Rumble!

The battle began again, and the two powerhouses used their most powerful magical powers to collide together, and a fierce confrontation began.

Murong Xian's slender body shimmered with light, and his gestures were like electric gods, and Ao Yuanjiao's huge body exuded a dull gray light, and his figure loomed.

In the arena, the scene of the battle between the two sides swept like a storm, and sometimes roared like thunder and lightning. The powerful force filled every inch of space, and the entire space suddenly shone brightly, and suddenly dimmed, as if it was the center of a storm, and the entire arena was shaken, and some cultivators who were watching the battle wanted to retreat, but when they saw the arbiter of the Flying Feather Tribe standing there without moving, they stood in place with a strong spirit, so as not to make people laugh.

The combat power of the Gray Jiao clan is also a former subordinate in the Jiao clan, otherwise it would be impossible to break out of the golden signboard of Tianjiao Palace.

Airplanes~

There was a ripple in the air, shattering all the light at once, annihilating all the sounds, and from Ao Yuanjiao's eyebrows flew out a dragon claw a foot long, simple and vigorous, like gold.

"What's that?"

"Could it be a magic weapon made from the limbs left behind by the divine beast?"

All the cultivators were shocked, because they all felt that the dragon claw was emitting a strange and powerful power, and if it weren't for the shield of the arena, they would have been forced to leave by now.

"It's not a magic weapon, it's a kind of great magical power of the dragon clan-the ancestral dragon claw! I didn't expect Ao Yuanjiao to have such an opportunity!" a middle-aged monk from a certain big force said with a lot of emotion.

The ancestral dragon is the common ancestor of all dragons, and it is the first dragon clan that appeared with this world. If this 'Ancestral Dragon Claw' is really the magic left behind by the Ancestral Dragon, then its power can be known regardless of it.

"No wonder there is such coercion, through a strong shield, you can feel its terrible. Someone muttered to himself.

Burst!

Sure enough, even the six-colored light curtain of the Great Compassion Mirror could not stop the dragon claw, and the long dragon claw tore open the protective light curtain of the Great Compassion Mirror as if it were devastating.

Zheng!

The dragon claw bent and stretched like a living thing, and when the head slapped down, Murong Xian's hands suddenly reached out, and he actually grabbed the dragon claw, as if he wanted to crush her.

"I must be dazzled!"

"It's an afterimage, isn't it?

The cultivators all felt that the scene in front of them was too unreal, not to mention whether the 'Ancestral Dragon Claw' really inherited the ancient supernatural powers, just by virtue of its ability to tear apart the light curtain that the treasure mirror was falling, they knew how powerful it was, but Murong Xianxian actually held it with both hands, and the physical strength of this female cultivator was too terrifying, right?

Or did she use some kind of supernatural power or magic weapon?

Ao Wunu's face in the crowd was also a little ugly, Ao Yuanjiao didn't use the ancestral dragon claw at the beginning, it was also to leave a hole card...... In fact, the people who watched Ao Yuanjiao cast the ancestral dragon claw basically died under his claws, and today it was because the stakes were too big that he couldn't fail, so he showed it in front of the public, but he didn't expect Murong Xianxian to fight back in this way.

Ao Yuanjiao was also surprised, but he didn't stop, but urged the ancestral dragon claw with all his might, wanting to take the opportunity to kill Murong Xianxian...... If you can get the treasure on Murong Xian's body, even if you expose the ancestral dragon claw, it will be worth it.

The ancestral dragon claw was not an entity, and under the urging of Ao Yuanjiao, countless golden lights bloomed, each of which was like a sword qi, making a sneering sound.

Eighty-nine Xuangong!

Murong Xian's hands were clasped together, the ancestral dragon claw was held in her hand, the Great Compassion Mirror turned into a blue light and submerged into her eyebrows, and her body rushed towards Ao Yuanjiao, actually wanting to use the ancestral dragon claw to kill Ao Yuanjiao.

The surrounding spectators were a little speechless, and it was not just whimsical to use the opponent's supernatural powers to kill the enemy...... This, how strong hands do you have to be able to do this?

Many cultivators who had thoughts about the treasures on Murong Xian Xian's body are now gradually dying...... People who dare to go deep into the abyss of the sea of fog, their strength goes without saying, their vision is definitely there, even if they are as gentle as Lin Haotian, they can also see that Murong Xian's hands did not use any magic weapons or magical powers, but they were directly held with both hands.

Ao Yuanjiao roared angrily, turned into a human form again, and formed a seal with both hands to urge the ancestral dragon claw, "You underestimate the ancestral dragon claw too much!"

Murong Xianxian ignored it, the ancestral dragon claw seemed to be about to explode at any time in her hands, but she was forced to suppress it, and she was also understanding the laws contained in the ancestral dragon claw...... This is indeed a peerless supernatural power, with great power. However, she found that as long as it was a creature with the blood of the dragon clan and had a certain understanding, it was possible to understand the laws contained in it and practice this magical power, otherwise she would not be able to suppress this ancestral dragon claw that was not an entity.

"Ah~"

Ao Yuanjiao shouted, his figure tried his best to dodge, Murong Xian's slender body was like electricity, passing by his side, and one of his arms was broken again.

