Dugu Changkong used his own strength to pave the way, causing a group of old guys in Dizhou to regress, and even laid the foundation for Qingzong's revival.
Now, it depends on the performance of the juniors.
If the younger generation fails to live up to expectations, it will be useless no matter how strong Dugu Changkong is.
The future world belongs to the younger generation.
"Roar--"
The son of the demon let out a low roar, his body was tall and muscular, like a hill.
Before entering, the senior officials of Xuanji Sect untied the iron chains, so that the Demonic Son was freed from restraints and could exert its full strength.
This is the first time that the son of a demon has enjoyed the feeling of being without shackles. His body is light and very comfortable.
In order to celebrate this short-term freedom, the son of the demon decided to eat Wu Junyan in front of him, leaving not a single bone.
He gained mobility and took off the mask on his face, revealing his ferocious face.
The teeth are sharp and the lips cannot wrap around them at all.
The cracks at the corners of the mouth spread all the way to the back of the ears.
He stared at Wu Junyan with fierce eyes, treating him as prey.
After a moment of confrontation, the son of the demon suddenly smiled, and licked his lips and complexly arranged teeth with his long scarlet tongue. The fierce light in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and murderous intent suddenly emerged.
"Bang!"
In the blink of an eye, the son of the human demon shattered the void beside him with one foot, and rushed towards Wu Junyan at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye.
Wu Junyan's simple punch made him feel tremendous pressure before it even hit him. The clothes on his chest were shattered, his skin and flesh collapsed, and there was a faint trace of a punch mark.
Wu Junyan pushed out a palm with his right hand, and mysterious light came out from the palm, like ocean waves, with powerful force.
"boom!"
With a startling sound, the son of the demon was knocked back several steps, but his fist failed to land on Wu Junyan.
Then, the son of the demon attacked again, clenching his fists, and his strength was much stronger than before. A storm suddenly rose in the starry sky, and the power of his fists shattered the void for dozens of miles in front.
Wu Junyan did not defend or retreat, but also punched out, intending to confront the son of the devil head-on.
"Boom"
A big explosion occurred in the area where the confrontation occurred. Both sides retreated, and no one benefited.
Afterwards, Wu Junyan took the initiative to attack and used boxing skills. Several strands of law were wrapped around his arms, containing a trace of the true meaning of the Tao.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The Son of a Human Demon and Wu Junyan had a close hand-to-hand fight, their fists touched the flesh, and the void collapsed.
Everyone watching the battle was shocked.
Especially those who are well aware of the strength of the Son of Man and Demon, they did not expect that Wu Junyan could withstand it.
"Qingzong's Taoism."
A very small number of Mahayana monks clearly saw the Taoist techniques used by Wu Junyan.
"The Four-ji Quan has been practiced to the point of entering the palace."
Qingzong has a total of five top secret techniques, namely: Taiqing Four Elephant Fingers, Eight Parts of Wandering Dragon Palm, Four Extremes Fist, Ten Directions Sword Controlling Technique, and Great Fu Shadowless Body Technique.
"Wu Junyan is hiding deep enough!"
The senior officials of each sect asked the juniors who participated in the Baimai Feast, and found that Wu Junyan had never seen Wu Junyan use these Taoist techniques. Obviously, Wu Junyan had been hiding his clumsiness and holding back.
"There is a huge gap in cultivation between the two. Even if Wu Junyan has superb magical powers, there is no chance of winning."
At present, it seems that the two sides are in a state of balance. However, as the battle continues, the situation will soon change.
Within the barrier, the battle was fierce.
"Bang"
Wu Junyan punched through the left shoulder of the Demon Son, exposing his pale bones.
At the same moment, the son of the demon also took action, hitting Wu Junyan hard in the heart.
Wu Junyan pursed her lips tightly, feeling that her vision went dark and she almost fainted.
A mouthful of heat surged from his belly to his throat, but Wu Junyan forcibly suppressed it and swallowed it back.
"Rumble..."
The two kept fighting, and the area turned into ruins. The space exploded, like a crystal ball shattering, with dense cracks all over it.
"You surprised me."
After dozens of blows were exchanged, both sides retreated a certain distance, both injured. At this time, the son of the devil spoke. His voice was very hoarse. It must have been that he had not spoken for many years.
"So you still have self-awareness."
Wu Junyan initially thought that the son of the devil was a puppet.
"Jie..." The son of the demon sneered, glanced around, and said without hesitation: "I still have value, and those guys certainly don't want to erase my consciousness."
"The feeling of being controlled by someone is very painful!"
Wu Junyan said in a calm tone.
Hearing this, the son of the demon showed a fierce expression, and his anger could not be concealed.
"I'll help you out."
As he spoke, a three-foot sword was held by Wu Junyan.
Wu Junyan is not a pure swordsman, but he still has some understanding of the way of swordsmanship.
"Whoosh!"
The sword light flashed, and Wu Junyan raised his sword to kill.
"Roar!"
The son of the demon roared loudly, and his whole body was filled with thick black air. It was obvious that he was going to do something serious.
What Wu Junyan said just now made the son of the devil angry.
Originally, the son of the demon was teasing his prey, but now he has no such intention. He just wants to bite the prey in front of him to death and then taste its flesh and blood.
"Qiang——"
The sound of the sword was deafening, and thousands of sword shadows appeared, all pointing at one place.
The expression of the son of the demon was very ferocious. The nails on his hands and feet suddenly became much longer. The nails were pitch black, like extremely sharp magic weapons, exuding a cold chill.
"clang!"
The sword struck out, but was blocked by the son of the demon with the nail of his index finger, making a sound of weapons clashing.
The next moment, Wu Junyan changed his offensive, the sword tip was slightly slanted, slipped through the fingers of the Son of Man and Demon, and stabbed between his eyebrows.
"Zheng!"
The son of the demon immediately tightened his fingers and clamped the sword.
At this time, the tip of the sword was only one foot away from the center of the eyebrow.
Wu Junyan found that it was difficult to take back the sword, which was fixed by huge force.
"break!"
Wu Junyan was not anxious about this and remained as usual.
With a strong twist of his right hand, a layer of mysterious law patterns appeared on the surface of the sword, which spread to every part of the sword body, cutting off both fingers of the Son of Man and Demon.
"I want your life!" The son of the demon hurriedly stepped back a certain distance, looked down at the injured position, his expression was ferocious.
Soon, the severed finger was rebuilt.
Thick black fog appeared in a large area of the battlefield, and countless terrifying black hands stretched out from the fog. Thousands of skulls appeared above, which was eerie and terrifying, striking directly at the soul.
Wu Junyan waved his sleeves to disperse the approaching black mist.
However, no matter how Wu Junyan used his magical powers, it was difficult to drive away all the black mist, and his body was slowly swallowed up.
Ordinary monks outside could not see the situation in the thick fog and were very anxious.
Only powerful people with Mahayana and above can spy on the changes in the battle situation.
"tear--"
The body of the Son of the Human Demon is covered with black hair, and his long nails can cut Wu Junyan's flesh if he touches him.
"Zheng——"
Shifang swordsmanship, Qingzong's top art.
The sword light in the sky penetrated the thick black fog, leaving dozens of sword marks on the body of the son of the demon.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
When the heroes heard the sound of battle, their hearts trembled slightly and their mouths became dry.
Half an hour later, a beam of light suddenly broke through the thick fog and reached the highest point of the battlefield barrier, which was very dazzling.
Immediately, Wu Junyan soared into the sky and harnessed thousands of sword lights. From top to bottom, the sword chanted like a dragon.