Di Yu turned his head and looked at the boy-faced old man with heavy hair. He said expressionlessly: "Old Feng, I also heard some things after I came out of seclusion. At the ancient martial arts conference, your Sealed Heaven Holy Land was in the hands of this boy Ye Junlang.
We have suffered a big loss. Although the Xuanyuan lineage is a branch of our imperial clan, it cannot be humiliated. The Ancient Martial Arts Conference of the Fengtian Holy Land was repeatedly humiliated by Ye Junlang. I heard that in the capital, Ye Junlang even killed you, Fengtian.
A great saint in the Holy Land, Mr. Feng, is he going to swallow his anger?"
The old man called Feng Lao is the ancestor of Fengtian Holy Land.
Judging from the aura that Fengtian Patriarch himself exudes, it is clear that he has already broken through the realm of gods and is a powerful man in the realm of gods in the true sense.
Having reached the level of the Ancestor of Fengtian, he would certainly not be provoked and angered by Di Yu with just a few words. He said in a calm tone: "If Xuanyuan Yanhuang can defeat or even kill Ye Junlang in a battle, then for such a useless person, I will Fengtian."
Naturally, the Holy Land is not as good as it seems. On the contrary... Haha, we will talk about the rest later."
The words of Ancestor Fengtian are profound. If Ye Junlang loses this battle, the Fengtian Holy Land will not bother to care about a useless person; conversely, if Xuanyuan Yanhuang loses, the face of the Imperial family will be lost.
Damaged.
"This son has the fate of Qinglong, and his body is nourished by Nine Yang Qi and blood. Even though he has not yet reached the level of the Great Sage, his combat power is beyond imagination."
An old man in black clothes who had been sitting quietly with his eyes closed spoke. His face was thin but angular, and he had a sharp aura about him, like a gun with a tip that contained endless power to destroy calamity.
Di Yu and Ancestor Fengtian glanced at the old man, but they did not speak.
Of course they knew the identity of this old man - Li Sheng, the previous Pavilion Master of Shenglong Pavilion, and now he has also achieved the level of enlightenment.
In addition, there is a Western man sitting on the left side of the room. It is also impossible to tell his true age. He is wearing a black robe with gold trim, and his whole body exudes a divine aura.
This turned out to be the God Lord, the God Lord from the heaven of gods!
Next to the Lord of God, sits an ancient Buddha with a haggard face and an extremely old age. His eyes are slightly closed, holding Buddhist beads, and the corners of his mouth are moving, as if he is reciting sutras silently. This is the ancient Buddha Maya from the ancient Buddhist sect.
In addition, there is an old man with a burly body and bronze skin. He looks very old, but the aura he exudes is extremely strong, filled with a killing momentum of blood and fire, like a burst of iron-blooded war.
The god of war.
He is the contemporary master of the Temple of War, the master of the Temple of War!
Everyone in this room has reached the state of spiritual connection. They are gathered together, seeming to form constraints on each other and achieve a balanced effect.
"The battle has begun!"
At this time, Patriarch Fengtian suddenly spoke.
Immediately, one after another looked towards the arena involuntarily.
Even the ancient Buddha Maya, who had been sitting quietly chanting sutras silently, opened his eyes that had experienced many vicissitudes and contained infinite wisdom, and looked towards the arena.
Di Yu's eyes also became focused, with a little bit of edge in his eyes.
Although Xuanyuan Yanhuang is said to be a side branch of the Imperial Clan, he still belongs to the Imperial Clan, and to some extent represents the face of the Imperial Clan.
In addition, Xuanyuan Yanhuang has awakened the emperor's blood, and his own bloodline is considered very strong among the imperial clan, making him a disciple worth cultivating.
Invisibly, Di Yu was also very concerned about the outcome of this battle, hoping that Xuanyuan Yanhuang could bring glory to the Imperial clan.
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Battle arena.
Following the referee's order, the battle between Ye Junlang and Xuanyuan Yanhuang officially began.
Xuanyuan Yanhuang Emperor's blood burst out, his black hair flew, and a powerful pressure from the Great Saint Realm filled the air. He crushed Ye Junlang with an unparalleled momentum. This was his own pressure from the Great Saint Realm.
Invisibly, it was like an undercurrent surging, sweeping and engulfing the area where Ye Junlang was.
Ye Junlang's eyes darkened, and his own Nine Yang Qi and blood were already erupting, evolving into a gravity field, isolating the oppressive momentum of Xuanyuan Yanhuang from outside.
"Xuanyuan Emperor's Domination Fist!"
Xuanyuan Yanhuang's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and a murderous intention was surging. He activated the most powerful martial art inherited by the Xuanyuan family, and took the lead in launching an attack.
boom!
With a punch, the power of the Great Sage swept across, containing an extremely powerful power of the emperor's blood, making this punch demonstrate the supreme power of an emperor dominating the world, as if an emperor came in person to dominate the world.
In this world!
Ye Junlang's face was slightly awe-inspiring. Although Xuanyuan Yanhuang was in the perfect state of the first level of the Great Sage Realm, based on his powerful bloodline, his combat power was far beyond that of the ordinary first-level warriors of the Great Sage Realm. He had his own characteristics.
An invincible momentum at the same level.
"Shatter mountains and rivers with fists!"
Ye Junlang shouted coldly, and the original power of Qinglong boiled. The supreme power of Qinglong exploded along his fist, urging the Jiuxiao Shanhe Fist's fist to attack forward.
Ye Junlang wanted to go head-to-head with Xuanyuan Yanhuang to gauge Xuanyuan Yanhuang's combat strength.
Bang!
The fists of the two were bombarded in the void. When the fists collided, a terrifying wave of energy erupted, sweeping in all directions.
After the punch fell, Ye Junlang remained motionless. He looked at Xuanyuan Yanhuang indifferently and said, "You only have this strength? With this strength, do you want me to die?"
Xuanyuan Yanhuang's eyes flashed with a sense of rage. Even if he didn't use all his strength in the punch just now, his martial arts level was higher than that of Ye Junlang.
Ye Junlang was able to receive his punch attack so easily, which made him feel uncomfortable and had an indescribable feeling of resentment.
"This is just the beginning! I will repay the blood feud of the Xuanyuan family with your head!"
Xuanyuan Yanhuang spoke word by word, his eyes turned red, and his murderous intent reached its peak.
"Blood feud? Fuck you blood feud! I didn't even say it, so what qualifications do you have to raise it? Want to kill me? Want to take your life!"
Ye Junlang shouted coldly, and his body was filled with a little bit of blue-gold brilliance. A blue dragon's energy was filling the air. The billowing energy and blood surged into the sky, as bright as the sun. The evolved gravity field stirred the power of heaven and earth, manifesting
I have an invincible power.
"Dou Zi Jue!"
Ye Junlang spoke in a low voice, and he activated the fist seal of the Dou Zi Jue. His own fighting spirit and fighting spirit activated his strongest state, and he showed the aura of fighting against the heaven and the earth.
"Fist transforms Nine Suns!"
Ye Junlang rushed towards Xuanyuan Yanhuang, and used the Dou Zi Jue to activate the fist to transform Nine Yang. A series of fist marks were imprinted in the air, stimulating his Nine Yang Qi and blood, and the endless power of Nine Yang Qi and blood gathered.
Entering the fist seal manifested in the void, nine completely different fist intentions were revealed, and that extremely powerful force locked Xuanyuan Yanhuang.