On the high platform, Bai Yuchuan's face had turned a little livid. The reason why he had been avoiding Yi Yuntian's attacks was not because he was afraid of Yi Yuntian, but because he wanted to compete with Yi Yuntian in terms of speed. However, this scene fell into the eyes of those ancient tribesmen, thinking that
He was no match for Yi Yuntian.
"Yi Yuntian, you really think I'm afraid of you!" Bai Yuchuan's heart was already ignited with anger by Yi Yuntian. He stopped suddenly, punched out with his backhand, and rushed towards the oncoming Yi Yuntian.
"Golden Thunder Fist!"
After punching out, streaks of golden light wrapped around the fist like lightning, exuding powerful power.
Golden Thunder Fist is a top-notch spiritual skill at the Xuan level. It can produce the power of thunder and lightning and is extremely lethal. It is also one of Bai Yuchuan's most important attack methods. In the competition with Gu Xiuye, Bai Yuchuan did not even use this method.
The powerful spiritual skills were clearly angered by Yi Yuntian and he used his true strength.
"But that's it!" Yi Yuntian narrowed his eyes slightly, and the cold light in his eyes grew, "Soul-eating and soul-breaking, Heavenly Demon Fist!" Yi Yuntian roared, black light shrouded his body, and a huge illusory figure appeared behind him. This figure
Although it is illusory, it contains infinite power, as if the world is under the feet of this figure.
Seeing the huge black figure, Yi Feng's face relaxed slightly. Yi Feng could feel that this black figure was the Saint-Destroying Demon Lord. It was just an image clone, and there was no spiritual consciousness of the Saint-Destroying Demon Lord at all.
Among them, this most likely means that the Saint-Destroying Demon Lord has left Yi Yuntian, or disappeared in the Holy Land of the Ancient Clan.
Although Yi Yuntian could not rely on the power of the Saint-Destroying Demon Lord at this moment, the Heavenly Demon Fist he performed was a true earth-level spiritual skill.
With one punch, the space seemed to be cracked with lines, and the power it exuded was only stronger than the Golden Thunder Fist.
boom!
There was a loud noise, and the two finally really fought together.
For a moment, the aura was everywhere, the light was shining, and at the center of the confrontation, two figures flew out each other.
Bai Yuchuan took seven or eight steps back, while Yi Yuntian only took about ten steps back.
This fight between the two was evenly matched!
After all, Bai Yuchuan was the holy son of the Bai tribe and was very powerful. Yi Yuntian did not have any advantage.
However, this scene still aroused cheers from all the disciples of the ancient clan. Yi Yuntian is only at the fourth level of psychic realm, two levels lower than Bai Yuchuan. Even so, Yi Yuntian can still fight against Bai Yuchuan. With this kind of strength, we can see that
There aren't many in the entire ancient tribe's settlement.
"Yi Yuntian, you are nothing more than that. It's still early for you to defeat me." Bai Yuchuan's eyes were gloomy and his expression was ferocious. Although Yi Yuntian was stronger than he thought, it was not unacceptable. He still had many abilities.
Bai Yuchuan has great confidence in himself without using his trump cards.
"It's not difficult to beat you." Yi Yuntian said lightly, with an inexplicable smile on his face.
"You only use your words!" Anger appeared on Bai Yuchuan's face, and the aura in his body rose again, and he was about to launch an attack.
Suddenly, the aura rising from Bai Yuchuan became erratic, his face flushed, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.
"Yi Yuntian, what exactly did you do to me?"
This scene made everyone never expect. They originally thought that the two would be evenly matched, but now Bai Yuchuan actually vomited blood and was injured, and they didn't even know how he was injured.
Below the high platform, there are only a few people who can see the status of Baiyu River, and Yi Feng is one of them.
"Yi Yuntian practices demonic arts, and the martial arts and spiritual skills he performs contain demonic energy. This demonic energy can corrode the human body's meridians, internal organs, bones, and Dantian. Bai Yuchuan only resisted Yi Yuntian's superficial attack, but did not
Beware of this secret move." Yi Feng said slowly with a solemn expression.
