When Xuanyuan Ge chooses to burn nearly half of the power of his bloodline in an instant to improve his attack, it means that there is no way to retreat, and he can only choose to charge, or fall halfway through the charge.

The immortal power surged, the sky was dark, the void cracked, and the surging killing aura filled the entire imperial city!

It all comes from that punch!

In front of the domineering blood-red fist, there was a slightly delicate palm, and it was precisely because that palm was in front of him that Xuanyuan Ge's fist did not completely smash the heavens and the earth.

"You're at the end of your rope!"

The slightly delicate palm of the master kissed lightly, and his indifferent gaze met Xuanyuan Ge, although the infinite power surging wildly in Xuanyuan Ge's fist forced him to the blood all over his body to flow backwards, constantly coughing up blood, but he was still indifferent.

"Brush!"

In the blink of an eye, Xuanyuan Ge had already turned into a flash of lightning and flew to the end of the sky, almost leaving the boundary of the imperial city.

Wu Heng was naturally forced to retreat to the end of the sky because he was blocking Xuanyuan Ge's fist, and the wind howled, making him hunt in white.

"Let's go, let's take a look!" The big yellow dog never thought it was a big deal to see the excitement, and shouted at Liu Cheng to keep up with his pace, chasing the afterimages left by Wu Heng and Xuanyuan Ge in the void.

Xuanyuan Xi, Allure Snow, Purgatory Death God, Xuehua, Qian Sanzhuang, Wang Zhice, Xuanyuan Shanggong, Xuanyuan Hong and others naturally followed all the way out of the imperial city.

No monk on the scene would want to miss such a wonderful battle, especially this kind of anti-heaven level leapfrog challenge, after Wu Heng and Xuanyuan Ge disappeared into the Demon Relic Altar, the surrounding crowd of people dissipated without a trace!

Rumble!!

The sudden roar frightened several guards guarding the walls of the imperial city, and their legs and feet were weak for a while, and they only had time to see two afterimages flying quickly from the city wall into the distance, and then, more than a dozen mountains in the distance collapsed continuously, stirring up smoke and dust in the sky, and huge stones flew sideways, and the scene was terrifying, like the end of the world.

"Xuanyuan Ge, you old horseman, is this the only means?" There was such a voice from the depths of the collapsing mountain range, the magic sound rolled, stirring the sky, and there were wisps of destructive qi in the words, and the monks who followed him saw that the land near the imperial city was being broken by inch, manifesting a shocking crack.

The owner of that voice is naturally Wu Heng.

People found that after Wu Heng took a fist, not only was his breath not weakened, but it was becoming strangely stronger, so powerful that a word could cause the nearby mountains and rivers to crack.

Looking at the devastated earth under his feet, Xuanyuan Ge felt terrified, how could this be, after bearing such a punch, he could still speak like this?

Wu Heng rushed out of the middle age of more than a dozen collapsing mountain ranges, he was covered in blood, scarred, and badly injured, but when the Kongtong seal fell from the wound on the top of his head, the scars on the surface of his body were rapidly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What an unbelievable young man......" The immortal lord from Tianhe Star looked at him like a torch, and he hadn't been so excited for a long time.

"It's too strong, with the cultivation of the God Realm, a nine-vein legend has been forced to such a point!!" The eyes of the younger generation of monks were full of fanaticism, and they felt that Wu Heng's figure had become incomparably majestic at this moment, and there were faint traces of the ancient emperor in it.

Looking at Wu Heng, who was knocked down by himself again and again and stood up again and again a few hundred meters in front of him, Xuanyuan Ge was furious, he knew that the physical strength of this kid far exceeded that of the same generation, until now, he found that Wu Heng's physical strength was far beyond that of the same generation, and even surpassed the Ascending Immortal Realm.

"Fight!"

There were golden runes flashing under Wu Heng's feet, and he crossed the mountains and rivers in one step, and a pitch-black sledgehammer appeared in his hand!

That's the Extreme Demon Soldier, the Ancient Hammer!

Xuanyuan Ge's eyelids immediately jumped, and a piece of black rubble spit out from his mouth, and various ancient runes appeared on the rubble, which was an ancient relic immortal treasure!

