Just fight

"Good boy~" Shangguan Longwu smiled faintly.

"Come on, fight~"

"Marriage, ancient inheritance, see if it is the strongest inheritance of our clan's divine way, or the strongest inheritance of martial arts!" Yan Wu's fighting spirit broke out.

In one breath, two streams of light collided instantly, and two red lights instantly reflected in the sky.

Each person and one god are all powerful people in the ninth realm. The cultivation of the gods is not the way of life, but a kind of inheritance of the way they call the way of gods. It is not only a strong body, but also a very different body of magical techniques.

The red-santhemum was like a divine light, competing with the qi and blood in the sky, and the domineering aura filled the surroundings of Tianzhu Mountain.

"Divine Art: Thunder Flame!" Yan Wu shouted.

"Good come, the sun is hot and sun~" A ray of flames seemed to rise behind Shangguan Longwu, which instantly made the radius of flames burning in a hundred miles.

Some of the thousands of races who could not withstand the scorching breath of the flames of the flames instantly retreated a hundred miles away, fearing that they would come again, and that the fight would be fine, and the innocent person who was watching the battle would be robbed.

The blood clan who was fighting with Yan Chuxi was also unable to resist Yan Yang and retreated directly into a shadow.

Gular was frantically following his saliva, which was so terrifying. The flames of the sky were just a trace of burning air. He felt that he was about to melt and completely turn into a pool of blood and die.

But he avoided Yan Chuxi but couldn't dodge Yan Chuxi, and his blood-sucking stick wrapped around the domineering blood and fell.

Gulaer dodged, and white smoke suddenly emanated from his whole body. He was burned by the flame sun above his head. With a sound of strength, he quickly fell from the peak of the seventh level to the point where he first entered the seventh level.

At his peak, he couldn't even beat Yan Chuxi, and even had to lose a little, and now his strength is even more difficult to hold on.

"Guruel save me~" Gular roared repeatedly.

"Hmph~" A cold snorted, a cloak covering the sky and the sun unfolded, and a pale-faced blood clan cracked his mouth, "You can get out, this little beauty is mine now~"

"Bully my companions, do you think we don't exist?" Wu Tianchen's big gun shook, and the red blood blasted out in endless murderous aura.

"The blood clan, what a blood clan, today slaughter the blood clan~" Qu Ming's murderous aura surged, and his spear stabbed out in one direction, "The way of seven killings, killing sentient beings, I use the way of seven killings, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing~"

The six paths of killing energy turned into the word "kill" and was imprinted on the spear, directly shattering a place of nothingness.

A pale face and ferocious expression of the blood clan flew into the air and shouted angrily: "What's the point of this matter to me? I'm just watching the battle. You're too bullying people by the human race!"

"Hmph, you're sneaky, kill!" Qu Ming had no time to pay attention, and the killing aura on the spear skyrocketed several times.

"Blood Flame Burning Heaven..." The blood clan looked at the slaying Qu Ming and did not dare to be careless. The scarlet blood gas turned into the flames of Burning Heaven and rushed out.

"Then I'll choose one too~" The mental power in Song Long's soul surged out, covering an area instantly.

Then his figure flashed, and the halberd directly hit a blood clan watching the battle, which instantly made him furious. He was covered with blood flames rising all over his body, and endless scarlet blood Qi turned into blood flames all over the sky, covering Song Long's body.

The ferocious blood clan had an angry look on his face. It was an eighth-level, a small seventh-level human race, and he dared to bully him.

With a smile on his face, Song Long's body blurred and instantly appeared behind the blood clan. The halberd fell directly, and the power seemed like a halberd was about to slash it into two halberds.

As soon as Song Long disappeared, the eighth-level blood clan was stunned, and then his mind trembled suddenly, and his blood qi exploded and rushed forward.

But even so, a blood mark was still cut from his back, and the scarlet and smelly blood dripped on the ground. The domineering martial arts blood rushed into his body, igniting the blood in his body.

"Roar~ah~~"

"Very good, the seventh level reverses the eighth level, the great blood clan Viscount Dagulas, you want to die~" A whistle sounded, mixed with mental impact.

"Good...the complicated mental impact is simply trash~" Song Long curled his lips, and the halberd tear the space and slashed it, "When you are sick, you Mr. Long is not a good person, kill you first~"

"Bastard~" Several angry curses sounded.

Several figures appeared, all of them were dragons among the starry sky, each with complex expressions.

Damn, you are called Uncle Long. In the future, I will still be able to call Uncle Long when fighting with people. Who is the Uncle Long then? You are the Dragon clan, so you dare to call Uncle Long there.

Later, this real uncle Long will tell you what the real uncle Long is! ~~

"You are very strong~" Yan Wu's expression was very complicated.

The human race is indeed very strong in martial arts. He uses all his own methods and does not gain any advantage. He even loses a little.

After looking at the fist marks and cracks on his armor, he took a few more punches, and the armor would probably collapse. This was a half-king-level armor made of king-level treasure materials, and almost failed to protect himself.

Shangguan Longwu's fist surging, and he said lightly: "There are even stronger, how many more punches can you take?"

"Three punches!" Yan Wuyi pulled the armor on his body and took off the armor and said, "It's a pity that it's ruined. My God's body will never lose to your human body. Fight!"

"Ha~" Shangguan Longwu smiled faintly.

The fist is fierce and the magical technique is weird. The two figures collide violently in the void.

A series of space cracks continued to emerge. If this eternal star had not been blessed with the foremost blessing, just the battle of hundreds of quasi-kings would have completely destroyed the star.

As the power of martial arts is revealed, each martial arts student has found his own opponents.

They found all the blood clans below the ninth level and started fighting one by one. In a few strokes, several sixth level blood clans were killed.

As for the blood tribes at the ninth level and quasi-king realm, they secretly gritted their teeth and dared not take action. Endless anger flashed in their scarlet eyes.

Several quasi-king blood clans stared at the figures on the top of the mountain, but they could not have the slightest motivation to take action. The terrible sword energy of the human female supreme lingered in the void all around them.

If they move, they will be killed directly. Even the figures next to them are filled with a sensation that makes them frightened.

Many people have recognized that the sword spirit body held by the female supreme human race is probably the saint of the sword spirit generation, Jian Yiyun, one of the quasi-king supreme emperors who have spread across the starry sky for a hundred years...

One of the supreme quasi-kings supreme masters was defeated, and these little blood clans in the quasi-kings realm were probably not enough to cut with one sword.

"Yan Wufai!" Dao Shengji said lightly.

"So fast?" The supreme king of the Dragon Clan looked surprised, "Dao Shengji, have you read it wrong? The Tao is also the inheritance of ancient times..."

"How could the emperor's son be defeated?" The quasi-king king of the gods was shocked.

"Although the Shinto is very strong, the martial arts are even stronger~" Dao Shengji sighed slightly.

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