Possessed by a dragon.

Fang Yu felt that the power of the dragon soul had also been raised to a higher level.

Whether it is the spiritual will, the state, or the immortal aura in the sea of qi, it seems to have been expanded.

At this time, Fang Yu was at his peak.

I saw Fang Yu wearing a dragon mark holy costume.

The people below were all trembling.

What a man is this!

Is this God?

Or is it the devil?

The moment when the masters of the Eight Great Manchu Saint Realms connected the Qi Sea into one. Seeing Fang Yu Divine Dragon possessing his body, he suddenly regretted it in his heart.

Fang Yu gave them a strong sense of oppression, and they almost didn't have to think about it to know the ending.

Feng Wenfeng and Feng Wutian have gone completely crazy.

Having lost their minds, where did they still think about Fang Yu's strength and weakness.

Watching Fang Yu's strength increase.

Feng Wenfeng urged: "Do it, do it...... Waste!

Order.

Eight people stepped on the broken earth, and the eight figures, like eight shadows, jumped towards Fang Yu at the same time......

The sea of air coincides!

The space freezes, forming a cone-shaped shape, like glass, emitting firelight!

The eight of them instantly formed a line, pushing the cone-shaped qi and snorting-

It's like a person pushing a huge slip!

No one dares to doubt the power of this move!

Even the hardest thing in the world may not be able to withstand this trick!

The feeling of oppression that almost pierces the space!

Fang Yu's eyes were awe-inspiring, not afraid at all-

"Sword Spirit!"

"Holy Dao Sword Intent!

The sky is full of sword light.

Like a shadow of nothingness, it kept flashing in the air.

Squeak squeak!

Like the sound of rapid freezing in winter.

One, two, three......

It's still the sword intent he has mastered!

Everyone froze.

Feng Wutian caught a glimpse of this scene, and couldn't help but lose his mind, at this moment of distraction, he was picked up by Ye Wenjun's sword and fell to the ground. Feng Wutian had no intention of fighting, and even the pain caused by the pain and the burning sea of qi was completely forgotten.

Feng Wenfeng simply stopped the urging of the quadruple array.

With a horrified face, he looked at the ever-increasing sword intent!

"Saint...... Sword Intent...... Ten, ten!!"

The disciples of the Dragon Clan all stared at this spectacular scene in the air in disbelief.

Chen Daotian's brows were tightly locked, and his eyes were full of shock.

Xu Huanwen lost his voice and said:

"Sage Sword Intent, Decadet......! How is that possible?"

Lin Weifeng's calm tone also carried a hint of admiration and excitement: "Looking at the thirty-thousand-year period of cultivators, the limit that a human cultivator can reach is the nine-texet! Mr. Fang's ten-trick deplay has created a precedent for the limit of a cultivator's combat technique...... Only, can he succeed?"

Chen Daotian asked, "What do you mean? Is it that if you have cultivated enough, you can't show it?"

"The multi-technique is a special type of combat technique, which requires extremely high spiritual will from the caster, and has nothing to do with the strength of the cultivator. Even a Minor Heaven cultivator can perform the Ninet Technique. Even so, this is not a combat skill that ordinary cultivators can use! Talent, will, skill, cultivation, and comprehension are all indispensable...... There are many people in history who can perform multiple martial arts...... Some of them have gone through difficult training, and some of them have learned it directly. It's like my sister-in-law, just look at it, it's talent...... If it were me, I would have learned it for a hundred years and a thousand years, but ...... It's a painstaking process. Those who can show it are already top talents...... The one who can perform the ninetet is one in ten thousand, or even one in a million...... This decadet has broken through the limits...... Just as the 100-meter race of a modern athlete breaks the world's highest record. It may succeed, but it may also fail......" Xu Huanwen said.

As soon as I said that.

Chen Daotian and the others looked at the air with some concern.

Spectacular is spectacular.

Whether it can be done is the question!

......

Air.

Six ways.

Seven paths, eight paths......

Nine Ways!

At this time, the two elders seemed to have forgotten that they were enemies and the limits of this nine-tray's combat skills! Their hearts began to tremble, fear!

Especially when I saw Fang Yu's world-beating move.

Ten courses!

Airplanes!

The two elders, as well as the eight masters of the Great Perfection Realm, also widened their eyes.

"Decadet! Oh my God—"

To be able to see a battle like this in the Decadet.

It is definitely the most impressive stroke in the practitioner's career.

......

Rumble!

Ten Sword Intents!

It fell neatly on the eight people.

One line, one sword.

If you are strong, the sword intent will be strong, and if you are more, the sword intent will be more.

You have one, and the sword intent is one! You have eight, but the sword intent is ten!

Obviously, Fang Yu's skills are superior!

The sea of qi exploded in the air.

Like brilliant fireworks, radiant and beautiful!

......

What made people shudder was that those eight powerful cultivators of the Great Perfection of the Manchu Saint Realm were wiped out in ashes just like that!

Not even the scum left!

Eight people died like that!

This is a dragon master.

Full of the Great Perfection Realm!

Even if they were temporarily reaching the Realm of the Full Saint through the Burning Qi Sea and the Quadruple Circle.

It is also a realm that cultivators cannot reach.

For more than 10,000 years, the entire Dragon Clan has only produced five full saints!

......

The battle in mid-air, apparently over.

Fang Yu is safe and sound!

Those explosions, as well as the cone attack, couldn't even break through Fang Yu's defenses!

Whew—

The dragon reappeared, circled several times in the sky, and disappeared into the clouds. It was as if summoned from above the Nine Heavens.

Fang Yu slowly fell.

It was like the gods descending.

That dragon scar holy costume shines brightly!

......

The Great Elder Feng Wutian and the Second Elder Feng Wenfeng had faces like ashes.

Phew.

Ye Wenjun took the opportunity to make a sharp sword move, fast and accurate!

"A sword leads to the mystery!"

Shout!

The sword light flashed across Feng Wutian's chest.

The sword mark cut a bloody streak on his chest.

Waves rolling!

This is the energy brought out by the burning of the sea of qi, all of which was broken by this sword, like a flood erupting, all of which was vented!

Feng Wenfeng simply sat down on the ground directly.

The two of them were extremely desperate, looking at Fang Yu who was standing with his hands in his hands!

The light was gone.

All is calm.

The battle is over.

The Dragon Yin Sword in Fang Yu's hand also disappeared at some point.

The scene was extremely quiet.

Fang Yu walked towards the two elders step by step.

walked in front of the two of them, stopped, glanced at them, and said indifferently: "Self-inflicted, you can't live." ”

"Why!?Why do you want to kill them all!?" Feng Wutian's face was full of unwillingness...... His eyes were bloodshot...... He had given up his resistance and just wanted to die.

Fang Yu snorted coldly, looked at Feng Wutian and said:

"Did I ask you, did I say that I would inherit the throne of the Dragon Emperor?"

After a pause, he continued to say word by word: "Feng Shanshui, he should be damned...... You two are still obsessed!"

The two of them were so uncomfortable that they closed their eyes.

Then.

Shan You ran to the outside of the arena excitedly, and shouted loudly: "The stubborn disease of the dragon clan has finally been eliminated by His Highness, and there is hope for the fate and future of the dragon clan in the future!

Dragon Emperor!

Everyone noticed the title!

Shenlong is alive.

The new emperor succeeds to the throne, this is the new faith!

(End of chapter)