"Boom!"

The Ancient Hammer collided violently with the ancient rubble, emitting a metal trembling sound that pierced through the gold cracking stone, and the sound waves pierced through the sky, as if the Nine Heavens were cracking with it, turning into stormy waves and spreading out, piercing the eardrums of the battle monks for hundreds of miles, and his brows furrowed.

It's amazing, such powerful fluctuations are rare to even have a battle between the masters of the Ascending Immortal Realm and the Ascending Immortal Realm.

"Do you think I'm still the same Wu Heng who just came to the Demon Battleship Hall and let you be oppressed?" Wu Heng looked with a touch of violent killing intent, and he swiped the Ancient Sky Turning Hammer to directly smash the ancient relic immortal treasure into powder!

Twelve immortal veins, the soul of the world-destroying Dao, the power of the door, the vertical and horizontal mysteries, plus the Extreme Dao Demon Soldier Ancient Heaven Turning Hammer, Wu Heng in such a state is the human god body standing at the pinnacle, and the Wu Heng who has created endless legends and has the strength of the Seven Forbidden Realms.

If the previous Wu Heng was a young man who thought he was rich in books and gentle and elegant, then the current Wu Heng is bloody and brutal, killing people without blinking, a demon, a demon god who stands in the world and is not afraid of everything!

"In just one year, I didn't expect you to really grow to the point where you can stand in front of me and take revenge with your own hands......" Xuanyuan Ge's expression was complicated, a little melancholy, and some regrets, he couldn't imagine that he would get retribution so quickly for bullying Wu Heng in the demon warship a year ago, at that time, Wu Heng was obviously as weak as an ant.

Airplanes!

The ancient sky-turning hammer reappeared with divine might, pulling out the mountain and covering the world, destroying the withering and decaying, and tearing a demonic halberd apart.

"That's a Gu Immortal Soldier!!"

There were living fossils sweating profusely.

Xuanyuan Ge's eyes were even filled with despair, he knew very well how powerful the Ancient Sky Turning Hammer was, and ordinary weapons were difficult to match at all, especially that weapon blessed twelve wisps of immortal qi and blessed the power of the door!!

However, a legend of the Nine Veins has not fallen so easily, and the fierce battle is still going on.

Qiankun Divine Fist, Dragon King Technique, Holy Sword Technique!

Wu Heng's three major attack techniques are continuous, and the powerful one is in a mess, and the gate of hell behind it is pitch black and empty, making people see an ancient battlefield of corpses and a sea of blood in a trance, with vitality withering and everything withering!

"Poof"

Suddenly, half of Xuanyuan Ge's body was smashed into pulp by the Ancient Heaven-Turning Hammer, and the picture was bloody and disgusting.

His old face instantly aged for a thousand years, pale with a bitter sneer of self-deprecation.

People saw that Wu Heng had withdrawn the Ancient Heaven Turning Hammer, rushed to Xuanyuan Ge's approach with his bare hands, and slammed his fist on the old guy's abdomen.

"Ahh

A piercing scream came out, and Xuanyuan Ge's painful facial features were all scuffled together, his pupils dilated, and his eyeballs were bloodshot, as if his eyeballs were about to bulge.

"Bang!"

Wu Heng's expression was indifferent, his killing intent surged, and before Xuanyuan Ge was swept away, he used his brute force to punch again, and his right fist slammed into Xuanyuan Ge's back, Xuanyuan Ge's shrimp-like body immediately straightened, and the bones in his back made a crisp sound of breaking.

"Ah, Wu Heng, you can't die well!!" Xuanyuan Ge roared in pain, and his own dignified nine-vein legend had become a plaything that Wu Heng vented his anger at this moment.

"What, do you have no wrists anymore, and you can only move your mouth?" Wu Heng had a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, raised his leg and stomped on Xuanyuan Ge's head, stepping half of his body into the dirt.

"No, the old man can't lose, even if he uses the evil spirit contract!!" Xuanyuan Ge's eyes buried in the soil suddenly became extremely sharp, as vicious as a snake and scorpion!

I saw that a large gray mist began to emerge from his body, and the mist split the sky and covered the earth, instantly submerging Wu Heng in it.