Yaoyang is like an optimus pillar, standing steadily on the earth, and his vigorous qi and blood rush up, setting him off like a wild demon beast.

Ten breaths later, a four-legged virtual image was condensed around his body.

"It's... Witch Spirit?"

When Jienian saw that Yaoyang's body was fused with the immortal weapon Dading, he thought of the anecdotes told by the seniors in the sect.

The witch god body is a very powerful special physique.

The martial cultivator who has the body of a witch god has a powerful and abnormal physical power.

Jienian put away the smile on his face, the other party was not only strong, but also possessed a witch god body, so he had to become dignified!

His hands were folded, as if he was chanting Buddhist scriptures, and then the golden light around him became even more dazzling.

Gradually, he closed his eyes and bowed his head slightly, like a mainstay, standing still.

A hint of surprise flashed in Tang Chen's eyes, this precept was to brake with stillness and respond to all changes with no change.

Ten breaths later, Yaoyang moved first.

He took a slight step on his front foot, and kicked on his back foot, and the whole person was like an arrow off the string, leaving only an afterimage on the ground.

The distance of ten zhang was cut off by him in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to the front of Jie Nian, and then his right hand formed a fist and slammed out, like a brute dragon, extremely domineering.

The fist wind was fierce, piercing the void, and at this time, the monk also felt the terrifying attack of the other party, his eyes suddenly opened, and his right palm pushed out flat, colliding with the opponent's fist.

The fists collided, but they did not separate immediately, and the two were in a state of confrontation for a while, constantly urging Zhenyuan to defeat each other.

After five breaths, the two of them were separated almost simultaneously with surprise in their eyes.

However, after this separation, the fighting did not stop. I saw Yao Yang withdraw his fist, and his right leg swept out like a whip, blasting towards Jie Nian's head.

This leg was also terrifying, and the powerful force shook the air and instantly retreated, but the guard was not afraid, and his left hand stretched out at will, slapping the right leg swept by Yaoyang.

For a while, the two of them fought hand-to-hand, Yaoyang opened and closed, his strength was domineering, and his momentum was incomparable.

The precept is to brake with static, as steady as Mount Tai.

Hundreds of rounds later, the two were still deadlocked.

Jie Nian is in a passive situation, but he does not fall behind at all, no matter how terrifying Yaoyang's attack is, he is the last to come first, and he has mastered the rhythm.

And Yaoyang, the successive terrorist attacks, did not bring any threat to Jienian, and the physical strength that he was proud of was not suitable for Jienian at all.

However, once the initiative is occupied, it will not be a loss.

Therefore, the battle between the two is indistinguishable, but the few people who are standing in the distance watching the battle know in their hearts that they still have superior skills.

Tang Chen also deepened his understanding of Jienian and Yaoyang at this time, these two people were very skilled in hand-to-hand combat and had rich experience, which showed that they had experienced a lot of actual combat.

"Huh?"

Just when Tang Chen was watching the battle seriously, he keenly felt that two breaths were rushing towards him one after the other, and he couldn't help but secretly say, "Someone is here again!"

Sure enough, after more than ten breaths, a figure walked out of the stele forest and strode towards the rooftop, but his eyes stayed in the battle on the field.

Tang Chen had just caught it, and when this person had just seen the battle between Jienian and Yaoyang, there was surprise in his eyes.

Another genius master!

Tang Chen could also feel that this person should be given to people who did not belong to the human race, and their qi and blood were prosperous, not inferior to Blood Shadow and others, but it was really impossible to see their specific realm.

Moreover, this person was dressed in black armor, and his majestic style, his dark skin and strange eye color all showed that this person was from a different race.

However, seeing this person, Tang Chen's brows gradually furrowed, and he felt a little displeased in his heart, similar to the feeling he had when he first saw the blood shadow.

Because although this person looks majestic, he gives people a sense of yin and fierceness, and it is not easy to get along with.

This person approached Tang Chen and the others, his eyes swept over everyone, and then looked at the white-clothed young man who stopped on the ground steps and struggled to resist the oppression, snorted coldly, and moved his gaze to the two people who were fighting again.

Tang Chen glanced at this person, and his eyes gradually turned cold, because he had caught a trace of murderous aura from the other party's eyes just now.

However, his attention was diverted again, and another person came in the distance, dressed in gray, with long hair and a shawl, and his appearance was ordinary, and the aura of the whole person was not revealed in the slightest.

This is a low-key martial arts cultivator!

Tang Chen had already commented on this person in his heart.

……

The battle between the two has passed a cup of time, and in this relatively short time, the two have passed hundreds of moves, and they are still evenly matched.

The precept is still calm and unhurried, standing firmly on the bluestone, but Yaoyang is fighting more and more fiercely, as if he is crazy.

Boom!

The palms of the two collided again, but the precepts did not move.

And Yao Yang didn't go all out, as if he was tempting, and then he raised his hands to the sky, and the momentum of the whole person changed again, not attracting the attention of everyone on the field.

Airplanes!

There was a trembling sound, and Yaoyang's body bloomed with a dazzling red light, like a rising sun.

The next moment, a large tripod gradually appeared in Yaoyang's palm, holding it with both hands.

"Fusion into the body! This is the supreme skill of the barbarians! This person is actually the genius of the barbarians!" The gray-clothed young man looked at Yaoyang, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

And the fierce black-armored powerhouse had a killing intent on his face, and the aura of the yin owl made many people on the field frown.

Roar!

Yaoyang looked up to the sky and roared, the brilliance on his body dissipated, he grabbed the two tripods with both hands, and the breath on his body changed again, rising to the sky, soaring three feet high, and he saw him smashing down the big tripod against the precepts.

This big tripod was originally one zhang high, and it was held in the hands of Yaoyang, who was smaller than it, but it was domineering, and martial arts cultivation with the tripod as a weapon was rare, but it was not nothing.

However, like Yaoyang, it should be the first one to directly smash people.

With such a powerful blow, coupled with the concentration of Yaoyang's own strength, a more huge phantom gradually appeared around Dading, and smashed into the precept at the same time as Dading.

Jie Nian's eyes changed slightly, such a blow, if it weren't for the cultivation of the body martial arts, he wouldn't dare to make a hard connection, so his body moved, turned into phantoms, and left the big bluestone in an instant.

Rumble!

Yaoyang smashed down the big ding, but instead of smashing the precepts, he smashed the big bluestone, and the bluestone shattered in an instant, and a deep pit of three zhang size appeared on the ground, and there was a small pit in the shape of a four-foot-deep big tripod between the deep pits.

The surrounding viewers all stared at Yaoyang's blow when they saw it, and they had to admit that Yaoyang's blow was definitely enough, and no one dared to be sure that they could do it.

(End of chapter)