Above the sky, Ou Yangming's center of gravity sank, and an invisible wave of qi swept in.

The golden spiritual power surged, and the Blood Spear Dragon Tu pointed at the air, and said coldly: "Stone Cone Technique!"

Before the words fell, the red tassels under the tip of the gun actually shook like a tide, with Ou Yangming as the core, within a hundred zhang, all the yellow sand was bumped up and down, as if pulled by an invisible force, the spiritual power condensed the sand together, and it did not disperse.

Under the attribute of the blood spear dragon slaughter spell increased by 50%, it became extremely terrifying.

"Condensation!" Ouyang Ming's spear pointed forward, and suddenly, countless stone cones made of sand flew up.

Constantly rotating, from a distance, it looks like he is carrying a formation around his body, and the stone cone flows, like the power of opening the sky.

"Hmph, it turned out to be the caster, no wonder it was so arrogant. But that's not enough. Ji Haoran's eyes were even more playful, looking at Ou Yangming's expression was like looking at a live prey, the more the prey struggled, the more it was slashing. The more pleasure he felt inside, the stronger it was.

I saw his palm raised, a flash of red light flashed in the palm of his hand, and he said coldly: "Blood Cloud Palm!"

As soon as the voice fell, it was pushed outward, and a huge blood-colored palm appeared out of thin air, and every line on it was so clear that it seemed to be able to suck its mind into it, and a circle of blood clouds wrapped around the palm, constantly rotating.

The "boom ......" energy collided before the aura.

Everywhere the explosion sounded, there were countless palpitations in the space.

The big hand collided with the array, and with a loud bang, the heavens and the earth roared, and a circle of invisible qi waves turned upside down.

But this stalemate situation only lasted for two breaths, and the formation made of stone cones began to shatter, and countless stone cones scattered into fine yellow sand, falling from the sky, this piece of heaven and earth was like a rain of yellow sand, if it was just like this, even the entire formation map, there was a sign of imminent collapse.

Ji Haoran glanced at Ou Yangming lightly, as if he was smiling.

But even so, Ou Yangming still looked calm and unfazed.

The spear in his hand was a little bit again, and he pushed it outward, and said softly: "He!"

As soon as the words fell, the rotating stone cone in the formation condensed in the center with this big hand as the center of the circle. How much sand is there in the desert? It can be described as endless, and there are as many cones as there are sands. Like a rainstorm hitting pear blossoms, with a majestic momentum, it directly submerged this big hand.

Ou Yangming raised his left hand, closed it to the middle, squeezed it lightly, and said coldly: "Sand burial!"

The sound had not yet dissipated, and the stone cone kept collapsing and shrinking to the middle, producing an extremely strong squeezing force.

This scene finally made Ji Haoran frown, opened his mouth, exhaled gently, and said, "Explosion!"

"......Boom" I saw that the palm condensed by condensation exploded violently, producing a destructive force that shattered all the stone cones.

The two of them fought quickly to the extreme, seeing the moves, almost between lightning and flint, but every time they made a move, they secretly killed them, and as long as they were not careful, they would suffer a fierce and continuous blow.

But the two of them, the control of the rhythm of the battle is between the two of them, and this is how they fight an equal situation.

Of course, if you really want to distinguish between the superior and inferior, it is still Ou Yangming who wins the half-style, after all, he is only a high-level spirit, and the other party is the peak of the spirit.

The yellow sand dispersed, and the heavens and the earth returned to calm.

The people outside the light curtain were like seeing ghosts, whether they were ridiculed or ridiculed before, at this moment, their faces were full of surprise. There was a roar in his heart, and there was only one thought left in his heart, that is, how could this be possible? A high-level spirit man actually drew with a spirit peak figure, and this was not an ordinary spirit peak, but the Daozi of the Ji family, Ji Haoran, who had the qualifications to suppress the generation.

Fu Jian's face was complicated, and when he thought of what he had thought, he felt a hot pain on his face.

I actually looked down on such a genius at the beginning? This is a character who can compete with Daozi!

What's more, he had fought with Ji Haoran and suffered losses in his hands, so he naturally knew how difficult this person was.

He Jian and Jiang Yingrong exchanged a look, and after taking a light breath, he said, "Shopkeeper Jiang, congratulations." The Jiang family once can help with this, why not worry. As long as Brother Yu steps into the peak of the spirit, except for Daozi, no one can stop him. ”

Jiang Yingrong's eyes flashed with brilliance, her slender fingers rubbed the perfect collarbone, and she replied: "Elder He said this, you are the guardian elder of the Jiang family, but you are just ......" She frowned slightly, as if she was a little puzzled.

"Just what?" asked He Jianchuanyin.

"This time, when I saw Brother Yu cast the stone cone technique, I always felt that this spell seemed to be much stronger than the last time. She groaned for a moment and voiced the doubts in her heart.

"Well, last time, when the two of us went out, Brother Yu stepped through the nuances and stepped into the realm of the sympathy between heaven and man, and I think it has something to do with this. He Jian didn't tell the news of returning to Jianfeng, and answered this question skillfully.

"That must be the case, entering the realm of heaven and man sympathetic, and breaking through the limit of spiritual power. She replied, even so, deep in her heart, she was still not optimistic about Ou Yangming, after all, Ji Haoran was too famous in Daxu, how could there be a vain under the fame?

