And Ou Luan's aura at this moment is actually comparable to that of an ordinary pseudo-Martial Soul Realm powerhouse. This is simply unbelievable.
The majestic aura was as turbulent as the sea, setting off extremely terrifying waves. This power seemed to be able to destroy everything, making all the warriors present feel palpitations.
Their eyes were fixed on Ou Luan, as if they wanted to catch every detail of his movements.
The platform of life and death kept shaking under the powerful aura of Ou Luan, as if it would collapse at any time. The other warriors on the platform also felt the oppression of this force, and their faces became pale.
The audience was even more frightened as they knew that this battle had reached a whole new level.
"Tian Yang Divine Art!"
A cry of surprise pierced the sky, as if even the air was trembling. This name has long been heard in Tianxiahui, and even in the entire southern region. It represents an ultimate power, a unique skill that can shock the entire martial arts world.
"Yes, this is Ou Luan's Tianyang Magic!"
The surrounding warriors started talking, with shock and awe written on their faces. Tianyang Shengong is known as one of the top martial arts in the Tianxiahui. Its cultivation is extremely difficult, and almost no one can successfully master it.
However, today, they actually witnessed the manifestation of this magical power with their own eyes.
"He actually succeeded in practicing!"
Some people are amazed, some are jealous, but most of them recognize Ou Luan's strength. Once the Tianyang Divine Art is successfully practiced, its power will be unmatched, enough to make any opponent despair.
"This battle is over!"
Someone whispered, the voice full of helplessness. Under the pressure of Tianyang Divine Art, Ling Xiao seemed to have no chance of winning.
Ou Luan stood on the stage, looking down at Ling Xiao, with a faint smile on his face. He spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful: "You have always been very calm, but you would never have thought that I
You must have such magical skills. Now, why do you beat me?"
His tone was full of domineering, as if the whole world was under his control. His eyes were like two sharp swords, piercing Ling Xiao's heart.
Domineering!
I am the only one!
Arrogant about everything!
This is the chaos in Europe at the moment.
The lower courtyard of Tianxiahui is the holy land of cultivation that many young martial artists dream of. All the senior figures there are the best in martial arts.
However, even among these top leaders, most of their cultivation levels are at the peak of the Hunyuan Realm, which is already the limit that they can reach.
Among the House of Commons, there is only the highly respected Dean of the House of Commons. He has barely reached the pinnacle of this realm by virtue of his profound martial arts attainments and years of practice.
However, today on the stage of life and death, a young figure broke this routine. He was Ou Luan. When he showed the terrifying power of Tianyang Divine Art, everyone realized that he had surpassed the Dean of the House of Commons.
, and became a more terrifying existence.
Further up, there is the Upper Court of the Tianxiahui, where more powerful warriors gather. But even the deacons and elders in the Upper Court, most of their cultivations are still in the Hunyuan realm.
Those who can break through this realm and reach the martial spirit realm are all true martial arts giants. They are not only the core strength of the Upper House, but also the pillars of the entire Tianxiahui.
However, Ou Luan, at the age of only twenty years old, has already demonstrated terrifying combat power that surpasses 90% of the warriors in the Upper House.
This talent is enough to shock everyone. No wonder he is ranked fifth in the House of Lords. With such strength, he is indeed well-deserved.
How does Ling Xiao deal with this sudden and strong pressure?
On and off the stage, all eyes were focused on Ling Xiao. They were nervous and curious, wondering how this famous young genius would face the terrifying power of Tianyang Divine Art.
Ling Xiao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a calm smile.
He looked at Ou Luan, with a flash of appreciation in his eyes: "Tianyang Magic? Is this your trump card? It is indeed well-deserved. With such a powerful aura, even I feel unprecedented pressure. In this battle, you really did not let me
Disappointed, you are indeed an opponent worthy of my all-out efforts!"
When Ou Luan heard Ling Xiao's words, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.
He responded coldly: "You are very good at making lies and pretending to be calm and calm. But today, you will definitely die! I will not only defeat you, but also go to Northern Xinjiang to wipe out your tyrant empire.
, let all traces of you in this world disappear! Just watch under the Nine Springs!"
Ling Xiao curled his lips and retorted disdainfully: "What a shameless statement! Do you think you can be invincible with the help of Tianyang Divine Art? Let me tell you, you are still far away!"
He continued to analyze: "Although you are powerful, you can only reach the first level of Wuhun Realm at best, and it is still a fake Wuhun Realm. Because you have not truly awakened your Wuhun. Without the support of Wuhun, your Tianyang
No matter how powerful your magic power is, it is nothing more than a tree without roots and water without a source."
Ling Xiao's words made Ou Luan's expression change slightly. It was true that he had not awakened his martial spirit. This was a secret and a pain point for him. But he did not expect that Ling Xiao could see his flaw at a glance.
"Huh, even so, if I kill you, it's like slaughtering a dog and killing a chicken!"
Ou Luan snorted coldly.
Ling Xiao smiled disdainfully.
Let alone the Destruction of the Tyrant Empire, regardless of Meng Haoqing, Abi or Weiwei, these three people can easily defeat this guy.
Where does this guy get his confidence from?
"Are you talking shamelessly? You will know soon, kill!" Ou Luan's voice was cold and decisive, like the cold wind blowing on the glacier, with undoubted murderous intent.
As his words fell, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and a strong sense of oppression made everyone present feel suffocated.
Ou Luan once again raised the spear in his hand high. The spear was like a silver dragon, shining with cold and sharp light in the sun. In his eyes, sharp and terrifying killing intent burst out, as if he wanted to destroy the whole world.
Devour.
There was a loud bang, and blazing flames instantly spurted out from Ou Luan's spear, like a fire dragon tumbling in the air.
The temperature of the flame was so high that even the surrounding air was melted instantly, forming a terrifying void. Wherever the flame passed, it seemed as if even the space was being torn apart, making people shudder.
Against the background of the flames, Ou Luan's figure looked unusually tall. He stood on the battlefield like a god of war. His aura was majestic and powerful, as if he wanted to trample the entire world under his feet.
The next moment, Ou stirred.
His figure disappeared instantly, leaving only an afterimage. When he appeared again, he had already arrived in front of Ling Xiao. His spear turned into a dazzling and hot spear light, penetrating the void and heading towards Ling Xiao's