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The first thousand two hundred and eighty-one chapters of the dragon's calculation

On the warship, everyone felt that there was a sudden strong wind, and the figure of Elder Xuanming had disappeared without a trace.

When he appeared again, he was already less than ten feet away from the Holy Saint.

This distance is no different from close combat for a warrior of the high level of the Holy Realm.

The poor and fearful Saint originally wanted to rush onto the warship, but now, he suddenly stopped.

The murderous aura in Elder Xuanming's body was almost solidified, and even he felt a hint of danger.

"Poor and fearful saint, I have heard of your name. How can a warrior like you, who became famous very early but got caught in the eyes of money, have the dignity to live in the world?

It is simply an embarrassment to warriors like us!"

While Elder Xuan Ming was speaking, the ten fingernails grew to a foot long at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He drew his hands through the void, and ten extremely sharp holy power pierced the void, and he cut forward towards the fearful saint!

At this moment, the situation changed.

Everything in this piece of heaven and earth became dim, and in everyone's eyes, it seemed that only Elder Xuanming's hands were left across the void.

This blow is so powerful that it can cut off the turbulent rivers!

The Saint Qiongwei sneered. The murderous intent of Elder Xuanming was certainly frightening, but as soon as he made a move, the Saint Qiongwei could already tell a little bit about him.

"If you want to fight this saint, you have to practice for another ten thousand years!"

The hands of the poor and fearful saint are flying like butterflies, forming the most wonderful mudras.

"Starry Sky Technique, Starfall Seal!"

A seal of holy power flew out from the hand of the poor saint, and wherever it passed, the space was shattered.

boom!

The Holy Power Seal collided with the ten Holy Power Gangjin.

Circles of ripples rippled away, and the violent aftermath of the explosion directly affected the warship and spaceship.

The warship shuddered suddenly and flew back.

Gu Xuan stood proudly on the flying boat. Seeing the aftermath of the explosion approaching, he opened his mouth and spit out a blast of energy, cutting the aftermath of the explosion in half and passing by both sides of the flying boat.

Gu Xuan looked at the two people fighting with a smile on his lips.

"The poor and fearful saint seems to be getting stronger with age. He is much stronger than the old man Xuan Ming."

Sure enough, just as Gu Xuan expected, at the center of the explosion, where the space was heavily shattered, two figures flew out upside down.

Deng Deng Deng.

After retreating ten feet, the poor and fearful saint was already standing still.

On the other hand, Old Man Xuanming retreated several tens of feet and almost fell onto the warship before he could barely stabilize his body.

puff.

A mouthful of blood spat out from the mouth of old man Xuan Ming.

Although he stabilized his body, he was already injured. This injury could not be suppressed even after two attempts.

"Damn it! You old man, how dare you hurt me!

I want you dead!"

Old man Xuan Ming's face was full of gloom. He was Ouyang Feilong's protector, he was half the elder of Ouyang Feilong, and now he was injured in front of him. This was simply a great shame and humiliation!

He has made up his mind that no matter what, no matter how high the price is, he will kill the poor and fearful saint to regain his face.

Buzz!

The void trembled violently.

Old Man Xuanming spread out his right hand, and two golden wheels appeared in his hand.

Each golden wheel has six golden blades, shining with a cold light, as if it can cut everything in the world into pieces.

As soon as the poor and fearful saint saw the two golden wheels, his pupils shrank.

"Tongxuan Lingbao! Although it is slightly incomplete, its power is definitely not weak!

This old thief actually has such a valuable treasure."

The poor and fearful saint smiled coldly, even if the other party possessed the Tongxuan Lingbao, he was not afraid.

Wow.

Just like the poor saint's right hand, a chain of holy power is already held in his right hand.

"A chain of holy power also wants to compete with my Tongxuan Lingbao.

kill!"

Old Man Xuanming cursed angrily, stepped forward with his left foot, and easily jumped over a distance of several tens of feet.

He danced the golden wheel and gave birth to countless phantoms. Each phantom had two golden wheels in his hands. In the blink of an eye, he surrounded the poor and fearful saint.

The poor and fearful saint was not afraid at all. He waved the chain with his right hand, and the sky was filled with the image of the chain of holy power.

Dang Dang Dang!

Strings of sparks appeared and extinguished in the void.

Old Man Xuanming and Saint Qiongwei fought together, and countless horses seemed to appear in the sky.

Whenever two horses clash together, a deafening sound of gold and iron clashing is made.

"The golden wheel rotates, the sun and the moon rise!"

A train of exercises suddenly stopped in the void, it was Old Man Xuanming.

He recited the magic formula, and the golden wheel in his hand released a dazzling light, like the sun and the moon, flying upwards and downwards, forming a combined attack, turning into two rays of light and attacking the fearful saint.

"You can show off even though you have a small skill!"

The poor man who was afraid of the saint was not afraid, and the chain of holy power in his hand came out, like a snake, one end and one tail, extending towards the two golden wheels.

Bang bang!

The golden wheel and the chain of holy power collided together.

Two explosions sounded, and the terrible aftermath of the explosion annihilated the two people again.

On the warship.

Everyone was either fearful or looking solemnly at the two fighting men.

In fact, most of them could no longer clearly see the fighting situation between the two saints.

Only a handful of people could see that Old Man Xuanming was probably at a disadvantage.

However, they did not believe that Old Man Xuanming would lose. This was a life and death fight, and Old Man Xuanming's methods had not yet been fully utilized.

"Damn it, that old thing is so powerful!"

Ouyang Feilong clenched his fists with an angry look on his face.

Although he didn't believe that the poor and fearful saint really dared to do anything to him, Old Man Xuanming was his protector. What was the difference between him beating Old Man Xuanming and trampling on his own dignity?

"What should I do?"

Next to Ouyang Feilong, the young man who had never had a sense of existence finally spoke his first words.

Ouyang Feilong frowned and glanced at the young man.

"Why did Brother Yu say this? Does Brother Yu think that Elder Xuanming is destined to lose?

I don’t think so!”

The young man shook his head.

"I don't think Elder Xuanming will lose, but he is Brother Feilong's protector after all.

Even if we win this battle, we will probably have to pay a heavy price.

Now that Zhongyuan Domain has not yet arrived, if he is seriously injured here, it will not only disgrace Brother Feilong, but it will also be detrimental to Brother Feilong's plan."

Ouyang Feilong frowned.

"What Brother Yu said makes sense, so according to Brother Yu's opinion, what should I do?

Should we stop this battle immediately? That would be..."

The young man shook his head again.

"Of course not. I just remind Brother Feilong, why worry about whether Elder Xuanming wins or loses?

What you want to teach you a lesson is the man who piloted the flying boat. It was he who almost flew the flying boat onto the head of the Ouyang family's warship.

And the person driving the flying boat was obviously the young man on the flying boat.

That young man obviously has a close relationship with the Poor and Fearful Saint. If we can capture him, hehe..."

Ouyang Feilong's eyes lit up, he held the folding fan in his right hand and patted it on the palm of his left hand.

"Wonderful! That young man should be a direct disciple of Saint Qiongfear. I have captured him. Why should I worry that Saint Qiongfear will not throw a trap and just let me control him?"

While the two were talking, on the flying boat, an imperceptible smile appeared on Gu Xuan's lips.


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