"Okay! Pick me up the Golden Eagle Nine Changes!"

Zeng Yirong's chest was full of blood, and his fighting spirit was surging, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky and howl, the whistling sound was sharp and piercing, not like a human voice, but six or seven points similar to the roar of a bird of prey. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hands flying, ten fingers like ten short swords, splitting, chopping, grabbing, stabbing, picking, wiping, infinite wonderful uses, brilliant golden fists raging in the wide central ring, Zeng Yirong whole person is like a crazy golden eagle, crazy to kill the prey in front of him.

The long knife in Xie Yun's hand shook, and countless sword wind tornadoes broke out of the air, and in an instant, on the central ring, cyan sword wind tornadoes and golden fists shuttled vertically and horizontally, and the two figures were completely covered.

Zheng!

The sound of gold and iron resonating kept ringing, the blade and the eagle claw kept colliding, the two figures moved at high speed, and tens of thousands of outer disciples, less than one percent of the martial artists could see the battle between the two clearly.

Boom!

A piercing loud bang suddenly sounded, and the two figures suddenly parted, drifting towards both sides of the ring, and once again fell into a confrontation.

"Good boy, your sword skills have reached the point where you can swing freely and smoothly, and in the past three years, you are the first outer disciple to completely pick up the Nine Transformations of the Golden Eagle. Yes, that's good! Unfortunately, that's the end of it!"

Zeng Yirong clenched his fists gently, his bright yellow clothes were spotless, and his face was not impatient, but full of excitement.

The fierce fighting intent burned fiercely in the chests of the two of them.

Xie Yun's long knife pointed at Zeng Yirong, and said in a deep voice: "See the true chapter under your hands, continue to fight!"

"Okay! Take another move, the golden eagle soars into the clouds!" Zeng Yirong suddenly roared, and a cloud seemed to appear under his feet, and his figure quickly became ercareless.

Top-grade Xuanling martial arts, golden eagle soaring clouds!

In an instant, Zeng Yirong's arms shook, and the space between the two seemed to be folded abruptly, and the distance instantly disappeared. The two arms were like the two wings of a golden eagle, and the edge of the palm was like a knife, passing through the barrier of space and cutting straight into Xie Yun's two ribs.

It's only two inches away!

The golden eagle soared into the clouds, and although Zeng Yirong did not comprehend the wonderful use of the power of space, he could forcibly fold the space through the top-grade Xuanling martial arts.

Any top-grade Xuanling martial art has an incredible power.

Zeng Yirong's identity is extremely special, this high-grade Xuanling martial art is not given by the sect, but inherited by the family.

Xie Yun suddenly felt a tremble in the skin under his ribs, and the Blood Devouring Dragon Knife suddenly slashed towards his side, and an incomparably pure spatial power burst out with a brilliant silver sword under the urging of the artistic conception of the wind.

Burst!

Above the central ring, a bone-chilling darkness suddenly appeared, and the continuous sonic boom sounded like a series of cannons, and the outer disciples near the ring stumbled and stumbled as if they were drunk, unable to stand at all.

In an instant, Xie Yun's figure suddenly retreated three feet, and the Blood Devouring Dragon Knife slashed straight into the air, and the red sword swept through a crescent-like arc, stopping Zeng Yirong's palms when he couldn't make a move.

In the pavilion on the top of Aoki Mountain, there were more than thirty inner door elders, and a few of them even reached the fifth level of the deep sea, looking at the two people in the ring from afar.

"This kid is so pure with the power of space, a martial artist who breaks through the Yuan Realm in half a step, how can he reach such a point in his control of the power of space?"

An inner gate elder of the Abyssal Sea Fivefold stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes glowing with surprise.

"Zeng Yirong, this kid, can be called a genius once in fifty years. The top-grade Xuanling martial arts can be cultivated to the peak of Xiaocheng, and there is only a line away from Dacheng. There are talented people from generation to generation, and a new generation of people replaces old people!"

"It's a pity for this Xie Yun, if there is a broken yuan triple, maybe he can hold on for a little longer. But then again, with his seven-grade qualification, it is simply difficult to advance to the Breaking Yuan Triple. ”

The eyes of most of the inner door elders were locked on Zeng Yirong, and although Xie Yun's sword was amazing, no one was really optimistic about him.

At this moment, the Elder of the Fifth Inner Gate of the Yuanhai who was standing with his hands in his hands suddenly turned his head to look at the edge of the pavilion and asked in a loud voice, "Blue Eagle, didn't you lead the team on the last trip to the Secret Realm?"

Lan Ying suddenly smiled slightly, and said softly, "Elder Cheng, Xie Yun will win." ”

"Oh?" Elder Cheng was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Blue Eagle, "Elder Blue Eagle, what other hole cards does this Xie Yun have?"

Almost all the inner door elders looked at Lan Ying with doubts and shocks at the same time, but Lan Ying was silent, striding out of the pavilion and staring at Xie Yun in the ring.

In the ring, Zeng Yirong's eyes narrowed slightly, and a fierce killing intent slowly escaped, permeating the entire ring.

"The golden eagle pierces the clouds!"

With a loud roar, Zeng Yirong's legs bent slightly, like springs, and suddenly pounced on Xie Yun. The golden fist was like golden lightning, piercing through the clouds, and the five fingers were like the sharp claws of a golden eagle outside the sky, passing through layers of clouds and mist, and grabbing at Xie Yuntian's spiritual cover.

This claw, the shadow of the claw is overwhelming, even if it is a majestic mountain, it can be crushed.

Xie Yun raised his right hand, and the Blood Devouring Dragon Knife was like a gushing volcano, and the sword intent that dominated the world rose to the sky, and the tip of the knife stabbed fiercely in the palm of his hand, and once again blocked Zeng Yirong's attack.

Zeng Yirong's face became more and more gloomy, according to common sense, Xiaocheng's peak top-grade Xuanling martial arts are so powerful that even the middle-grade Xuanling martial arts of the consummation realm are far inferior, but Xie Yun's knife is so wonderful that it is like surging magma, and an inexplicable mystical artistic conception gradually integrates into the knife moves.

"Golden Eagle Breaking Clouds!"

Zeng Yirong suddenly took a deep breath, his palm suddenly more than doubled, and his white and slender five fingers turned into a strange blue-gold in an instant, and his skin was rough, like a dead tree root.

The whole palm of the hand turned into an eagle claw in an instant!

With a clasp of five fingers, Zeng Yirong suddenly clasped the Blood Devouring Dragon Knife, stepped out, like a golden eagle culling its prey, and suddenly plunged into Xie Yun's arms, his left hand and fingers like a halberd, stabbing Xie Yun's right eye.

This move, the killing machine is awe-inspiring, and it is a great killing technique that fights for life!

The disciples who were watching the battle were stunned for a moment, and even the inner door elder in the pavilion on the top of Aoki Mountain suddenly raised his throat in his heart.

"Xie Yun, this kid is too strong, he can break through the Yuan Realm with half a step and force Zeng Yirong to this field, but unfortunately, this golden eagle breaking cloud is the Zeng family's world-famous killing technique, which can kill the enemy beyond the level. As soon as this trick came out, Xie Yun had no chance at all. ”

"I've seen that one use this trick, the greater the realm to kill the enemy is like chopping melons and vegetables, the level of martial arts of the Golden Eagle Breaking Clouds, even if we wait, we are not qualified to cultivate!"

Lan Ying's breathing suddenly tightened, his face changed greatly, and when he took a step, there was a strong wind blowing behind him.