When Zhang Mo saw that one of Long Yang's hands was crippled, he felt anxious. He swung the long sword in his hand faster. In an instant, the sword light filled the sky, and the suppressed Qinghai Taoist could not breathe.

"Qinghai, this guy's attack power is extremely strong, but his durability is insufficient and his follow-up power is weak. You hold him back while I kill the little thief Long Yang first!"

Long Yang's left hand was weak and he held a gun in one hand, looking extremely miserable.

The old monster Bitao smiled ferociously, thinking that he had a chance to win.

The nine-section whip took advantage of the victory and pursued it, turning into a nine-headed terrifying poisonous snake, screaming and spiraling towards Longyang.

Strong green light flashed everywhere in the air. These nine venomous snakes were unpredictable and mysterious, surrounding Long Yang from all directions, leaving Long Yang with no chance of escape.

Long Yang roared wildly, as if he had fallen into an ethereal realm. Even though he was holding a gun in one hand, it looked sharper.

He waved the Coiled Dragon's Backbone with one hand, and the spear danced with great force. At one time, it was like the Yangtze River, rolling up huge waves one after another. At another time, it transformed into millions of silver snakes, moving all over the sky.

As he swallowed and vomited, a gap was created among the nine green poisonous snakes. With the sound of gunshots and the sound of flesh and blood breaking, Long Yang unexpectedly broke through from this fatal blow!

The golden light loomed, and Long Yang was covered in blood, looking extremely embarrassed. In the middle of the antenna, he hit the Golden Immortal. Is it really a fatal situation?

Just as Long Yang stood still, the nine-section whip struck again like a shadow. Some well-intentioned monks in the distance couldn't bear to look at this desperate scene.

Suddenly, bursts of sacred golden light emerged from Long Yang's body. The golden light emanated from the blood he shed. This golden light was unparalleled.

The green giant snakes roaring and raging in the sky were tightly wrapped in the golden light gushing out of the blood. Waves of brilliant fire burst out in the sky, and these giant snakes were completely wiped out by the golden light!

"Hmph, even if your blood is super magical, what will happen?"

Immortal Bitao sneered, stretched out his hands, and a strange green hand dropped from the sky, exploding in front of Long Yang's chest. The spiritual energy in Long Yang's body suddenly flowed backwards like a tide, blood spurted from his nostrils, and golden light shone.

Long Yang's body suddenly rotated, suppressing the boiling energy, blood and spiritual power in his body, and roared loudly. At this moment, it was as if an ancient beast in his body was gradually awakening!

His hands suddenly grew larger, with sharp claws growing on them. These claws helped him better grip the spear in his hands, and the coiled dragon spine waved more smoothly in his hands.

Long Yang took a deep breath.

"I can't die here!"

A golden light flashed between his eyebrows, and the imprisonment deep in his memory was further unsealed. The pain came with strength, and soon, the injuries on his body were healed by this warm current.

Brilliant brilliance soared into the sky, the mountains shook, the earth cracked, Long Yang released a huge golden light, and golden light shone in his eyes.

"Come again!"

Long Yang shouted loudly, and the coiled dragon's spine turned into an ancient giant dragon. The dragon crashed away with extremely fast speed and unparalleled power. It was like a continuous explosion of fireworks, and it was extremely gorgeous.

Immortal Bitao was like an old monk in meditation, his face was as stone, and he stood firmly on the ground. He put away his long whip, held out a simple fly whisk, and murmured to himself.

"You're doing well for holding on till now, boy."

"But that's it for you!"

The simple fly whisk was swung out leisurely, unpretentious, but like the creation of the world, thunder erupted from the ground, and at that moment, the void seemed to be broken.

Long Yang drove the transparent wings on his back to the limit, constantly hovering around Immortal Bitao, using movement to control stillness, and the sky was filled with golden shadows.

The dragon-slaying spear technique became more and more fierce under the impact of the powerful power of Immortal Bitao. He would rather break than bend, and the fierce spear could reach thousands of feet away.

