Long Boyang and Fufeng fought fiercely, and the two sticks stirred up the world until the sky and the earth turned pale, and the world hung upside down.
After fighting tens of thousands of moves, Long Boyang's expression suddenly changed, and the strength in his hands faltered for a moment. Fufeng grabbed the flaw and hit him on the head with a stick. In an instant, his skin and flesh were torn open, and blood spurted out.
The Zhuxian Sword was about to break free from suppression in Long Boyang's body, forcing Long Boyang to use more power to suppress it, thus causing the power in his hand to weaken.
Bang bang bang…
Fufeng took advantage of the victory and pursued him. Zifu chased Long Boyang with his long stick and beat him hard, causing Long Boyang to retreat.
At the same time, nine millstone-thick purple talisman chains flew out from the broken void, flying and circling around Long Boyang like a giant python, shrinking rapidly, trying to coil and bind Long Boyang.
boom!
Fufeng took the lead and knocked Long Boyang down to the ground with a stick. He flew into the sky with the force of the collision and stood above Long Boyang's head. He put away the long purple talisman stick, then quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something in his mouth.
Buzz…
The air trembled, and a huge talisman array covering thousands of feet appeared at Fufeng's feet.
"Suppress the demon!"
Fufeng's eyes widened in anger, his beard and hair spread out, and he stamped his right foot violently on the formation.
Boom!
The formation suddenly fell, covering Long Boyang on the ground below.
"presumptuous!"
Long Boyang was furious. He flew his left palm and knocked back the purple talisman chain that wanted to get closer. He grabbed the golden stick with his right hand and raised his finger to the sky to smash the suppressed demon formation.
He was angry not because he fell into passivity and was suppressed by Fufeng, but because Fufeng suppressed him as a monster. This was an unforgivable blasphemy against him, because he was a sea god, not a monster.
boom!
However, the golden stick failed to smash the demon-suppressing formation, and instead was knocked down by the demon-suppressing formation.
boom!
Long Boyang's legs sank to the ground to his knees.
"seal up!"
Fufeng knelt down on one knee, squatting above the demon-suppressing formation, and slapped his hands on the demon-suppressing formation. The demon-suppressing formation suddenly rotated rapidly, bursting out with a dazzling light that engulfed Long Boyang.
"ah!"
Long Boyang suddenly screamed in fear because he felt powerful
With the power of the seal, the power in the body is slowly condensing, as if it is about to freeze.
"Isn't this kid serious? If he suppresses Long Boyang and seals it, the Deep Sea Dragon Clan will go crazy. I'm afraid they will attack the city tomorrow." Demon Ancestor looked at the situation on the battlefield and said in shock.
"There are only three senior brothers left in the Taoist sect. If it really doesn't work, we can just run away to Kyushu and hide. Will we be afraid of the army coming to the border? As the old saying goes, those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes." The demon shook his head and smiled.
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"Amitabha, I'm afraid this will provoke a war between the deep sea and the land." Buddha said worriedly.
"Then why don't you hurry up and persuade me?" Demon Ancestor looked at Buddha and said.
"The poor monk is stupid and can't speak. I'm afraid the more he tries to persuade him, the worse he will get. Your Excellency is eloquent, so why don't you persuade him? The Deep Sea Dragon Clan is a bit close to the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountain." Buddha replied, meaning that once a war breaks out between the two sides, the monsters will
Zu must bear the brunt.
"..." The Demon Ancestor suddenly felt bad after hearing this.
"punish!"
Fufeng suddenly raised his right hand and pointed at the simple version of the Zhuxian Sword Formation in the air.
Compared to the beginning, one or two thousand more formation lines were added to the formation, making it even more powerful.
The speed of the sword formation suddenly increased.
Zheng!
The Zhuxian Sword trembled violently in Long Boyang's body, and he was about to break free from the suppression of his power.
Long Boyang hurriedly mobilized stronger force to suppress it.
However, his power was being suppressed by the Demon Suppressing Formation. He mobilized more power to suppress the Immortal Killing Sword, and his strength to resist the Demon Suppressing Formation was reduced.
One was ebbing and the other was ebbing, and the demon-suppressing formation pressed downwards.
boom!
Long Boyang's body sank and his knees sank into the ground.
At the same time, the purple talisman chain rotating around his body also broke through the blockage of Long Boyang's left palm and wrapped around Long Boyang's body.
Nine purple talisman chains bind the hands to bind the hands, and the feet to bind the feet.
hold head high!
