"What? The Tianyong Holy Dynasty is so arrogant? Only you are sent?" The leader of the Death Clan sneered, looked at Ye Huang with disdain, and said loudly.
At first, he was shocked, but when he saw Ye Huang alone, he returned to his arrogant nature. He naturally knew that Ye Huang's cultivation had reached the peak of the Holy Tribulation, and his combat power was extraordinary!
If he was the only one, he might still respect him three points, but now he is not alone, but a whole five people at the peak of the Holy Tribulation. Ye Huang, alone, wants to touch them? It is simply ridiculous!
"One general is enough!"
Ye Huang snorted coldly and looked down at the person from the Death Tribe. The halberd in his hand struck down in the air, as if he regarded the Death Tribe person as an ant and planned to kill him with one blow!
This is a kind of arrogance, but also a kind of domineering. His eyes burst out with astonishing murderous intent, with a sense of arrogance. The golden armor on his body shines with overwhelming light, like a bright sun.
The halberd in his hand made a hunting sound, bursting out with a world-shattering edge, soaring thousands of meters across Cangxiong, as if it was about to cut the entire earth in half. Killing intent and sharp energy intertwined and swept across, shaking all directions!
As a holy general of the Tianyong Holy Dynasty, he has experienced countless battles in his life and walked out of the mountain of corpses and blood. The arrogance in Ye Huang's heart is naturally beyond the reach of ordinary people. Even if he is facing the peak of the holy calamity of five dead underworld tribesmen,
He is still arrogant and despises the other party.
"snort!"
Facing Ye Huang's sharp move, the leader of the Death Tribe snorted coldly, and the power of death surged out crazily. The tall figure became more solid, and the pressure that bloomed swept across all directions.
, as if he had transformed into a real god of death.
Without his instructions, several other members of the Death Tribe also erupted one after another. The rich power of death swept across all directions, intertwined with the power of death erupted by the leader, forming a sea of death that shook the entire world.
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The waves condensed by the power of death, one wave higher than the other, were so spectacular and majestic that everyone present trembled and kept retreating, for fear of being affected by this terrifying battle.
Even Liu Feiyu and others are no exception. Many disciples of the Butian Sect have long since left the palace complex of the Butian Sect and retreated to the outside of the Cangmang Mountains to watch this shocking battle from a distance!
"It seems that the Qiankun Holy Realm also knows about the Death Nether Clan's invasion of the Heavenly Realm!"
"But, can this one strong man be able to stop those people from the Death Tribe?"
When the saints and elders of several superpowers saw Ye Huang's arrival, they were first surprised and then worried.
If Ye Huang can destroy those people from the Death Nether Clan, everyone will be happy, and they can even make plans, all with Ye Huang's hands, to cripple the Shenxian Sect and cut off the Shenxian Sect's intention to become the overlord of the Yuanhua Heavenly Realm.
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But once Ye Huang cannot defeat the people of the Death Clan, then... everything will be over!
The saints and elders of several superpowers were staring at the shocking battle in the sky above Butian Sect. With such a battle, the entire Yuanhua Heavenly Realm has never appeared again except for the battle against the Death Tribe in ancient times.
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"boom!"
The golden halberd collided with the wave of death, and the terrifying power swept across all directions, like a stormy sea, destroying everything around it, with a deafening sound of explosions and rumbles.
Even those disciples of the Butian Sect who retreated outside the Cangmang Mountains felt their eardrums hurt, as if they were about to be shattered, and they retreated again in horror.
Even Liu Feiyu and the other three saints of the Butian Sect retreated to a very far distance. In the scene, only Wang Feng and other members of the Shenxian Sect still stood with their hands behind their hands, quietly watching the shocking battle.
Feng may not be able to kill the strong men at the peak of the Holy Tribulation, but he can still resist the aftermath of their battle!
Everyone held their breath, no matter how big their breath was, and stared intently at the center of the battle.
The first move of both sides seemed to be evenly matched. The golden halberd was in a stalemate with the wave of death, and did not gain the upper hand at all. However, both Wang Feng and the others, as well as Liu Feiyu and other three saints of the Butian Sect, knew clearly that it was Ye Huang who
A bit weaker!
Those people from the Death Nether Clan just collided with Ye Huang with their pure strength. Ye Huang, who seemed to have only fired a halberd, actually used the divine power of the Holy Realm. Once the people from the Death Nether Clan also used it,
With magical powers, Ye Huang may not be able to stop it!
"boom!"
Ye Huang's face slightly condensed, and he exploded again. He danced wildly with the halberd in his hand, wielding a cold edge, and kept slashing towards the wave of death. Every collision set off a shocking wave, making the whole world continue to be shaken.
Trembling, cracks in the void spread in all directions like spider webs.
"Little tricks!"
The leader of the Death Tribe sneered, and the power of death that filled his body became thicker and thicker. He asked the other four Death Tribe people to maintain the wave that filled the sky, blocking Ye Huang, while he himself got away and condensed.
The magical power of the Death Tribe!
The Death Nether Race has a long lifespan, a strong body, and a surge in cultivation after death and nirvana, but they have a huge shortcoming, that is, their magical powers take too long to condense, unlike the human race, which can be used instantly.
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Perhaps, this is the independent balance of Tiandao. While it gives them many benefits, it also gives them fatal shortcomings!
Of course, once the Death Nether Clan's supernatural power breaks out, its power will definitely be earth-shattering, far more terrifying than the magical power burst out by the human race at the same level. Even the peerless genius among the human race may not be able to do so in terms of magical power.
Comparable to the magical powers of people from the Death Tribe!
If they are members of the royal family of the Death Nether Clan, the power of their magical powers will be even more terrifying. Therefore, almost every member of the royal family of the Death Nether Clan is surrounded by countless ordinary Death Nether Clan members in order to serve as their
Guards to buy them time to gather their magical powers!
Buzz!
As the leader of the Death Tribe gathered together, the void around him suddenly trembled, twisting in a posture visible to the naked eye. The powerful power of death was pulled by his hands, and a series of flashes of soul-stirring lights appeared.
The inscriptions of breath appeared suddenly and danced with his hands!
Gradually, the power of death intertwined with the death inscriptions, blooming into a dark light like a black hole. The inscriptions shone like dragon shapes arranged in the void, but this dragon shape was different from the real dragon. This dragon shape
He actually has wings!
"Dragon Judgment!"
A flash of light flashed in his scarlet eyes, he roared, his hands kept dancing, and vast power suddenly burst out from the dragon-shaped inscription in front of him, sweeping across all directions!