He also didn't expect that Zhuo Wen would still have the upper hand in front of such a powerful Su Liyang.
However, Ziwei Xingjun also knew that Su Liyang did not use all his strength. After all, Su Liyang only used extreme fire energy.
"What a good boy, you really hide everything, and you actually have such a powerful body."
Su Liyang stabilized his figure and the contempt in his eyes completely disappeared. As soon as he finished speaking and his eyes fell on Zhuo Wen, he found that Zhuo Wen was no longer there.
"Old immortal, you talk a lot!"
But soon, a cold voice came from Su Liyang's ears. He thought something bad in his heart, and punched to the left. Unfortunately, at the moment he punched, there was already a heavy punch on his body.
on his cheek.
Poof!
Su Liyang spit out a mouthful of blood, mixed with several teeth stained with blood, and then his whole body flew out involuntarily, hitting the ground not far away heavily.
At this moment, the whole place was silent, and everyone looked at Zhuo Wen in a completely different way. Even Su Liyang was so easily blown away by who this person was.
"I want you to die!"
Su Liyang, who was lying on the side, shouted loudly, and the three extreme energies of extreme fire, extreme thunder and extreme wind burst out from his whole body, like a furious beast, rushing toward Zhuo Wen.
Su Liyang at this moment, both in terms of speed and strength, was much more terrifying than before.
Bang!
Zhuo Wen was not to be outdone. With his body now soaked in the blood of a true dragon, he was really not afraid of Su Liyang.
For a moment, the two of them were fighting together, fighting from the ground to the sky, and from the sky to the ground.
The surrounding monks all gave way and did not dare to stand near the two battle groups.
"This is the true strength of the ancestor of Shanhe. Look, Zhuo Wen was suppressed by Su Liyang."
"Although Zhuo Wen hides his secrets, Su Liyang is more powerful and terrifying. He really angered Su Liyang. This person is really in trouble."
"..."
There were constant discussions around him, but Ziwei Xingjun's eyes were full of worry. He did not expect that Su Liyang would be so powerful after using all his strength, and directly suppressed Zhuo Wen.
Looking at this trend, Zhuo Wen may be defeated in just a hundred rounds.
"Ant, I really thought you were my opponent." Su Liyang's eyes were red and he looked disdainfully at Zhuo Wen, who was still fighting in front of him.
Although Zhuo Wen seemed to be at a disadvantage, his expression was always as indifferent as water. He looked at Su Liyang silently and said: "Ignorance!"
As he spoke, Zhuo Wen squeezed the air with his hands, and countless purple mist suddenly burst out, and then two extremely slender purple swords appeared in Zhuo Wen's hands.
"cut!"
Zhuo Wen held the purple sword in both hands, like a god, and his strength actually increased a lot instantly.
boom!
Su Liyang snorted, and was caught off guard and flew back. He looked at the young man in white surrounded by purple mist and holding a purple sword in surprise.
"Dao Yi? Who are you from Taiqing?" Su Liyang's pupils shrank and he couldn't help but ask.
Everyone below was also shocked. They did not expect that the young man in white would actually use the power of Taoism.
"Purple gas turns into mist, which is at least the eighth level of Taoism. In the Huaxia region today, there is no one who can achieve the eighth level of Taoism or above except the Venerable Sanqing!"
"No, in addition to Venerable Sanqing, there is another person. This person was a disciple of Tai Qingshuo back then. Relying on the power of Taoism, he destroyed the entire Blood Temple with the realm of True God, and even the Blood God was injured.
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"It's him. I remember that man's name is Zhuo Wen, right? However, this man is also Zhuo Wen. Could it be that he is really the legendary disciple accepted by Venerable Taiqing hundreds of years ago?"
"..."
Finally, among the crowd, someone remembered the great event that happened in Taiqing Fairyland hundreds of years ago, which shocked the entire Fairyland and even the Heaven Realm.
Although hundreds of years have passed, many people have almost forgotten it, but now that someone mentioned it, everyone also remembered that the disciple of Tai Qingshou who destroyed the Blood Temple back then was Zhuo Wen, wasn't he? And the young man in white in front of him.
The names are exactly the same.
"This person is the Zhuo Wen from hundreds of years ago? How is this possible? At that time, Zhuo Wen was heard to be in the true divine realm, but now... he is actually in the realm of death enlightenment? Oh my God, this cultivation speed is terrifying."
There was a loud uproar, and all the monks looked at the figure who was still fighting with Su Liyang in disbelief.
"Purple mist and purple rain!"
Zhuo Wen combined the purple swords in his hands, stepped out with one step, and slashed out with one sword. For a moment, the purple mist in the sky condensed together, and then dense purple rain fell down.
The moment Zhuo Wen's purple sword slashed out, these purple rains gathered together and turned into sharp purple spirals, attacking Su Liyang from all directions.
Su Liyang's pupils shrank, and a threat of death invaded his whole body. Then he shouted loudly and exploded with countless three-pole power in his body. In a short time, all the invading purple spirals were dispersed.
Whoosh!
However, when Su Liyang dispersed the purple spiral, a purple light instantly cut through the sky, and then pierced Su Liyang's chest.
Su Liyang spat out a mouthful of blood, and was violently thrown downwards by a huge force. Finally, he fell to the ground, and his whole body was nailed to the ground by a long purple sword.
The purple mist dissipated, the purple rain disappeared, and a white figure slowly fell from the void and landed on Su Liyang, who was nailed to the ground by the purple sword. His eyes were indifferent and emotionless.
"Ancestor Shanhe was defeated? So fast!"
One after another looked at this scene, and there was only an eerie silence around them, and you could hear a needle drop.
The monks of Shanhe Palace retreated quietly, and even the ancestors of Shanhe were eliminated. Didn't they serve as cannon fodder and die?
It is basically impossible for a strong person like Zhuo Wen to be killed by numbers. This is the common understanding of all monks. This is also the reason why the strong people of Xutian Jiudeng have such a transcendent status in the eight heavens.
Su Liyang's eyes were still filled with horror and deep unwillingness.
He also didn't expect that he would lose in the end, and that he would lose so miserably.
"Su Liyang, I could have killed you directly with this sword, but I didn't kill you. Do you know why?" Zhuo Wen put his foot on Su Liyang's chest and said calmly.
Although Su Liyang wanted to struggle and resist, the purple sword pinned him firmly to the ground, making it difficult to move.
"What do you want to practice after reaching the Three Extremes Realm?" Su Liyang said coldly.
Zhuo Wen's mouth was full of mockery, and he said: "You don't have the cultivation method of the Three Extremes Realm at all. Otherwise, your current strength should be more than this, at least half-step of the Heavenly Dao Master or even comparable to the Heavenly Dao."
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"But I think you should know some things about the three extremes that I don't know. Tell me so that you can suffer less pain."
Su Liyang's pupils shrank, and he immediately regained his composure, laughing loudly and saying: "Zhuowen, you will kill me whether I say it or not. Do you think I will say it? Besides, can you really kill me?"
Speaking of this, Su Liyang's mouth showed a hint of joy, and then the entire Shanhe Palace began to tremble violently, as if there was a terrifying earthquake, and as if something terrifying came out from under the Shanhe Palace...