Bang bang bang bang!

The battle between Xing Yu and Qionglang is still continuing. Although many people present cannot understand how the two fight, they still opened their eyes wide and wanted to find out.

At this moment, suddenly Xing Yu and Qionglang appeared at the same time.

Xing Yu stabbed Qionglang's chest with a sword, and blood thrust.

Qionglang's robe was rising and falling, and his body trembled, but he held Xing Yu's neck tightly with his palm, piercing his skin with five fingers, and blood kept splashing.

The people present took a breath at the same time. Has the battle gone to the end? Both of them were injured.

Qionglang's pair of purple and black eyes bloomed, and he said coldly: "You lost."

"lose?"

Xing Yu pursed his lips slightly, smiled evilly, and said, "You are too underestimating me."

Qionglang suddenly had his eyes tightened and he was about to retreat immediately, but Xing Yu suddenly spread a stream of flames through his body. The Eagle-Dang Zhenjie Cauldron appeared behind him, and the Vermilion Bird hissed in the sky.

Behind Qionglang, a Xing Yu appeared out of thin air, and the body was cold and the martial arts domain swept through, directly releasing absolute zero degrees to imprison Qionglang.

With a sword in hand, Xing Yu instantly used the Ice Prison Killing Fist, no, the Ice Prison Killing Sword!

In an instant, tens of thousands of swords carried the supreme ice cold power to crush Qionglang, and half of the entire sky was destroyed with Qionglang as the center.

Xing Yu, who released the flames, held his fingers tightly, and the Burning Heaven Overlord Emperor Sword suddenly pulled out, directly carrying the supreme violent flames to release the Nether Star.

Ice and fire burst out in an instant, and the whole world evaporated with flames and endless cold mist, as if the night was dispersed.

And Qionglang, who was mixed in ice and fire, suddenly roared in pain.

With all your strength in three breaths, no matter how fast Qionglang is or how strong his defense is, he cannot avoid or bear it.

As the ice and fire slowly dissipated, Xing Yu in the air held a sword and pierced through Qionglang's chest.

Qionglang's gorgeous robe was ragged, and was there layers of flames and strange cold mist around his body, and his limbs drooped down weakly.

The mask worn on his cheeks shattered, revealing a pale face that was as white as a ghost, bleeding from seven orifices.

"Under the price of me!"

Xing Yu smiled evilly, and there was cruelty and ruthlessness between his eyebrows.

The release of the move just now was not something Xing Yu could do alone. The Xing Yu who released the flames was the strongest clone forged by Xing Yu with the Destruction of the Ancient Flame Tree.

Although he can only practice the secrets of flame and destruction, his combat power is comparable to Xing Yu who fights with release of flames.

Especially his body defense, Xing Yu was surprised.

After all, it is the strongest clone with the Destruction of the Ancient Flame Tree as its foundation and the fusion of the Secret Crystal as its core!

Qionglang attacked Xing Yu's body and the strongest clone at the same time. It was already incredible that Xing Yu could still live.

But he will definitely die today!

"cost?"

Qionglang's mouth raised slightly, revealing pale teeth, his face was ferocious, and his black and purple eyes were dazzling.

"This price is nothing. It is worth it to be able to pay this price to kill you."

Xing Yu's eyes suddenly froze, and his arms moved immediately to smash Qionglang, but Qionglang's eyes suddenly released their brilliance.

"Soul and Evil Eyes·Kill!"

Hissing!

Two beams of light, one black and one purple, suddenly shot out from Qionglang's eyes, and in an instant, they merged into a black and purple beam in the air, vaguely turning into a mysterious symbol, the symbol is like the word "kill"!

A sharp murderous aura enveloped Xing Yu, making Xing Yu feel that the soul palace was trembling subconsciously!

"What a strong murderous aura! This evil eye technique has really been evolved to the extreme by the Evil Ming Cult!"

Xing Yu was shocked, but Xing Yu narrowed his eyes, a strange blood light flowed, and his evil smile rose, which made the demonic and weird.

