Yuwen Zhouyuan turned his palm into a fist, and blasted it out domineeringly. The fist was so powerful that the air screamed, as if he was about to surrender to Yuwen Zhouyuan's fists.
At this time, both of them were making tentative attacks, far from reaching the most intense stage.
On the Tianzi Arena, Che Jian'an was majestic and commanding the world. His attacks were a pair of fists, and each punch was earth-shattering.
The space around Che Jian'an shook violently, and the aura of heaven and earth was in a frenzy. Lu Zhanyuan danced with his hands, and rays of light shot out to compete with Che Jian'an. Boom, boom, boom, bursts of explosions continued to sound. The two of them looked nothing like each other.
They are fighting but destroying.
On the Dizi Arena, the battle between Situ Liang and Gu Juqi has reached its climax. I don’t know when the black cloth on the door-like weapon in Situ Liang’s hand disappeared, and a dark iron sword exuded a dark luster.
Nestled in his hand, the huge black iron sword exudes a force that suppresses everything. This broad sword has no edge and does not need an edge. Situ Liang is taking a domineering route. I am afraid that this sword will cut down,
Before the sword comes close, people with low cultivation levels may be suppressed and unable to move.
Gu Juqi's body is like a small mountain, and his two fists are like two heavy hammers. With one punch, the mountain shakes and the ground shakes, full of supreme power. This is the ultimate expression of strength.
"Take my sword."
"Punch me."
Situ Liang and Gu Juqi shouted loudly at the same time.
Situ Liang held the sword in his hand, and a world-famous sword intent came out from the black iron sword. He jumped high and slashed straight down without using any skills. For them, skills are nothing but absolute.
Power is real.
Gu Juqi raised his head and looked at the sky, "Bang, bang!" He stamped his feet fiercely, and without any skills, he punched out. The invincible power seemed to make the entire sky collapse.
"Boom... clang..." There was an explosion first, and then there was a sound of metal collision, and a wave of hesitant coastline collapse and surging energy burst out from the two people's fight.
"Kakaka..." A crack appeared in the round platform under Gu Juqi's feet. One can imagine what level of strength the two of them had reached.
On the Xuanzi Arena, Wen Gudao's black hair was flying, and his explosive muscles looked like a savage beast. There was a metal sleeve on his fists, and the metal sleeves flashed with cold light, revealing endless blood.
The force of each attack turned into rolling waves, like the water of the Yangtze River. Jin Yunxiao held a three-foot green peak in his hands and took elegant steps, as if he was walking in the void. The long sword was vivid in his hands, and he could use it better than his own arms.
Be flexible, sometimes slashing here, sometimes stabbing there, Wen Gudao's attack power will be invisible, as if he has cut off the rules of heaven and earth, the chain of the great road.
Wen Gudao's elegant and handsome appearance left a deep impression on everyone.
On the Zhouzi Arena, Shangguan Piaoxue is independent from the world. His whole person seems to have turned into a long sword, with bursts of sharp energy. He is holding a long sword in his left hand, and a lightsaber in his right hand is transformed, and the sword energy is flying.
Continuously swaying, countless dense sword shadows came out to attack, like arrow feathers, making people feel cold in their hearts.
Yu Lingtian is like an eagle soaring above the nine heavens. His body is extremely flexible. Sometimes he spreads his arms like an eagle looking for food. He kicks out his feet in a series. The powerful attack force is so powerful that the surrounding heaven and earth are swept.
A strong wind blew up, and he soared and danced in the strong wind. Shangguan Piaoxue had to take his legs seriously.
"Invincible Tornado Kicks." Yu Lingtian roared in the air, and his whole body fell rapidly. As he fell, his body spun, and his whole body seemed to disappear and turned into a hurricane.
The ice particles rolled up on the Zhouzi Arena, like a long dragon fused with the hurricane, which revealed frightening energy. If it were an ordinary monk, it would have been torn to pieces.
Shangguan Piaoxue stood alone, as if he had been like this for hundreds or thousands of years. Suddenly, two golden rays of light burst out from his eyes, and a sword energy shot up from his right hand. From the fierce hurricane
First, there were little golden rays of light, and then a ray of light illuminating the heaven and earth came out. If it pierced the heaven and earth, the powerful hurricane immediately disappeared.
Yu Lingtian's attack was deflected by Shangguan Piaoxue's powerful sword energy.
The battles in each arena were extremely fierce. The eyes of everyone in the stands were gleaming, their faces were excited, and their blood was boiling. They wished they could go up and participate in the battle themselves.
The most eye-catching thing at this time is the Yuzi Arena. Duanmu Jilong is dressed in a fiery red robe, making a roar in the violent energy waves. The fiery red Qi burst out from all over his body, turning his black hair into fiery red.
The entire arena seemed to be placed in a raging fire, and Yuwen Zhouyuan was surrounded by a glass-colored light, like an immortal rising up from the clouds, standing in the fire.
