Eighty miles to the west of Burial Dragon Ridge, a fateful duel has reached a fever pitch.
In order to avenge their master and get rid of future troubles, Master Yuan and his two brothers pushed their efforts to the limit, leaving no room for killing.
In an instant, the mountains and peaks were torn apart, and the area within a radius of ten miles was devastated by the interlacing energy.
After several hours of fierce fighting, Mr. Yuan, who did not have the magic silk boots, was erratic under the floating air, and gradually lost the opportunity.
Suffering from the disease often leaves no room for respite, and Ming Qi and martial arts techniques come out one after another.
"Control the air and change the wind!"
The six-level ultimate move was combined with Fu Tianchang's extremely profound skill. The wind-turning whip was as heavy as a powerful dragon soaring and swept with great force. Mr. Yuan was unable to defend and was struck by the wind dragon's tail whip.
The majestic energy was as powerful as the impact of a mountain. Master Yuan's body was immediately injured, with vermilion vomiting from his mouth and his body retreating.
"Cangfeng·Hanyu!"
The opponent is frustrated, Futian often seizes the opportunity, and the seventh-level ultimate move is lucky again. The surrounding frost freezes into a sword, and the killing power is full of life for the young master.
With no way to survive, Mr. Yuan fought hard to resist.
"The spirit beast has thirteen toes. The head fell into the underworld and never saw the sky!"
Raising his hands to receive the energy, the qi transformed into a pillar, leading straight into the nine deep secluded areas. In an instant, the sky and the earth split apart, and the black and yellow color faded, leaving only the underworld.
The violent clashes, the collision and explosion of the ultimate moves caused waves of energy like ripples, stirring up the mountains and rocks in all directions.
Puff puff......
A series of explosions sounded, and rubble fell into powder for dozens of miles.
After the extreme move, the two figures faced each other and each was injured.
The scene was completely silent except for the sound of heavy breathing.
"Come again!"
After a brief pause, Mr. Yuan shouted loudly, floated his palms to catch the rain and thunder, and then displayed the power of the thirteen toes of the Lingsha.
"I don't dare or forget my teacher, I just use this to show you my profound skills!"
Fu Tianchang has a sharp look in his eyes, and his energy penetrates the sky. He uses his palms to move the black and yellow energy, and absorbs all the breath in the surrounding area.
"Tianshi. Qi Xuanhuang!"
Just as the ultimate move was about to be launched, a black cloud suddenly appeared in the distant sky and enveloped the earth.
"The devil's breath is foreboding!"
A deep shout came from the sound of countless flapping wings, and then the devil's breath spread out into a wave of crows, overwhelming the sky and hitting Mr. Yuan!
Suddenly something unexpected happened, Mr. Yuan's complexion changed slightly, he decisively gave up his troubles and used the Waterfall Move to face the tide of crows.
Boom boom boom...
The palm force struck into the black tide, making endless thunderous sounds, and the black tide turned into a crowd of crows exploded into bursts of mist clouds, all of which disappeared under the strong attack.
Mr. Yuan's moves also disappeared from heaven and earth due to exhaustion of power.
On the side, Wen Tianchang did not take the opportunity to join forces with the attackers to attack Mr. Yuan. Instead, he dispersed his ultimate moves and looked up at the sky.
Whoosh!
There was a sound in the sky, and a royal staff fell through the clouds, standing upright between the two of them.
Keng!
The scepter flew down to the ground, causing extended cracks on the ground, and then the heaven and earth reappeared with magic feathers covering the sky.
"The calamity of the eight-winged demon has been opened, all demons have returned to one emperor, the universe is turning around, and the disasters in the world have responded."
The strong wind pressed hard, and the Demonic Breath Emperor slowly descended.
"Emperor Demonic Breath, I hope you can give an explanation for your behavior just now!" Seeing that the one who attacked him was the Demonic Breathing Emperor from the Yuliang Emperor's camp, Mr. Yuan's face darkened and he asked.
However, Emperor Demon Breath ignored Mr. Yuan and turned to Fu Tianchang: "Entrusted by Kunpeng, I am here to help you destroy your enemies!"
As soon as these words came out, Mr. Yuan's face changed drastically and he took a step back unconsciously.
The implication of the words is self-evident. Emperor Demon Breath has long been in secret communication with Ji Kunpeng, and his appearance here now means that Emperor Yuliang is in danger.
With one against two, Mr. Fang knew that he had no chance of winning, and he had the intention of retreating.
"Thank you for your kindness, but this is a personal enmity. I should understand it myself. Please step aside and don't interfere!"
Fu Tianchang shook his head at the Demon Breath Emperor, then turned to Young Master Yuan and said: "One move, and then all the hatred will disappear!"
Mr. Yuan, who had originally intended to retreat, regained his fighting spirit after hearing these words.
