Under Ren Wuji's feet, he was originally wearing a pair of cloth shoes with a thousand-layer sole. As he twisted the soles of his feet, the shoes turned into countless fragments, and something like a layer of scales grew on the old man's bare ankles.
"You really go to any lengths for power! You actually fused your body with the dragon soul. So, are you a dragon now? Or a human?"
Qin Lang looked at Ren Wuji with a faint smile.
Of course, Ren Wuji is a human being. In Ren Wuji's body, although the dragon soul has merged with him, it has not occupied his soul.
But the dragon soul is too domineering, and it has been trying to invade Ren Wuji's body these years, so Ren Wuji walked on the snow on the Antarctic ice sheet. On the one hand, he tempered his state of mind, and on the other hand, he suppressed the dragon soul.
In Ren Wuji's view, perhaps after reaching the divine realm, the dragon soul would no longer have the power to resist him, and he could completely suppress the dragon soul.
As the saying goes, wealth is gained through danger. If Ren Wuji wants to become a god, he will naturally have to bear certain risks.
At this moment, Ren Wuji wanted to break through to the divine realm, so he naturally had to use the power of this dragon soul, so as soon as the ice and snow dragon came out, it rushed towards Qin Lang with a simple and unruly aura.
Ren Wuji punched out the Raging Dragon Fist, and his arm was like a dragon head. The dragon head was either angry, contemptuous, or cruel, with various expressions. It condensed into a huge fist, and the sound of dragon could be faintly heard in the air.
The groaning sound was quite shocking.
Ren Wuji's punch almost made him a god.
However, no matter how close you are to the Divine Realm, you are still just a Grandmaster, and to deal with Qin Lang, it is not as good as the Divine Realm. These people are not even qualified to compete with him.
"Don't you want to know the power of the gods? If you can hold on to my punch, you can become a god. If you can't hold on, you will have no chance of becoming a god."
Qin Lang put his hands behind his back, looked at the darkest sky before dawn, and said: "I don't like darkness, I like light!"
"The martial arts of heaven and earth, the eleventh form, Dong Ye Ming!"
As Qin Lang slowly raised his arm and punched out slowly, the entire space seemed to be half a beat slower. Ren Wuji's Raging Dragon Fist was relatively slower at this moment.
"What's going on? Why do I feel like everything around me is slowing down?"
"Yeah, it's hard to even lift your arms!"
"Look, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
"Made, I'm tired of even raising my eyelids, and I'm still looking at nothing!"
Under Badaling, countless people looked up despite the physical discomfort, only to see Qin Lang's fist moving very slowly, inch by inch, to Ren Wuji's chest.
Ren Wuji's fists were equally slow. On his fists, the huge dragon head was spitting out dragon's breath that was half a meter long. Let alone the fist, even this dragon's breath could freeze a large number of people to death!
Calculated based on the simplest distance, Qin Lang's fist would be hit by the dragon's breath before it reached Ren Wuji.
Ren Wuji is very confident that he can defeat Qin Lang with this punch. The dragon's breath is half a meter long and the dragon's head is half a meter long. Within one meter, the power is still superimposed. Even if the opponent solidifies the space and can slow down the speed,
There is no stopping the power of his fists.
But what Ren Wuji didn't expect was that when the two fists met, a huge black hole actually appeared in Qin Lang's fist!
In the black hole, countless small ion particles with lightning are involved in each other. When Wuji's dragon breath is sprayed in, it is like waste paper thrown into the trash can. It is quickly decomposed and melted by those ion particles, and then becomes part of the black hole.
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From the dragon's breath to the dragon's head, a distance of half a meter, the black hole at Qin Lang's fist was like a machine that kept swallowing the past, without any hindrance, and was torn apart and dissipated by the black hole.
When the dragon head came, the black hole in front of Qin Lang's fist suddenly grew countless times. The originally extremely slow speed around him suddenly became extremely fast as the black hole changed. One slow and one fast.
, Ren Wuji's fist was swallowed up by the black hole in Qin Lang's fist at lightning speed.
'Bang...'
Originally, people thought that they could not withstand Ren Wuji's Raging Dragon Fist, but they did not expect that Ren Wuji's attack came with loud thunder and small raindrops, and a huge dragon was devoured cleanly under Qin Lang's fist.
