Chapter 1200 Strength Overwhelms, Why Do You Rely on It?

"Six suns open the sky!"

Yang Qingxuan gave a soft shout, and the six flames condensed in front of him, turning into a fireball like the early sun, and swirled down.

"Hey! You are Yang Qingxuan!!"

Yuan Kui opened his eyes suddenly, looking at the familiar move in front of him, he was so shocked that he couldn't think.

Relying on the particularity of his martial spirit, he reached the current level by devouring the three-headed gluttonous subspecies.

And what about Yang Qingxuan? Why is he? !

Yuan Kui was startled and angry, he didn't expect Yang Qingxuan's appearance to directly save his life, but endless jealousy filled his heart, and his teeth itched with hatred.

"Boom!"

The early sun was like a fire, bombarding the ghost creature, igniting all the darkness, and sweeping away all the filthy atmosphere in the hall.

All around the main hall, raging fires ignited, illuminating Yang Qingxuan's figure extremely slender.

"Give me back the ancestors!"

Lance's face was distorted and deformed. He roared hoarsely and rushed over.

With a flash of the short dagger in both hands, it bit down like two fangs in the hall.

"Ancestors? Hehe, how many years has it been? The things here have long since become ownerless, and whoever gets them first will own them."

Yang Qingxuan chuckled, put his left hand behind his back, and grabbed out of thin air with his right hand, Nanming Lihuo sword fell and swept out.

"Three thousand fires!"

"Boom!"

A sword blocked the double daggers, and the powerful aftermath shook away.

The roaring red flames tore apart Lance's body, causing him great pain.

Nanming's Lihuo sword transformed into a unicorn figure, roaring, grabbing the daggers with both hands, and constantly impacting Lance's body, shaking him away.

"Boom!"

A powerful ray of light erupted from the sword and daggers, and the two retreated, evenly matched!

"Hand over the ancestors! Kill kill kill!"

Lance's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he rushed up, his daggers spread out like fangs, dancing quickly in the air, piercing out streaks of cold light.

Lance's wings have powerful wind power, and his speed is extremely fast when he spreads his wings, which is impossible to catch.

A large cloud of air exploded under the vibration of the black wings, and the whole hall was immediately lost in a cloud of air.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of weapons colliding sounded in the air.

Holding the sword in one hand, Yang Qingxuan danced out rays of light, interweaving into an impenetrable sword net, blocking all attacks.

Yang Qingxuan's fiery golden eyes pierced through layers of void, and the depths of his black eyes continuously overflowed with little gold, just like Venus shining in the dark night, bright and magnificent.

No matter how fast Ren Lance is, it is impossible to escape his eyes.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In a blink of an eye, another hundred tricks passed.

The dense clouds and mist covered the figures of the two of them, and only the crimson sword light could be seen flickering, bright like fireworks. At the same time, huge murderous aura burst out from time to time, as cold as evil.

Yuan Kui watched in horror, his eyes were full of shock, and suddenly a huge sense of frustration rose in his heart.

He spared no expense to get the three gluttonous mutants. He originally thought that after devouring them, he would be proud of his peers. Not to mention getting the first place in the discussion of martial arts in the sky, at least the top ten is a sure thing.

Who would have thought that in such an ancient temple, he would meet two peers above him.

Not to mention the Yasha alien race, Yang Qingxuan has been crushing himself in combat power since the time of Black Sea. Originally thought that when they met again, it would be the time of each other's death. But it never occurred to me that even though I worked so hard, I was still crushed by the opponent!

Yuan Kui was in a daze for a moment.

The fight between Yang Qingxuan and Lance had reached a fever pitch. Lance's eyes were red, and the more he fought, the more irritable he became. In the end, he completely lost his tricks and relied on speed and ruthlessness.

Yang Qingxuan was just the opposite, and his heart became more and more peaceful.

Every time the sword is stabbed, it is like a drill, and the sword will be brought out to the extreme.

One fast and one slow, one movement and one stillness, one light and one dark.

Two diametrically opposed styles, diametrically opposed forces, representing two extremes, constantly colliding in the air.

"Boom!"

The blazing flame exploded and rushed in all directions with the dark cloud.

A look of madness flashed across Lance's eyes, the huge wings flapped suddenly, and his whole body merged with the sharp aura of the dagger, piercing the space.

"Stop the clouds!"

"Squeak!—"

Wherever it passed, the space was split and shattered, making harsh sounds.

Lance was full of evil spirits, his speed surpassed the speed of light, and he charged away like a bat gliding in the dark night.

Yang Qingxuan stood with his sword in his hand, and when he raised his right arm, he suddenly grew into a desert, exuding an infinitely desolate breath, like a giant ancient beast slowly waking up.

"Eight wastes return to nothing!"

Yang Qingxuan punched out, and the endless barren air washed out, shaking the cloud air away and weathering everything.

"Boom!"

The ancient barren air collided fiercely with the sharp air, and the terrifying energy exploded, reverberating in the hall.

The hall was crumbling in an instant, shaking around the walls, exuding the ancient ancient musical instruments.

"Buzz!—"

Under the continuous vibration of Qi Yun, two figures shot out from the air wave.

"puff!"

Lance finally couldn't hold it back and spat out a mouthful of blood. The state of that transformation shrank sharply, and it returned to its normal real body.

Yang Qingxuan's blood was also shaking, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

With the weakening of the tremors in the main hall, the whole hall suddenly fell silent, falling into a wonderful silence and balance.

Lance stared at Yang Qingxuan with angry eyes without blinking.

Yang Qingxuan, on the other hand, was wary of Lance, and had to be wary of Yuan Kui.

Yuan Kui, on the other hand, looked a little dazed, and the huge sense of frustration made him look extremely depressed.

At this moment, a burst of icy cold air hit from outside the hall, like a steel knife scraping across the sky, which made people's skin a little painful.

More than a dozen disciples rushed in from outside the hall, all dressed in uniform, with the appearance of a magic knife engraved on their chests.

Yang Qingxuan glanced at it, and secretly said: "It's a disciple of Daoyu."

From the beginning of the mixed competition to the present, there are only twenty-four teams in the top ten who can keep such a complete team.

Yuan Kui's face changed slightly, staring at the people in the sword field, the look of depression was immediately swept away, and his eyes were icy cold.

"It really is a great hall."

The first person was Dao Jinghuan, the leader of the participating disciples in the field of swords this time. His eyes were like a knife, he swept across the hall, and fell on Ye Motian in surprise, then turned his eyes and stared at the three people in the field.

The rest of the disciples dispersed even more, blocking the entrance of the main hall.

Dao Jinghuan swept across the three of them coldly, holding the saber at his waist with his right hand, and said coldly: "Take out all the treasures you got in the palace, and then kneel aside, waiting to be released."

The domineering and overbearing power of the top sect is undoubtedly evident.

Dao Jinghuan's words were like the momentum on their bodies and the saber in their hands, exuding a icy chill, trying to completely smash the other party's dignity, momentum, and even personality.

A disciple pointed to Yuan Kui and said, "Brother Jing Huan, this person seems to be a disciple of Zhan Lingzong."

Dao Jinghuan sneered and said: "What about Zhan Lingzong? Can the twenty-four families be compared with our Daoyu? Those who don't kneel will be killed!"

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