Long Yue's body trembled slightly, standing under the huge shadow, his pale expression looked very calm, and his eyes revealed a hint of determination.

It's time for this grievance from decades ago to come to a perfect end.

At the same time—

The long-standing mirror of Tangtai is like a towering mountain, and in front of Zhang Tianshi and the three of them, they did not almost help Long Yue, completely cutting off Long Yue's back road.

The determination in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

The sword in Long Yue's hand suddenly moved again.

A crisp sound of sword roar came out, this time the sword body was bland, the dazzling light was not there, nor was it strong, the strong internal force rolled, calmly shuttling through the void, straight to grab.

Long Qiong's body stood still, with a cold smile on his face.

His eyes were fixed on the sword that was moving straight forward, and a fierce voice came out of his eyes.

- Heavenly Demon Finger!

In the middle of his right hand, the middle finger poked out, and the powerful power suddenly converged on the fingers.

Suddenly, there was a move.

His fingers were as black as ink, as if they were the pillars of heaven and facing Long Yue's sword.

Boom –

The loud sound resounded in all directions, and the endless aftermath kept tumbling like a boiling ocean.

The giant finger is annihilated in the void.

Long Yue's body also flew backwards, the sword in his hand trembled violently, as if he was about to get out of his hand at any time, the qi and blood of his whole body were tumbling, and the qi was constantly collapsing, dissipating into the void.

A contemptuous smile appeared in Long Qiong's expression.

The body moves like a landslide.

Suddenly, unstoppable.

In an instant, eight fierce fists smashed out, the punches were rough and direct, the punches carried a powerful force, and the punches were implemented.

Long Yue's body retreated more rapidly, and a large mouthful of blood kept spitting out.

Slip back ten miles.

The bodies of Long Yue and Long Qiong appeared in the sky above the Nanban battlefield.

With the appearance of the two, the atmosphere on the battlefield also became depressing.

- The gods fight, and it is these mortals who suffer.

Standing still, Long Yue's eyes looked at the dragon dome, and his expression was a little terrifying.

Inhale.

Lift.

Out of the sword.

The body that stood still just now was as steady as a mountain, and Long Yue swung out a sword steadily.

Between heaven and earth, the light was rekindled, and everyone on the battlefield couldn't help but be shocked.

Endless sword qi burst out, constantly blending into the light, and a leisurely dragon roar came out.

In the midst of the dragon's groan, the majesty of heaven and earth suddenly rolled in.

A huge phantom appeared in the sky, like a huge mountain range stretching for thousands of miles, it was a golden dragon, endless golden light shining from above, giving birth to endless coercion, making many people can't help but surrender.

With a hint of a proud smile in his expression, Long Qiong stared at the sword that burst out with endless light and slowly shook his head.

Shaking the head means disapproval.

Not approving means that Long Qiong doesn't take the sword that Long Yue slashed out in his eyes at all.

With a movement of his hands, the long black river that surrounded him converged in Long Qiong's hands, evolving into a hundred-zhang spear, the spear was as black as ink, and the luster it emitted was like ink flowing.

The spear stretched across the void, and the power was terrifying.

The sword slashed down.

Light triumphed over darkness once more, and the black that obscured the sky was split in two, and the huge crack was still magnifying, and the black shadow that enveloped the earth was suddenly replaced by the sun's rays projected down.

The huge phantom entrenched in the void was also slowly suppressed, and the golden dragon's big head looked down at the dragon dome, and his eyes were full of indifference.

"Huh...... It's just a fight of trapped beasts. ”

Long Qiong said softly.

The next moment.

The black hundred-zhang spear volleyed into the air, carrying a fierce power to stab at the golden dragon in the void.

The spear stabbed out.

Draw a black line in the void.

The golden dragon let out a dragon groan again, and its huge body was also entrenched in the sky above the dragon dome, and its indifferent eyes were full of cold killing intent.

Long Qiong's eyes revealed a hint of disgust.

The spear sped abruptly, stabbing into the golden dragon's skull.

In an instant—

Skulls shattered.

The huge body that stretched for thousands of miles was also constantly annihilated in the void, and the heavy power was like a raging fire, melting the spear as well.

The sword finally fell.

Appears directly above the Dragon Dome.

The light is even greater.

The body of the dragon dome was drowned in light.

But—

In just an instant, the endless light was swallowed up by darkness again, and a huge hand grabbed the sword that stood in the air.

- Heavenly Demon Great.

The giant hand grasped the slashing sword.

The majestic sword qi continued to emanate from the gaps in the fingers, constantly cutting the giant hand.

"Give it up!"

Long Qiong spat out three simple words.

The giant hand shattered.

The sword came to an abrupt end.

Long Yue's body was like a meteorite falling from the sky, and it smashed straight to the ground uncontrollably.

Dust flies.

Long Yue's body was once again buried by rubble and dirt.

"The Emperor's Sword Technique is indeed as strong as this. ”

"But what right do you have to judge me?"

"Don't forget, I'm your uncle, and you're a big rebel. ”

Long Qiong said with a very calm expression.

Long Yue lay quietly under the dust and gravel, and his expression was very calm—he was defeated after all, this is a fact after all.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing to say?"

Looking down at Long Yue, who was buried under the dust, Long Qiong spoke again.

The answer to him remained silent.

Long Yue's eyes were tightly closed, and at this moment, he didn't have the slightest mind to argue with Long Qiong.

- He was thinking about what was behind him.

……

……

Ten miles away.

Zhang Tianshi, Wang Daoling, Tsing Yi Taoist, and ascetic monks occupied the Quartet, and the power was monstrous, besieging and killing the Ming Spiegel.

The white long sleeves are constantly waving.

Pumping, hitting, stabbing, winding, pulling......

The long sleeves are like a versatile weapon, and all kinds of sharp moves can burst out at any time.

Smack-

The long sleeves were like iron rods, and they were heavily whipped on the arms of the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi, and the strong momentum that had just erupted suddenly collapsed.

The body of the mirror turned, the long sleeves waved, as if a graceful dancer, the sleeves danced for nine days, and suddenly, the long sleeves swept out like a python, straight to Wang Daoling's chest, a dull voice came out, and Wang Daoling couldn't help but take three steps back.

The vajra erupted in the void with great power, smashing into the back of the mirror with a brilliant golden light.

The body slides out gracefully.

The vajra misses.

The long sleeves suddenly moved, and they whipped the dervish behind him like a long whip.

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