When Ren Wuji's arms were all included in the black hole on Qin Lang's fist, it was too late for Ren Wuji to withdraw his arm. He could feel that the suction in the black hole was so powerful that it seemed to swallow his entire body.
It's normal to go in.
This is the original power of the universe!
Just a small snow dragon, how can it compare with the original power of the universe that fills the world?
Ren Wuji felt a sense of despair. In despair, he still roared and refused to give up.
How could a quasi-god-level powerhouse give up so easily?
"Open it for me! The Fury of the Crazy Dragon!"
In Ren Wuji's anger, all the transformed scales on his body suddenly bounced up and bounced around like broken bombs. Countless dragon scale fragments exploded, as if a thousand firecrackers were set off.
"Even if it is not low, I will die with you!"
Ren Wuji's desperate blow was enough to destroy the world. Even an ordinary god-level powerhouse would probably avoid such a suicidal attack first.
But Qin Lang is not a god-level strongman. Faced with Ren Wuji's fatal move, Qin Lang twisted his arm slightly and said casually: "Since it is the night of the cave, there is only darkness, how is it possible without light?"
As he spoke, as Qin Lang twisted his arms, the dark night above the sky, which was originally as thick as ink, twisted with Qin Lang's movements. The dark night seemed to be a piece of paper covering the sky, which was slowly torn open and rolled up.
, and finally torn into pieces!
For a time, there was a burst of light!
"Oh my God! It's dawn!"
"Holy shit, it's just the sun!"
"Nah, is there such a magical operation? Is this still a human being?"
Countless people stood below and were dazzled by the sudden appearance of the sun, but they would rather look up with tears in their eyes, not wanting to miss such a wonderful and shocking scene.
On Qin Lang's arm, the originally dark black hole suddenly became bright and turned into a dazzling white light.
His fist produced a huge repulsive force, spitting out all the fists and arms that Ren Wuji had just punched in. This force was extremely strong, like a high-power fan blowing, and Ren Wuji faced
The action of blasting the dragon armor against the big fan was like throwing pieces of paper against the big fan.
The final result was that all these dragon scales returned to Ren Wuji's body, but they were voluntarily punched out when they came out, but they were forced to pierce into his body when they came back!
'Puff puff puff...'
Countless hard dragon scale fragments pierced Ren Wuji's body. Ren Wuji's body, which was still strong after transforming into a dragon, was pierced by these countless dragon scale fragments, like a deflated rubber ball, and instantly shriveled up.
The force of the dragon scale's bombardment was also extremely powerful, driving Ren Wuji's body and knocking him away fiercely.
This was the first time that Ren Wuji was knocked off the beacon tower, but it was also the most miserable one. He fell directly from the ancient city wall that was 100 meters high, and fell into the endless forest, where his life and death were uncertain.
"It's over, it's over!"
"The ancestor of the Ren family has been defeated!"
"Holy shit, it's too scary. This is not a fight. This is gods fighting. Those rain prayers in ancient times are far behind compared to these two people!"
"Qin Changkong defeated Ren Wuji, wouldn't the Ren family be unlucky?"
"This Kyoto is going to change!"
Countless people were talking about it, but Ren's family felt like they were mourning for their heirs, and they had no intention of discussing it with them.
"Is the ancestor dead?"
"No way? The ancestor is immortal, how can he die?"
"Would you like to go look for it?"
Everyone in the Ren family discussed in whispers.
Shan Biqin had a livid face and a head full of silver hair. She looked so wealthy, but her face was ferocious and hateful.
"Where is Ren Qing's evil obstacle? She must be nearby. Go and capture her. Patriarch Wuji is no match for Qin Changkong. As long as he captures Ren Qing, Qin Changkong will not dare to make any mistakes!"
Shan Biqin's eyes were filled with blood, and she gritted her teeth and stamped the crutch in her hand.
"Are we really going to offend Master Changkong completely?"
Beside Shan Biqin, an old man coughed and asked in a low voice.
An imperceptibly cruel smile appeared at the corner of Shan Biqin's lips: "The intrigues between big families are all forged with blood. If I don't do this, will Qin Changkong let my family go?" (To be continued)