The storm raged, like the brightest star exploding, bombarding Ye Cheng!
With the Red Flame Sword as its core, Ye Cheng's body is surrounded by the roaring wind, forming its own small world of sword realm, resisting the strongest and final blow of the Old Man Riding the Green Ox backwards!
"The world of freedom!"
There was no panic in Ye Cheng's eyes, he mobilized the vitality in his body and melted all the power into his own little world.
This is his strongest defense!
Rumble, rumble!
Countless fireworks exploded, and the sonic boom continued.
Ten minutes later, the explosion gradually disappeared.
Everyone trembled, their hearts hanging in their throats, and they stared at the center of the explosion.
"Ye Shuai!"
The strong men who entered Mount Tai all looked pale. The power of the explosion just now was completely beyond their imagination. Even if they believed in Ye Cheng, they would not think that Ye Cheng could survive this blow intact.
"Ahem..."
The old man riding the green bull was coughing up blood. The black sword he held in his hands had been broken into pieces. His whole body was shaky, his breath was weak and disordered, his hair became extremely pale again, and the wrinkles on his face were completely squeezed.
Press together.
The real dying age!
After the ultimate blow, regardless of victory or defeat, this old man will be destroyed!
This is the way he chose to end it.
"Sure enough... I'm still not as good as the person in power, and I'm not as good as... you!"
The old man who was riding the green bull backwards slowly raised his dull eyes, which were cloudy and confused.
At this moment, the energy in the center of the explosion dispersed with the wind. Ye Cheng, dressed in black, still stood on the spot, his figure as tall and straight as a pine and cypress, his eyes shining brightly, full of high-spirited fighting spirit.
Blood was constantly spilling out of Ye Cheng's body, but it was obvious that these injuries did not damage the internal organs.
"You lose!"
Ye Cheng slowly raised the Red Flame Sword. The sword was entangled with dark red flames, and the tip of the sword was pointed at the old man riding the green bull backwards.
"Yes, I lost. I was inferior to those in power back then, and now I am surpassed by his disciples. Living in the same era as you is the tragedy of all warriors! If there is an afterlife, I would rather choose to be an unknown warrior.
Since we can’t reach the pinnacle of martial arts, why don’t we lose sight of everyone..."
sighing,
The old man riding the green bull backwards finally turned around and looked at the living widow with a face full of horror and confusion. He coughed up blood and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry..."
After saying this, the old man riding the green bull backwards closed his eyes, mobilized the last profound energy in his body, tore his body apart, and annihilated himself between heaven and earth!
This is the last bit of dignity he gives himself!
A land god died in battle in front of everyone!
For most warriors, this is the first time to witness the death of a land god!
"Ye Shuai... Ye Shuai is strong enough to kill the land gods!"
"This time, Ye Shuai defeated the old man riding the green bull from the front. Ye Shuai won the battle with dignity! Maybe Ye Shuai can really reach the top and become a person for the ages!"
"The disorderly martial arts competition may end in the hands of Ye Shuai!"
"Long live Ye Shuai!"
Someone started cheering!
"Now, it's your turn!"
Ye Cheng looked at the living widow, with black flames still burning in his eyes, and his voice was cold.
"bring it on!"
The living widow took a deep breath and said nothing more.
It is a fact that she participated in the attack on the people in power. It is also a fact that she took action against the people around Ye Cheng. It is also a fact that she detained the warriors who entered Mount Tai. It is even more true that she wanted to kill Ye Cheng. She will not beg Ye Cheng to spare her.
One life!
She is a land goddess with her own pride and glory!
boom!
In an instant, the two figures were intertwined, lightning flashed, and the roar started again!
Bang bang!
Both of them used their strongest power, mobilized all the rules and powers under their control, and used murderous intent.
Not long after, there were lines of blood staining the sky red.
on the other side,
Leng Wuhen also took action against scholars.
As a sword sound sounded, Leng Wuhen stabbed the scholar with his sword.
clang!
The scholar's face was solemn, and he opened his folding fan to resist the sword, but at the same time, his body was covered by a huge force, and he was pulled into Leng Wuhen's domain.
"Gather the mighty power of heaven and earth to kill all the ghosts and ghosts in the world!"
Seeing that the scholar was in crisis, the Confucian scholar waved his hands and mobilized all his strength to form a hurricane, like the heaven and earth toppling, and like the falling stars, covering Leng Wuhen from all directions.
"The mighty power is nothing more than this!"
Leng Wuhen still locked the long sword on the scholar, but dark fire appeared in the palm of his other hand, forming a whirlpool of flames, clashing with this vast and boundless power!
Dazzling rays of light exploded layer by layer, air currents exploded all around, the factors of destruction were raging, and it seemed that the end of the world was ushering in between heaven and earth!
But what scares the scholars and Confucian scholars is that the two of them joined forces, instead of suppressing Leng Wuhen, they fell into a disadvantage!
Tear!
The folding fan made of countless black gold was pierced with a hole by Leng Wuhen's sharp sword blade. The blade moved straight forward and passed over the scholar's shoulder with a devastating force.
A line of blood flowed violently, and the scholar hurriedly formed a field defense, not daring to continue to confront Leng Wuhen head-on, and took ten steps back.
The seemingly boundless power of the Confucian scholar was also shrinking at this moment, constantly falling into the black vortex in Leng Wuhen's palm, unable to break through at all and causing harm to Leng Wuhen.
"You are weaker than I thought!"
laugh!
Leng Wuhen raised his long sword, the shadow of the sword surged, and a vast and cold aura enveloped the scholar.
Swords of light roared like arrows!
The scholar was shocked. When he tried to block, his defenses had been penetrated!
Tsk!
Several bloody holes appeared on the scholar's body, staining his white clothes red.
"Destroy!"
Almost at the same time, Leng Wuhen gathered his five fingers, and black flames were entwined between the five fingers. The five fingers became huge, like the punch of Hercules falling directly on the Confucian scholar, shattering the Confucian scholar's awe-inspiring power in an extremely rough way.
Defensive barrier, a punch hit his chest and abdomen!
Poof! The Confucian scholar's abdomen was almost punctured, his aura around him was disordered, and he felt dizzy before his eyes.
"They're just ants!"
Leng Wuhen snorted coldly, and the energy around his body raged like turbulent currents, completely enveloping the scholars and Confucian scholars in his own terrifying realm.
The next moment, Leng Wuhen pierced the scholar's heart with a sword, nailed the scholar to the wall, put his five fingers on his forehead, and the black vortex reappeared, forcibly extracting from the scholar's body the power of the land gods that he could swallow and refine.
"ah!!!"
The scholar looked ferocious and kept roaring, but he couldn't struggle at all.
"you……"
The Confucian scholar was stunned, looking at Leng Wuhen at this time, it was like looking at a truly bloodthirsty demon!