The ghost mandrill flashed and "suddenly" appeared above Yin Tian's head. The giant blade was raised high above his head, and endless black flames spurted out, covering half of the sky in an instant. "Thankfully, I still expected this."
"Ant!"
When Yin Tian heard this, he was furious. He stood up suddenly, waving his fists and punching upwards with a tyrannical punch. "Who do you think you are? You dare to talk to me like this?"
"boom!"
The angry flame transformed into a black divine dragon and roared down, while the fist turned into a violent tornado and swept the sky. The two terrifying forces collided head-on, with a momentum comparable to that of sparks hitting the earth, making the whole world tremble.
The mandrill's body was violently ejected, his arms were in severe pain, his orifices were bleeding, and his whole body was about to burst.
"Wow!"
Qi and blood surged in Yin Tian's body, and all his bones were rattling. His face was as white as a ghost, and he was vomiting blood in large mouths. However, his whole body was still upright, like a proud king who refused to bow down no matter what.
Noble head.
Good guy!
He still has such fighting power!
The ghost mandrill stopped in mid-air, looking at the stubborn figure of the king Yin Tian, a strange light flashed in his eyes.
Lines of red aura escaped from his body and wrapped around the wound. In just a few breaths, he healed as before, but there was no trace of joy on Ghost Mandrill's face.
When he arrived, Yin Tian had already been beaten so hard by Zhong Wen that he almost went to hell.
But even though he was injured to the point of death, the resilience and fighting power he displayed far exceeded imagination.
It is no exaggeration to say that if it weren't for Demon Mandrill's violent and stormy offensive that continued to oppress his body, Yin Tian would have recovered more than half of his injuries at this moment.
The current situation looked like a mandrill wreaking havoc on a cloudy sky, but only he knew in his heart that he was in a very embarrassing situation.
Yin Tian's spirit and body are extremely strong. He seems to be dying, but he can't be killed no matter how hard he cuts.
On the contrary, he was afraid that the opponent would recover, so he had to continue wielding the giant blade to launch fierce attacks, without daring to stop for a moment.
In the past, in the eyes of many enemies, Demon Mandrill was just a weakling who could not be killed.
But he never imagined that one day he would meet a master who was stronger than himself.
It can't be delayed any longer!
After fighting like this for a while, Ghost Mandrill realized that something was wrong, suddenly his eyes flashed, he swung the giant blade of his right hand forward, and raised the five fingers of his left hand upwards.
"hold head high!!!"
Along with the loud roar of the dragon, black flames spurted out from his body, circling and dancing in the air, intertwining, and soon condensed into eight huge divine dragons that covered the sky and the sun.
The dragon's eyes were as red as lightning, the dragon's body was roiling with black flames, and every breath of the dragon contained terrifying power that could burn mountains and boil seas.
As the giant blade was swung, a dazzling ray of light shot out and fell on the eight divine dragons without any hesitation, adding a more gorgeous color to their already burly dragon bodies, weaving a heart-stopping picture in the air.
magnificent picture.
"hold head high!"
The eight divine dragons let out a long roar that shocked the sky, and then they all moved together, splitting or joining together, turning into eight black rays of light that tore through the sky, destroying the world and devouring all things, and slammed into the cloudy sky.
Gan!
I wonder if I have been in a cloudy world for the rest of my life, but am I going to die at the hands of a kid who takes advantage of others?
Feeling the invincible power of Shenlong, a look of shock and anger flashed in Yintian's eyes, but he still did not give in. Instead, he slowly raised his right arm, condensing all the remaining strength in his body into one point, trying to blast out the final blow.
A sure-fire punch.
"boom!"
Endless black flames surged up, sweeping across all directions with lightning speed, completely engulfing Yin Tian's figure in an instant. Everything in its path was instantly burned, and the temperature of the entire world suddenly rose.
Big cut.
Under the shroud of the eight divine dragons, the arrogant cloudy sky appears so small, like an inconspicuous ant.
While the two sides were fighting, a small ball of light came out of nowhere and slipped into the flames at a speed exceeding the speed of light.
Even with the strength of Ghost Mandrill and Yin Tian, they were unable to detect the existence of the light group.
The raging flames were still roaring and expanding, showing no signs of stopping.
The mandrill gasped for air and stared intently at the burning black flames, with a hint of nervousness in his expression.
That strike just now was already his ultimate killing move, which was enough to burn the earth and scorch the sky. Even top experts like Zhong Wen and Yuan Wuji would not dare to attack him lightly.