The hundred-year-old trees outside Nanyang City were destroyed by the gunfire. Dust filled the sky, the earth trembled, a few dark clouds faintly floated over the sea and sky, and a thunderstorm was approaching.

Long Yang didn't seem to get tired, and kept moving at a high speed, avoiding the indestructible power of this whisk. Everyone knew that if he was hit by this whisk, he would die.

The qi, blood and spiritual power in Long Yang's body were shaken and rolled by Immortal Bitao's profound cultivation. Although he was not hit directly, the strong wind carried by the whisk was extremely powerful.

Long Yang gritted his teeth and persisted. The meridians all over his body seemed to be about to burst. He used his dragon-slaying spear skills to the extreme. The world was fierce, the wind was howling, and the situation was changing.

At this time, dark clouds had filled the entire sky, and the sky dimmed instantly. Rolling thunder sounded, and the underwater world seemed even gloomier.

Wherever the gun passed, sand flew and rocks flew, Immortal Bitao was as steady as a mountain, and the strong spiritual power in his body gathered into an indestructible shield, and he was unscathed.

Old Immortal Bitao has been traversing the oceans for hundreds of years and has extremely rich practical experience. He knows the situation well and does not give Long Yang the slightest chance.

He suddenly gathered all his spiritual energy, pushed the whisk forward with lightning in his hand, and struck Long Yang sideways. A huge force not only wanted to tear Long Yang into pieces, but even the shop behind him could not be spared.

At the same time, Immortal Bitao waved his left hand concealedly, and then pulled tightly!

Long Yang was shocked to find that he was trapped by an invisible giant hand, unable to breathe, and unable to move quickly. Old Immortal Bitao sneered and seized this fleeting opportunity, hoping to kill him with one blow.

Long Yang was in the air, but with his strong physical fitness and strong will to fight, he turned over in the air and barely dodged the blow.

But the strong wind from the whisk also scratched Long Yang. His upper body clothes suddenly turned into pieces and scattered in the wind. A large amount of blood spurted out from his mouth and flew far away.

But the moment Long Yang flew out, he waved his spear, and the spear let out a soft groan, like a water bottle exploding and a dragon spring gushing out.

The shot penetrated Immortal Bitao's shield, and his chest was wounded by the shot, causing him to spit out blood.

"What? Immortal Bitao was actually injured by Long Yang? How is this possible?"

"Hey, you are such a genius, what a pity!"

"The world of immortality is so cruel. Geniuses often require luck. There are too many geniuses who have failed."

Old Immortal Bitao took a step back, and the wound on his chest was instantly repaired by spiritual energy.

"Boy, I wanted you to die happily, but now I have changed my mind!"

"I'm going to make you die in agony!"

Old Immortal Bitao was furious. He punched out several runes in his hand and focused on the ancient whisk. The whisk suddenly sped up a bit.

If it were a normal piece of equipment, a few points of speed would have no effect, but this whisk has extremely powerful attack power, but its speed is relatively slow.

Now that this speed is added, the threat will be greatly increased!

Long Yang fell far above the street, punching a big hole in the solid Nanyang City. Long Yang disappeared at the entrance of the hole, smoke and dust were everywhere, and the whole world was silent. Even Zhang Mo and Qinghai Taoist stopped to watch, and were greatly affected.

Shocking.

Time passed slowly, and all eyes were fixed on the terrifying pit. Blood dyed the large sea water red, and the eyes of many Bitao sect members gradually showed relaxed looks.

The pit was unfathomably deep, and there was no movement for a long time. It seemed that Long Yang had perished in this endless seabed!

Immortal Bitao stood quietly in front of the big pit. The sea water was calm except for the dazzling blood. However, Immortal Bitao suddenly felt a strong crisis!

"Whoosh!"

I saw a flash of golden light flying out of the big pit. It was an extremely mysterious beast, but it looked a bit like a big yellow dog!