This time, Murong Xianxian obviously didn't want to give him a chance to recover the broken arm, so he turned around and sent out a Vajra Divine Palm, knocking Ao Yuanjiao back, and at the same time slapped the ancestral dragon claw towards the broken arm, knocking it into a pulp, and the ancestral dragon claw also broke free from Murong Xianxian's grasp and flew into the air.

At the other end of the arena, Ao Yuanjiao's figure reappeared, the gray mist shrouded, and his broken arm was born again, but his face was obviously not good-looking, because his way of recovering was very depleting of his own vitality.

"I admit, underestimating you. But you also underestimate the power of the ancestral dragon claws!" he uttered a low voice, but the killing intent intensified, and his thick gray hair fluttered.

Rumble~

The golden light on the ancestral dragon's claws flickered, rising against the storm, and the surrounding space began to vibrate violently, and in the blink of an eye, it rose to the top of a large hall, and smashed down on Murong Xianxian.

Great Bright Fist!

Murong Xian slenderly slammed his fist into the air, Sanskrit chanted, the immeasurable Buddha light shone in all directions, and the golden light on the fist was brilliant, as if even Tianyu could penetrate it.

There was silence all around the arena, and the cultivators' faces changed...... This punch is undoubtedly a great power of Buddhism. The magic weapon of Buddhism may be left behind, but the great gods of Buddhism have always been inherited. Behind Murong Xianxian, there may be a certain Buddhist force, and no one treats her as an ordinary casual cultivator.

In Ao Wu's heart, it was a little heavier, and the power of Murong Xianxian's punch was definitely not under the claws of the ancestral dragon. If the Ancestral Dragon Claw was still unable to suppress Murong Xianxian, then the outcome of this battle might be beyond his expectations...... Ao Wunu was already considering whether he could snatch all the bets from the arbiter.

Boom! Boom!

The collision of the two supernatural powers emitted eternal light...... The ancestral dragon claw emitted a golden treasure light full of the aura of a king, suppressing an enemy, and the Great Light Fist sparked immeasurable Buddha light, purifying all directions.

"No matter how hard you struggle, it's useless! you can't escape death today!" Ao Yuanjiao's face was full of anger, his eyebrows glowed, and the sound of the ancestral dragon's claws breaking through the air was like a giant dragon from ancient times roaring.

Outside the arena, Ao Xiaolong clenched his fists, he was not worried about Murong Xianxian, but excited...... Ancestral Dragon Divine Power, even him, is very envious and hopes to get it. It's a pity that there is a shield to block it, if it is the physical realm, he must be faster and more complete than Murong Xianxian.

Murong Xianxian is still contemplating enlightenment, as Ao Xiaolong expected, she will not worry about herself at all, the five elements divine power and other means she has just comprehended have not been used, but this ancestral dragon claw is indeed rare, and she wants to fully see the mystery.

When Ao Yuanjiao once again urged the ancestral dragon claw, Murong Xianxian raised his hand and sent out a great light fist again.

The light of the Buddha is clear, and the world is respected!

She had already figured out the rules of the Ancestral Dragon Claw, and now she didn't need to do it anymore. Murong Xian Xian swung his golden fist and kept striking out.

Bang!bang......

The void shook, and the ancestral dragon claws let out a wail, like a dying dragon struggling, and finally it was about to shatter, but there was no way to dodge.

Everyone changed color, Ancestral Dragon Divine Power, what kind of great magical power is that?!

Now not only did they encounter an enemy, but they also had to be crushed by the enemy, which is shocking!

Rumble!

In the end, Murong Xianxian smashed the ancestral dragon claw with a punch, and Ao Yuanjiao screamed, a wisp of blood overflowed from his eyebrows, and he almost fell to the ground.

Murong Xianxian was indomitable, at this moment, her spirit was all concentrated into a pair of golden fists, nearly a hundred years of Taoism, unyielding will, turned into a pair of fists of law...... At this moment, she was promoted to a strange wonderland, as if she was in harmony with the laws of heaven and earth, breaking Ao Yuanjiao's body protection supernatural power and shattering his physical body.

I don't know how many hundred rounds have passed since the big battle, but time is not much of a concept for cultivators, and they are more concerned about the outcome of this battle.

"Ao Yuanjiao was defeated?!"

All the cultivators are a little incredible, Ao Yuanjiao has already displayed the ancestral dragon supernatural power, and he is very strong, known as 'immortal', he didn't expect to be defeated, this battle ended in this way.

"Good!

Ao Xiaolong waved his fist and seemed to be venting, the ancestral dragon's divine power fell on Ao Yuanjiao's hand, which made him very depressed, and he also saw what Murong Xianxian did in the arena, and he had a connection with Murong Xianxian's mind, so he naturally knew that Murong Xianxian had realized the mystery of the ancestral dragon's claws.

And the monks on the side of Tianjiao Palace were silent, although they were all full of anger, but they also knew that even Ao Yuanjiao was drinking hatred under Murong Xian's fist, and most of them would not have any good results when they went up.

Ao Wunu stood there, like a rock, his whole body exuding a cold aura, and a pair of eyes stared at Murong Xianxian gloomily, not knowing what he was thinking. RS