Yellow Springs Blood River!

At this moment, Ye Wushuang directly urged the Yellow Spring Blood River, and the Blood River shrouded directly towards the monsoon.

At the moment when the Yellow Spring Blood River shrouded the monsoon, the bridge composed of millions of Yin Spirits appeared in the Yellow Spring Blood River, directly suppressing the monsoon.

"Hmm!"

"How is that possible?"

Originally, he was disdainful of Ye Wushuang's domain power, but at this moment, Ji Feng's face changed greatly, and his eyes were full of horror.

Because when Ye Wushuang's Yellow Spring Blood River, the moment the blood bridge composed of millions of Yin Souls appeared, Ye Wushuang's domain power increased several times, and the terrifying domain power posed a great threat to the monsoon.

At this moment, the speed of the monsoon was sharply reduced by thirty percent, and the strength was also weakened by thirty percent.

"Starfall!"

The Fulong stick in Ye Wu's hands shook, and a terrifying tremor force was released, and the Fulong stick buzzed.

With one afterimage, the Fulong stick smashed down on the monsoon.

At this time, in the face of Ye Wushuang's terrifying stick, Ji Feng's eyes sank.

In Ji Feng's hand, a sword appeared, and the terrifying sword burst out, and it was slashed out with a sword against Ye Wushuang's Fulong stick.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and I saw Monsoon's body fly upside down in an instant.

"Poof!"

It was as strong as a monsoon, and it spit out a mouthful of blood directly.

"What?"

"This ...... How is this possible, how can Ye Wushuang be so strong?"

"Damn, in the Shura Palace, when did such a number one person come out!"

......

The people around them, seeing the scene just now, flashed with horror in their eyes, and no one thought that Ye Wushuang's strength would be so terrifying.

Even the Shura Hall Lord in the middle of the battle saw this scene, and he directly fell down.

It's just that the Shura Hall Master at this time looked at Ye Wushuang, and his eyes flickered.

Ye Wushuang seemed to have the strength of a half-step human emperor, but it made him extremely terrifying, because if he wanted to get the inheritance of the ancient human emperor, Ye Wushuang must be a terrible opponent.

"Damn, what's that?"

At this time, Monsoon was different from others, his eyes flashed with the cold glow of choosing people to devour, staring at the bridge composed of millions of Yin Souls in Ye Wushuang's Huangquan Blood River.

The moment the bridge appeared, it directly suppressed him.

The stars are extinguished!

At this time, Ye Wushuang used the Heavenly Regret Stick Technique and swept towards the monsoon again.

"Boom!"

At this moment, in the body of the monsoon, the monstrous momentum broke out directly, and I saw that at the center of the monsoon's eyebrows, the martial spirit mark became extremely dazzling at this time.

It was an extremely terrifying Desolate Wind Eagle Martial Spirit.

The moment he urged the martial spirit, the momentum of the monsoon skyrocketed instantly, and it was terrifying to the extreme.

The disadvantage just now was reversed again, suppressing Ye Wushuang.

"Humph!"

"This is the true strength of adults!"

The hall master of the Ten Thousand Beasts Palace, who was fighting with the Shura Hall Lord, had a gleam in his eyes, and he was disdainful of Ye Wushuang at this time.

At this time, the monsoon, the speed of the sword, increased tenfold.

"Phew!"

Ye Wushuang spat out a mouthful of blood, and a terrifying chill erupted in his eyes.

"Boom!"

At the moment when the monsoon prevailed, Ye Wushuang's body erupted with a terrifying aura.

At the center of Ye Wushuang's eyebrows, the Holy Dragon Martial Spirit manifested, and a black dragon phantom with pitch-black, noble, indifferent, broken golden demon eyes, and regarded all spirits as ants, appeared behind Ye Wushuang.

The indifferent, domineering gaze fell on Monsoon's body.

Like a god from above, looking down on mortals.

"Puff puff!"

At the moment when Ye Wushuang's Holy Dragon Martial Spirit manifested, the people who were close to Ye Wushuang vomited blood and passed out directly under Ye Wushuang's coercion.

"Flood level...... Dragon Martial Spirit!"

The moment he saw Ye Wushuang's martial spirit, whether it was the Shura Hall Lord or the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall Master, his eyes were full of fear.

Hong-level martial spirits, what they represent, they know better than anyone else.

The Shura Hall Lord and the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall Lord, who had the highest vision, directly exclaimed.

At this time, in the tomb of the Emperor of the Ancient Sheren, all the fights stopped, and a pair of eyes fell on Ye Wushuang's body, no, it was Ye Wushuang's Holy Dragon Martial Spirit.

"Damn, you have to use a secret technique!"

The monsoon pressed his teeth, urging the secret arts, and his strength climbed again.

Ji Feng's figure was illusory, but he suddenly disappeared in place, but when he reappeared, he had already come to Ye Wushuang's side, and at the same time, the long sword slashed directly towards Ye Wushuang lightly.

"So fast!"

Ye Wushuang's pupils shrank suddenly.

The speed of this monsoon was so fast that even he was horrified, and the sword that the monsoon slashed out also contained great mysteries.

As soon as the sword came out, Ye Wushuang only felt that the entire heaven and earth were frantically pressing towards him in all directions.

He tried to dodge, but found that his body didn't have time to move at all, and the sword seemed to lock him there.

"His perception of the realm is far stronger than mine!" Ye Wushuang was secretly shocked.

This monsoon had just made a move, and Ye Wushuang immediately understood that although the cultivation revealed by this monsoon was still at the dual level of the human emperor, and the burst of strength was even far inferior to him, his perception of the realm was far above him.

The sword light struck, Ye Wushuang couldn't dodge, he simply didn't bother to dodge, the Fulong stick in his hand burst out with amazing momentum, dancing the Fulong stick, the sky was full of stick shadows, and he directly greeted it.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang, and after the two came into contact, two shocking momentum immediately escaped, and these two momentum were extremely terrifying.

Click!

A violent roar erupted in the tomb, and huge cracks appeared on the ground and on the stone walls, and the huge tomb seemed to collapse at any moment.

The momentum continued to sweep, flying towards the people in the Hall of Ten Thousand Beasts and the Shura Palace, and swept towards the people in the Hall of Ten Thousand Beasts and the Shura Palace.

Thundered!

The roar sounded wildly, and a large number of things were directly smashed and collapsed, and the disciples of the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall and the Shura Hall were ruthlessly wiped out. Above the dark river, Ye Wushuang and the monsoon figure both retreated at the same time.

"A half-step human emperor, how powerful is it?" Ji Feng glanced at Ye Wushuang in surprise, and then grinned, "It's a little interesting, it actually forced me to go all out." ”

As he spoke, this monsoon was another stride, and the distance of dozens of zhang immediately crossed and appeared in front of Ye Wushuang again.

The long sword in his hand was still swung lightly, but this time it was three swords in succession.

The three sword lights, the speed is amazing, and it is even more exquisite.

Ye Wushuang's face sank, and Fu Long Stick immediately greeted him.

Boom Boom!

Three strikes sounded in succession, three sword lights, and Ye Wushuang blocked two frontally, but another one swept across Ye Wushuang's body, leaving a clear blood mark on Ye Wushuang's chest, and Ye Wushuang's figure was also blasted out by the bombardment, looking quite embarrassed.

After regaining his footing, Ye Wushuang looked at the blood marks on his chest, and there was a trace of blood overflowing.

He's hurt.

(End of chapter)