.

At this point.

Yangxu's chest position, the fourth acupoint orifices burst and glittered with gold.

Like a dazzling star, it releases the brilliance.

In the stunned eyes of the people.

Yang Xu's eyes flashed:

"Devour the great art of three thousand great arts!"

[Ding!]

[congratulations to players, the golden divine acupoint is integrated with the source of great skill! Flesh strength + 100000 points!]

Boom!

The flesh breath of Yangxu soared again.

holy crap

All the people of the war clan couldn't help shouting foul language.

The strong people of the feather and frost families also flash a color of horror in their eyes;

"What's the matter? The physical strength has been improved?"

Brush!

They looked at the battle night in surprise:

"Don't tell us, Yang Xu, he broke through again?"

Zhan Ye couldn't help laughing bitterly:

"It's true. His physical strength soared twice, which obviously stimulated part of his potential."

Rao zhanye boasts great talent and great potential.

In the face of Yang Xu, a demon genius who broke through in the blink of an eye.

She had to admit that she was not as good as:

"Yang Xu, Yang Xu, what exactly are you from?"

Zhan Ye stared at the rising sun, his eyes shining:

"If you can live under Bai Feiyu's hand, I will introduce you into our war clan anyway!"

A thousand words, in fact, are just a matter of an instant.

After Yang Xu deified the fourth acupoint and orifice, he immediately fused the great art of swallowing.

Facing Bai Feiyu, he clenched his teeth and repeatedly urged the eighty-one Bai Yu divine sword.

A cold light flashed in his eyes:

Phagocytosis!

The big hand suddenly advanced and shook, and the arm drew a circle in the void:

Buzz!

Three thousand great arts "devour great art", start immediately.

A mysterious vortex with a diameter of 10 meters appeared out of thin air in front of Yang Xu.

It is dark all over, dark inside and bottomless.

The power of swallowing and releasing huge suction shrouded the white feather divine sword that cut Bai Feiyu.

"No!"

Bai Feiyu's face suddenly changed.

It's too late to take back the white feather sword.

In Yangxu's sneering eyes, Hula!

All the white feather swords were swallowed directly by the dark vortex in front of Yang Xu.

"My God, what kind of magic power is that?"

The Yu people have been shocked by Yangxu's endless means.

Seeing the leader in front of Yangxu, he ate and shriveled again and again.

They can't help but have a strange feeling:

Who is the descendant of the hundred nationalities?

How could this mortal boy be so powerful?

"Refine it for me!"

Yang Xu's book "swallowing the great art" swallowed all 81 white feather flying swords.

With a big hand:

Whoosh!

Ninety nine hundred and eighty-one white feather divine swords, brilliant and brilliant, were thrown into the true fire cave by him.

In the true fire cave, the ancient divine beast Huolin King suppressed it, and the fire in it is comparable to the disaster of heaven fire.

Yangxu had only one thought, Hula!

The massive flame was so strong that it almost turned into liquid. It directly wrapped all 81 flying feather swords.

Hiss!

In Bai Feiyu's flying sword, the spiritual imprint left by Bai Feiyu is directly burned and erased.

Eighty one white feather flying swords suddenly became ownerless.

Yangxu's mental strength is like a dragon and a Jiao. An idea swishes.

Among all flying swords, he has entered his own spiritual brand.

Brush and pull.

Behind the rising sun, there was a void, a flash of light, a white feather flying sword, and layers of vitality were burning around.

Like a golden flame burning.

They are suspended around Yangxu, bright and killing.

Hiss

The strong men of Yu, Zhan and Shuang were all shocked.

Especially the people of the Yu nationality deeply understand how powerful Bai Feiyu's 81 divine feathers are.

Nobody thought of it.

Only a few face-to-face Kung Fu, the leader's divine feather was taken away and refined by Yangxu.

"What kind of energy is that? Yang Xu doesn't have the blood of the feather family. How can he urge 81 white feathers?"

As a woman, Zhan Ye has a kind of delicate observation.

She noticed the gold energy attached to the 81 Shenyu flying swords.

"What a powerful breath of life. Is this a new energy?"

Curiosity twinkled in her eyes.

Below, the people on Dragon Island have been completely stunned by Yangxu's action.

It is Mei ruoxian who has long understood the power of Yangxu.

At the moment, I can't help but open a pair of eyes:

Yangxu's real power is so powerful?

A pair of perfect eyes, shining brightly, stared at the rising sun in the air.

A strange Rune flashed across her eyebrows.

"Huh?"

The frost clan leader with a cold face suddenly flashed his eyes and stared at Mei ruoxian's eyebrows.

"Come here."

He waved and brushed at will.

At the foot of meiruxian, a layer of frost suddenly condensed.

It is like a duckweed, holding up meiruxian and flying to the leader of frost family.

Bai Feiyu.

Seeing Yang Xu take away all the white feather flying swords.

Bai Feiyu was so angry that he nearly vomited blood.

Especially others felt that the brand on Feiyu divine sword was instantly erased.

This made him more and more afraid of Yang Xu's strength:

Where did this guy get so many unpredictable tricks?

It's the elders of the Yu nationality who want to erase all the marks of my 81 divine feathers. I'm afraid it will take some time.

How could Yangxu do it in an instant?

this moment.

Bai Feiyu has changed from the original high state to a dignified face.

His eyes were full of fear, staring at the rising sun.

"Well, are you afraid? It seems that you don't dare to continue."

Yang Xu shrugged and smiled at Bai Feiyu:

"I won't rob you of some divine feathers, so you won't fight me?"

In Bai Feiyu's eyes, there was a sudden cold light:

"The feather people have no cowards! Even if you die, I will kill you here!"

Boom!

A pair of white wings behind him suddenly shook.

The dense crane symbols immediately wrapped him all over.

A terrible breath fluctuated all over him.

Bai Feiyu is about to attack.

Clara!

The emptiness in front of him suddenly condensed a layer of frost.

"Shuanghong! What do you mean? You want to stop me?"

Bai Feiyu looks at the cold frost leader.

Shuang Hong, the leader of Shuang clan, is tall, with snow-white hair hanging down his waist. His indifferent face looks as cold as ice.

Facing Bai Feiyu's question, he raised his eyelids slightly:

"You're not his opponent. Just stop here."

"I have something to ask him."

He looked at Mei ruoxian standing on his side.

Bai Feiyu sneered:

"Ha, you frost clan have something to ask, can't I kill him? When did you frost clan become so rampant? You... Clara!"

Before he finished, his body was suddenly covered with a layer of frost.