Thundered~

A loud and terrifying cry rang out frantically.

Countless people were swept away hundreds of meters on the spot by this terrifying wave of qi. Even, the countless demon kings outside the chaotic city were alarmed by this terrible battle inside the city. In the mountains and forests, the flock of birds rose in fright and fled desperately into the distance.

The demon king hiding underground fled as if facing a natural disaster.

Even.

Where this mighty wave spreads, the houses, the buildings, are all quietly covered with terrible cracks.

"How's it going?"

"Who wins and who loses?"

Only the masters above the Yuan Infant Realm were able to maintain their freedom, and the others had long been frightened by this terrifying momentum.

Tianchen was also swept away a hundred meters away.

He stared at the dust-shrouded place in amazement, and his eyes could not hide his horror.

"It's horrible!"

"If he showed such strength when I fought against Ling Xiao before, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to catch even a move!"

"Who the hell is winning and who is losing?"

Except for Tianchen.

Everyone stared ahead in amazement.

But.

Ahead, a cloud of dust shrouded in dust, and only the two could be felt, and the two breaths kept colliding.

"It's out!"

Abrupt.

There was a burst of exclamations, only to see a figure like a javelin, shooting straight into the sky. The soaring momentum shattered the swept dust in a frenzied manner at this moment. Before everyone could see the first figure, a second figure followed.

In an instant, the two of them were in mid-air again.

The battle has reached this level, even some Yuanying powerhouses can't watch the battle, although the two of them are both half-step Yuanying, but their strength is far beyond the ordinary Yuanying powerhouses. In mid-air, the two were already in a scuffle.

With every punch and kick, a terrifying thunderclap erupted, deafening.

Everyone on the field just watched thrillingly.

No one could have imagined that Yang Mucheng would be able to compete with Ling Xiao.

Ten tricks!

Twenty moves!

Ling Xiao fought back frantically, after all, he was more than 100 years older than Yang Mucheng, and his grasp of the timing of the battle was far stronger than Yang Mucheng. Finally, Yang Mucheng made a shocking move, and there was a gap that could not be connected to the internal strength, and he completely gained the upper hand.

However, this upside did not last long.

Yang Mu was mature in reading the martial arts below the rank of the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect, and he was more proficient than Ling Xiao in the change of moves. Coupled with the experience in the three-star water bead array, he has already worn away the greenness he once contained, and the fancy moves have faded.

Almost the thirtieth move, Yang Mucheng seized a move mistake from Ling Xiao and reversed the disadvantage.

Midair.

The two of you come and go, and it becomes more and more thrilling.

Ling Xiao has repeatedly made strange moves with his experience, and his moves are mysterious and unpredictable, sometimes tricky, sometimes mysterious, and unpredictable.

And Yang Mucheng reacted very quickly, relying on his position as the head of a hundred schools, seeing through Ling Xiao's attack, and quickly counteracting.

Fifty moves, sixty moves.

The frequency of the two of them attacked faster and faster, and Ling Xiao no longer dared to use martial arts. Because he has a feeling that all the moves have been seen through, he simply responds with the simplest fists and kicks. Because he understands that for a master like Yang Mucheng, who integrates the strengths of a hundred schools, the fancy moves will not only not play a role, but will trap himself into it.

Time.

On the contrary, Ling Xiao relied on such a strange trick to gain the upper hand again.

But.

Soon, Yang Mucheng also changed his fighting style and dealt with Ling Xiao with the same rules.

Seventy moves, eighty moves!

Field.

Everyone was dazzled, and they could only see two phantoms turning into a ball in midair. Only the elders of the Thirty-six Sects could still see what was going on, and the other martial artists with slightly lower cultivation could not even see the figures on both sides clearly.

"Concubine Yuxuan, is your Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect's Senior Uncle Ancestor really only seventeen years old?"

The elder of the Mixed Yuan Vajra Sect couldn't help but ask.

"Yes!" Concubine Yu nodded, "He came from the mortal world, he started cultivating at the age of fifteen, and it has not been a year and a half until now. ”

Everyone present, their eyes are about to bulge.

The elder of the Qiankun Immortal Sect sighed secretly, shook his head, and said, "Ling Xiao is the reincarnation of my sect's predecessors, nourished by heavenly spirit and earth treasures since he was a child, and personally guided by the sect master. He practiced at the age of three and lasted for a total of 120 years. Even when he dominated the Spirit Sword List, he was over thirty years old. In such a comparison, Ling Xiao is not as good as Yang Mucheng!"

"The battlefield is so stalemate, who do you think will win?"

At this time, the elder of the Guangling Howling Mansion suddenly spoke.

"Ling Xiao!"

The elder of the Qiankun Immortal Sect almost didn't think about it, and said, "Yang Mucheng's strength is certainly strong, but compared to Ling Xiao, it is the accumulation of more than a hundred years. This accumulation cannot be offset overnight. ”

That's true. ”

The elder of the Mixed Yuan Vajra Sect pondered for a moment and nodded.

"Ling Xiao has reached the half-step Yuan Infant for nearly a hundred years. But Yang Mucheng has just reached the realm of Yuanying...... Whether it is internal strength or other aspects, it may not be Ling Xiao's opponent!"

Then.

Concubine Yu was not as hesitant and puzzled as before.

Looking at everyone's sworn looks, she smiled and said slowly:

"That's a mistake!"

"In this battle, I think Uncle Shi will win!"

The Immortal Sect Elder couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

Concubine Yu smiled and said, "You don't know how terrible Uncle Ancestor is, and you don't understand what is really terrible about the title 'Old Demon Yang'!"

Rumble!

At this moment, a terrifying shock suddenly came from the sky, making everyone can't help but raise their heads and look over.

Just see.

Ling Xiao took a deep breath, and at this moment, a terrifying artistic conception fused into the general trend of heaven and earth suddenly rose in his body. This artistic conception was very weak at first, but in just a moment, it suddenly burst out, and it could no longer be contained.

"What?"

"He actually broke through in battle!"

Feeling this terrifying aura, everyone couldn't help but raise their heads and look towards the sky.

"Old Devil Yang, thank you!"

"If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I don't know when I would be able to break through the shackles and reach the Yuanying realm!"

Ling Xiao couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.

There is always a difference between the half-step Yuan Infant and the Yuan Infant powerhouse, many of his previous tricks that could not be used due to level restrictions seem to be unlocked at this moment, without the slightest shackles, for him to use infinitely. Looking at Yang Mucheng, Ling Xiao shouted loudly:

"In this first battle to break through the Yuan Infant Realm, I will use you as my food!"

As he spoke, his long sleeves dancing forward.

This moment.

The wind and clouds change color, and the sun and moon have no light.

(End of chapter)