Yang Huang stood quietly in the void, watching with helpless eyes as streaks of steam like the sharpest swords in the world bombarded his body crazily.
Boom boom boom!
After a sound like the explosion of an atomic bomb, a huge vortex was blown out of the sea of demons below, while Zheng Yilong stood there calmly, his expression unchanged.
In his opinion, killing a clone of Yang Huang is not something to be proud of at all.
The Patriarch of Blood River who was watching the battle on the side clenched his fists. He truly discovered the gap between himself and the top experts. He asked himself that under the attack just now, even if he had the blessing of the Sea of Demons, he would still be weakened.
Peel off a layer of skin.
"If you don't show some real strength, you won't be able to get out of this sea of blood today!" Yang Huang's voice suddenly sounded behind Zheng Yilong.
As a pure ** practitioner, his speed has reached extremely terrifying levels, exceeding the speed of light tens of thousands of times, and he is able to keep his physical body intact under the impact of huge speeds.
To be honest, Zheng Yilong's previous steam probably did not even reach the level of 10% of the Dao Realm Dzogchen. It is indeed more than enough to deal with the middle stage of the Dao Realm. However, it is a pity that Yang Huang's clone has a body that can completely rival the Dao Realm Dzogchen monks.
Zheng Yilong had not realized this yet, so he was destined to suffer a big loss. When Yang Huang's voice sounded from behind him, he was simply shocked because he was not alert.
At this moment, Yang Huang held the Black God Sword with both hands. At the same time, a dim black light also lit up on the sword body, but this black light contained all of his swordsmanship strength.
His swordsmanship is actually not as good as Zheng Yilong's, but if combined with the first level of his immortal body, he can exert a strength that far exceeds his own swordsmanship.
boom!
Yang Huang slashed out with a sword. This sword directly tore the surrounding space, and countless space cracks appeared. After these space cracks appeared, they actually produced a terrifying suction force, absorbing all matter within a radius of thousands of miles.
Almost exhausted.
In an instant, Yang Huang and Zheng Yilong were in chaos. Fortunately, the power of rules on the road to immortality was strong enough, and new power soon appeared, filling the chaos bit by bit.
It's like a wall on Earth that can be filled in even after the paint peels off.
As the main target of Yang Huang's attack, Zheng Yilong accepted Yang Huang's blow with almost no defense. At first, he didn't care. In his opinion, although Yang Huang's clone was stronger than his original self, it was also powerful.
A sword cultivator must have good attack power.
However, he still did not place Yang Huang as an opponent with the same status as himself. He always believed that Yang Huang was a junior, and no matter how talented he was, he would not be able to break through the realm so quickly.
You must know that the situation reported to him by the Blood River Patriarch was that Yang Huang's cultivation had actually broken through to the middle stage of the Dao realm, and there was a way to disconnect him from the Sea of Demons.
Almost as soon as Patriarch Blood River reported the situation to him, he rushed over immediately, and he came as his own person. In his opinion, Yang Huang would die in his hands no matter what.
After all, he has been on the road to immortality for a long time.
Zheng Yilong, like Xing Haiming, who was taken as a mount by Tianzun Guangcheng, is a monk who completely focuses on the road to immortality. The difference is that Zheng Yilong is not so persistent in the pursuit of longevity.
It may also be because he is still young and far from reaching the end of his life span.
But in his opinion, this life will be spent on the road to immortality, because here he can enjoy the highest level of rights, receive respect from countless living beings, and be the center of attention no matter where he goes.
This kind of treatment is the same as that of the Heavenly Lord in the Boundary River.
He felt that the Heavenly Lord in the Boundary River was also the master of the world, so what was the difference between him and the Heavenly Lord staying on the road to immortality and being the master?
In fact, the thing that Zheng Yilong is most proud of is that he is only over 100,000 years old. You must know that Taoist monks can live for millions of years. At his age, it is like a mortal being just born.
So all this time, although he didn't say it with his mouth, he always thought of himself as a genius in his heart, because he really had never seen a living being who cultivated faster than him.
Although he is a sword cultivator and a different kind of enlightenment, he has at least reached the top of the world. This is a height that many living beings cannot reach.
Zheng Yilong, who was full of arrogance, couldn't bear to see creatures like Yang Huang the most.
He did have a careful understanding of Yang Huang's information in the Trial Alliance. This is a monster that cannot be described as a genius. He has been practicing for less than five hundred years, but his cultivation has already broken through the Tao realm!
It's hard to imagine what heights he would reach if he were given another period of time, or even allowed to practice for a hundred thousand years.
Zheng Yilong thought that the reason why Yang Huang was able to practice so fast was because of bad luck.
"He is like this after practicing "**Xuan Gong". He himself is not worth mentioning at all, he is just a lucky waste!" Zheng Yilong looked extremely jealous when he looked at Yang Huang. He always felt like "*
Only geniuses like him can practice the ultimate method of "Xuan Gong". Yang Huang is nothing at all, so why can he practice it?
"He must be lucky!" Zheng Yilong thought in his heart, and he also changed his mind. Originally, he wanted to obtain Yang Huang's memory and soul fragments to find out who practiced "**Xuan Gong"
The trick.
But now he decided to kill the other party because he realized that he didn't want a creature like Yang Huang to survive in this world.
Facing Yang Huang's powerful sword, Zheng Yilong saw in Zheng Yilong's eyes a jet-black sword energy that enlarged in his pupils like a spray of ink.
He still did not take the sword out of its sheath, but raised the sword in his hand and injected a sword intention into the long sword. At the same time, the long sword burst out white light, which formed a wall of four or four in front of him.
The square wall of light collided hard with Yang Huang's sword energy.
boom!
Click, click, click...
Something unexpected happened to Zheng Yilong. The wall of light he condensed was vulnerable to Yang Huang's black sword energy!
In just an instant, after the light wall collided with the black sword energy, countless cracks appeared, and finally it was shattered like peeling off. At this moment, Zheng Yilong's body was directly exposed to Yang Huang's sword energy.
This is an extremely dangerous thing for sword cultivators. You must know that the sword cultivators' biggest and most fatal weakness is their defense.
Ordinary monks basically only have attacks but no defense. Once attacked at close range, their physical bodies will be shattered and vulnerable.
Fortunately, Zheng Yilong is not an ordinary sword cultivator. It is definitely not for nothing that his cultivation has reached the Great Perfection of the Tao realm. After he achieved the Tao realm, he devoted himself to studying the flaws of the sword and perfecting it step by step. Today, he
In fact, the defense is not bad either.
When the white light wall was instantly shattered, Zheng Yilong realized the seriousness of the matter. His body suddenly shook, as if he had performed some kind of Taoist magic.
But his physical body did not move in place.
boom!
Yang Huang's sword energy hit Zheng Yilong's fragile body without any suspense.