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"Crack!"
While Mu Tianyang was full of horror, the golden giant sword was smashed into pieces by the black dragon, and broke into pieces of golden light amidst the sound of the dragon's chant, dissipating in the air.
Roar!
The huge body of the black dragon traversed between the sky and the earth, and there was a dull crackling sound as the dragon's body twisted and twisted, creating a black tornado that spanned tens of feet across its body, scraping the sky and the earth into darkness.
"Hahaha! It looks like this is your hole card! And I haven't used my strength yet!"
Amidst a series of deafening laughter, Song Yifei stepped on the black light all the way, like climbing a ladder, to the head of the black long dragon, burning dark flames rose all over his body, revealing his overwhelming domineering power!
"Impossible! Bravado! Condensation!"
While speaking, Mu Tianyang was still unwilling to face the reality. The brilliance behind him erupted again, becoming bigger and more violent. After only a few short breaths, he saw Wan Dao's sword energy soaring into the sky and gathering in the sky. On the broken giant sword, the giant sword was repaired again, and it was cut in the air again.
Even the space seems to be driven, and there is a huge distortion.
"hey-hey!"
Song Yifei sneered, after the collision just now, he had figured out the opponent's strength, so he didn't need to hold back.
When "North Ming Divine Art" was activated, a dark and profound scene appeared on his body, which was indescribable and indescribable, as if connected to the endless void, and the unimaginably huge vitality of heaven and earth was being swallowed into it.
The body sank into the black dragon like a bull into the sea.
Everywhere in a radius of thousands of feet was shaking violently, and the sound of cracking and cracking could be heard endlessly, as if the whole world was cracking and collapsing!
Song Yifei looked at Mu Tianyang as if looking at a corpse, without any emotion in his eyes:
The second form of the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon - Flying Dragon in the Sky!
Song Yifei suddenly stuck out his right foot in the empty and boundless body of the giant dragon, made a stepping motion in a simple and unpretentious manner, and then pushed his palms horizontally!
"Roar"
Visible to the naked eye, the sky with a radius of ten miles above a hundred feet suddenly darkened, the giant dragon roared, and once again slammed into the great sword of the emperor transformed into Mu Tianyang!
Before the dragon arrived, the air was already extremely distorted, presenting layers upon layers of ripples, as if thousands of mountains were stacked upon each other, and before the sound of the wind reached the ears, the huge sense of oppression that hit the bottom of the heart was already ruthless. Booming down fiercely, it seemed that the whole world was about to be ruthlessly torn apart.
This is an invincible palm technique that can crush the void of the world, and it contains absolute power enough to overturn the world!
"Damn it!"
Witnessing a stronger blow than before, Mu Tianyang, who originally refused to admit defeat, changed his complexion drastically and became extremely pale.
"Fight! I don't believe that my extraordinary swordsmanship is inferior to yours!"
An extremely ferocious aura erupted from Mu Tianyang's body, his face flushed red, and an indescribable majesty erupted from the body of the Golden Holy Emperor. two!
Seemingly slow, in fact, the movements of both are completed in an instant.
Boom!
The black dragon hit the Excalibur again!
Like a huge meteorite falling to the ground from a height of 10,000 meters, before the strong wind reaches the body, a burst of heat wave rolls and scatters. In an instant, with the giant dragon as the center, the ground within a radius of one mile is nothingness. Amidst the continuous loud noises, the gigantic giant dragon slamming into the sky with a click, shattered the divine sword, and rushed towards the phantom of the emperor.
"The third form of the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon¡ªseeing the dragon in the field!"
Bang bang bang!
Under everyone's horrified eyes, the giant dragon roared to the sky, carrying vitality, and the boundless waves transformed from true energy, with a violent breath that drowned everything, hit the chest of the phantom of the emperor.
In Mu Tianyang's eyes, there are tyrannical and ferocious dragon heads everywhere, and he can only feel an irresistible storm of destruction, rolling in, turbulent blood, and the phantom of the emperor shaking violently, ready to burst at any time.
Boom!
The ear-piercing screaming sound, mixed with the rolling thunder produced by the friction of the air, made the ground in a radius of dozens of miles vibrate constantly. It was as if an unknown number of sky thunders had been detonated out of thin air, and the white air waves were like thousands of monsters, flying in all directions. Roaring and running, trampling the earth, shaking the sky!
Boom!
The black dragon slammed straight into the emerald-like golden holy body.
Boom!
A crashing sound that was countless times louder than a thunderbolt erupted. The golden sword energy and the black palm strength coated the world with chaotic light.??
All the surrounding air shook violently, turning into layers of waves, rushing out in all directions.
Click! Click!
One after another, teeth-stinging shattering sounds came from Mu Tianyang's transformed emperor, like fine porcelain breaking, cracks began to spread continuously!
"Ah! No! No!"
Mu Tianyang's face was contorted, his expression was ferocious, and a dull, crazy roar erupted from his mouth. He desperately pumped up his true energy, struggling to die.
In his line of sight, Song Yifei showed no expression on his face, stretched his five fingers, and slowly raised his giant palm, from bottom to top, and palmed again fiercely.
"The fourth form of the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon - Hung Chien Yu Lu!"
"The Fifth Form of the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon¡ªDon't use Qianlong!"
"The Eighth Form of the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon¡ªShocking Baili!"
"The twelfth form of the eighteen palms subduing the dragon¡ªtime ride six dragons!"
"The fifteenth form of the eighteen palms subduing the dragon¡ªthe dragon fights in the field!"
The black dragon roared, and Song Yifei's palms were continuous, like a storm, like a raging sea. Mu Tianyang's face was pale, blood spurted wildly, and his bones screamed violently, so he could only resist passively.
"Roar!"
The dragon's chant shook the sky, the sky was trembling, and the earth was roaring.
The black dragon roared, and thousands of wind dragons were rolled up, and they all let out a sky-shattering roar. The ground was shaken by thousands of dragons, turning over together, and large expanses of earth waves, rushing towards all directions like sea tides.
The world turned pale, and all horses were silent. Song Yifei, with the purest power and the fiercest palm strength of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, blasted Mu Tianyang from the gate to the center of the city.
Countless buildings collapsed, creating a road to the sky!
Click!
Boom!
Under the roar, collision, and bite of the black dragon, the Holy Emperor Illusion was shattered into pieces and scattered into light rain all over the sky.
At the center of the impact, the light faded rapidly, a broken and old body, blood spilled into the sky, dragged a long cloud of smoke, flew backwards at extreme speed, and finally smashed a deep pit on the ground!
Judging by the face, it was Mu Tianyang!
At this time, Mu Tianyang's body was withered and extremely old, his body surface was covered with deep and criss-crossing cracks, and he no longer looked like a handsome and handsome youth.
Buzz!
Countless streamers of gaseous flames, in the chaotic turbulent flow, the air waves vibrate violently like tides, rippling and shrinking layer by layer, turning into a chaotic ball.
Within a radius of one hundred feet, everything was smoothed by invisible strength, the sky was clear and the earth was clear, and the universe was bright, and a peerless and invincible figure stood proudly!
"You can catch my fifteen palms! You are already very good! Haha!"
The winner and loser have been decided, Song Yifei was full of ambition, and couldn't help laughing up to the sky, his voice pierced the sky and echoed through the sky.
Beiming Qianxue and others who were standing very far away couldn't help crying with joy when they heard Song Yifei's laughter.
"It's the head! The head has won!"
"Win! Our Xiaoyao faction won!"
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