Although Ouyang Wuliang possesses the Wind Tiger Spirit.
But in front of the white tiger, it was still not enough.
Therefore, the sixth White Tiger Divine Fist fell.
Directly smashed half of the top of Beimang Mountain.
Even Ouyang Wuliang was submerged in it.
Boom!
Large chunks of rocks fell and hit the ground.
Thousands of feet of smoke and dust were raised.
"How is Ouyang Shenzi doing?"
Everyone craned their necks to see where Ouyang Wuliang was.
But the mighty saint and the undefeated saint on the silver warship.
But his expression remained unchanged.
This small setback is far from defeating Ouyang Wuliang!
Whoosh!
Ouyang Wuliang's figure flew out of the smoke.
There was no injury at all on his body.
Although the punch just now was powerful.
But it didn't cause him any harm.
Because of all the power.
They were all blocked by the black robe he wore.
"Defensive holy weapon!"
Xiao Changfeng narrowed his eyes slightly.
I also saw how extraordinary this black robe was.
This black robe with printed patterns turned out to be a low-grade holy instrument.
It is also a defensive holy weapon.
This shows the rich heritage of the Ouyang family.
"King Dan, I admit that you have some strength, but my black-patterned holy robe has extremely strong defensive capabilities, and you cannot break it!"
Ouyang Wuliang stood in the air and looked at him calmly.
He has a strong confidence in himself.
Or rather conceited!
Therefore, from the beginning, he did not regard Xiao Changfeng as an opponent.
Even at this time, Xiao Changfeng performed the sixth White Tiger Divine Fist.
But in front of him.
It's still just a slightly difficult prey.
"It seems that you also possess a tiger-shaped martial spirit, and you don't seem to be weak. In that case, I will play with you!"
The defeat just now made Ouyang Wuliang a little interested in the White Tiger Spirit.
"roar!"
Immediately, the Fenghu Spirit appeared behind Ouyang Wuliang again.
His Fenghu martial spirit is fifteen meters in size.
Although the whole body is colorful.
But there was a strong wind all around, with wind blades and howling winds.
As if it is the master of the wind!
"go!"
Ouyang Wuliang waved his hand.
Immediately, the fifteen-meter-sized Wind Tiger Spirit let out a roar.
Then he suddenly rushed towards Xiao Changfeng.
The Fenghu martial spirit is extremely fast.
Although it is not as fast as the speed of light, it reaches twice the speed of sound.
The air is directly torn apart by it.
A long white wave of air was revealed.
And a ferocious tiger power fell overwhelmingly.
Like a real demon tiger, it wants to tear the tiny Xiao Changfeng into pieces.
Ouyang Wuliang was born with dual martial souls.
Yunlong Wuhun and Fenghu Wuhun.
Although his Fenghu martial spirit has not yet reached evolution, it is very close.
Its power is not as powerful as a monster beast at the ninth level of the Imperial Martial Realm.
"Punch me again!"
Xiao Changfeng's eyes were sharp.
The platinum light shines behind him.
The White Tiger Martial Spirit appeared instantly.
Not only that.
He even entered a fighting state, and the word "王" between his eyebrows was particularly clear.
"White Tiger Divine Fist!"
This is not the seventh White Tiger Divine Fist.
But its power.
But it is more powerful than before.
I saw the white tiger spirit blending into the fist light.
Then he punched.
Like a white tiger roaring out between heaven and earth.
When two tigers fight, one of them will be injured!
At this time, the Wind Tiger Martial Spirit and the White Tiger Martial Spirit.
Fighting in the sky.
Although the White Tiger Martial Spirit is much smaller than the Fenghu Martial Spirit.
But after all, he is the King of Tigers, and he can even compete with the Fenghu Spirit.
"The Great Five Elements Immortal Technique is the supreme technique, and the White Tiger is the king of tigers. How can a mere Fenghu be the White Tiger's opponent?"
Xiao Changfeng's mana infusion.
Clear vision.
Boom!
The Wind Tiger Martial Spirit and the White Tiger Martial Spirit are like two fierce generals on the battlefield.
At this time, they were fighting fiercely.
Both want to tear each other into pieces.
Terrifying battle waves swept across.
It shocked the hearts of all the spectators.
"It's too scary. Is this still a battle between the Imperial Martial Realm? It's just a battle in the Imperial Martial Realm, it's nothing more than that!"
Some people were shocked and looked at the two tigers fighting in horror.
As for Lin Qinggang, Saintess Guangling and others, their hearts twitched when they saw it.
They were very nervous about the outcome of this battle.
"Although Ouyang Wuliang possesses the Wind Tiger Spirit, Senior Dan King's White Tiger Spirit is obviously superior in quality. It's just because of its weaker realm that it can't be crushed. But if this continues, it's hard to say who will win and who will lose!"
As a cultivator of immortality, Dao Sanqian has a more unique vision than others.
At this time, I looked at the fierce battle on the top of Beimang Mountain.
He also gave his own judgment.
"This battle will be of great benefit to you, Sanqian, you should watch more and remember more!"
Saint Tianji spoke calmly.
He was not worried about Xiao Changfeng at all.
Instead, he mentioned Tao Sanqian.
"Yes, Master!"
Dao Sanqian responded respectfully.
Then his consciousness was released, and he watched the battle meticulously.
Time passes gradually.
However, the battle between the Fenghu Martial Spirit and the White Tiger Martial Spirit still had no winner.
Fenghu Wuhun has the advantage with strength.
But the White Tiger Spirit has the upper hand because of its quality.
This way.
It seems that it will take a long time for the two to decide the winner.
This made Ouyang Wuliang's face darken.
He did not defeat Xiao Changfeng with thunderous force.
This is a shame for him.
And now.
This shame grew bigger and bigger in his heart.
His conceited mood gave rise to a little anger.
How could a mere prey be so troublesome?
That being the case.
The only way to end this kind of battle is with a thunder blow.
"Yunlong Martial Spirit, come out!"
Ouyang Wuliang gave a low drink.
Suddenly a large cloud of mist rose behind him.
The clouds and mist are pale golden in color.
Then it quickly condensed into the shape of a real dragon.
The clouds follow the dragon and the wind follows the tiger.