Heaven Defying Supreme - Chapter 2382

Tan Yun, who was relieved, couldn’t dodge in time, and punched his right fist.

“Boom!”

In the crisp sound of impact, a tyrannical force poured into Tan Yun’s right arm and reached his body, and Tan Yun’s mouth sprayed blood and was blasted away.

“Boom!”

Then, the ten thousand feet of the black cauldron rolled towards Tan Yun with an increasingly terrifying aura, and the void was crushed everywhere it went.

In Fu Chashu’s view, this time, Tan Yun will definitely be abolished, and his sanity will be wiped out by the shocking soul.

Originally, he didn’t intend to kill Tan Yun, he wanted to capture Tan Yun alive and let Tan Yun die slowly in the torture, but now Sun Wuliang is at stake, so he can’t care so much anymore, he just wants to kill Tan Yun as soon as possible, To save Sun Wuliang.

After all, it is not easy for me to come out of my own Eastern Continent Divine Sect, such as Sun Wuliang, as a first-level powerhouse of the Supreme Dao Ancestral Realm.

So now Fuchashu wants to get rid of Tan Yun as soon as possible and help Sun Wuliang.

“Buzz!”

When the Wanzhang Black Ding was about to crush Tan Yun, the Hongmeng Taoist armor condensed on Tan Yun’s body, and his right fist slammed out, “Break it to me!”

“boom!”

After Tan Yun punched the soul-suppressing cauldron, under Fu Chashu’s unbelievable gaze, the cauldron was instantly covered with shocking huge cracks.

“Crash!”

“How is this possible? This Sect Master’s Soul-Suppressing Divine Cauldron is a low-grade, supreme Taoist ancestral tool, how could it be smashed to pieces by your punch!”

Fuchashu’s heart turned upside down, and the soul-suppressing cauldron in his sight shattered like a ceramic, turning into pieces and scattered into the void.

Tan Yun turned a deaf ear, revealing a monstrous killing intent in his eyes, “Hongmeng Slaughtering the Divine Sword Art!”

Immediately, Tan Yun’s breath skyrocketed wildly, the sixth level of the Taoist holy realm…the Taoist holy level was perfect…the eighth level of the Taoist ancestor level, and soon after breaking through the great Taoist level, it didn’t stop until the first level of the high Taoist ancestor level.

“Woooo-“

Immediately, waves of the five elements, wind and thunder, time, space, death, and light poured out of Tan Yun’s body, and then got into the Hongmeng Excalibur in his right hand.

“Whoosh whoosh—”

With killing intent on his face, Tan Yun performed the Hongmeng Divine Step, flashing in a mysterious trajectory from the Hongmeng Void, and swung out a sword curtain that was both rigid and soft.

Obviously, Tan Yun wants to use the most powerful supernatural power in Hongmeng Slaughtering Sword Art: Hongmeng Intangible.

Suddenly, to the horror of Fuchashu, Tan Yun disappeared.

In fact, Tan Yun did not disappear, but because he was blessed with three times the speed in the Hongmeng Tu Divine Sword Formation. On this basis, Tan Yun used Hongmeng Invisibility again, not only the power increased tenfold, but also the speed increased. ten times.

Therefore, it is difficult for Rao to capture the trajectory of Tan Yun’s movement because Rao is a rich Chashu in the second-level ancestral realm of the highest Taoism.

At this moment, Fu Chashu’s right hand sacrificed a jet-black divine sword with the attribute of death, and the power of the ancestor of death in his body poured into the divine sword frantically.

He held his breath and stared at all around him with all his attention. His heart beat louder and louder. In his nervousness, he was ready to fight back at any time and give Tan Yun a fatal blow.

At this moment, he is not despising Tan Yun, but puts Tan Yun at the same height as him.

“kill!”

Suddenly, Tan Yun appeared in the Hongmeng Void behind Fuchashu, clenched the Hongmeng Divine Sword in both hands, and swung a sword towards Fuchashu.

“Boom-boom!”