The big yellow dog suddenly opened his eyes, looked up to the sky and let out a roar. The dragon horns on his head bloomed with extremely bright light, and the dragon scales on his body increased little by little. The previous dog appearance completely disappeared, and he turned into an extremely brave dog.

A dragon-horse, with a pair of bright wings flapping behind him, majestic.

"This is, Ryoma, this is the mythical beast Ryoma?!!!"

"No, this is not only a dragon horse, but also a mutated dragon horse! Look at the long horns on its head. Those are the gods among dragon horses in the ancient prehistoric era, and are special weapons only possessed by the Triceratops Dragon Horse!"

"I heard that the unique divine horn can release the power of destroying the world and breaking through the laws of a plane. Of course, that can only be accomplished by a demon emperor-level dragon horse who has cultivated to the extreme."

"No wonder Long Yang has progressed so quickly and his physique is so powerful. His body is actually an ancient dragon horse. This is really amazing!"

A terrifying aura bloomed out of Ryoma's body instantly. He couldn't control that terrifying power at all, even though it was just the tip of the iceberg.

Old Monster Bitao's strong combat experience allowed him to react in advance. He turned over to avoid it, flew back like a fallen leaf, and landed firmly on the ground.

But at this moment, he was also a little moved, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his face was frosty.

Long Yang was flying in the sky like a mist, and the face of the dragon horse was already covered with blood. There was a huge roar in his ears, and there was severe pain all over his body. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the whole world was blood red.

Although he had completed his transformation, the scars on his body were still there, the dragon and horse roared, and the whole world was shrouded in the light of the mythical beast.

The blood flowing out of his nose mixed with the blue water, lingering and dancing leisurely. The bright red blood outlined wonderful and strange curves in the water, but it was even more heroic, and there was a bit more killing in the sacredness!

The bottom of the sea is as dark as night, but the dragon's sun illuminates the dark sky.

The golden horn on Long Yang's head began to condense energy, and gradually formed a golden ball of light. It had a faint thundering momentum, which made people wonder whether this ball of light had the energy to destroy the world.

Immortal Bitao put away his smile and concentrated on it. The whisk in his hand danced into a green curtain. He pushed hard and the curtain moved forward.

The ball of light and the curtain keep getting closer.

Everyone felt that time was being stretched out, and a suffocating pressure was released from the two of them.

"boom!!!!!!"

A series of dazzling sparks and layers of oscillating transparent airflow collided in the wind, smoke and dust were everywhere, the golden light and green screen consumed each other, gradually disappeared, and finally a shocking explosion occurred.

The entire Nanyang City Square was directly blown into ruins.

The wings behind Long Yang were flying rapidly, and their movement trajectories were extremely strange. After transforming into the real body, the speed became even faster.

He kept sending out dragon horn waves, fighting around Bitao Immortal. Golden arcs shot out from the dragon horns, constantly attacking the weak spots that Bitao Immortal Fuchen couldn't guard against.

Long Yang is full of arrogance, his offensive is like a tide, and will never stop. His aura of king is unparalleled.

He struck directly at Immortal Bitao's chest. Under the golden light, the heaven and earth were filled with the sacred aura emitted by Long Yang. The golden aura and the green light complemented each other, creating a strange, alluring and beautiful scene.

Long Yang had been seriously injured just now and was lying helplessly in the quiet and cold mud of the seabed. His body was extremely weak after bleeding heavily, although his blood was powerful and replenished him with a lot of energy.

But he was still seriously injured. After such a fast movement and several dragon horn waves, he suddenly felt dizzy and his mouth was full of the taste of blood.

His feet paused, his transparent wings stopped dancing, he lost strength for a moment, and his body lost balance.

Long Yang reacted instantly, adjusted his body, and regained his speed.

But Old Immortal Bitao is a strong man who has experienced hundreds of battles, how could he miss such an opportunity?
To be continued...