But the two of them only guessed one reason correctly, and the other reason was that the head devoured the bone dragon, and the spiritual power fed back to itself, which directly increased Ou Yangming's spiritual power by two percent.

The wind in the desert was extremely hot, rolling Ji Haoran's sleeves, he looked at Ou Yangming with a scrutinizing gaze, and chuckled: "It's a little interesting, if you block my move again, I will move your name forward a few places on the Taoist monument, this is an opportunity that others can't ask for." He waved his sleeve forward, with a casual expression.

Ou Yangming shook his head undeniably, without the slightest wave on his face.

The red mangs above the Blood Spear Dragon Slaughter flowed, pressed from top to bottom, and said coldly: "Take my spiritual power as a guide, give Huangsha spiritual thoughts, gather!" This voice contains the domineering meaning of only thoughts. I said, give Huangsha spiritual thoughts, then give Huangsha spiritual thoughts. Even if it is the sky, it cannot be stopped, and there is a domineering and awe-inspiring spirit that can be used in one word for the law of the world.

After all, the essence of the dragon clan is domineering, and the only way to think is the top secret method of the dragon clan.

When this voice swept in all directions, countless cold winds whimpered, like a lone wolf crying for the moon and evil ghosts crying for the grave.

As if something beyond cognition was about to appear, at the same time, Ou Yangming visualized the bone dragon in the spiritual world, condensed its immortal spirit, and gathered its immortal meaning.

The Blood Spear Dragon Tu suddenly pushed outward, and in an instant, within a radius of 100 zhang, the yellow sand actually flowed like a stream of water, as if there was a powerful creature swimming in the yellow sand.

Ou Yangming looked down, with a strange look in his eyes, and said coldly: "I said that this yellow sand is like the sea, and I said that sand can turn into a dragon, up!"

Before the words fell, a bone dragon condensed from the yellow sand broke through the air from the yellow sand, with a majestic breath, rolling in all directions, even this space vibrate, and after a long roar, it rushed straight to Ji Haoran.

This salon not only has the idea of the dragon clan, but also has the soul of the dragon clan.

Seeing this shocking picture, even Ji Haoran was a little stunned in his heart, not because of his strength, but because of the fear of the dragon clan in the bones of the natives of Daxu.

Forcibly suppressed this thought, his eyes froze, his hands interlaced, almost turned into an afterimage, and he kept shooting in the air, and one after another palm shadows condensed in front of him, and shouted coldly: "Blood clouds turn the sky!"

Before the sound fell, his right hand pushed outward, and his left hand lifted from the bottom to the top.

Countless blood-colored palms grew in the wind, and there was a feeling of covering the sky and the sun, and the blood light reflected half of the sky in red, suppressing the sound of the wind.

Not only that, but under this yellow sand, there seems to be a more huge palm print, lifting the yellow sand to a height of ten zhang.

At this time, if someone looks down from the sky, they will be speechless in surprise. I saw a bone dragon composed of yellow sand crashing away from east to west, each bone was lifelike, and where it passed, the aura and air were stripped at the same time, forming a mottled color that was difficult to describe.

On the other side, countless handprints combined, with the momentum of turning the sky, rolling up the yellow sand ten zhang, and it came in an instant.

The sound of "bang ......" seemed to open the sky, and the bone dragon and the palm print collapsed at the same time, and everywhere visible to the naked eye was filled with yellow sand. A black light visible to the naked eye swept in all directions, just a wave of qi set off on the periphery, even if it was a high-level cultivator of the spirit, it would be churning with qi and blood, and it was in the core of the collision, and it was swept by the spiritual power, and the yellow sand that shot out was like a shrapnel that exploded with powerful kinetic energy, so that the high-level spirits had to deal with it carefully.

The yellow sand hit the light curtain like raindrops, and countless waves were extremely violent, as if they would tear the light curtain at any time.

This scene shocked everyone's hearts.

Secretly said in his heart, this is the combat power of the Daozi level, it is inevitably too terrifying, right? The peak of the ordinary spirit is in front of him, and he has no power to fight back at all.

Especially when he thought of one of them who was only a high-level spirit master, the horror in his heart immediately turned into fear.

Jiang Yingrong withdrew her gaze from the yellow sand, looked at He Jian with an eager look on her face, and said, "Elder He, who won?"

"Both of them are Daozi-level characters, and there is no way to distinguish the winner from the loser with this level of moves. He Jian looked at the yellow sand, his eyes as deep as the sea.

"Hiss...... What, this kind of move can't tell the winner from the loser?" Jiang Yingrong's pupils shrank suddenly, she was the peak of the spirit master, and she was even more of a Tianjiao level, but compared to Daozi, the difference was still too far.

Only the Tao can be stopped!

The yellow sand dispersed, and the heavens and the earth returned to calm.

Ji Haoran's eyes no longer have the previous casualness, instead of being dignified, the qi on his body is not triggered, mellow as one, and he doesn't dare to move.

On the contrary, Ouyang was obviously more casual, his long hair was swinging behind him in the wind, his clothes were not messy at all, his face was full of domineering, and the purple qi on his head lingered in the air, and there was a hidden dragon and tiger competing with each other.

He took a slight step forward with his right foot, followed by his left foot, and his voice was extremely cold: "Aren't you going to kill me and preach?"