Chapter 1562

The vast chaotic fist seal shrouds the sky and emits an immortal light to destroy everything.

The blood all over the sky exploded, the blood around Lingxiao was boiling, and his fist was like a dragon. He collided with Wuchen mercilessly!

Boom!

The world trembled violently, and the sky seemed to be divided into two halves at this time, half gold and half blood. They were in fierce confrontation with each other, and then burst out suddenly.

The whole person of Wuchen flew out directly, with blood in his mouth and incredible look in his eyes.

He used the ancient forbidden art of blood god transformation to temporarily improve his cultivation to a semi holy state. Unexpectedly, he was still not Lingxiao's opponent.

And that fist seal came towards him, making him feel a strong threat of death.

"Die!"

Lei qianjue's eyes showed a look of rage. The thunder surged in his palm and suppressed it in the sky!

The huge palm print contains incomparably terrible power. When seeing that Wuchen seems to be dying in Lingxiao's hands, Lei qianjue finally can't help it.

"Lei qianjue, if you dare to fight long Aotian, you will never die with me!"

Liu Wenzheng's eyes are unparalleled. He has long paid attention to Lei qianjue. He is afraid that he will jump over the wall. Unexpectedly, Lei qianjue still shot.

Everyone didn't see clearly. Liu Wenzheng's figure flashed in front of Lei qianjue, and then waved his big sleeve. There seemed to be a world of heaven and earth in his sleeve, containing incomparably mysterious law fluctuations, which immediately turned Lei qianjue's palm into invisibility.

"Martial uncle Liu, if Wuchen dies, I must kill long Aotian. No one can save him!"

Lei qianjue said angrily, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Boom!

The momentum of terror is intertwined. Lei qianjue and Liu Wenzheng confront each other. The incomparable vast waves diffuse in all directions, making the flying platform start to vibrate violently.

The confrontation between the two peak semi saints, just the agitation of that breath, made everyone tremble and couldn't help falling back.

"Lei qianjue, no dust can't die!"

Liu Wenzheng said faintly. His eyes were incomparably deep. His whole body breath locked Lei qianjue up. It seemed that as long as Lei qianjue changed, he would do it immediately!

At the moment, when Lingxiao's peerless fist was about to fall on Wuchen, the terrible Qi dissipated in an instant. Only one fist was printed on Wuchen's face, smashing his handsome face, and the whole person fell from the sky onto the flying platform.

Bang!

The feisheng platform was shaking violently. If the feisheng platform had not had a protective array and was strong and unparalleled, I'm afraid the feisheng platform would be directly smashed by the dust-free.

Lingxiao stands on the sky, with black hair flying and golden haze around him. He looks like an invincible emperor, emitting an invincible breath.

On the contrary, Wuchen is lying on the platform like a dead dog. He doesn't know life or death.

"Sure enough, it's three fists!"

Everyone's eyes were full of incomparably shocked look, and their hearts suddenly remembered what Lingxiao said before the war.

Before the war, everyone thought it was a joke, but after the war, everyone was shocked by the result.

The cultivation in the early stage of the divine king's realm defeated the perfect Wuchen in the divine king's realm. Even Wuchen's bleeding divine change did not change any results.

Even if they have long been the inner disciples of the God of war hall, their eyes are full of dignified color.

I'm afraid such a peerless talent will shine!

Lingxiao naturally can't kill Wuchen here. If Wuchen really dies in his hands, Lei qianjue may have more reason to kill him.

However, now such a dust-free is more painful than killing him.

"Hey, hey, I knew this boy was going to die and dared to challenge long Aotian. I only blame him for his bad luck!" The black donkey grinned with a big white tooth.

"Younger martial brother long, this can be regarded as Li Wei. Now he has become a true disciple. I'm afraid the criticism and trouble will be much less!"

Tiangang said slowly. He saw those inner disciples who were originally despised. At the moment, his face and eyes obviously changed.

"Martial uncle Liu, the war hall has a good disciple, but he is so rebellious and fierce. I'm afraid it's not the blessing of the war god hall! Let's go!"

Lei qianjue said coldly, then took a deep look at Lingxiao, turned around and left with the people in Lei hall.

His heart was also extremely oppressed. Although it was not his intention for dust-free to challenge long Aotian, it was also his acquiescence, but he lost three fists in long Aotian's hand, which also made him lose face.

So he didn't bother to say hello to others, so he turned and left.

"Don't bother! You'd better take care of your disciples!"

Liu Wenzheng looked at Lei qianjue's figure and said faintly, but when his eyes fell on the seriously injured clean dust, there was still a trace of complex color in his eyes.

At the moment, the eyes of the other vice hall masters fell on Lingxiao.

They suddenly found that compared with Lingxiao, the inner disciples they accepted were dim. This time, there was only one bright pearl, Lingxiao!

"Good! The body is unparalleled, the fist power is beyond the world, and there is a faint winner. Martial uncle Liu, the talent of long Aotian is extraordinary. I didn't expect such a big surprise for the promotion of internal disciples this time!"

Yang Fan's eyes were full of surprise.

With the cultivation in the early days of the kingdom of God, he defeated the perfect Wuchen in the kingdom of God. Moreover, Wuchen is not an ordinary king of God, and his talent is also very strong. Such anti sky combat power shows that long Aotian's talent is extremely terrible.

Yang Fan even wondered if long Aotian was carrying a holy body, otherwise how could he have such terrible physical power?

"His talent is pretty good, hahaha..."

Liu Wenzheng also said with a smile. His eyes were full of incomparable comfort.

"Long Aotian, are you willing to join our heavenly temple? If you are willing, I am willing to accept you as my closing disciple, and my master, Lord God of war, will also give you advice!"

Yang Fan suddenly looked at Lingxiao and said eagerly.

Liu Wenzheng was still smiling, but he didn't expect Yang Fan to suddenly stab someone horizontally, and his face was green.

"Xiaofanzi, your skin is itchy, isn't it? Dare to rob people with martial uncle? Long Aotian is from our war hall. No one wants to rob!"

Liu Wenzheng is about to run away. Finally, there is a peerless genius who is willing to join the war hall. How can he be robbed by others?

Yang Fan immediately smiled bitterly and said, "martial uncle Liu, I'm afraid you know the current situation of the war hall. With long Aotian's peerless talent, if you enter the war hall, I'm afraid it will delay his talent. As long as he is willing to worship me as a teacher, I will teach him with my heart, and the LORD God of war will also instruct him. With his talent, he is expected to become a saint within ten thousand years!"