Fantasy script: I am the villain of destiny

The Heaven Shaking Fist itself is a supernatural power of cultivation technique that can cause great damage to the body.

What's more, the third punch has been released in a row, which is equivalent to enduring the continuous superposition of these three punches!

Ye Xuan kneeled on the ground with his head folded and his right hand hung like a willow in the wind. He raised his left hand expressionlessly to wipe the scarlet from the corner of his mouth.

The three fists of Shaking the Sky failed to kill this fake, and I didn't know whether to admire him or admire his own strength.

Ye Xuan glanced at his right hand, which was still trembling. The price of the three punches was not too heavy. He now felt as if his body was torn into strips of cloth, and even the slightest movement could cause severe pain.

Fortunately, there are mountains and rivers forging the body, otherwise Ye Xuan's original physical body might not be able to do the third punch.

But even so, there are only two strange marks left on Ye Xuan's chest, and one of them is already thin and hazy.

Ye Xuan looked at the impostor in the distance and grinned. He suffered multiple injuries, so the injury on the impostor could never be lighter than his.

"Ye Xuan" forced his body, his pupils shrank and he spat out thick black blood, the Saint Clan mark between his eyebrows changed from gold to blood, and his face was as ferocious as hell, he stared at Ye Xuan, his mouth Spilled scarlet.

"Damn it, damn it!"

"I was created by that great will, and you dare to hurt my body, now you can't atone even if you die!"

"Ye Xuan" said with a grim smile: "I know you seem to have several beautiful confidantes, don't worry, I will take good care of them after you die."

Ye Xuan's expression was indifferent, and after a short battle, he had probably figured out the foundation of this fake.

He completely inherited his strength, realm, magic weapon, chance, and even chance. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would only think it was a fantasy.

If it weren't for the Arabian Nights, then I'm afraid only real gods can do all this.

What only caught Ye Xuan's attention was that the impostor didn't know the memory of his life script system, that is to say, even the great will in the mouth of the impostor could not read the information of the system.

"A counterfeit is always a counterfeit and can never replace anyone."

"yes?"

"Ye Xuan"'s frantic eyes actually pulled out three porcelain vases, which were the Zhengbi Pills sent by the Wantian Sanctuary earlier.

Open the cork and pour out an elixir that is as crystal clear as green glass, just one, and a graceful elixir cloud emerges.

However, "Ye Xuan" swallowed the three Zhengbi Pills in one breath, which is worthy of the Heavenly Rank Pill, but the wound on his body was healed in an incredible instant.

Moreover, the aura of the body has skyrocketed at a terrifying speed, but it has risen to the eighth level of the Venerable Martial Realm in the breath!

Ordinary people are like a treasure as long as they get a Zhengbi Pill, and they are not even willing to take it out.

What's more, there are people who regard Zhengbidan as a family heirloom, how can there be such a wasteful thing as him to eat at one time.

"Ye Xuan" sneered at Ye Xuan who was motionless.

"Why, don't you dare to eat like me?"

"Anyway, I came from you, and I don't feel bad at all, but you can't be like me."

"No matter what the price is, I can afford it, because as long as you die, I will be reborn in the outside world as you."

"But you can't."

"I said, you can't be my opponent."

Ye Xuan stared at the counterfeit but pulled up the ancient coupon rack again, and the world was silent.

"Ye Xuan" frowned slightly, and said with some pity: "So you've already exhausted your skills and will only rely on this trick over and over again?"

"Even if you cast the Heaven Shaking Fist again, you and I can only throw a third punch at most, it's just mutual consumption."

"But behind me is the whole town santa tower, can you compare with me just because you are an ant?"

"Ye Xuan" also pulled up the ancient fist, and said indifferently: "Since you insist on doing this, then I will let you die convinced. I want you to know that I am more qualified to inherit the name of Ye Xuan."

The two strong fists resisted and collided with each other, and no one was evenly matched.

Taking advantage of the surging medicinal power in his body, "Ye Xuan" began to stride forward, ignoring the severe pain coming from his body, and a confident smile raised at the corner of his mouth.

Although Zhengbidan claims to have no side effects, it is only in the state of normal consumption. He is now taking three pills in a row. If there is no way to consume the medicinal power in time, I am afraid that even he will be forced to death!

It's just that he doesn't care at all, he already has the chance to win.

It was also the Heaven Shaking Fist, but because he swallowed three Zhengbidans in a row, his first punch must be much stronger than Ye Xuan.

In a situation where both sides are very similar, as long as they can seize the opportunity to suppress the other side, there is a chance to kill the other side in one go!

"Ye Xuan" jumped high and his fists were unparalleled in the world. In comparison, Ye Xuan's fists and even fists were far less powerful. He laughed wildly.

"Die!"

Ye Xuan, who had been struggling to suppress his fists, raised his head and said lightly with a smile on his face.

"Damn it, it's you."

"Ye Xuan" was stunned for a moment, then looked at the oncoming fist, his face full of shock and disbelief.

If the fist that "Ye Xuan" wields is like a candle, then the sky-shaking fist that Ye Xuan wields now is really like the blazing sun in the sky!

Whether it's boxing intent or boxing skills, Ye Xuan, the real master, is several times more than a fake!

"Ye Xuan" shouted out of control in a shrill voice: "This is impossible, everyone is the first to shake the sky, and I swallowed three Zhengbi Dan, why is your fist stronger than mine? !"

Ye Xuan's seven orifices began to bleed, and he looked a little shocked, but he was still smiling and even laughing loudly.

"Who told you that I was the first punch!?"

"Ye Xuan" seemed to have thought of a possibility, and his face began to panic and fear.

"How is this possible, you lunatic, you really don't want to die?"

"You know that with this punch, even yourself..."

Ye Xuan interrupted the impostor's words and said with a smile: "I will die, right? Don't worry, I won't die, because I have to go to the ninth floor, then the guy who created you will be beaten!"

Finally, Ye Xuan's fist also fell on the fake.

Even if the impostor tried his best to block the punch at the end, he found out in desperation that both the magical powers inherited from Ye Xuan and his own holy clan spells were especially insignificant in front of this punch.

Because of this fist, it can shake the sky.