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Chapter 1302: What about the Holy Palace Realm

What about the Holy Palace Realm?

Ye Qingyun is confident that he can fight!

His momentum condensed to the extreme at this moment, and climbed to the extreme.

"A battle of life and death? a battle of life and death! It's a battle to the death!" Wang Xian sneered again and again when he heard this, then looked at Luo Yao in the sea of stars, and said slowly: "Luo Yao, you also heard it, it's this guy who is begging for death! I hope you don't interfere later, otherwise, I'm really going to turn my face!"

If it weren't for the fact that his father attached too much importance to Xinghai Luoyao, he would have gone out to kill the young man in white who didn't know what to do!

"Wouldn't it be a joke if my dignified Saint Palace Realm first-class master can't even kill you, an eightfold martial artist of the Immortal Palace Realm?"

"In this battle, I will behead you!"

When the voice fell, his qi and blood rolled all over his body, and the holy qi in the sea of holy qi in his body filled all around.

is full of spiritual energy, which attracts the attention of the people around.

The aura is rolling, and the power of the saint exists in it.

Roar!

A huge mace appeared in Wang Xian's hand.

Wang Xian roared in the sky, and the corners of his mouth set off a cold arc, and the royal blood in his body was constantly impacting his limbs.

Then, a mace fell violently towards Ye Qingyun like a giant mountain!

Facing Wang Immortal, who was a great realm higher than himself, Ye Qingyun naturally didn't dare to be careless, and quickly ran the Shadow Dragon Soul Technique, and countless shadow dragons appeared all around!

These shadow dragons roared fiercely, exuding bursts of terrifying aura.

At the same time, Ye Qingyun held a ruthless holy dragon sword in his hand, and slammed away with a sword.

Sonorous!

The sword in his hand and the mace of the opponent collided violently, and dazzling sparks were generated from the void.

"I dare to go head-to-head with Wang Xian, I feel that the next moment, this guy will be directly smashed by Wang Xian!" The people around couldn't help but secretly sneer when they saw Ye Qingyun daring to swing his long sword so boldly.

The golden sword roared away like a golden dragon, and around this golden dragon were countless shadow dragons, each of which was extremely hideous and roaring.

Feeling this violent sword qi, Wang Xian's eyes condensed, the spiritual power in his body rolled, and in the next moment, a shield was formed, and at the same time, a shadow dragon appeared in his hand.

The shadow dragon instantly turned into his form and formed his clone!

"Two hit you one, how can you fight!"

In the void, there was the sound of Wang Xiandese's wild laughter.

"The Dragon of Sword Yan!"

Ye Qingyun's wrist shook slightly, the golden long sword waved slightly, and suddenly, a red flame appeared on the golden sword.

The flame jumped slightly in the void, and then exploded forward at a rapid speed.

This sword dragon is the sword style that Ye Qingyun found from the ancient ring.

He thought it was good, so he cultivated.

That flame quickly turned into a dragon, and the dragon scales on the dragon jumped with flames, and each dragon scale carried a sword aura!

Subsequently, Ye Qingyun instantly unleashed the ninth-level Holy Combat Power, not only that, but he also cast the Holy Shadow Battle Venerable!

"It turned out to be a member of the Holy Clan!"

"It's actually a ninth-level holy combat power! I heard that the patriarch of the current holy clan is only an eighth-level holy combat power awakened!"

In the void, the two quickly fought.

Weapon against weapon, clone against clone.

A strong force stirs around.

"Twin Fists Dragon Shadow!"

Seeing the white-clothed young man who came quickly and walked with strange steps, Wang Xian was immediately overjoyed, his eyes also lit up slightly, and he already had a killing heart for Ye Qingyun in his heart, and the surging spiritual power burst out from his body like a flood at this moment, and his fists rushed out like a tiger descending a mountain in the next moment.

In the void, there was an afterimage of the Dao.

Every afterimage is like a shadow dragon, shaking everyone's heart.

"My two-fisted shadow dragon will turn into a shadow dragon in the void at a speed of every second, and eventually fill this radius!

Wang Xian snorted coldly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he looked at Ye Qingyun as if he was looking at a dead man.

In his eyes, Ye Qingyun couldn't resist his two-fisted dragon shadow at all!

"Dodge?"

"I, why are you hiding!"

A deep voice sounded from Ye Qingyun's mouth, like a thunderbolt falling suddenly!

When everyone heard this, they were instantly stunned.

Under their curious gaze, they saw that Ye Qingyun didn't dodge it, and rushed straight forward, and then the four major blood veins in his body kept tumbling, like a demon beast constantly roaring.

He didn't even think about dodging, but threw punch after punch.

The fist shone with a golden glow.

"Holy Light Fist!"

This set of boxing techniques comes from the boxing method of the Holy Clan, and it is also the simplest exercise among the Holy Clan.

Almost everyone knew that the Holy Clan had such a set of exercises, because there were so many people who performed them.

"Joke! With such a simple move, you want to defeat my two-fisted dragon shadow, you can't take me too seriously, right?" Wang Xian's three-meter-tall burly body exuded a burst of evil aura.

However, at this moment, Ye Qingyun's fist had already passed through a layer of dragon shadow.

In front of Wang Xian's body, there was a dragon shadow composed of nine impermeable dragon fists.

"Huh?"

Wang Xian's eyes froze slightly.

Rumble!

With the blessing of the aura, and the strength of his own body, Ye Qingyun's fist slammed forward like a hammer.

The second layer of dragon shadow is broken!

Immediately after that, the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth layers were broken like a bamboo!

Until I came to the ninth layer of the Dragon Shadow!

Wang Xian's mouth opened wide, with a ghostly expression, he never expected that the two-fisted dragon shadow that seemed extremely powerful to him would be cracked by the other party so easily and so easily.

After coming to the ninth layer of the dragon shadow, Ye Qingyun raised his head proudly, stared contemptuously at the burly young man in front of him with his mouth wide open, sneered a few times, and said, "This last punch is called the Fist of Death!"

Rumble!

A punch slammed down, and at the moment when the fist blasted out, a surging spiritual power rushed towards Wang Xian like a vast ocean!

Wang Xian wanted to resist, but was shocked to find that the opponent's punches were not only fast, but also very ruthless and decisive.

"My body is strong, stronger than a demon beast, his punch must not hurt my body!" Wang Xian's eyes flickered, feeling that the opponent's fist technique just looked powerful, and under his absolute defense system, he could definitely resist the opponent's move!

It's just that the ninth-layer dragon shadow he was proud of shattered as easily as tofu.

Immediately after, the fist landed directly on his chest, and at this moment, he felt as if nine mountains were pressing fiercely towards him in unison.