Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1487  Heaven-Breaking Fist Against Blue-Eyed Golden Eagle (3)

The burly man standing in front also frowned.

"Patriarch Zhuo Yu, forget it." An old man standing in front sighed.

Forget it.

He was not going to be saved.

The others nodded slightly.

In this encirclement, the Myriad Flower Immortal Empire was the greatest enemy.

The burly man standing in front had a complicated expression.

He was the leader of the Zhuo Yuan Tribe, Zhuo Yu, an expert at the True Spirit Realm.

However, at this moment, he could only choose not to help the two Golden Crows who were alone.

He watched them die.

"Father, the Golden Crows who came to the wasteland have basically been recruited by my Zhuo Yuan Tribe. These people might have been bribed by the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty."

The green-armored young man suddenly spoke, his voice so loud that everyone was stunned.

These words made many people narrow their eyes.

Right!

What a coincidence!

Why were these people attacked by the Blue-eyed Golden Eagle and happened to be here?

"Zhuo Tang, don't be nonchalant, casual, and indifferent." Zhuo Yu waved his hand and looked at the golden eagle that had already pounced down.

"Father is right." The young man named Zhuo Tang bowed and looked around. "Seniors, since those two are destined to be sacrificed, let them make the right sacrifice."

Make their sacrifices even more tragic and attract the attention of the human race."

Zhuo Yu's eyes flashed with suppressed anger, but she did not speak.

Some of the old men around him looked calm, while others had complicated expressions.

Anger flashed in someone's eyes.

"Haha, Crown Prince Zhuo Tang's intelligence is unparalleled!"

Someone exclaimed in a low voice, then smiled and said, "People who do great things don't care about small details. Crown Prince Zhuo Tang is good at scheming."

There were a few laughs around, but the people in front of him who clearly had magnificent bearings did not laugh.

Zhuo Tang lowered his head slightly. Dissatisfaction and smugness flashed in his eyes.

So what if he was talented? So what if his bloodline had awakened to the blazing sun?

The situation was chaotic. Those who did not enter the True Spirit Realm were all ants!

"Boom—"

Ahead, the golden-winged bird had already crashed down.

A golden divine light exploded.

The light flashed and transformed into the phantom of a magnificent Great Sun Golden Crow.

Streams of light intertwined on the Golden Crow's body, from red to purple.

"Ninth level Essence Spirit Realm, Golden Crow bloodline awakening. Who is that?"

"What a blazing bloodline power. It has at least awakened to the Blazing Sun Realm. Who is this? Why don't we know?"

There was an uproar on Zhuo Yuan's side.

Everyone watched as the Golden Crow pushed the Blue-eyed Golden Eagle away.

With such powerful strength, the Golden Crow bloodline had already awakened to an unimaginable level.

"Who the hell is over there?" Zhuo Yu slowly turned her head and looked at the people behind her.

Everyone shook their heads.

Zhuo Tang shrank his head.

"Bang!"

Han Muye flew up and threw the spear in his hand.

To a ninth-level Essence Spirit Golden Eagle with its eyes closed, the damage from the spear was not much.

The spear was thrown. The golden eagle raised its claws and blocked it. Then the spear shattered.

Behind Han Muye, the silver essence spirit light condensed into an armor.

He moved and punched the sky.

Heaven-Breaking Fist!

This version of the Heaven-Breaking Fist incorporated dozens of inherited Golden Crow fist techniques, forming 48 styles.

Every move and move carried the boldness of the Great Sun Golden Crow Clan.

His body was like a long dragon that had no regrets.

"Good fist techniques, fist-arts!"

In the distance, someone shouted.

No matter which world it was, there would always be more admiration for people with advanced cultivation talent.

Seeing Han Muye's fist techniques, many people felt that it was a pity.

If such a person had the opportunity to grow, he would definitely step into the true spirit realm in his life.

"Bang!"

The fist shadow collided with the claws of the Blue-eyed Golden Eagle.

The Blue-eyed Golden Eagle's eyes flickered with a golden light as its body suddenly rose 30 feet.

Han Muye also paused slightly and fell.

However, he turned his body, neutralizing the falling force, and landed on the head of the Blue-Eyed Golden Eagle in a flash.

One punch!

The Blue-Eyed Golden Eagle raised its wings to block its front.

The fist shadow collided with the wings, causing a golden stream of light to explode.

The defense of the Blue-Eyed Golden Eagle was so strong that even a ninth-level Essence Spirit would find it challenging to injure it.

Han Muye's blood surged as he laughed.

He unleashed his fist techniques, and golden shadows rained down.

The Blue-eyed Golden Eagle could only barely resist with its wings and claws and struggled in midair.

Countless eyes widened.

Was there really someone in the world who could defeat mutated beasts of the same level with just fist techniques?

Wasn't it always the power of mutated beasts that far exceeded the power of the various clans in the Great Desolate?

The essence spirits and true spirits activated by the various races came from the Primordial Divine Beasts.

This bloodline power transformed into a true spirit in the end, and its strength was not much different from the primordial beasts.

However, even if there was not much difference, there was still a difference in strength.

Very few people could fight against mutated beasts of the same level with their physical bodies and fist techniques.

"The power of the Golden Crow is the power of the top divine beast in the Primordial World, and this Golden Crow clansman's fist techniques are extremely profound."

Someone from the distant spectating race spoke.

"That's right. This person's fist techniques have already reached the stage of transforming into a Golden Crow."

The various races in the vast wilderness placed great importance on the cultivation of fist techniques, fist-arts, but they placed great importance on strengthening their bodies.

Very few people cared about fist techniques against enemies.

When one's cultivation reached a high level, there were very few people who used fist techniques to fight against enemies.

"That Golden Crow Clan is quite interesting." Tens of thousands of miles away, on a tall chariot, a burly man in a green robe and a Three Yuan Golden Circlet crown had a strange expression.

"Yes, this person's fist techniques are quite interesting," an old man in grayish-black armor beside the burly man said softly.