Ding! Mr. Yin reacted very quickly, holding sticks in both hands and holding them in front of him to block the water sword.
And he groaned, and retreated several hundred meters away.
"This is not the artistic conception of clouds, nor the artistic conception of rain! This is the artistic conception of clouds and rain!"
Mu Feng jumped up and soared upwards. Clouds of smoke and raindrops followed behind him, rolling back up. It looked spectacular.
"Yunyu, melt!"
Mu Feng stepped on his right foot, and surging spiritual energy surged out, turning into a long spiritual sword and shooting into the clouds and raindrops.
The moment the Lingyuan sword collided with the clouds and raindrops, it was like ice melting, completely blending into the billowing clouds and raindrops.
Cloud smoke, raindrops and spiritual energy are perfectly integrated into one.
Roar! A shocking roar resounded from behind Mu Feng.
I saw a huge eighty-foot cloud dragon rising into the sky. The huge dragon head dragged Mu Feng's body and rushed towards Mr. Yin quickly.
Looking carefully, this cloud dragon uses the Lingyuan sword as its keel, the endless cloud smoke as its body, and the endless raindrops as its scales! "Old guy! I'll let you experience the power of the cloud and rain artistic conception!"
Mu Feng stood tall on the dragon's head, his cold eyes gleaming with cold light as he stared directly at Mr. Yin who was retreating in front of him.
The moment he saw this dragon of clouds and rain, Mr. Yin's expression completely changed. He actually felt a strong sense of crisis in this dragon of clouds and rain.
Mr. Yin's eyes were solemn, he bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the beast stick.
Ho ho ho! After eating away the essence and blood on the surface of the Beast Stick, all the lines on the stick lit up, and scarlet light shot up into the sky, dyeing the entire sky blood red.
"Beast King Demon Stick!"
Yin Lao held the beast stick with both hands, roared angrily, and suddenly swung the long stick out.
Roar! The moment the Beast Club blasted out, countless bloody lights surged out, turning into a sea of blood.
And from the sea of blood, a blood-colored dragon whose size was no less than that of the Dragon of Yunyu rushed out and collided heavily with the Dragon of Yunyu.
Bang bang bang! Above the two dragon heads, Mu Feng and Yin Lao were fighting fiercely. The sword energy and stick shadows swept across the sky, and the sounds of countless gold and iron clashes continued to resound.
"cut!"
Mu Feng's eyes were sharp, and the fire stream of his right sword suddenly slashed out. The sword intention, clouds and rain, and the rising sun artistic conception merged into one, and he instantly stood on top of the blood dragon's head.
This sword was so terrifying! The blood dragon's head exploded directly, and then the huge dragon body continued to collapse, spreading from the dragon's head to the dragon's tail.
The huge blood dragon was destroyed by Mu Feng's sword.
Mr. Yin's expression changed greatly, he stepped forward with the soles of his feet, and quickly retreated towards the rear.
Roar! The Dragon of Yunyu roared and roared, opened its huge mouth, and devoured Mr. Yin.
Mr. Yin snorted coldly, held the stick in his right hand, and swung it out fiercely, destroying the head of the Dragon of Clouds and Rain.
But what made Mr. Yin look ugly was that the moment the head of the Dragon of Yunyu collapsed, it quickly recovered and continued to attack him.
The entire sky was filled with clouds and rain. No matter how many times Mr. Yin destroyed the Dragon of Clouds and Rain, the Dragon of Clouds and Rain could quickly recover.
"Cut again!"
Mu Feng still stood on the dragon's head and slashed out with his sword again. The three artistic conceptions merged into one and hit Mr. Yin's face hard.
Mr. Yin's face changed drastically, and he kept avoiding him. His figure was extremely embarrassed.
"Three cuts!"
"Four cuts!"
"..." Mu Feng's voice was like the power of heaven, resounding throughout the nine heavens.
The crowd on the ground were all dumbfounded. They raised their heads and watched helplessly as Mr. Yin was forced back by Mu Feng's sword after sword.
As Mu Feng slashed out with his sword, injuries began to appear on Mr. Yin's body, and blood dripped from the sky.
"Even Mr. Yin, who is at the peak of the first-level Martial King, was suppressed! Isn't this kid too terrifying?"
"Damn it! Doesn't this mean that without King Wu of Zhenguo, no one in the Lihuo royal family can deal with this son!"
"..." The crowd's eyelids twitched and their hearts trembled.
Mu Feng's power completely refreshed everyone's outlook.
It turns out that it is simply unheard of that the ninth level of the Minghai can be so powerful.
Lihuo King Yu Huacan's expression changed completely. When he saw Mr. Yin being suppressed by Mu Feng, his heart trembled.
"Your Majesty! We must ask King Wu of Zhenguo to take action!"
Yu Yuyu was so anxious that he no longer cared about Yu Huacan's mood and hurriedly knelt in front of the latter.
At this moment, Yu Yuyu was more frightened than anyone else.
He knew very well how unkind and unjust what he did to Mu Feng was.
Once Mu Feng defeats Mr. Yin, he will definitely settle the score with his queen, and by that time, his life may be at risk.
"Hey! I'm going to invite King Wu of Zhenguo!"
Finally, the last trace of luck in Yu Huacan's heart disappeared, and he turned around and walked quickly towards the depths of the palace.
"Eighteen cuts! Death!"
The moment Yu Huacan took his first step, Mu Feng's cold and shocking voice sounded in the void.
I saw a bright sword light flashing out of the void.
This sword light is too dazzling! With the sword coming out, the clouds in the sky completely set off terrifying cloud waves.
Crash! Then, dense raindrops fell from the sky and fell to the ground with majestic force.
In an instant, the entire royal capital was covered with a hazy curtain of rain.
From the depths of the cloud waves, a shrill scream was heard, and then an embarrassed figure quickly fell from the clouds and landed not far in front of Yu Huacan.
Bang! The moment the figure fell, the ground exploded instantly, and the billowing air waves pushed it horizontally with overwhelming force.
Yu Huacan's whole body was filled with spiritual energy, and his right hand turned into a claw, and he slammed it on the ground, and then he could barely stabilize his body.
Yu Yuyu's cultivation level was too low. Fortunately, Tu Sanqian dutifully stayed by his side and protected him in front of him with his body, thus saving Yu Yuyu from such a terrifying impact.
When the air waves gradually subsided, Yu Huacan reluctantly stood up and found a huge pothole in front of him.
And in the center of the pit, a figure covered in blood was twitching continuously, its breath was weak, like a candle in the wind, it might be extinguished at any time.
"Old Yin..." Yu Huacan's heart trembled, his eyes narrowed into needles, staring closely at the old man in the pit.
"Yu... Hua... Can! You... you... why... are you... still here?"
Mr. Yin also saw Yu Huacan, his eyes widened, he was so angry that he choked out such a broken sentence, and then he breathed his last without resting in peace.
But even if Mr. Yin died, he still glared at Yu Huacan, as if asking him why he hadn't informed King Wu of Zhenguo until now.
"We must... we must hurry up and invite King Wu of Zhenguo!"
From the moment Mr. Yin died, Yu Huacan could no longer maintain his grace and was completely panicked.
He used his body skills in a panic, and wanted to rush into the depths of the palace.
Bang! Suddenly, a sword light shot down from the sky and struck Yu Huacan in front of him instantly.
"King Lihuo! Where do you want to go?"
A cold and murderous voice slowly came from the void, making Yu Huacan stiffen. Then he raised his head with difficulty and looked at the young man walking down from the void step by step...