After another violent collision, Qiao Ye and Wu Junjie retreated toward the rear at the same time.
After pulling away from each other, Wu Junjie stretched out his hand, and a treasure appeared in his palm. It was a golden dragon seal. After Wu Junjie lifted it into the air, the golden dragon seal rushed directly into the sky and turned into a small golden dragon.
He bared his teeth and claws in the air, then dived towards Qiao Ye.
Qiao Ye snorted coldly and said, "You think you are the only one who has the Noble Phantasm!"
Buzz!
There was a crisp sound of swords, and Qiao Ye threw the Thousand Spirit Sword directly.
The Thousand Spirit Sword kept churning in the air, and soon became the size of a normal flying sword, and then began to differentiate continuously. One after another, the phantom swords continued to appear, filling the sky in the blink of an eye.
Buzz, buzz!
There were bursts of sword sounds, and the phantom swords quickly merged into one, turning into a sword river, galloping, and colliding with the golden dragon.
Boom!
A huge explosion sounded, and the golden dragon charged, pushing the phantom sword away continuously, and rushed directly into the sword river, charging continuously.
But even if the sword river is shattered, the scattered phantom swords will still fly back quickly, slashing down from all directions and piercing the golden dragon's body.
As the golden dragon fought against Jianhe, air waves suddenly rolled in the sky, making loud buzzing noises, and even the clouds floating in the sky were shattered.
On the other side, Qiao Ye and Wu Junjie were not idle either. They were fighting with their treasures in the sky. On the ground, Qiao Ye rushed forward again and slapped Wu Junjie with a palm.
Breaking the Heaven Palm, Mahamudra!
As Qiao Ye slapped his palm forward, an almost invisible large handprint appeared and was pressed directly in the direction of Wu Junjie.
Wu Junjie was also fearless. He roared angrily, raised his fist to meet him, and struck hard with the handprint. After blocking the big handprint, he punched Qiao Ye.
"Gathering Spirit Wave Spin Kung Fu!"
Wu Junjie punched out, and the invisible spiritual power in the air condensed, suddenly turning into a ripple vortex that appeared in front of Qiao Ye, and blasted towards Qiao Ye.
Qiao Ye puffed up her chest and her body glowed with golden light.
Nine-turn golden body, golden divine body!
With a bang, the ripples and vortex hit Qiao Ye's body, making a loud explosion and even the surrounding ground was shattered to pieces.
Qiao Ye staggered backwards. After a few steps, he stood upright, dusted himself casually, and showed contempt for Wu Junjie. The power of the Spirit Gathering Ripple Technique was quite impressive, but it could not break the Golden Lord.
Divine body.
Wu Junjie grinned and said, "I must admit that you are better than the trash I have seen before!"
As Wu Junjie spoke, he stretched out his thumb and index finger to create a gap.
"But..." Wu Junjie said contemptuously: "That's all."
Qiao Ye was too lazy to talk nonsense to Wu Junjie. She opened her fingers with her nails and stretched her hand directly forward.
A drop of blood was swung out by Qiao Ye, and then split continuously in the air, becoming densely packed.
Hundreds of bloody battles, one confusing style!
Wu Junjie stepped back a few steps, stretched out his hand to press forward, and used the Soul Gathering Ripple Skill again. The constantly rotating ripples appeared again, blocking Wu Junjie in front of him, trying to absorb the blood drops that were spilled.
Block off.
But, at this moment...
Hundreds of bloody battles, two styles of beheading!
Qiao Ye stretched out her hand and made a fierce tugging movement. The blood beads instantly turned into blood lines, spreading all around Wu Junjie, and then they suddenly gathered together!
Wu Junjie had a cold look on his face, watching the blood line wrapping around him, and threw out another treasure, but it was a jade pendant.
The next moment, the jade pendant bloomed with brilliance, and layers of silver-white barriers suddenly appeared around it, entangling the blood lines that swept over it.
Qiao Ye raised her eyebrows, stretched out her hand again and said: "Three moves, piercing!"
Boom, boom!
Suddenly there was a roaring sound from the ground around Wu Junjie, and then, the ground continued to crack open cracks one after another, and bright red blood thorns suddenly pierced out from the ground, coming towards Wu Junjie from all directions.
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When Wu Junjie saw it, he immediately bent his legs slightly and jumped into the air to avoid the sudden attack of the blood spikes.
However, those blood thorns kept appearing, and soon they became densely packed, directly covering a large area under Wu Junjie's body.
"Hundred Fire Fist!"
Wu Junjie roared and then punched.
Liang Chen also used this Bailie Fist. It is a boxing and martial arts technique that is passed down among the guards. All the guards who have received awards have the opportunity to learn it.
However, the same boxing technique used in Liang Chen's hands is completely different from that in Wu Junjie's hands!
Boom, boom, boom...
Wu Junjie's fists were extremely fast. Along with the bombardment, fist prints fell from the sky one after another, falling into the blood thorns below, constantly shattering the blood thorns, and at the same time, deep pits appeared on the ground.
, was forced out by Wu Junjie.
After a moment, the bloody thorn below was flattened, and Wu Junjie fell from the air and stood back on the ground.
Wu Junjie looked at Qiao Ye, twisted his neck and said: "The warm-up is almost over, how about you show some real skills?"
Qiao Ye said with stern eyes: "As you wish!"
At Qiao Ye's feet, black smoke kept pouring out and surrounding Qiao Ye's body. A smoke cloak made of condensed black smoke appeared behind Qiao Ye, fluttering in the wind.
Qiao Ye reached out, grabbed a handful in the black smoke, and pulled out the black spurge from the black smoke.
On the other side, Wu Junjie took a deep breath and clasped his hands together in front of him.
Behind Wu Junjie, a dark glow appeared, flowing continuously like water, stroke by stroke, and constantly sketching, and soon condensed the image of an evil ghost, with a wide mouth and a broad nose, disheveled hair, and a mouth.
Fangs, there are dense wounds on his body.
Martial spirit, the devil is in chaos!
Out of spirit, bloodthirsty Rakshasa!
The next moment, Qiao Ye and Wu Junjie rushed forward again.
Qiao Ye came with black smoke, and the black spurge in his hand danced forward, and a large black smoke rolled forward like a wave.
Behind Wu Junjie, the virtual image of the Rakshasa demon soon overlapped with Wu Junjie's body, shrouded directly outside Wu Junjie's body, and then rushed into the black smoke.
Bang, bang, bang!
The moment Wu Junjie rushed into the black smoke, the black smoke kept making explosive sounds, and Qiao Ye's black smoke continued to explode one after another.
After a while, Wu Junjie penetrated the black smoke and came to Qiao Ye. He raised his hand and slapped forward: "Netherworld Ghost Claw!"
Wu Junjie grabbed it with one hand, and a dark ghost claw appeared on top of Qiao Ye's head and smashed it down hard.