Facing Shen Yuanwu's full blow, even Wei Yang couldn't fully withstand it.
Accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, his body fell out, flew rapidly through the air, and crashed into a semi-paralysed pavilion not far away. The pavilion was shaken violently, and it collapsed, directly submerging his body.
Among the broken bricks and tiles.
Outside, only a huge dragon fist pierced through the skeleton was left.
"snort!"
Looking contemptuously at Wei Young's exposed fist buried under the pavilion, Shen Yuanwu raised his right hand casually, and silver stars flashed between his fingers.
Members of the Yuanwu Sect have always practiced both star and martial arts, and Shen Yuanwu is no exception. His star power attribute is the thunder element.
A huge lightning ball quickly formed on his palm. Looking at the slowly clenched dragon fist, Shen Yuanwu raised the corners of his lips coldly.
"Go to hell!"
He waved his right hand, and the huge lightning ball immediately crashed down on the ruins of the pavilion where Wei Young was buried.
Crack, crackle, the electric beam on the thunder ball made a sound.
Passing through the air, it drew a dazzling trace of light.
Seeing the lightning ball hitting the ruins, a figure suddenly appeared in mid-air above Dragon Fist.
The man in black clothes and black hair, with a handsome face that was as white as jade reflected by the lightning on the lightning ball, was none other than Beichen.
He raised his hands and waved his sleeves, golden light rose, and the lightning ball exploded instantly, turning into a sheet of light points and dissipating everywhere.
Shen Yuanwu squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the young man who appeared in the dissipating silver light spots. He easily recognized the young man in front of him. He was the young man who had competed with him in the Nine-Star Colorful Lotus in the Northern Wilderness.
"Beichen, you are finally here!"
Beichen ignored him, just folded his wings and landed on the ground, grabbed the Dragon Fist that was trying to climb out of the ruins, and pulled hard.
puff!
Dust and smoke rose up, and Wei Young, who was buried underneath, was brought out by him.
His head, face, and body were covered in smoke and dust, one arm was broken, and the dragon arm on the other side was also covered in blood.
Having known Weiyang for more than two years, this is the most embarrassing time Beichen has ever seen him.
"You're here!" Seeing Beichen, Weiyang raised her lips and smiled at him, "When you meet Xiaotongtong, don't tell her about this, it's too embarrassing!"
"Boring!" Beichen scolded with a frown.
Shen Yuanwu's eyebrows also wrinkled.
In front of such a powerful enemy like him, with death imminent, they are still in the mood to chat?!
"Since you two are here, let's die together!" There was obvious anger in his tone.
Weiyang stood up from the ground unsteadily, took a step, stood beside Beichen, and whispered, "This guy is difficult to deal with, don't reserve your strength!"
Taking a breath, he took a step forward.
As soon as his arm tightened, a strong white hand pulled him. Holding his arm, Beichen pushed and pushed his broken bones back to their original positions.
"I'll do it!"
After saying these two words, Beichen pushed him away, his body disappeared from the spot, and he rushed towards Shen Yuanwu.
Wei Yang was thrown to the ground by him. Looking at Beichen's figure turning into a stream of light, Wei Yang just frowned, "You are like this every time..."
While cursing, his blood-covered dragon arms were already gently resting on the ground, and he flew up, rushing towards Shen Yuanwu behind Beichen.
At this time, Wei Young's wounds were already healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. As a descendant of the dragon clan, he not only had the ability to transform into a dragon, inherited the powerful power of the dragon clan, but also continued the powerful healing ability of the dragon clan.