Thunder in the wilderness A mighty force hit Ying Zheng on the shoulder, causing the starry sky armor to tremble continuously.
Ying Zheng gritted his teeth, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were filled with fierce light, and he suddenly turned around and was hit with a heavy punch.
On Ye Yang's chest "Bang" The dull sound echoed in the air, and Ye Yang was shaken and flew backwards.
There was a tearing pain in his chest, as if a thousand kilograms of stone were pressing down.
Ye Yang could even feel that his ribs seemed to have been broken several times.
Roots, you can feel heart-wrenching pain at the slightest movement.
"Papa pa pa" Three wind-blade arrows flew through the sky and continuously bombarded Ying Zheng's chest.
However, Ying Zheng, who was so powerful, simply ignored this level of attack.
He reached out and pulled out the arrows.
Blood flew everywhere.
A ferocious smile appeared on the corner of Ying Zheng's mouth.
He shouted loudly: "Qing You Sect's martial art, you are seeking death."
Holding the arrow tightly, Ying Zheng shouted and returned all the arrows.
The iron arrows fell towards Yun Xiaoxi like meteors with great momentum.
Yun Xiaoxi let out a soft cry, and hurriedly raised her pink arms to gather an energy shield to resist.
There was a loud "bang" sound, and Yun Xiaoxi continued to retreat, with blood splattering from the corner of her mouth.
There is no doubt that neither Ye Yang nor Yun Xiaoxi can compete with Ying Zheng head-on.
"Kill, don't retreat" Xiang Yu held the Coiled Dragon Halberd, with a formidable momentum.
He suddenly thrust forward, but was defeated by Ying Zheng's soul-eating magic sword.
Ying Zheng opened his big hand, and a ball of energy storm suddenly swallowed up Xiang Yu, taking Xiang Yu with him.
The majestic figure fell down, exploding a large hole in the ground.
In the midst of lightning and flint, Ying Zheng danced his magic sword, blocking and killing in all directions, using his sword energy to defend against the enemy.
"Puff" Zhong Limei pulled away and retreated hastily.
There were two shocking blood marks on his chest.
He was slashed by Ying Zheng as soon as they met.
Ying Bu on one side was not much better either.
Ying Zheng made a palm print on his chest from a distance, and he could clearly hear it for a while.
The sound of broken ribs, the entire battle scene was extremely tragic "call" Ying Zheng suddenly reached out and grabbed the lapel of Long Qie's clothes, laughed loudly and said, "Go to hell, you traitor."
The soul-eating demonic sword pierced through the air, and Long Qie brandished his iron fist to strike at the opponent's chest.
However, there was nothing he could do.
Seeing that Ying Zheng was determined to cut off Long Qie's head with the knife that must be won.
At the critical moment, Ye Yang appeared again, with a pair of golden eyes without emotion.
He was floating high in the air, holding a sword with both hands.
The form of a fire god appeared behind him, and a blow that swallowed up the world was forming.
It was the fire.
The most powerful third strike among the three divine moves: Oracle descends from the sky Countless starry firepower poured into the True Fire Sword, burning the Divine Sword red.
Ye Yang shouted: "Ying Zheng, suffer death."
"Wow" The heavy sword fell, and even Ying Zheng was moved by the powerful momentum.
He couldn't help but let go of Long Qie in his hand, waved the soul-eating magic knife, and faced Ye Yang head-on.
In an instant, the flames on the true fire sword turned into orange.
Ye Yang was already desperate, and actually used the life fire to concentrate the energy of the oracle.
This blow was executed with the second level of starry sky and the second level of Vulcan transformation.
The power is enough to shake the world, and it is also Ye Yang's strongest blow since his debut.
The soul-devouring light of the magic sword was strong.
Ying Zheng did not dare to underestimate this blow.
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He also raised his power to the peak and shouted: "Young man from Liangcheng, come and do it if you have the guts."
"Hey" Ye Yang laughed fearlessly, and his figure suddenly fell.
The sharp sword in his hand tilted out with an overwhelming sword light, and he killed Ying Zheng with the overwhelming momentum of a mountain.
The soul-eating demonic sword went towards us, and the two peerless weapons collided head-on.
"Bang" The sky and the earth changed color, the mountains and rivers shook.
The fierce attack of the two superpowers made everyone change their colors.
The blazing light made everyone unable to open their eyes.
The violent energy shock wave made people with slightly lower skills such as Zhang Liang and Xiang Liang retreat continuously.
Come to escape, no one thought that the boy from the Liangcheng Vulcan clan could possess such tyrannical power.
The light gradually dissipated, and everyone was shocked again.
Ye Yang's blow failed to reverse the situation, but caused a fatal disaster.
The soul-eating blade of the demon knife completely cut into the Vulcan armor, and was frantically absorbing Ye Yang.
The life force of Ye Yang, and the real fire sword in Ye Yang's hand also penetrated Ying Zheng's chest.
The two of them actually fought to the point where both sides were injured.
"drink" With his eyes clear, Ye Yang knew that he had suffered a big loss in this way, and without hesitation, he instantly stirred up the remaining life fire power in his body and penetrated it into the long sword.
Suddenly, the surging life fire penetrated directly into Ying Zheng Within the body, the tyrannical damage is even more imaginable.
Ying Zheng realized something was wrong in an instant and hurriedly kicked Ye Yang on the shoulder.
"Bang" After Ye Yang received the blow, he fell like a cannonball, creating a huge crater on the rock.
In the air, Ying Zheng's face was very cold, and his body was covered with flames.
He was quickly suppressing the life fire in his body, but he was frowning.
He had no idea that this boy's power was so domineering and powerful, and it was so strange and abnormal that it triggered his own inner feelings.
The fire surges continuously, almost as if it is going to devour itself.
"Huh, bastard" Ying Zheng cursed in a low voice, looking down on that kid.
However, Yun Xiaoxi saw the clues and hurriedly shouted: "Hurry up and attack, don't let him recover, otherwise you will lose the best opportunity to kill him."
Upon hearing this, Xiang Yu immediately held up the dragon halberd and swept over again.
The power of the starry sky flowed, his body slightly bent, and the power condensed behind him into the image of a tiger.
He shouted: "Tiger bites!"
Yun Xiaoxi was slightly shuddered.
This was a heaven-level martial art that had been lost for a long time.
Xiang Yu actually learned such a domineering martial art.
It was indeed extraordinary.
"roar" A sharp blow burst into the air, and the tiger with condensed energy pounced on Ying Zheng.
The light shot into the sky, and the roar of the tiger shook people far and near.
The hasty blow only made Ying Zheng retreat in panic, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face became pale.
He became more and more ferocious, spitting blood and laughing: "Ignorant boy, you want to kill me, you're dreaming."
"brush" Arriving in front of Xiang Yu at a speed like a phantom, Ying Zheng slashed Xiang Yu's arm with a sharp knife.
"Crack" With a sharp knife, Xiang Yu's left arm was torn open with a long bloody mouth, and the huge impact buried his whole body alive in the soil.
Ying Zheng raised his head and his eyes drifted to Ye Yang.
It was this boy who made him so embarrassed.
"Suffer death, boy" Ye Yang suddenly turned around and realized that Ying Zheng had to kill him.
He suddenly became frightened and fled towards the southwest without caring about fighting.
Yes, there is Ye Yang's last trump card there.
The hundreds of dragon warriors who are secretly ambushing there, led by Zhao Yun, use the Dragon Trap Formation to deal with Ying Zheng.
Even if he is the real dragon emperor, it must be difficult.
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