"boom!"

Two powerful forces, violently impacting.

The powerful force directly formed a huge mushroom cloud in this ancient war world.

Within a radius of tens of thousands of meters, the sky and the earth collapsed and the sun and the moon shattered.

Countless storms are constantly manifesting, and with waves that destroy everything, they begin to spread around the surroundings. Wherever they go, mountains are instantly crushed into gravel, and countless storms forcefully rolling everything. For a moment, in this entire space, it seems that a disaster land has been formed!

"Puffy!"

In this.

There are many disciples who do not rush to dodge and their bodies are knocked out heavily. With their kingly realm, they will be knocked away by overflowing power. This shows how terrifying and terrifying the evolution of these two are!

"puff……!"

Blood squirted wildly.

At the moment when the Demon Prison gun was completely penetrated through the evil spirit, Yi Xuan could no longer bear it.

This shot was so powerful that it not only penetrated the evil spirit, but also seriously injured Yi Xuan in the evil spirit's body.

"Ahem!!"

Under blood stained, Yi Xuan forced himself to get up and stared at the figure in the opposite side with a ferocious face. The almost unforgettable hatred was flashing in his eyes, and he was swallowing and spitting like a cold.

Opposite him.

Wu Yangyu also appeared there with a pale face. Wu Yangyu at this moment was not much better than Yi Xuan.

After exerting all the powers of [Blood Prison], Wu Yangyu's blood and energy were almost exhausted, and the immortal power in his body had reached the extreme of consumption.

Not to mention the heavy losses of the immortal war body, even the immortal war suit has completely collapsed and is unable to evolve!

Both sides suffered losses!

The situation in front of us is clearly a losing streak.

"Clang!"

With a mouthful of true energy, Yi Xuan's murderous intent suddenly burst out:

"Even if you have successfully practiced [Blood Prison], what can you change? You are still defeated. Now you no longer have the ability to resist!"

Widths of sword energy slowly sucked and spitted, and combined with Yi Xuan's ferocious face, he wanted to cut Wu Yangyu down with a sword.

Hate!

Thick hatred!

Although Yi Xuan had no idea about Wu Yangyu, his hatred for Wu Yangyu surpassed anyone. Everything would have gone very smoothly. He successfully separated from the Prison Hall and then joined the Glory Hall, becoming a core member of the Glory Hall, and even an important figure in the Glory Hall.

but.

With the appearance of Wu Yangyu, all this changed. Even after Wu Yangyu successfully practiced [Blood Prison], he became a laughing stock.

The unique skill of the [Blood Prison] that he ignored and even insulted was actually cultivated. Isn’t this saying that he is not as good as Wu Yangyu?

Thinking of this, how dissatisfied he was to Wu Yangyu.

"Are you defeated?"

Wu Yangyu barely stood up, his body was shaking, almost standing, but there was a hint of coldness and playfulness on his face:

"Swish!"

Fingers are moving slightly.

As the spiritual seals and divine patterns were constantly intertwined, the terrifying murderous aura actually condensed again.

"What?!"

After such a scene, Yi Xuan's face suddenly changed.

The body couldn't help but tremble. His injuries were obviously much lighter than Wu Yangyu. At least, he could also control weapons and activate true energy, but... he had calculated everything and ignored a little.

Wu Yangyu is not just a martial arts practitioner.

He is also a cultivator of the way of divine patterns and formations!

Feeling the terrifying aura that was sucking and spitting out from the opposite side, Yi Xuan's expression was constantly changing. At this moment, it was time for him to make a decision.

Once Wu Yangyu activates the evolved divine patterns and formations in his hand, he will definitely not be able to continue to fight, and may even cause terrifying damage to him.

"Either die or lose!"

Staring at Yi Xuan indifferently, Wu Yangyu showed no mercy in his voice.

As a disciple trained by the Prison Hall, Yi Xuan received all the glory of the Prison Hall, but in the end he fell back on the Prison Hall. This practice is not an exaggeration to call it a wolf-hearted and dog-hearted one. Therefore, Wu Yangyu naturally does not need to have any feelings.

"Clang!"

The long sword was clenched tightly, and Yi Xuan's teeth bit his lips hard. At this moment, he needed to make a choice, make a judgment, and even more needed to give an answer!

Everyone, watching this scene quietly, no one will choose to take action.

“My patience…limited!”

Wu Yangyu's expression became colder and colder, and his voice was even more domineering murderous intent, locking on Yi Xuan tightly. As he spoke, his palms activated, and the shadows and runes quickly intertwined and flickered, obviously he wanted to kill someone.

"I... admit defeat!"

Yi Xuan's body was shocked, and finally, he stared at Wu Yangyu with gritted teeth, and shouted in a low voice with extremely resentful eyes.

"Win!?"

Although such an answer was not loud, it was enough for everyone present to hear it clearly.

The group of people in the Prison Hall were stunned at first, and then they showed a look of ecstasy.

There is no substantial reward for this battle, but it is a kind of dignity and symbol, which is the protection of the dignity of the Prison Hall.

"thump……"

After receiving Yi Xuan's answer, Wu Yangyu's face suddenly became paler. He couldn't stand firmly in one breath and fell on the ground with weak support.

Strong support?!

This scene instantly made Yi Xuan react. The remaining power of Wu Yangyu was at the point where the oil was exhausted. Everything he showed just now was just appearance, in order to numb himself.

I'm fooled!

"I kill you!"

Suddenly, a great sense of humiliation spread in Yi Xuan's heart and broke out in a crazy way.

"boom!"

The long sword in his hand was raised fiercely, and the sword energy evolved again in an instant.

The original glory, dignity, status, and even everything disappeared with his conceit. When he thought of this, how could he bear it in his heart.

"Shameless!"

Such a scene really went beyond the imagination of those present.

Who would have expected that Yi Xuan would be so shameless that after admitting defeat, he would take action, and even had no time to rescue him!

For a moment, the sword energy flashed and rushed towards Wu Yangyu, clearly not giving Wu Yangyu any chance to dodge. Moreover, even if Wu Yangyu wanted to dodge now, he was powerless for him who was exhausted.

"roll!"

As the sword was about to cut Wu Yangyu down, a loud rage suddenly came out of the space.

"boom!"

A huge handprint opened and closed and moved, exuding a look of dignity, forming a simple mark, and falling heavily with a heavy slap.

"puff……"

"Click!"

Yi Xuan had no more counterattack power. At this moment, under this palm, blood suddenly blew, and the muscles and bones on his body were even more broken.

“Buzz…”

Above the void.

The ancient and powerful aura was rapidly intertwined and stirred.

A hunched old man in gray robe slowly appeared in it.

The other party's seemingly turbid eyes had been replaced by divine light, staring at the ground like a fire, screaming in pain, and the anger and murderous intent on his face were constantly intertwined.

"It's Elder Yuan!"

Looking at the person who took action, the disciples who were still worried in the prison hall immediately let down their breath.

If Elder Yuan hadn't taken action, I'm afraid Yi Xuan would have succeeded this time.

"Shameless bastard, my prison hall actually has a disciple like you. Back then, our prison hall people were really blind!"

The sound was shocking, and Elder Yuan was obviously very angry!
To be continued...