Suddenly, an angry dragon roar sounded.
Long Boyang appeared in the true dragon demon body, a huge blue dragon with a length of ten thousand feet.
Bang bang bang…
The nine purple talisman chains were instantly broken by it, and the demon-suppressing formation and Fufeng were pushed away by it.
Click!
The Zhuxian Sword Formation shattered, and the Zhuxian Sword that lost its light was spat on the ground by Long Boyang.
"Humph, my ancestor is really angry!"
"It's too late to kneel down and beg for mercy!"
"Ancestor is mighty!"
The people of the Deep Sea Dragon Clan suddenly became energetic and started shouting loudly.
"Long Boyang is serious about it."
"This kid is seeking his own death and suppressing Long Boyang like a monster. How could Long Boyang endure such humiliation?"
"If Long Boyang accidentally beats this kid to death, it won't end well."
"Just beat him to death, it's none of our business."
The ancestors of the Jia and Yi tribes whispered.
On the other side, the Demon Ancestors all looked solemn, and they felt the unrivaled tyrannical power from Long Boyang.
"It has the breath of a colorful dragon."
Demon Ancestor whispered something.
Back then, he, Wanzu Tianzun, Bliss Tianzun, and Xiaoyao Tianzun tried their best to kill the colorful dragon. The power of the colorful dragon was still fresh in his memory, and Long Boyang's powerful aura reminded him of the colorful dragon.
Long Boyang has reached the level of the colorful dragon.
"Uncle Master, send me there!"
Zhang Xiaozu suddenly sent a message to the Lord of Death.
The Lord of Death reached out and grabbed Zhang Xiaopou's shoulders, then jumped up and walked into the heart of the battlefield.
"Hmph, do you want to bully the minority?"
When Gongpeng Jia saw the Lord of Death entering the battlefield, he immediately snorted coldly.
"Deceive me that there is no one in the deep sea?"
Zhu Shan·卭 also frowned in displeasure.
With that said, the two of them swayed and flew towards the battlefield.
"I think it would be better for you to stay and watch the battle."
Demon Ancestor suddenly appeared on Gong Peng Jia's path, blocking his way.
Gongpeng Jia knew how powerful the Demon Ancestor was, so he frowned and stopped, unwilling to fight with him.
On the other side, Demon Ancestor also stopped Zhu Shan·卭.
"Amitabha!"
The Buddha clasped his hands together and appeared in front of the three tribes of the Deep Sea.
Tianzun Duobao said in shock, "Aren't you afraid of causing a war between the land and the deep sea? Why did you all end up all at once?"
Demon Ancestor glared at him angrily and said, "Don't forget, you bought three hundred pieces of precious jade. It doesn't matter whether Fufeng dies or not, but Zhang Dayong cannot die."
"Oh, yes, yes, why did I forget this?"
Duobao Tianzun suddenly realized the truth.
Then he suddenly slapped his thigh angrily and shouted, "Doesn't that mean that we all have to be his bodyguards from now on!"
"What do you mean? Do you want a full-scale war?"
Zhu Shan·卭 interrupted the conversation between Demon Ancestor and others with a deep voice.
Demon Ancestor looked at him and asked, "This is a battle between Long Boyang and Daomen. Are you two sure you want to join in?"
"It was you who intervened first!"
Gong Peng·Jia Dao.
"Who? Who intervened?" Demon Ancestor asked.
"Hmph, your eyes are not very good. Can't you see what the Lord of Death is doing?" Gong Peng Jia asked with a sneer.
"Are you blind? Did you see Death God take action? He has bad eyesight and wants to get closer to watch the battle, isn't that okay?"
"Although I haven't taken action yet, I obviously want to——"
Gong Peng Jia's words came to an abrupt end because the Lord of Death suddenly retreated from the center of the battlefield.
"Damn, why did you leave Zhang Dayong alone there? Aren't you afraid that he would have his hair cut off?" Demon Ancestor screamed in fright when he saw Death God coming back empty-handed and leaving Zhang Xiaopeng in the center of the battlefield.
"Didn't Long Boyang come to see Zhang Dayong? I asked them to talk at close range, maybe they can calm down and turn the conflict into friendship." Death God replied.
"Second Senior Brother, continue to suppress him!" Zhang Xiaopeng's roar came from the center of the battlefield.
"——" Everyone was speechless.
Is this an attempt to turn hostility into friendship?
