As Zuo Zhicheng finished speaking, he had already taken off his coat, and the muscles, bones and tendons on his body surged violently again. In an instant, from 1.8 meters to a small giant as tall as two meters and seven meters. The muscles were like giant dragons, rising and falling on his body, shaking the air. ⊙

At this time, his arm alone was as thick as an ordinary person's waist, just like a huge steel pillar, with the power to rush into it.

Seeing this amazing scene, the Holy Son of Yanmo also showed a look of surprise in his eyes. However, when he heard what Zuo Zhicheng said, he smiled repeatedly: "Zuo Zhicheng, I don't know where you learned this secret method, which has improved his explosion to an almost level of practice.

But so what? If you haven’t reached the level of practice, you will never know the horror of practice.”

As he said that, he raised his hand and was about to carry Zuo Zhicheng out of the mountain again and throw it down from above.

However, this time, Zuo Zhicheng let out a low roar, and the violent twitching of his body could clearly see the muscles on his body twitching like steel bars, exerting force around his body.

This sudden burst was completely a burst of Zuo Zhicheng's own muscle movement, and he did not use the power of the earth as usual to transmit it.

But this is how it really shows that Zuo Zhicheng's explosive power has reached a level at 2.7 meters. The force of the epidermis muscles in the body is like a dozen or twenty masters standing at the same time, and punching the surroundings with all their strength.

The violent force almost temporarily squeezed the air around Zuo Zhicheng into a substance, and with rolling air waves, it bombarded in all directions like shock waves.

This bombardment directly hit the mental power around the Holy Son of Yama, and it suddenly hit his mental power and failed to operate smoothly. It temporarily lost its power.

After a moment of losing force, Zuo Zhicheng's body suddenly sank, and his whole body fell to the ground like a Tyrannosaurus Rex. When the Holy Son of Yanmo wanted to exert force again and lift him up again, Zuo Zhicheng's hands were like a pair of steel claws. His five fingers soared, and he grabbed the ground tightly. At the same time, his toes pressed the ground hard and grabbed the rock.

The Holy Son of Yama exerted his strength instantly, but he couldn't lift him up.

"Okay, okay, since you don't want to go up, then let me go down!" After saying this, the Holy Son of Yama had once again used the peerless palm technique of hell Nirvana, a mix of countless poisonous gas and smoke. The huge palm of the black clouds fell from the sky and slapped towards Zuo Zhicheng's position.

Faced with the huge black palm that Ye Junxi dared not resist head-on, Zuo Zhicheng snorted coldly, and the blood on his body suddenly rushed quickly.

His body size has increased greatly, and the impact of the blood rushing in his body has become stronger. The Tianhe tilts the capacity technique, making a rumbling sound. It is like an aircraft carrier engine starting, and it is like a waterfall of hundreds of meters rushing down.

The force of Tianhe tilted backwards was at least ten times stronger than that of Zuo Zhicheng using his normal blood. Everyone could even see faint white airflows, which flashed with Zuo Zhicheng's push to his palm, indicating that this palm broke through the sound barrier.

Bo~~ In everyone's eyes, the palms of the two palms collided with each other. Zuo Zhicheng's palm was already huge enough, but it was slapped by the giant black palm. It looked like the palms of babies and adults, but the result was completely opposite.

The power far beyond the calculation of the Holy Son of Yanmo burst out in the black giant palm. The giant palm was torn to pieces in an instant, and countless black smoke and black gas. Particles were carried to all directions by the shock wave.

With one palm, Zuo Zhicheng's eyes remained unchanged, and he was on the ground with all his limbs, and at the same time exerted force, it had completely disappeared from the sight of the Holy Son of Yama.

A yin area flashed, and he had turned into countless flashing lights and shadows, and then appeared ten meters beside the Holy Son of Yama again. Then he swept across the ground with one palm, rolling up countless mud and stone snow, and slapped at the Holy Son of Yama like a shotgun.

No, with Zuo Zhicheng's current explosive power, the stone he waved over was definitely more powerful than a shotgun. I'm afraid that even the stone could smash the iron shield when it hit a piece of iron shield.

However, this move is a little insufficient for the Holy Son of Yanmo, just to make the other party unable to see him for the time being.

Sure enough, facing the flying mud, stones, snow, and the Holy Son of Yanmo did not blink, the martial arts body of Hell Yama had already flew out, and his fists were hit with thousands of fists and shadows.

However, his fist was not a real fist, but was pinched into countless shapes of ghost claws, accompanied by extremely condensed airflow.

The martial arts of the Hell Soul-washing Sutra, the Han Claw of the Ten Thousand Ghosts and the Han Dynasty, and the current Hell Yama, not only has the form and artistic conception of the surging ghosts, but also uses the secret techniques of the Hell Gate to stimulate the power of the mind and spirit, reducing the intensity of the movement of the surrounding air molecules, forming a cold current like the darkness of hell.

The power of this moment was greater than the previous several attempts by the Holy Son of Yanmo. Obviously, as he entered the realm of virtual practice, he became stronger almost every moment.

A crackling sound came, and the pieces were blown by the cold air, and then swept by the shadow of the claws of Hell, and in an instant they had turned into thousands of debris and scattered.

At the same time, the green phantom flashed slightly, and the Pluto's magic sword had continued to spread, amplified, and turned into a galaxy to cover Zuo Zhicheng's direction.

But before the Pluto's magic sword was completely enveloped, a light sword more than three meters long pierced out and swept the smoke and dust around it. Zuo Zhicheng swung a cross-slashing technique and three divine light swords that were more than three thumb-sized, cutting the Pluto's magic sword into countless pieces.

By cutting countless particles in it, he temporarily cut off the connection between the particles inside the Pluto Sword.

While slashing, Zuo Zhicheng's figure also flashed, and he had already cut the arm of the Holy Son of Yanmo with a sword.

Originally, Zuo Zhicheng's punching speed could exceed the speed of sound at 2.7 meters, but now he holds a three-meter-long divine light sword in his hand, and the linear speed at the tip of the sword is almost 4 or 5 times that Zuo Zhicheng's arm swing.

The lightsaber cut towards his arm at a speed that the Holy Son of Yama was completely unable to see clearly, could not detect, or even think. If he hit the target, even the power of the mind could not capture the light, he would definitely cut through the Holy Son of Yama.
Chapter completed!