"Yuwen Zhouyuan, I really underestimated you. I didn't expect that your cultivation level has reached this level." Duanmu Jilong's eyes burst out with two rockets, and he said coldly, then changed the subject and said: "Although
Your cultivation level is very high, but that’s where it ends.”
"Duanmu Jilong, this is what I want to say to you." Yuwen Zhouyuan said lightly, and the shadow of a huge fist condensed in the void, hitting Duanmu Jilong like a hill.
"Hmph, I hope your cultivation is as sharp as your mouth." Duanmu Jilong said coldly, and a touch of blue suddenly appeared on the edge of the fiery red infuriating energy around him.
"Is this your attack?" Duanmu Jilong showed a trace of disdain when he saw a huge fist shadow above his head. He looked up at the fist shadow and shouted coldly: "Fire Purple Flame Palm."
Duanmu Jilong's right palm struck the void, and a burst of purple energy burst out. The purple energy contained surging energy. An extremely hot breath emitted from the purple energy, and the surrounding space twisted slightly.
It moves like a curtain.
The fist shadow condensed by Yuwen Zhouyuan showed signs of melting. When the giant fist fell, the entire fist shadow was burned into nothingness by the purple energy. It was terrible. It was indeed terrible. The purple energy
It can even burn with energy. No, it's more like refining than burning.
"Haha... Yuwen Zhouyuan, you only have so little attack power? How ridiculous." Seeing that he had defeated Yuwen Zhouyuan's attack with one palm, Duanmu Jilong said with a wild laugh.
Of course, Duanmu Jilong did not forget to carefully check the surrounding situation. He had been testing Yuwen Zhouyuan for so long. Of course, he knew that Yuwen Zhouyuan's attack would not only have such a small attack power. There must be some back-up plan, but now he
He hasn't noticed yet, or Yuwen Zhouyuan's attack was just a trick on him.
"Duanmu Jilong, just laugh! Let's see how long you can keep laughing." Yuwen Zhouyuan said with a sneer. As soon as he finished speaking, a surging sound suddenly came from the void above Duanmu Jilong's head.
The force, without any warning, hit Duanmu Jilong hard on the head.
Duanmu Jilong hurriedly struck out two palms, but how could his hastily struck palms withstand Yuwen Zhouyuan's prepared attack?
"Boom." There was a giant sound, and the majestic energy flow hit Duanmu Jilong, and the energy swept across all directions. At this time, a figure rushed out from the chaotic energy. It was Duanmu Jilong, and his face was ugly.
To the extreme, there were wisps of blood showing around his mouth, his long black hair looked like a chicken coop with some ice particles attached to it, and his fiery red robe had lost its original splendor and was a little tattered.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's huge fist just now contained not only his magic power, but also a surging dark energy. Duanmu Jilong's purple flame could burn the true energy, but it could not burn the void dark energy.
Everyone in the stands was extremely shocked when they saw Duanmu Jilong's appearance. Could it be that Duanmu Jilong is not Yuwen Zhouyuan's opponent? Such a question appeared in everyone's mind.
"You plotted against me..." Duanmu Jilong asked with a stern face and an angry look.
"Duanmu Jilong, can this be called a calculation? This is called an attack method. You just didn't see it yourself, idiot!" Yuwen Zhouyuan cursed disdainfully.
After hearing this, Duanmu Jilong's face became even more ugly. Purple flames danced in his eyes, and he felt extremely aggrieved. He never thought that his strength was not as good as Yuwen Zhouyuan.
In the eyes of Duanmu Jilong, Yuwen Zhouyuan is just a minor supporting character. He is the protagonist in this arena, and all the honors and everything belong to him. However, now this minor supporting character has plotted against him, and the honor is far away from him.
When I left, I was greeted with humiliation and ridicule, and the violent anger that belonged to the fire in my heart was completely ignited.
"Yuwen Zhouyuan, welcome the fire of my anger next! I will make you suffer humiliation in this arena." Duanmu Jilong roared, and his whole body was like a god of fire, majestic and full of fiery red energy.
It beats like a burning flame, and there is a faint layer of black on the edge of his infuriating energy.
Seeing this layer of black, Yuwen Zhouyuan's heart beat violently. Black symbolizes hell, corruption and decay, and is like the fire of hell, full of sin and evil.
"Fire Burning Heaven Palm." Duanmu Jilong shouted loudly, and he rose into the air, as if the god of fire had descended. He punched out his palms together, and waves of terrifying fiery red power hit Yuwen Zhouyuan. This fire
The red edge is also edged with a layer of black.
The power of this palm is infinite, and the scorching heat has turned into burning heat, as if the sky can be burned, and the anxiety, restlessness, violence and other emotions possessed by the flame are filled in that palm.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was extremely shocked. He did not expect that the opponent's palm could contain emotions. This was something he had never thought of. Although the power of emotions contained in it was weak and pitiful, it was enough to affect the opponent in such a battle scene.
Could this be an attack hidden in Fentian Palm? Maybe even the people in the Flame Valley don't know about it, Yuwen Zhouyuan thought in his mind.