"But you're almost at the right level to kill me!"

"Dead Silent Eyes·Blood Prison Evil Dragon!"

A bloody light burst out in Xing Yu's eyes instantly, and the blood spread throughout the sky.

A low dragon roar suddenly echoed between the world, and a huge evil dragon that was winding for more than a few miles appeared out of nowhere. With a roar, it directly smashed the symbol of the word "Kill" transformed into black and purple, and then drilled into Qionglang's eyes.

"Ahhhh!"

Qionglang was pierced by Xing Yu's sword and blood kept flowing. He had never been so painful at this time.

Not because of anything else, just because the evil dragon directly entered the Soul Palace, waving its dragon claws and swinging its tail, and slamming the Soul Palace madly. Every blow made Qionglang feel that his soul was twitching.

Finally, a crackling sound rang out, and Qionglang's soul palace dissipated instantly.

Puff!

Qionglang vomited a mouthful of blood, his eyes finally dimmed, and his body hung weakly on Xing Yu's sword, completely dead.

The Venerable's body can survive again if it is crushed, because the body incarnation leaves with Wu Dan and his own soul palace.

The soul is the foundation of the spirit. The Venerable is very strong, but he is also a spirit, not a god.

The soul is broken, and life is gone!

After refining Qionglang's body casually, Xing Yu then put away his sword and stood in the sky with his hands behind his back. He let out a breath of turbid air, secretly recovering from his injuries, while looking down at the audience with a indifferent expression.

The audience looked at Xing Yu in silence. At this time, they were no longer shocked, only awe, respect, and fear!

If anyone else is looking at Xing Yu at this time, it would be an idiot.

Xing Yu told everyone with practical actions that no one can match his strength!

His eyes fell on Duan Mingzhao, with a gloomy face, and Xing Yu's mouth raised slightly, and a ruthlessness flashed across his eyes.

"Duan Mingzhao, can you expect this situation?"

Duan Mingzhao suddenly clenched his palms, and the blue veins on his forehead were exposed, like a dragon suddenly rising.

This bastard is actually stronger than the last time. How could he make such a rapid progress! He is simply comparable to those demons in the Eastern World!

The biggest purpose of his appearance on the border of Yin and Yang was to kill Xing Yu, and Jia Yao and others were suddenly summoned back to discuss the attack on the Fen Mansion.

Unexpectedly, Xing Yu happened to kill the Blood-Slaughter Monk, and then he joined forces with the Blood Demon Monk to capture it. However, he did not expect that a remnant star flame master appeared!

There is still a blood monk who can fight against it, and there is also a Qionglang, which makes Duan Mingzhao very confident. Now that Qionglang is dead, it has formed an embarrassing situation at the beginning.

Duan Mingzhao originally wanted to summon more people from the Xie Ming Sect, but they were busy with some major events for the time being. Duan Mingzhao was also looking forward to it, so he didn't find anyone, thinking that Qionglang could win, but Xing Yu...

When I think about Duan Mingzhao, my face was so ferocious that I was so angry that I was so angry.

At this moment, the sacred Buddha light flowed in the eyes of the Domineering Blood Monk. He looked at Xing Yu from afar and smiled: "Just defeat a Qionglang, haha. Judging from your appearance, you seem to be very proud. Do you think today can end like this?"

Xing Yu narrowed his eyes and was about to speak, but his face suddenly froze!

Swallowing!

Nearly a hundred great masters appeared behind the blood monk in an instant, and then two figures appeared out of thin air on the side of the blood monk in the world.

On the left side, a man was wearing a black robe with a cross on his shoulders and a mighty body standing like a black tower, filled with deep pressure.

On the right side, each person has a white robe, long green hair, thin figure, looks weak and unconventional, just like a weak scholar.

But one of his eyes was like a cat, with vertical pupils, and his arms were very long, vertically down, and raised with his knees.

The palms of ordinary people, which are three times wide and long, are dry and black, and their sharp nails are three feet long. Under the moonlight, they are shining with a cold and cold light.
Chapter completed!