Chapter 807 Whose Stage!
Looking at the gigantic shadow that held up to the sky to block the destruction of all ten realms, Ye Wushuang's face was still calm. He had seen the power of the Holy Spirit Dharma Body, and it was indeed very strong.
"But, is there really no stopping power?"
A weak voice came out from the corner of Ye Wushuang's mouth, and the staring eyes were deeper, the ten worlds were destroyed, even the world could be destroyed, a dharma body, how could it not stop it?
"What can the Holy Spirit Dharma Body do? It can turn the world over?"
One step, Ye Wushuang stepped forward, and the trace of the sky was blessed to enter, and saw the sky that had been destroyed hit the body of the holy spirit, and with a click, the palm of the holy spirit body shattered!
The eyes of the crowd stared intently. After the palm was shattered, the world of destruction stretched past. Under the gaze of the crowd, the dharma body was divided into two, and the breath of destruction poured down and landed on Yan Xingkuang's body.
Boom!
With a compass on his head, Yan Xingkuang stepped out of the destructive storm dressed in gossip fairy clothes. He was even more embarrassed, and the blood from the corner of his mouth couldn't stop flowing!
"What kind of sword is that? It cuts even the holy spirit body!"
The crowd was terrified, the Dharma Body of the Holy Spirit was the incarnation of the Dao, but that sword easily cut the Dharma Body, revealing its sharpness!
"I can't stop such a sword, I can only lose!"
Some students secretly compared and sighed inwardly.
After a moment of silence, Yan Xingkuang stared at Ye Wushuang!
"Very well, I admit that I, Yan Xingkuang, underestimated you. You are strong enough to let me go all out."
The corner of his mouth moved, and he uttered a sentence that shocked the crowd. This is not Yan Xingkuang's ultimate strength. So, how strong is his strength?
Ye Wushuang's eyes moved slightly, staring at Yan Xingkuang, and said indifferently: "Can you stop farting, from the beginning, you said that I only have the power to fight, and now I go all out, how much nonsense have you talked, What is the result, you are defeated again and again, and you are getting more and more embarrassed, what qualifications do you have!"
Yan Xingkuang's words made him feel disgusted. If he loses, he loses, but he has a bunch of excuses, saying that he is qualified to let him go all out, as if Yan Xingkuang didn't give his all at the beginning!
"Whether you are qualified or not, you will know whose stage this is for!"
Yan Xingkuang said indifferently, his eyes froze suddenly, and the Dharma Body of the Holy Spirit reappeared!
"The Twelve Tactics of the Mad Immortal!"
After pouring out a word, another Holy Spirit Dharma Body appeared in the void, which was as powerful as before, not only that, but ten Holy Spirit Dharma Bodies emerged one after another!
There are a total of twelve holy spirit dharma bodies, called the Twelve Mad Immortals, each of which contains the power of the Mad Immortals!
At this moment, people seem to have understood the meaning of Yan Xingkuang's words!
Boom!
Twelve giant immortals ascended to the sky, looking down on Ye Wushuang like supreme rulers, and the breath of destruction poured down, making the mighty Guantian Peak tremble, and the power of mad immortals wreaked havoc in every corner!
hum!
Yan Xingkuang's strength rose again and again, twelve times in a row, surpassing before, becoming even more terrifying, he hid his strength!
"This... this is his true strength. He hid it before, and every giant image of the mad fairy brought him a huge increase in strength. With a superposition of twelve times, his strength has reached another level, which is terrible Now, this time, what is Ye Wushuang doing to stop him, he will surely die, there is no suspense!"
Looking at the strength Yan Xingkuang showed, the shock of the crowd could not be put into words. At this moment, Yan Xingkuang wondered if Ye Wushuang could block the next blow?
"The Twelve Tactics of the Mad Immortal are the supreme sacred secrets attached to the Mad Immortal Battle Body. In addition to condensing the body of the twelve saints, it also increases the power by twelve times. It is worthy of being the third."
Singing and laughing wildly, there is almost no suspense in this battle!
"He will surely die!"
True Monarch Cihang also sneered, even everyone knew the result.
Even Zhuo Wenjun, Su Jiaojiao, and Fatty Jin were a little bit aware of Ye Wushuang's strength, and it was incredible for them to be able to counter Yan Xingkuang, but now facing this kind of strength, they had no idea!
Yan Xingkuang stared at Ye Wushuang, with an attitude of overlooking and contempt, and said coldly: "Ye Wushuang, this time, you are dead, and I will not hold back."
Ye Wushuang was silent, and the aura on his body was also rising. He used the Taishanghua True Demon. At this time, his figure moved again, and it was still pierced by the golden holy feather!
"Powerless resistance!" Yan Xingkuang snorted coldly, clasped his hands, and the figures of the twelve mad immortals condensed one after another imprints, falling towards Ye Wushuang town, in all directions, without any gaps, and the golden holy feather froze , but, it was only for an instant, a unparalleled force poured into Sheng Yu, penetrating that line of suppression!
Whoosh!
At this moment, the golden sacred feather fell off behind him, piercing out of the air like a peerless divine sword suspended in the air, and the golden light gradually bloomed, covering the world with a layer of gold.
"No!" Yan Xingkuang's face suddenly changed slightly, and Ye Wushuang's strength also changed, the sixth level of sages, not the third level of sages, and there is a fierce killing power in these holy feather baths, which is terrifying!
Buzz!
The twelve marks fell, blocked by those golden holy feathers, quickly passed through the storm, and killed the twelve holy spirits!
"The ten worlds will be destroyed!"
Ye Wushuang's face was stern, and he spit out four words. In an instant, under the blessing of dozens of times, his figure shuttled through the void like a laser beam, and stepped towards Yan frivolously. Cut off!
"Not good!" Yan Xingkuang finally became anxious, and shouted: "The Twelve Mad Immortals belong to me!"
With a loud roar, the twelve holy spirit dharma bodies merged into Yan Xingkuang's back, forming a giant of a hundred-foot-tall mad fairy, and slapped Ye Wushuang fiercely.
"It's too late!" Ye Wushuang spit out two words again, and the Ten Worlds All Annihilation suddenly bloomed, beheading the Baizhang Kuangxian giant, and the violent explosion hovered over the life and death battle platform, engulfing both figures!
Boom!
Immediately, the bodies of the two flew out of the center of the explosion at the same moment, and fell back to the battle platform, motionless!
"Who's winning?"
The crowd stared at the field, their hearts were beating. This blow, the strongest blow, who won?
Boom!
The next moment, there was a tearing sound, and Yan Xingkuang's clothes were torn, the gossip fairy clothes were damaged, and a hideous bloody mouth appeared on his chest, which was shocking!
As for Ye Wushuang, although his clothes were damaged, it was fine!
It was Yan Xingkuang... defeated!
"Xingkuang... is defeated!" Xuandao also narrowed his eyes.
"Now I do know whose stage this is!" Ye Wushuang stared at Yan Xingkuang, and uttered a sentence. Suddenly, Yan Xingkuang's heart trembled. Ye Wushuang, after this battle, Ye Wushuang is destined to become famous, because Yan Xingkuang, the third person on the Kunlun list, lost!
"It was you who made the move before, but now it's up to me, Yan frivolous, take my sword!"
As the cold words came out, a ray of death suddenly bloomed in the void, Ye Wushuang's figure flashed rapidly, and he stabbed out with a sword.
The sword of taking life, taking the life of the enemy, the sword of death, the duel of life and death, if you don't live, you die!
"No, madness is dangerous!" Xuandao rushed out of the stands when Ye Wushuang stabbed the sword, and went straight to the battle platform.