The Heavenly Demon Fist is a spiritual skill derived from the Heavenly Demon God Technique inherited from Thousand Souls. Its power is equivalent to that of the Demon Subduing Fist. The most sinister among them is the dark power contained in it. This dark power is extremely difficult to detect and resist. Now
Bai Yuchuan has obviously been injured by An Jin and his strength has been greatly reduced.
"Yi Feng, how can you resist this kind of demonic energy?" Xuan Qianying, who was standing beside her, frowned slightly and asked aloud. She has a deep understanding of this kind of demonic energy. After being eroded by the demonic energy, her strength will continue to weaken.
And if the power is forced to operate again, the erosion will become more and more serious.
"One is to have absolute strength, and the other is to practice the magic formula that contains awe-inspiring righteousness. If Bai Yuchuan doesn't occupy it, he is at a disadvantage in fighting Yi Yuntian. In addition, because he underestimates the enemy, I'm afraid the defeat is already decided.
." Yi Feng said.
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On the high platform.
Yi Yuntian looked at Bai Yuchuan with an arrogant expression, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, "You don't even know my strength, but you dare to fight me, Bai Yuchuan, aren't you going to admit defeat?"
Bai Yuchuan's face turned green and red, and he stared at Yi Yuntian. The power in his body surged, trying to suppress the demonic energy that suddenly emerged from his body. Although he was able to suppress it temporarily, the strength he could exert was less than 70%.
Coupled with the appearance of injuries, Bai Yuchuan knew that he had no power to fight anymore. He showed unwillingness on his face and was equally unwilling in his heart. He is a genius of the Bai tribe in the Holy Land. If he loses to someone two levels lower than himself in the ancient tribe this time,
In the hands of the disciples of the ancient clan, if it were passed back to his sect, he would probably be disgraced.
"Admit defeat?" Bai Yuchuan gritted his teeth, as if he had made some kind of determination. The aura on his body changed, and an extremely powerful force began to permeate the air. It was like a peerless beast trying to break free in this aura.
Among the crowd below the high platform.
Yi Feng's face moved slightly, "Is it the original power of the Bai clan? If you use this power, you can compete with Yi Yuntian, but I'm afraid this kind of trump card can only be used once."
Bai Yuchuan is the holy son of the Bai tribe, and naturally has the origin of the Bai tribe in his body. However, this place is not the residence of the Bai tribe. If the power of the origin is consumed, it will be difficult to replenish and restore it. This cost is extremely high.
On the high platform, Yi Yuntian's eyes narrowed slightly, and fighting spirit rose in his eyes. Bai Yuchuan, who used his original power, was the opponent he could take seriously.
"Both of you are saints. Let's compete and learn from each other until the point is reached. Why don't we just stop here?"
Just as the tension on the high platform was about to explode, a cyan figure fell between the two of them.
This person is a man, very young in appearance, wearing a green Taoist robe with a yin and yang pattern, long hair tied in a crown, carrying a long sword on his back, and looking very free and easy.
"Who are you? Do you want to be this peacemaker?" Yi Yuntian looked at the person coming with a slightly solemn expression. The aura of the man in Taoist robes was much stronger than that of Bai Yuchuan. He had reached the eighth level of psychic realm. Faced with such a strong
However, Yi Yuntian also had to pay attention to it.
"Haha, down here, Feng Wuhen, is the Holy Son of the Wind Clan. I wonder if Brother Yuntian will give him some face?" Feng Wuhen said with a slight smile, his expression very gentle.
"It turns out that he is the Saint Son of the Wind Clan, so he has to give face." Yi Yuntian said slowly, but the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, "But in a competition, there must be a winner or loser." Yi Yuntian looked at Bai Yuchuan, "Bai Yuchuan,
If you admit defeat, this competition will end here, otherwise, Yi wants to learn from you your clever tricks." Yi Yuntian's originally restrained momentum rose again, saying it was to give Feng Wuhen face, but in fact it was