"Let me learn the skills of the two Sacred Palace Palace Masters today!" Yang Ling pulled out the dragon spear behind his back and rushed forward.

With each step, the space would be trampled under his feet to form a void vortex, and a terrifying void storm erupted from the vortex, and then was shattered by the blue light of the armor.

"Death~" Yang Ling roared, the dragon spear in his hand stabbed forward, and a green dragon roared out in the dazzling blue light, directly shattering the layers of void and pounced on the oncoming Mo Jiao.

"Boom~~"

Qinglong and Mojiao collided together in the void.

A violent energy exploded, and the entire holy ruin trembled violently, and the time and space where the two fought completely collapsed in an instant, becoming a complete void state.

"Huh~" Mo Jiao let out a painful howl and rolled backwards, and Yang Ling also staggered back, and the black statue and the light gate phantom behind him shook violently.

With this earth-shattering blow, a large hole was pierced in Mo Jiao's body, and pure golden blood gushed out and sprinkled thousands of kilometers into the void.

And Yang Ling was also uncomfortable, feeling that he had hit a huge stone pier while running, and the impact force that rebounded back from the dragon spear directly almost knocked him out of the state of combining combat skills, and his arms were still trembling in the retreat.

"Where to escape!" On the back of the scarab, a smile appeared on the face of the saint fanzi, and his big hand was grabbed at Yang Ling in the air.

Yang Ling turned around in retreat and stabbed the dragon spear again.

"Boom~"

The entire holy ruins shook violently again, and many places began to collapse on a large scale, and countless monks were caught off guard and were directly swept into the void cracks.

Saint Fanzi's big hand was directly pierced by the dragon spear and shattered, and Yang Ling was even more uncomfortable, and under the two violent impacts in a row, he directly spewed out a mouthful of pale golden blood.

Although the power of order was obtained because of the fusion of the black statue, after all, it was an external force, and Yang Ling could not control it, and he could barely exert the true dragon combat skill at this time, but in fact, Yang Ling was far from reaching the true dragon realm of the holy level, and he could not fully exert the power of the combat technique, nor could he complete the pressure brought by the combat technique.

"Huh~~" At this time, the Mo Jiao who rolled out pounced again, and Xin Yuanzi, who was looking at Yang Ling's injury, of course refused to miss the opportunity, the huge scarab wings opened, and a dazzling golden light instantly filled the entire void.

"Come again!" Yang Ling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and at the same time stimulated the fighting spirit in his heart, and strode forward with a dragon spear with both hands.

Although the two battles made him bear a very huge impact and pressure, they also gave him a rough idea of the approximate combat strength of the two palace masters in the so-called half-saint state.

Each one is about the same as the state in which he is now using his True Dragon Combat Technique.

If he can fully control the statue, he can use the power of order to crush the two of them in an instant.

But for now, it's just a luxury.

Under the cooperation of the two, the pressure on Yang Ling was unprecedentedly huge.

And Yang Ling also needs such a battle at this time to test the power of the real dragon combat technique, and at the same time, he can speed up the comprehension of the power of order through this desperate squeezing battle, and he can also fuse the black statue faster.

"Roar~Whoa~"

"Boom Boom~~"

A giant in armor and a dragon spear in his hand, a huge scarab beetle, and a ink Jiao fought in the void.

Impact, roll, back, roar......

Strands of blood splattered in the air from time to time, and the void collapsed layer after layer.

The entire holy ruins shook and trembled like a vibrating table, and countless decaying and weak areas began to collapse in large areas.

Screams and roars spread throughout the ruins.

Decay fell here and there, and the nearby monks fell into it like dumplings, soon engulfed in a cloud of blood mist by the chaotic and violent storm of the void.

A large number of monks began to flee in terror.

But the way has been cut off, and there is a crumble everywhere.

The road ahead was even more terrifying, and it seemed that in an instant, everyone fell into an unprecedented crisis, and could die at any time, and many began to regret coveting the illusory opportunity for sanctification.

But even after falling into such a terrifying situation, some of the powerhouses of the True Xuan Realm were still rushing towards the center of the holy ruins.

They are different from low-level monks, and their understanding and comprehension of life are also different, for them, if they are not holy, they will become ashes, anyway, in a few decades, the terrible apocalypse will come, the world will collapse and everything will be destroyed, and no one will be able to escape.

The most important thing was that most of the masters who had already penetrated into the interior of the holy ruins had seen the looming huge light gate again one after another, and the terrifying battle fluctuations were transmitted from that place.

This shows that there are already senior masters who have begun to stop the elves and prevent them from retreating to the spirit realm.

Moreover, such a fierce battle also shows that the battle between the two sides is extremely fierce, and the consumption must be huge.

As long as the elves consume the terrifying one-time magic magic weapon of the elves, many people believe that they are completely capable of fighting this elven race.

And in the middle of the battle, maybe the peerless powerhouse of the Taixuan Realm will also be injured or even fall, and when the time comes, maybe he can pick up a big leak or even pick up a big leak.

So under all kinds of thoughts, these powerhouses of the True Xuan Realm couldn't wait to flock to the place where they were fighting.

There are tens of thousands of beings in the entire Xuan Realm who have broken through to the True Xuan Realm.

As a result, countless terrifying figures could be seen passing through the void one by one, gradually converging towards one place.

"It seems that the second child is about to lose it!" Standing outside the battle circle, Dou Yuntao said with a nervous face.

"Xiao Lingzi is so fierce, he has been fighting with two guys from the Taixuan Realm for so long, but this blood has also vomited several pots, I don't know if Xiao Lingzi will have kidney deficiency and impotence after this fight!" Yu Qiang said very emotionally.

"It's really hard to say! Qiangzi, it's up to you whether you can save the second child later!" Ding Cong touched his chubby chin, his expression was a little serious, and his body turned into eight in a flash, six of them were holding a sealed scroll in their hands, and the remaining two sandwiched Yu Qiang in the middle.

"Oh my god, dead fatty, are you really here?" Yu Qiang took out a half-holy weapon in horror and put it on the chest of one of Ding Cong's clones.

"None of us can die, but the second child can't die, it's up to you to decide whether to make a move or not!" Ding Cong pouted and said.

"But do you look like I'm going to make my own decisions?" Yu Qiang yelled through gritted teeth.

At this time, in the battle circle, the collapsing space-time formed a huge black hole with a diameter of hundreds of thousands of kilometers, and all the nearby matter was swallowed into it.

And the battle between Yang Ling, Xin Yuanzi, and Shengfanzi has also entered an extremely tragic stage.