"Buzz!"

The vajra that flew towards Ye Changsheng bloomed with ten thousand golden lights, like a folding fan that turned open, turning into a huge golden wheel.

The golden wheel spun, and the brilliant golden light turned into endless wheel shadows, enveloping Ye Changsheng in layers.

Although Ye Changsheng's movements were as fast as possible, the light of the wheel shadow was faster, and the golden wheel only deflected the angle, and then enveloped Ye Changsheng's figure in the overlapping wheel shadows.

The mastiff stood as tall as a mountain, his face was cold and hard, his hands were knotted with handprints, and his two cold eyes looked at Ye Changsheng who was shuttling in the light and shadow.

Experienced in a hundred battles, how could he not know the delaying tactics adopted by Ye Changsheng, but did it make sense?

He is the one who attacks, although the consumption is large, but Ye Changsheng dodges everywhere, tired of running for his life, and the consumption is so great, I'm afraid that he is not under him, right?

Meng Mastiff is full of confidence, even if he fights a war of attrition, the person who has the last laugh must be him, not Ye Changsheng.

However, the strength shown by Ye Changsheng made him have to be jealous.

Ye Changsheng's body style is very weird, and he can always get rid of his attack lock at a critical moment, making him fall short.

Ye Changsheng's swordsmanship is also very exquisite, combining rigidity and softness, and being single-minded, every time at a critical moment, he dissolves his most powerful blow.

Ye Changsheng's defense was also strong, although he had suffered so many injuries, none of them were critical, even if they were so externally injured, most of them were minor injuries.

Meng Mastiff had already seen that Ye Changsheng had practiced the subtle yoga method, so he could control the changes in his muscles and bones at will, so he could avoid fatal injuries.

Moreover, Ye Changsheng has a defensive magic weapon on his body, which effectively protects his internal organs.

It was probably because of his strange body technique, exquisite swordsmanship, and strong defense that Ye Changsheng formulated a attrition tactic from the very beginning.

But what really scared Meng Mastiff the most was Ye Changsheng's strong willpower.

Meng Mastiff had already pushed his momentum to the peak, but after hundreds of encounters, he was shocked to find that his violent momentum had no effect on Ye Changsheng in the slightest.

The mastiff knew very well how terrible the momentum he broke out in the battle, and it was with this violent momentum that he crushed opponents with similar strength to himself many times.

With the bonus of momentum, he even crossed the level to kill a high-level master of the Supreme Realm.

However, under the impact of his momentum, Ye Changsheng did not have the cold, nor did he lose his fighting spirit, and even the fluctuation of his mentality was not obvious.

Ye Changsheng was like a stone that didn't know anything, no matter how powerful the momentum was, no matter how terrifying the murderous aura was, it seemed that it couldn't affect him.

Meng Mastiff really couldn't figure out how a sixteen-year-old boy could temper his will like steel?

An opponent you can't see through is the most terrible opponent.

Out of the instinctive vigilance of the master, the mastiff did not hesitate to cast the tantric mudra.

Looking at Ye Changsheng, who was shrouded in the shadow of the Golden Wheel, there was a hint of mockery in the eyes of the Meng Mastiff.

Ye Changsheng, now I want you to know, who is consuming whom?

The golden wheel turned into the vajra, under the control of the mastiff's big mudra, constantly chased Ye Changsheng, and always projected layers of wheel shadows on Ye Changsheng's body.

Although the wheel shadow has binding power and a certain lethality, it does not hurt Ye Changsheng much.

Moreover, because Ye Changsheng was blessed with Master Jiluo's blood meridian on his body, the damage of the Buddha's light to him was basically negligible.

At first, Ye Changsheng was still a little surprised, the tantric mudra he imagined should be very powerful, not so frivolous, right?

However, after dodging for a while, Ye Changsheng finally realized that something was wrong.

The energy in his body was passing rapidly, and the speed of the flow was more than three times faster than before!

The light and energy of the Buddha that re-senses the wheel shadow does not come from the mastiff, but from the vajra.

In other words, the mastiff itself was almost not consuming, just using a vajra, but it was consuming Ye Changsheng's energy at three times the rate.

The Mastiff displayed such a strange large mudra to mock him and undermine his self-confidence.

Ye Changsheng couldn't help but smile bitterly, the top priority was to break the mastiff's handprint first.

With an angry shout, Ye Changsheng's momentum soared to the sky, and he instantly skyrocketed to the ninth level.

The Immortal Sword bloomed with brilliant brilliance, and immediately slashed towards the golden wheel that the vajra had turned into.

Tyrannosaurus Slash!

The powerful and incomparable sword momentum was wrapped in transparent sword light, and instantly turned into a giant dragon with teeth and claws, roaring and rushing forward.

The mastiff couldn't help but be moved, and his eyes burst out with two fine lights.

The onlookers were even more shocked and changed color.

It was unbelievable that Ye Changsheng's momentum that erupted at this time was not under the mastiff at all.

In this way, his previous battles have always hidden his strength?

"Boom!"

The dragon slammed into the vajra with an earth-shattering roar.

Ye Changsheng's figure flew backwards, and the vajra also flew out in a circle, falling back into the hands of the mastiff.

Smiling proudly, Meng Mastiff's empty hand hooked towards Ye Changsheng.

The mastiff considers himself a warrior, a pure warrior, so he can forget about old grudges and hatreds, and just enjoy the fight as a warrior, and even the most victorious victory.

Push a beast hidden in the darkness out of the forest, bring a venomous snake lurking underground to the surface, and turn a less upright opponent into a warrior before killing him.

This is the greatest achievement of a martial artist.

So Ye Changsheng in his eyes was finally qualified to be his opponent.

Ye Changsheng didn't disappoint him, he hovered in the air, and the immortal sword that made him extremely afraid bloomed with brilliant brilliance, instantly slashing out thousands of sword lights.

Kill Ling Ran!

It was impossible for the mastiff to dodge, and he, who was also turning on the ninth-level momentum, straightened up the vajra and pointed forward.

One move to break ten thousand laws!

Jingle Bell!

In the staggered and changing sword light, patches of misty blood mist burst out of the mastiff's high-spirited body.

Ye Changsheng was still hovering tenaciously, and a big mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The blood stains escaping from the corners of his mouth turned into bloodshots and drifted outward, and Ye Changsheng's red eyes stared at the indifferent eyes of the mastiff, and his eyes suddenly froze.

Soul Cone Thorn!

The cone of souls that spiraled out drilled into the center of the mastiff's eyebrows with precision.

"Boom!"

The mastiff was caught off guard, and an earth-shattering roar sounded in his brain.

"Poof!"

A sword light chased his dodging figure, leaving a foot-long scar on his chest!

The monk's robe cracked and slipped off, revealing a chest painted with oil paint and rock-like bulging muscles.

The mastiff's distorted face and strange smile made him let out a roar.

The sonic attack, coupled with the soul attack, blew up countless blood spots on Ye Changsheng's face, and also exploded seven blood stains on Ye Changsheng's seven orifices.

The poisonous dragon-like vajra instantly hit Ye Changsheng's heart.