Yun Lan was stunned for a moment, and a burst of muffled thunder sounded in his head, he originally thought that this time, the Wu clan prince would definitely take action in person, but he actually jumped out of such a venerable peak, which made his slightly dull thoughts come alive again, today, maybe...... Maybe there's a silver lining.

His eyes turned twice, and he sneered, "Venerable Peak?"

"So what?" Ou Yangming argued.

Yun Lan shook his head in disbelief, but a large part of his mind remained on the jealous evil. After all, in his cognition, even if it was the strongest race at the beginning of Chaos, it was impossible for the Venerable to block the Emperor's blow, and the two were like yellow sand and stars, incomparable. Therefore, he was sure in his heart that with just one blow, he could make this Venerable die without a place to be buried.

At this time, Yun Lan moved, like a Kunpeng that had been swaying for nine days, and pounced.

The white-clothed hunting sounded, turning into a white arc of electricity, and the toes were like dragonflies dotting water. Hands apart, suddenly folded in the middle. Before this action fell, the aura within a radius of a thousand zhang suddenly rolled up, and a small white sword condensed out of thin air, and the sword qi pressed across the heavens, slashing towards Ou Yangming with a resolute attitude.

Looking at this ruthless and awe-inspiring blow, Ou Yangming understood in his heart that in terms of strength alone, the sword cultivation in front of him was not much inferior to Long Chen, and even in some aspects, it was even better.

Of course, this blow seemed ferocious, but Yun Lan did not use all her strength, but tried it.

It was not Ou Yangming who he was afraid of, but the Wu clan prince, so he didn't use all his strength.

"It's a good time!" Ou Yangming's eyes flickered, the light in his eyes flashed, and he secretly ran the only thought trick, and an indescribable sense of domineering swept in all directions with him as the core, and even the sky suddenly changed, and the wind surged. Only the mind is the trick, and the king's spirit is used to raise domineering, especially after the sound of gods and demons is completed, with this sharp and unmatched momentum, the strong people in the imperial realm can't afford to resist at all.

Even if it is a powerhouse in the Imperial Realm, it will be affected, and his heart will fluctuate.

He exhaled lightly, stepped on the void, and grabbed forward with his five fingers apart. Looking at him like this, he actually wanted to shake this little white sword with the strength of his flesh. This picture shocked the heart, this weak body, as if it had become eternal, was deeply engraved in everyone's minds, and even the space in front of them was still, only the sound of the wind was left.

"This ...... Is he crazy?" an old man in beast robe took a breath and spoke in a trembling voice.

"Well, stupid, even the people of my witch department have to be extremely careful when encountering sword cultivators, and he dares to catch it with his bare hands, it's just ...... It's ......" In the end, he really couldn't find any words to describe it, so he could only sigh leisurely.

In fact, the witch monks have a deep-rooted idea in their hearts, relying on the power of the flesh alone, they have an absolute advantage in the entire Origin Heart, which can be difficult for all races to match.

The strange color in the eyes of the jealous evil disappeared in a flash, and he secretly said in his heart, the senior brother is superb in arithmetic, proficient in the four classics, can be regarded as the reincarnation of yin and yang, and has never miscalculated in his life, I really don't know what is strange about this little friend, he dares to grab the sword with his bare hands? The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his heart moved, and he stepped into the realm of sympathy between heaven and man. Glancing at Rhubarb and Xiaohong, he saw that there was no worry on their faces, but with a somewhat eager expression, he muttered softly: "Interesting, interesting." Having said that, his surging spiritual power has been released, and he is ready to make a move.

Again, the gap between the peak of the Venerable and the powerhouse of the Emperor Realm is too big.

"Click!" There was a soft sound, and the small white sword flashed.

Ten zhang, nine zhang...... One foot!

Ouyang Ming's steps were stepping, secretly using the power of his body, an arc of electricity flashed on his body, like a god, he grabbed it casually, this small sword was like being caught by an iron tong, he couldn't move a bit, he kept trembling, and there was a faint sign of collapse. Whew, another soft sound. The sound is not loud, but it is like spring rain moisturizing things, soft and silent, slowly dissolving.

But everyone who saw this scene only felt that a cold wind was blowing from the surface of their skin, and a burst of cold air came out of their bone marrow, and there was only one thought left in their hearts—how could this be? The gap between the Venerable and the Emperor was like a moat, but now, the Venerable of the Human Race in front of him not only blocked the Emperor's blow, but also crushed the small sword with a casual face, like a leisurely stroll, raising his hands, is this a myth?

"Well, it's so weak......" Ou Yangming's brows furrowed slightly, and he groaned.

As the voice echoed in all directions, the people of the witch department came to their senses, their pupils contracted violently, and their eyes were full of shock.

Rhubarb and Xiaohong turned their heads in unison, exchanged glances, and both saw the joy in their eyes. During this period of hard cultivation, Ou Yangming's cultivation has improved again, and it was a bit unexpected for them to crush this small sword without much effort.

Jealousy stroked his beard and nodded secretly, and Danhu calmed down again.

