After being trapped for more than ten years, Ye Dongyang broke through, and Ye Dongyang was in full swing.

The sharpness of the edge is that Lou Jing did not dare to be his edge for a while. Unlike dealing with Ye Qingqing and the Dongyang Sect, Ye Dongyang was an opponent of the same level as Lou Jing.

Lou Jing didn't dare to be careless, and the dark fire and thunder stacked up. The black mist surrounded his body, the yin thunder flashed in it, and the faint green flames were accompanied by a gust of wind, and Lou Jing slammed into Ye Dongyang with a punch.

The power of fist strength does not lie in the strength of the fist. Thunder and fire are mixed, and black fog looms, just a punch, but it seems to carry the power of heaven and earth.

"Good time!"

Coercion came layer by layer, and in this narrow hole, Lou Jing's fist was like a flood that broke the gate, rushing forward.

Ye Dongyang was not afraid at all, and the runes around him flowed, like flying leaves in the wind. In Lou Jing's fist, the runes around Ye Dongyang were quickly annihilated, and only a little starlight remained, floating in the air.

Under the starlight, water droplets float in the air. Hurdles are dissociated, and vitality is born. Ye Dongyang slapped out and collided with Lou Jing's fist.

The masters clashed, and at that moment, the two sides already understood each other's strength.

"Ye Dongyang, after being trapped for more than ten years, you still achieved the title of great grandmaster after all."

"If I don't become a great grandmaster, how can I have the face to face the ancestor under the nine springs of his day? If you don't become a great master, how can I kill you, an old thief. ”

"If you want to kill me, it depends on whether you have the ability to do it."

Lou Jing sneered, his long narrow eyes intertwined with Ye Dongyang's tiger eyes, and both sides saw the fighting intent in each other's eyes.

The Great Grandmaster is located at the top of the world's monks, and has always been an existence in the clouds and mist, looked up to. There are even people who can't understand this level of monks, and worship them as gods.

And as long as people who have reached this level in person can understand that the Great Grandmaster is actually more realistic than anyone else.

What is reality?

The vast world is intertwined with law and reason. Life and death are fighting, and there is no room for anything. Either you die or I die.

The victor gains everything, and the loser loses everything. Ye Dongyang and Lou Jing, how could it be otherwise.

It's just that unlike the murderer who wielded his claws and grinding his teeth, the means that the two great masters could use were even more terrifying, and the level of struggle was beyond the reach of ordinary monks.

The truth is so simple, but it is also extremely cruel.

The fists parted, and the two of them took a step back. The small space shook because it couldn't withstand the attack of the two. The rubble on the rock wall began to fall off, and the magma behind the bronze door began to overflow.

"If you have the guts, come with me."

Seeing that this place was about to be destroyed, Lou Jing let out a whistling sound, his body was like thunder, and he moved forward quickly.

Ye Dongyang was naturally not afraid, yelled, and followed.

When Lou Jing came, he had already ordered all the disciples of the Netherworld to evacuate temporarily. The Netherworld is easy to defend and difficult to attack, because of its many mechanisms and difficult terrain.

The Netherworld is narrow and difficult to spread, and the only way to the ground is a hand-made intermittent plank road that surrounds the rock wall.

Although it is not good for the enemy to advance, it is also not good for us to advance.

Now that the offense and defense are changing, a great master like Ye Dongyang is making trouble at the core. Unless Ye Dongyang's strength is exhausted, if he wants to kill three in and three out, Lou Jing really can't stop him.

Ye Dongyang is murderous and serious, Lou Jing naturally can't watch his subordinates being consumed meaninglessly in this bloody battle. For a time, this empty Netherworld Prison became a battlefield for the two great masters to fight.

The two of them attacked extremely fast, and within a dozen breaths, they hit the plank road from the deepest death row.

The two were inseparable, and in the air, the flames gathered and dispersed, the arcs flashed, the runes soared into the sky, and the mist was filled.

Everything is out of order, turning the silent Netherworld into chaos.

And behind this disorder, there are always two pairs of calm eyes, shuttling in this electric light, looking for each other's flaws.

Masters compete against each other, and a small flaw is caught, which can change the situation.

It's a pity that neither Lou Jing nor Ye Dongyang will give each other this opportunity. The plank road is coiled, and above it is a semi-convex cliff, which is also where Lou Jing's throne is located.

On the plank road, Ye Dongyang attacked Lou Jing and was reflexively whipped by him. Ye Dongyang took advantage of the momentum and flew into the air, his hands melted apart, like a floating bird.

"Dadu Heavenly Death Thunder Talisman!"

Ye Dongyang used the realm of a great grandmaster, and with one thought, he led to Qi and turned into a talisman. The rune flashed, the clouds condensed, and a purple thunder slashed down, with the power of panic.

Lou Jing didn't dare to fight hard, so he reflexively avoided it, but saw that the plank road under his feet couldn't bear it, and began to shatter and fall. Lou Jing stood on it, seeing that he was about to fall into the abyss, his footsteps lightly touched the gravel in the air, like an old ape climbing a tree, his body was agile, and he climbed the steps.

Lou Jing was just about to step on the ground, but saw Ye Dongyang coming towards him.

"Lou respects the old thief, let me go down."

With one palm, Lou Jing will be knocked down.

"Six Yin Hellfire!"

The glow of the green fire floated, burning the debris in the air. Lou Jing did not hesitate and confronted Ye Dongyang with one punch.

Invisible energy exploded in the air, and a circle of dust spread rapidly.

The sinister poison of the Hellfire lies in its unstoppable penetrating power. Ye Dongyang knows this. So before the fire could reach it, he used a defensive talisman.

But what Ye Dongyang didn't know was that the cultivation technique of the Netherworld was mixed with the essence of grassland shamanic witchcraft. Hellfire can not only hurt people's flesh and muscles, but also hurt people's souls.

"Soul Destroying Spell!"

With a wave of Lou Jing's sleeve, the black Gu worm flew out and headed towards the Hellfire.

Before the flames could fall, the swarms of Gu insects were like moths, melting everything into the flames.

The dark green flames began to undergo a qualitative change. Ye Dongyang found that the Gu worms burned out, and the black dust floated, flickering with the brilliance of extinction when the calamity came.

The Hellfire attacked the soul, Ye Dongyang didn't dare to hold it up, gave up the pursuit of Lou Jing in mid-air, and defended reflexively.

The Gu insects in the sleeves are swarming, like a big net. Taking advantage of this gap, Lou Jing stepped on this big net and climbed the cliff with his strength.

This place is far from the death row deep underground, and the two of them have been fighting for a long time, for five or six hours, and they are no longer at the beginning of the edge, and their momentum has declined.

But even so, the two still have no intention of stopping. Attack each other and go to the throne.

Lou Jing and Ye Dongyang attacked with all their might, and when they were about to approach the throne, they suddenly found that a powerful aura was rapidly approaching.

Yang Chun seemed to fall from the sky, with incomparable power, and entered the battle group.

With a punch, Lou Jing and Ye Dongyang wanted to resist, but their breath was declining at this time.

The intention of killing was implemented, whether it was Lou Jing or Ye Dongyang, they couldn't stand it, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he half-knelt on the ground. Looking up, Yang Chun had already stopped.

Under the moonlight, the throne was reflected, and a light veil was hazy.

When the two of them saw each other, Yang Xian was sitting on it, supporting him with one hand, and glanced at them lightly.