A 10-million-foot-long Motian Jianmang, which contained the power of eleven kinds of attributes, smashed the void, and with a terrifying aura, devoured it towards Fuchashu.

Na Hongmeng’s invisible tens of thousands of feet of sword light locked Fuchashu, giving Fuchashu the feeling that there was only one battle to avoid.

“Dongzhou Divine Art: The Thousand Kills of Death!”

As soon as Fuchashu made his move, it was Dongzhou Shenzong’s Zhenzong Gongfa: Dongzhou Divine Art, not only that, but also performed the third greatest magical power in Dongzhou Divine Art.

“Shhhhh-“

Fuchashu was fighting with high spirits, his left hand picked up the magic formula, and his body turned around in the air, and the sword lights of the death to the high Taoist ancestors only a thousand feet long were released, and a thousand strokes were released.

The thousand black sword lights converged into a torrent, destroyed the void, and slashed towards the invisible sword lights of Hongmeng.

“Bang bang bang-“

With the piercing and rushing loud noises, the tens of thousands of zhang huge invisible sword lights of Hongmeng, after destroying hundreds of sword lights, and the remaining black sword lights, collapsed into the void together.

“It’s so strong!” Fu Chashu was horrified, but he never thought that the third supernatural power of his Dongzhou magic would be cracked by Tan Yun.

In his heart, even if the great powers of the highest ancestral realm, such as Fang Zixi and Sun Wuliang, faced their own death, the Thousand Jue Slash would be a life-and-nine death, but what about Tan Yun? Not only did he not die, but he was also unscathed, how could he not be shocked?

“Why, you still want to kill me and save Sun Wuliang with this ability?” Tan Yun stood in the air, his white hair fluttered, and his eyes showed mockery.

“Smashed, you are so arrogant, this sect master will definitely destroy you today!” Fu Chashu, who was worried about Sun Wuliang, cursed, without any unnecessary nonsense, and raised the black divine sword in his right hand.

After the jet-black divine sword flew away from the palm of his hand, it suddenly soared to a huge one million zhang from the void.

“The second greatest magical power of Dongzhou Divine Art – refining a sword with a soul, the mana is boundless!”

Fu Chashu’s hands danced mysterious trajectories out of the void. Suddenly, his black death, the supreme ancestor soul, flew out of his mind and got into the black sword of millions of feet. Immediately, inside the sword A terrifying aura that made Tan Yun tremble.

“Buzz-“

Fuchashu standing in the sky, when his expression was dull, a black body-protecting light curtain with a diameter of 10,000 meters condensed on his body.

This body protection light curtain is called Dongzhou Body Protection Technique. When Fuchashu displays the second greatest magical power of Dongzhou Divine Art: when he uses his soul to refine his sword, Dongzhou Body Protection Technique will automatically activate, relying on extremely powerful defenses. force to protect Fuchashu’s body.

“Death to Lao Tzu!”

Tan Yun used the Hongmeng Hegemony Body, and his body size had skyrocketed to 480,000 zhang.

Tan Yun raised the Hongmeng Slaughtering Sword in both hands, and with all his strength, rushed towards Fuchashu from the void, raised the sword and cut him down. Tan Yun was confident that once the body of Fuchashu was killed, its attack would Do not attack yourself.

But at this moment, after Fuchashu’s death, the ancestor soul of the supreme Taoist was refined into the million-zhang black sword, he didn’t care about his own body, but danced in the sky. Ninety-nine jet-black sword lights emerged out of thin air from all around the jet-black sword, and the jet-black sword was surrounded by stars like the moon.

“Tan Yun kid, even ten of you can’t break through this Sect Master’s Dongzhou Body Protection Technique!” An extremely confident voice came from the jet-black sword.

Tan Yun, who held the sword in both hands, turned a deaf ear, and slashed fiercely on the light curtain of Fuchashu’s body protection.

“Bang!” With a loud bang, the protective light curtain trembled violently, but it was intact and showed no signs of breaking.

“Damn, such a strong defense!” When Tan Yun was shocked, Hongmeng thought of the old voice of Fucha Shu in the sky, “Tan Yun, it’s time to end it.

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