He secretly said in his heart, judging from the strength shown by Ou Xiaoyou, he should be a few points stronger than an ordinary emperor, but he didn't know how far he could go? In his heart, he still refused to believe that Ou Yangming could defeat this sword cultivator, and it was not easy to do this.

Of course, among all the people present, the most shocking one in his heart was Yun Lan. Before, his mind had been on the Wu clan prince, and he didn't use all his strength, but even so, ordinary emperors, under this blow, there was only one result, life and death, but it was easily resolved by the ants in front of him who were not in his eyes. Of course, the most important thing is that the other party is still a Venerable, even if it is the peak of the Venerable, he is also a Venerable, which makes it difficult for him to accept.

Forcefully exhale the turbidity in his chest, guard the spiritual platform, and once again step into the mysterious realm where his heart is like a peaceful lake.

His gaze was slightly solemn, and there was no longer any casualness before.

Ou Yangming's thoughts sank, and in his perception, Yun Lan turned into a burning star, exuding a scorching light, this degree of scorching heat was not comparable to Venerable at all, one was heaven and the other was earth, which could not be compared.

Suddenly, Yun Lan's eyes were filled with blood.

What's even more strange is that in the right hand, a half-arc sword was condensed out of thin air, the blade was as thin as a cicada's wings and as long as a willow branch, which actually gave people a strange and cold feeling.

Ou Yangming's heart sank slightly, but his face did not show the slightest, and he said coldly: "The long sword in the box is not out of the sheath?" He has met many kendo masters, whether it is He Jian or the burial sword, there is a natal sword in the box, and the emperor in front of him will not be an exception.

"Venerable, if you still use the blood sword that I have been pregnant for thousands of years, even if you win, you will be poked in the back. Yun Lan replied.

Ou Yangming nodded, knowing in his heart that the powerhouses of the Imperial Realm had their own pride.

Suddenly, Yun Lan's eyes flashed red, like a long sword that swept through the sky, the half-arc sword was overflowing, and it rushed towards Ou Yangming, and the position of the tip of the sword was Ou Yangming's heart.

Ou Yangming has come all the way to this point, and he also has his own pride, he did not take the blood spear dragon slaughter, but the void condensation, to the point where he is at this point, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, and scattering beans into soldiers is no longer a luxury, let alone using spiritual power to condense a spear.

Of course, this is only because, he wants to see where his limits are.

If it is a life-and-death fight, he will definitely be flexible and changeable, and use all means.

In mid-air, the situation changed rapidly, and I saw him reflexively draw a stunning half-arc......

The spear in his hand is getting faster and faster, and it keeps stabbing out, like a rainstorm hitting a pear blossom, crackling.

In the end, it turned into a mass of afterimages, one shot after another, and then a remnant of guns exploded in front of him, like a sea of gun shadows, or like the Yangtze River pouring into the East China Sea, as majestic; and as mysterious and changeable as the nine cold airs, it is difficult to fathom; and even like a thunderbolt punishment, it is dignified and upright, and it goes straight to the middle hall...... All kinds of strengths are fused into a furnace, mysterious and indescribable, his eyes flashed, his hands were intertwined, and he quickly pinched the trick.

Pushing forward violently, the spiritual power in the Dan Lake exploded, emitting a misty glow.

The shadow of the gun in front of him rolled forward like a wave of the sky, faster and faster, more and more urgent, this shot actually contained a large avalanche "the avalanche is endless, the gun is not stopped", where the shadow of the gun passes, the space vibrates, and countless spiritual energy is squeezed out in all directions, forming a vacuum zone, under the sun, there is a colorful light.

What's even more terrifying is that countless tiny holes appear in the space, emitting mist.

"This ...... Is this really a move that His Holiness can do?" someone exclaimed.

"yes, it's terrifying, isn't it?" said another strong man in a hat.

At this moment, the previous regrets, ridicule and ridicule all disappeared at this moment, and only awe was left in my heart. This is the recognition of the strong, the whole world is prevalent in martial arts, and the strong are respected.

The jealous evil looked full of emotion, and said secretly in his heart, Senior Brother, what kind of monster have you found? At this moment, he has already affirmed that this little friend in front of him definitely has the strength to fight with Jian Xiu.

Seeing this majestic momentum, Yun Lan's pupils shrank slightly.

I slandered in my heart, what kind of arrogance is this?

A mere Venerable can unleash such a huge power, even if it is compared to the emperor, it is not inferior. If you continue to entangle with him like this, won't it make people laugh.

However, after all, he was also a strong man, and he forcibly suppressed this thought. The powerful combat talent was shown, the right hand clenched the arc knife, the middle finger struck hard, and after the white light flashed in his hand, the figure quickly retreated, and kept slashing out the extremely sharp sword qi, like a cow, cutting the afterimage of the gun. Every blow seemed to be able to cut through the sky, and this sharp force was many times stronger than the Star Scar.

In the sky, a roar resounded like thunder.

Countless circles of invisible air waves overlapped rapidly, like meteorites falling from the lake, and the ripples set off can be imagined.

It is just a scattered fluctuation, and ordinary emperors dare not touch it easily, and they also have to retreat.