Fifty miles away.

Xingyue Lake.

This lake is 30 miles in circumference, the mirror surface is like water, and the projection of the bright moon will appear in the lake on the night of the full moon, which is extremely clear, so it is named 'Xingyue Lake'! On this lake, Yang Mucheng stands with his hands in his hands, his robe flies, and he looks like a man of the world.

Lei Chuanming carried the giant axe with a complicated face, and walked towards Yang Mucheng step by step.

But.

At this moment, Lei Chuanming's attitude is no longer as unruly as before, but a little more humility, even a flattering gesture. Looking at Yang Mucheng, Lei Chuanming gritted his teeth, and then asked:

"Dare to ask, are you Old Devil Yang?"

"Old Demon Yang?" Yang Mucheng frowned, nodded and said, "That's right, there are indeed many people who like to call me that." ”

Hearing Yang Mucheng's personal confirmation, Lei Chuanming smiled bitterly.

The name of Yang Lao Mo spread Hao Tianzhou.

These hidden old monsters have also heard of it. When he didn't see Yang Mucheng, Lei Chuanming always thought that this Yang Old Demon was the same as them, they were all martial artists who were active hundreds of years ago, or even longer than them, but he didn't expect to be so young.

"What, you're scared?"

Yang Mucheng asked with a smile.

"But I didn't expect that you were Old Demon Yang......" Lei Chuanming smacked his lips and shook his head, expelling the messy thoughts in his mind. "When I was in seclusion, I heard about your reputation as Old Demon Yang, and I always wanted to fight you. Now, it's a great opportunity. ”

As he spoke, his eyes swept over the huge Xingyue Lake, and he said with a smile: "Old Demon Yang, although your strength is terrifying, it is not enough to make me afraid. What's more, you picked the wrong battlefield, you shouldn't have chosen this piece of Xingyue Lake!"

"Oh?"

Yang Mucheng looked puzzled.

"That's right!"

Lei Chuanming grinned, stomped on the soles of his feet, and at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

"Fall!"

......

"Look, who wins and who loses, the Holy Lord and the Thunder Heavenly Master"

The ancestors of the Dragon Hall chased after each other one and landed around this Xingyue Lake. Ye Shujin looked at the two people standing on the surface of the lake, and couldn't help but ask with a smile.

"Naturally, it's a saint!" Lu Qianfeng said with a smile: "The strength of the Tibetan Sword Immortal Yang Xiu and the Thunder Heavenly Master Lei Chuanming is similar, and the Tibetan Sword Immortal is not a saint's opponent. This thunder is clear, and it will definitely be defeated. Moreover, at the previous banquet, the Holy Lord easily suppressed Lei Chuanming's limelight with two fingers, wouldn't it be easy to defeat him at this moment? If he defeated him, the Holy Lord would be able to possess three spirit swords, and entering the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect would be just around the corner!"

"It's hard to say!"

Yang Xiu, who had always been on Yang Mucheng's side, suddenly changed his words at this moment.

"Hidden Sword Immortal, why do you say that?" Lu Qianfeng's eyes flashed with a trace of doubt, and he couldn't help but ask.

Yang Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly, looked at Lei Chuanming, and said, "Emperor Yang's strength is not ordinary, if it is normal, he can indeed defeat Lei Chuanming 100%. However, Emperor Yang should not have been, he chose this Xingyue Lake as the battlefield. ”

What the?

At this moment, when the Dragon Hall Ancestor heard this, he couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly looked at Yang Xiu, wanting to hear how he explained.

But seeing Yang Xiu sigh, he shook his head and said, "Do you know why Lei Chuanming has the nickname of the Heavenly Master of the Imperial Thunder?"

"Why?"

Lu Qianfeng hurriedly said.

Yang Xiu put his hands behind his back and explained: "We old monsters basically have dozens, if not hundreds, of battle intents. But Lei Chuanming only has one kind of thunder intent, and he has polished the thunder intent to an extreme that ordinary people can hardly imagine for more than a thousand years, and he can be described as a god and demon who holds the thunder in his hands. This Xingyue Lake is Lei Chuanming's home field, and Emperor Yang no longer has a 10% chance of winning before!"

"It's coming!"

As soon as the words fell, Yang Xiu's eyes widened angrily and he looked at the sky.

At the same time, everyone couldn't help but look over.

But see.

Originally, the sky was still sparse with moon stars, but I didn't know when it was covered by a large cloud layer, and the huge full moon on the surface of Xingyue Lake also quietly disappeared. In the clouds that shrouded nearly 100 miles, there were even bursts of astonishing lightning.

Python-like lightning is constantly shuttling among the clouds.

"Fall!"

Then.

Lei Chuanming, who was standing proudly on Xingyue Lake, grinned and stepped on the soles of his feet.

His kick was like a god commanding thunder, and the next moment, he saw the lightning hidden in the clouds pouring down desperately. At this moment, the entire pitch-black night was completely torn apart.

Then, countless bolts of lightning fell on Xingyue Lake frantically.

"呲呲呲~"

On the surface of the lake, endless lightning is constantly running and jumping.

Seems.

The entire Xingyue Lake has been transformed into a thunder domain.

"Old Devil Yang, you can't win against me this time!"

Lei Chuanming grinned at Yang Mucheng. As soon as he finished speaking, his face froze, and he clenched the battle axe in his hand with both hands, turning it like a windmill. With this sudden turn, the infinite lightning in the lake was actually pulled at this moment, turning into thousands of strands of jumping out and converging in mid-air.

"Old Devil Yang, eat my ten thousand thunder heavenly leads!"

He shouted, and twisted his tomahawk, as if commanding a thousand troops.

In the next moment, the lightning bolts jumped out rapidly, surrounding his body layer by layer, transforming into a huge thunder dragon. Then, he frantically rushed towards Yang Mucheng!

Thundered~

The thunder surged, and on this Xingyue Lake, it seemed to transform into a posture of wild thunder.

"What if you have ten thousand thunder and heavenly guidance?"

"I still only need a finger to deal with you!"

Yang Mucheng smiled faintly and stepped forward.

With this step, the entire Xingyue Lake suddenly turned into a sea of rage. Countless lakes churned, jumped, and turned into a curtain of rain between the two sides. And Yang Mucheng's stinging finger, which was driven by the thunderous battle intent, blasted through the void and slowly pointed at this wild dragon.

"Whew~"

The mad dragon let out a hissing sound, and under the shocked gaze of countless people, it split apart like a cocoon, revealing Lei Chuanming who was wrapped in the mad dragon.

"Bell!"

And this finger hit Lei Chuanming's battle axe.

A burst of sparks, more dazzling than lightning, burst out rapidly.

"Woo~"

Lei Chuanming snorted, as if he had been struck by lightning, and his body swept towards the rear uncontrollably.

He looked again.

His battle axe, which was refined with Taiyi Pure Gold, was actually completely blasted out of a huge gap by Yang Mucheng's thunderous and lightning-like fingers. A dense crack spread along the tomahawk and swept the huge axe body!

"Do you want to fight again?"

Yang Mucheng put his hands behind his back and looked at Lei Chuanming with a smile.

"Old Devil Yang......"

Lei Chuanming clenched his fists tightly, and then released them after a moment. Looking at Yang Mucheng, he actually laughed: "What a Yang Emperor, what a Yang Old Devil." Today, I Lei Chuanming, defeated in your hands, completely convinced!"

With his right hand, he grabbed the spirit sword, threw it to Yang Mucheng, and said:

"Old Demon Yang, this spirit sword is yours!"

(End of chapter)