"Okay! Let's settle the old grudge with one move!"
Seeing this situation, the Demon Breath Emperor was speechless, but he had been in this difficult situation for so long and knew that most warriors in this plane tended to be upright and pursue a fair fight.
Knowing that persisting would only cause Fang Tianchang to be dissatisfied, he pulled up the Devil's Breath Prediction, spread his black wings behind him, and retreated to the outskirts of the battlefield.
The fighting atmosphere was solemn, and Young Master Yuan and Fu Tian often stood facing each other, their energy surging into a fighting spirit.
"Excellent style. No style!"
The tenth level of the Ming Qi Martial Arts Code first appears in the world of mortals, and the troubled sky is always as heavy as the abyss. It collects the wind and clouds of a hundred miles, and condenses the ten thousand sky seas.
Upon seeing this, Mr. Yuan moved his floating hands in his palms, and slowly raised his hands, the air floated in all directions.
"The final form of the floating hand. Predict the rain and save your life!"
In the end, they were victorious, and there was no other way to think about it. Almost at the same time, the two of them turned into a sharp shadow and rushed towards the other.
boom!
The two palms met, and the two most powerful palm moves in the world collided with each other and erupted with a shocking explosion, destroying all the dust in a radius of hundreds of miles.
"I never thought you could escape the limit of floating!"
After a moment of contact, Mr. Yuan discovered that the opponent's palm power was not affected by the floating energy. When the power was fully exerted, the power of his own moves was very different from it.
Due to the sudden defeat, Mr. Yuan's internal organs were injured and he flew backwards.
"I'm going to take your life again, Jin Shi. Wu Shi!"
The disease often urges the ten levels of Yuan Gong again, hoping to seize the opportunity to win.
On the other hand, Mr. Yuan made a miscalculation and landed on the ground unsteadily. He was also hit by a fatal move. In the crisis, he did not care about the damage to his body and used the mirror-reverse move in an instant.
"Reverse. Floating hand!"
Extreme Palm Nai Yuan, reversing the weather, strong anti-martial arts ten levels of extreme moves.
The move returned, and Yan Tianchang was caught off guard. He stood up and suffered a blow, and was immediately knocked back dozens of meters by his own move. Blood was sprayed all the way from his mouth.
"Young Master Yuan, you are worthy of being the first person to master the floating hand to perfection...Gululu, cough cough!"
Fu Tianchang sighed in admiration, blood rolling out of his mouth.
"To be able to restrain the limit of floating, Mingqi Martial Arts, today the Japanese master has learned... Poof!"
Responding hastily, Mr. Yuan reached his limit and suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood before staggering towards the direction of Bamian Linglong.
At the end of the battle, both sides suffered losses.
The Devil's Breath Emperor came to Yan Tianchang's side in a blink of an eye, raised his palms and put his hands on his back to heal his injuries.
After being slightly stabilized, the Demonic Breath Emperor closed his palm and asked: "Do you want me to catch up and deal with Young Master Yuan?"
"No need, Mr. Yuan will be incapacitated even if he receives two ten-fold extreme moves with two palms!"
After saying that, Wen Tianchang staggered and walked in one direction.
Feeling the life passing through his body, and remembering Ji Kunpeng's instructions, Fu Tianchang quickened his pace and ran towards Youhuang Qiushui.
Watching Yu Tianchang leave, the Demonic Breath Emperor turned into a black light and disappeared.
...
Outside Jiangshan Tower, the battle is coming to an end.
"The devil's edge destroys the martial arts, the realm of ten thousand annihilations!"
Yingxiao, I combined my two moves in an attempt to prove my position as the leader of the single-fronted demon sect. The demonic flow attached to the sword and hung in the air. Under extreme pressure, the demonic single-frontal trembled and hummed, making a constant buzzing sound from the sword.
With a single sweep of the sword, thousands of sharp edges pass through, destroying flowers and breaking willows, and the sword light is unstoppable.
Seeing this, Ren Pingsheng breathed in the cold current from heaven and earth, his strength increased by another 50%, and his ultimate move was to break the mirror.
"It's cold in the sky, Hanshan, I wish to return to the world of mortals!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The sword light froze in the sky, the sword energy from both sides suddenly shot out, and the sound of ripping wind could be heard endlessly.
In the end, the edge of the demon sword broke through the cold air and disappeared, leaving a bloodstain on Ren Pingsheng's face.
The winner is clear!
"I, lost!"
He reached out and brushed his cheek, looking at the bright red color in his hand, Ren Pingsheng looked slightly startled.
Winning with one move, Ying Xiao, I did not advance any further, put away the Underworld Emperor's single blade, turned around and walked away.
“For hundreds of years, I have been angry and resentful, and I am imprisoned by a sword in the vastness of the world.
Who can be like me among those who stand alone? I can only sigh for the tallest building in the world."