"Holy!"

At this moment, Lu Yao'er clenched her fists and was worried.

Everyone's hearts were inexplicably raised in the eyes of the voice. It's not that they don't have confidence in Yang Mucheng, it's that Fang Baiyu's move is too gorgeous. The infinite guns, like the stars falling from the sky, actually bring people a posture that cannot be avoided and cannot be avoided!

Yang Mucheng smiled faintly.

I saw that his right hand was holding the Holy Dragon Blood Sword in his right hand, and in the face of the spears in the sky, he did not retreat but advanced at this moment, and rushed away quickly. The sword light in his hand surged, and in an instant, it brought up a monstrous blood light.

"Ding!", "Ding!", "Ding!", "Ding!", "Ding!", "Ding!", "Ding!", "Ding!", ......"Ding!", "Ding!", "Ding!", "Ding!", "Ding!", "

Swords and spears collided, and sparks flew everywhere.

In the eyes of everyone, it was almost impossible to hide, and the unavoidable star spear was actually resisted by Yang Mucheng in an instant.

What's more, while Yang Mucheng was resisting this piece of gunfire, the Holy Dragon Blood Sword in his hand flashed twice again, bursting forward. This sword, like thunder and lightning, directly brought the swiftness of the thunder battle intent, and counterattacked towards Fang Baiyu.

"Hiss~"

"What a fast swordsmanship!"

At this moment, the situation reversed.

Yang Mucheng's incredible counterattack made Fang Baiyu's complexion change greatly. When the gun was exhausted, he had no time to resist, so he could only shoot back towards the rear. Although his reaction was already very fast, the sword still left a bloody mark on his eyebrows.

"How is that possible?"

Seeing that Fang Baiyu was still injured under the violent retreat, Ziyang Zhenren also shouted loudly. His brows furrowed slightly, and he looked at Fang Baiyu worriedly. How could he not know that if Fang Baiyu had moved a little slower before, he would have been split by Yang Mucheng's sword!

"Fang Baiyu!" Ziyang Zhenren shouted in a deep voice: "Don't delay any longer, although the other party's cultivation is not as high as yours, and his fighting spirit is not as much as yours, his strength is not weaker than you at all." ”

Rise!

Fang Baiyu, who retreated violently, slowly fell to the ground.

The blood marks on the center of his eyebrows made him feel as if he had been opened with a third blood pupil, and the whole person appeared extremely hideous. Hearing Ziyang Zhenren's words, his eyes narrowed, and his heart became more and more annoyed.

"I don't believe it!"

Rumble!

Under a roar, he rushed towards Yang Mucheng.

The tiger head Zhan golden spear in his hand burst out with a more ferocious spear than before, and Yang Mucheng did not have the slightest fear, and rushed forward with his sword. In an instant, the two of them fought rapidly. The sound of impact, which was several times denser than before, suddenly resounded throughout the audience.

The martial artists around him couldn't even tell the figures of Yang Mucheng and Fang Baiyu.

I could only see that Fang Bai Yu, who had already erupted into a fierce attack, had even turned into afterimages in the continuous attacks. However, Yang Mucheng did not lag behind in the slightest under this violent attack, and he also transformed into the afterimage of the Dao, defending himself against Fang Baiyu.

The two have completely exploded!

"Fang Baiyu's offensive is so terrifying. He is worthy of being a disciple of Ziyang Zhenren, and he has such a strong strength before he enters the Tuotian Palace!"

"But the most terrifying thing is Emperor Yang! not only did he catch all of Fang Baiyu's attacks, but he was even able to quickly counterattack and completely suppress him. ”

The crowd was in an uproar.

Fang Bai Yu not only increased the attack of the burst, but also shocked everyone.

But before, Yang Mucheng, who was not good-looking to everyone, was able to not fall behind at all, which shocked them even more.

Boom! Boom!

The terrible offensive that broke out on both sides completely destroyed even the huge ring. The escaping sword qi and spear light spilled on the ground, and it was a terrifying pit that burst out. The onlookers had to retreat again and again, and even retreated to the edge of the ring.

Even Ziyang Zhenren had to open the protective shield to prevent the aftermath of the battle between the two from spreading to the entire Tuotian Palace.

"How can it be so strong?"

The more Fang Baiyu fought, the more frightened he became.

He didn't expect that he couldn't suppress the other party with all his might. He has even used all kinds of battle intent, but no matter what kind of attack, the other party can resist and defuse. Previously, the pride of being the crown prince of the Heavenly Tiger Dynasty made him reluctant to admit it.

But now, he has to admit what Ziyang Zhenren said - Yang Mucheng's strength is not weaker than himself!

"Is that the only way to do it?"

A thought flashed in Fang Baiyu's mind, and then this thought quickly took over his mind.

Rise!

On his tiptoes, Fang Baiyu stepped on the void and quickly retreated directly from the battle group.

"How?"

"What is this?"

"Is it going to end?"

Seeing Fang Baiyu withdraw, everyone couldn't help but be puzzled.

If these two people don't fight, once they start, it will be a never-ending situation, how can they suddenly stop. Is this the end of it?

Just when everyone was wondering.

But he saw that Fang Baiyu slowly raised his head, and a pair of cold eyes looked over. "Yang Mucheng, if you continue to fight like this, you won't be able to tell the difference between victory and defeat without three days and three nights. If you can take my last resort, admit defeat on your own!"

Really!

Hearing Fang Baiyu's words, everyone was not surprised, but they all looked like they had expected it a long time ago.

As the crown prince of the Heavenly Tiger Dynasty, Fang Baiyu has always had a very high opinion of himself, how could he look down on Yang Mucheng, who was once born in the mortal world. But now he can't suppress Yang Mucheng, how can he swallow this breath?

"Have I ever been afraid?"

Yang Mucheng smiled faintly and said, "Even if you let the horse come, I will follow." ”

Fang Baiyu's strength was similar to Lin Chuhao's before.

When he was in the Shengqing Dynasty. Yang Mucheng still has some difficulties in dealing with opponents of this strength. But now that his cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Xuanhai Sea, his strength has increased by several levels compared to before, how could he not be able to suppress the other party?

Then.

Ziyang Zhenren, who had been silent, suddenly spoke: "Fang Baiyu, are you going to use that move?"

"That's right!" Fang Baiyu nodded heavily, his eyes turned, he clenched the tiger head Zhan golden spear, and said, "Although I haven't fully mastered this move, it is enough to kill you." I don't know, if you can survive!"

Yang Mucheng raised his head and looked directly at Fang Baiyu, his eyes were as sharp as a sword:

"Let's make a move!"

Fang Baiyu didn't make a move immediately.

Under everyone's gaze, Fang Baiyu was actually under a strange force, slowly rising into the air. It is not internal strength, not qi and blood, but a kind of power of heaven and earth. This inexplicable posture made Fang Baiyu's whole person much stronger than before.

When the people around saw this scene, they all became solemn.

Fang Baiyu agreed on this last move, even if he hadn't mastered it proficiently, it would definitely not be a simple move, and it would definitely surpass the previous martial arts. It is even possible to reach the lower grade of the Xuan Rank, or even the middle grade of the Xuan Rank!

(End of chapter)