When he took action, he was determined to kill him. If he could not defeat Yin Tian in one fell swoop, this battle would surely reach a turning point.
"it hurts."
In the flames, Yin Tian's voice suddenly came out, calm and lazy, and there was no feeling of pain at all.
Ghost Mandrill was startled, and he raised the giant blade decisively, with a strong look of caution on his face.
Immediately afterwards, the flames that were crazy and restless just a moment ago suddenly disappeared, not even a flame was left, and soon a slender figure in the cloudy sky was revealed.
I saw that his face was rosy, his expression was calm, and there was a calm smile on his face. His whole body was shining with a light that could not be described in words. He was completely different from the half-dead cloudy sky before. How could he see any signs of injury?
Recovered?
How is that possible?
Ghost Mandrill's eyes were wide open, and his face was filled with disbelief.
After resisting his ultimate killing move head-on, Yin Tian not only did not die, but was in excellent condition, as if he had taken some powerful tonic.
"This old thing..."
Yintian looked down at his palm, his fingers sometimes bent and sometimes stretched, his eyes were quite complex, and he murmured to himself, "You woke up so soon?"
"drink!"
Seeing him in a daze, Gui Mandrill seized the opportunity and struck hard with his sword. The domineering sword light cut through the void and went straight to the front door of Yintian.
Yin Tian did not even raise his head, but slowly raised his right hand and stretched out a lone index finger.
"Bo!"
With a soft sound, the ghost mandrill's sword light fell squarely on Yin Tian's index finger, and it instantly collapsed and turned into countless black light spots, slowly floating in the sky.
Ghost Mandrill's heart was shaken, his eyes widened, and he swung the giant blade in his hand one after another, and once again slashed out two more violent sword lights.
"Bo!" "Bo!"
Yin Tian seemed to still be immersed in his own thoughts, not moving a single step, but waving his fingers casually, easily blocking his sharp and terrifying sword light.
His movements were so casual, without even raising his head, as if he just swatted two flies to death.
Ghost Mandrill took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it, his face becoming increasingly gloomy.
His intuition told him that the cloudy sky today was no longer the cloudy sky just now.
The battle situation seemed to be completely out of his control.
"That's all."
At this moment, Yin Tian suddenly raised his head, his eyes were clear and clear, he laughed, and said to someone, "It doesn't matter whose power it is, since it is an old thing who brought it to the door by himself, it is a waste not to use it, so deal with it first
Let’s talk about it now.”
Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared from the place without any warning.
"Ant, you were quite arrogant just now."
Almost at the same time, he appeared above the ghost mandrill, his eyes widened, and he slowly raised his right arm, "Come on, let's do it again."
Before he finished speaking, he already punched down lightly.
"Have you recovered?"
Ghost Mandrill's eyes flashed, and he grasped the handle of the giant blade with both hands at the same time, and jerked it upwards, "Okay, then let's compete openly..."
"Dang!"
Before the word "下" could be spoken, the giant blade in his hand was broken by Yin Tian's punch, half of the blade flew out in a spin, and soon disappeared into the horizon.
"Bang!"
However, Yin Tian's fist remained unabated and moved forward without mercy, hitting the ghost mandrill in the face without mercy.
"Crack!"
Between heaven and earth, there was a crisp sound of bones breaking.
"boom!"
The mandrill's face was instantly distorted into a human shape, and its body was like a meteor, falling to the ground at an incredible speed, creating a huge crater with unknown depth, and countless rocks and mud shot up. The picture
Comparable to a nuclear explosion.
In the huge crater, his cheeks were deeply sunken, his head was severely deformed, his eyes were dim and lifeless, and he seemed to have lost consciousness.
One punch!
With just one punch, the outcome is decided!
Ghost Mandrill, who once had an inseparable fight with Yuan Wuji, actually couldn't even land a punch from Yin Tian.
"The first one."
Yin Tian shook his fist, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, as if he had just killed an inconspicuous ant, then turned around and walked slowly towards the direction of the royal capital, softly uttering two words in his mouth.
"Huh?"
After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped. He looked back, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, "You can still stand up?"
"呲~呲~"
I saw the already unconscious Ghost Mandrill using a broken knife to support his body and stood up unsteadily. Countless red auras were flying around him, flowing rapidly, and the air was filled with indescribable discomfort.
Peaceful and violent.
I don't know when, his head has returned to its shape, his eyes are as red as fire, countless veins are popping up on his forehead, and his face is pale and purple. Against the background of the red light around him, he no longer looks like a human being, but more like he comes from hell.