"This is?!"

Looking at the posture of the round of blood suns taking off, everyone's expressions couldn't help but change fiercely.

"Sea of Blood, Day of Blood...... This is clearly the Blood Burning God's peerless [Blood Sun Burning Heaven Technique]!"

Finally, someone couldn't help but scream.

"It is rumored that the demon master has obtained a seed of artistic conception, which seems to be a seed of the way of blood and qi, and he has killed the Blood Burning God, and may have obtained the cultivation method of [Blood Yang Burning Heaven Technique] from the other party. ”

Although this statement is indeed the most likely reason.

But.

There is a key condition in this.

Even if Wu Yang Yu obtained the artistic conception seed of the blood qi attribute, it seemed that it would take a long time to comprehend the true meaning of the [Blood Yang Burning Heaven Technique] from it.

And now.

The round of the great sun that Wu Yang Yu evolved was clearly constantly presenting, and the power of such evolution proved that Wu Yang Yu had great cultivation success in this [Blood Yang Burning Heaven Technique].

"If that's the case, this demon master's qualifications are too demonic. ”

Regarding the surrounding discussions, Ghost Jiao couldn't help but pout.

Ordinary people don't know, but he has fought with Wu Yangyu many times, but he knows very well how demonic Wu Yangyu himself is.

Such a scene.

Not only did it attract everyone's attention, but even all the powerhouses, including Fairy Chu Yu, also looked at the void one after another.

"The little demon master can even let me use my martial spirit, you are not unjustly dead!"

Controlling the sky, Mo Peng's figure skyrocketed, and behind him, the huge golden-winged Dapeng phantom turned from virtual to real, and between the flapping of wings, it set off a thousand golden rays.

"Boom!"

Wu Yangyu's face remained unchanged, his palms were intertwined, and within the sea of blood, he quickly took off into the air, and nine rounds of blood suns rose.

The sun is rolling, and the scorching power is quickly emanating.

At the same time, a bloody aura was rendered in the entire sky.

Apparently.

Wu Yangyu also unfolded his own bloody artistic conception at the same time.

The rolling might, combined with the power of the scorching sea of blood, clearly surpassed the degree and power exerted by the original Blood Burning God.

Seeing this scene, the people present almost felt that their nerves were going to be numb.

"Nine Rounds of Blood Day...... It is the momentum of the blood sun burning the sky, this demon master is a little interesting. ”

Poor Chariot.

Yi Tianming's eyes moved slightly, and his voice slowly spread.

In this, there seems to be a kind of affirmation of Wu Yangyu, but careful reflection can feel a trace of disdain from this tone.

Apparently.

In the eyes of the other party, Wu Yangyu has reached the extreme.

"This guy, I sense, he's not at his limit yet!"

A person in white hunting, surrounded by an ancient sword, with a touch of negation in his tone, was obviously refuting this Yi Heavenly Destiny.

Although the voices of the two are not loud, they are enough for those who have a heart to notice easily.

"The white-clothed ancient sword, isn't that the king of the top ten powerhouses, the white cloth? It is rumored that this person has comprehended the supreme sword intent, and his sword path cultivation is thorough, and some people have even said that his true strength is not inferior to Yi Tian's destiny......"

"That's true...... Moreover, the relationship between the two does not seem to be good, otherwise, the words would not be so straightforward. ”

In the thoughts, there were fluctuations in communication, and even more, they had begun to whisper and discuss.

"Hmph, in that case, let's wait and see. ”

Being refuted by Jun Baiyi like this, Yi Tianming was obviously unhappy for a while, and said directly through the air.

"Boom!"

Dancing in the Sky!

Mo Peng's whole body flashed with golden light, as if it was fused with the huge golden-winged Dapeng above the void, between the wings, the boundless edge slashed away, and as his palm opened, the five fingers had already turned into a hundred-meter Peng claw, grabbed at will, and it opened the space where the Dao was shattered and collapsed.

"Open!"

Controlling the nine rounds of blood sun, Wu Yangyu was up and down, and the bloody aura was rolling and moving, showing the bloody artistic conception to the fullest.

The artistic conception of blood is itself a blood attribute, and the [Blood Yang Burning Heaven Technique] is even more of a mastery of Zhenguo, with Wu Yangyu's own blood-filled posture, all the conditions are matched together, and the nine rounds of blood sun fall into the sky, and the scorching power of the shot is as if it can burn all nine days.

"Peng!"

The two fought, and just the moment they made contact, they had already burst out with infinite divine power, and under the collapse of the sky and the earth, the space within a radius of hundreds of miles began to collapse.

Under the two, an ancient mountain, trembling out of thin air, dancing with the wind, the sand particles in the sky began to rise rapidly, obviously under the impact of the power of the two, it was no longer able to bear, and directly turned into powder.

Around here, a large area of ancient trees, mountains and rivers all formed a devastating destruction, and a silver dragon-like waterfall was swept upside down by this great force, impacting the sky.

The people who watched the battle all felt the violent power that swept around them, and the figures flew upside down in unison, frantically impacting the sky, dodging the amazing killing.

Only the ten powerhouses such as Fairy Chu Yu, Jun Baiyi, and Yi Tianming can withstand the power of it, but no one has found that among them, there are still two figures that have not left.

Ghost Jiao and fat man Xia Liu.

These two, the former was originally the king, and even Wu Yangyu himself was not sure that he could defeat the other party.

But the latter, Xia Liu, is clearly not too domineering, and if such a posture is seen by other generations, I am afraid that he will be surprised.

"Wow!"

The golden claws continued to wave.

In the golden rays of the sky, the entire starry sky was torn apart with this claw mark.

Break the sky with one hand!

The posture shown by Mo Peng is such a trend!

Facing that terrifying peng claw, even Wu Yangyu himself began to feel solemn on his face, he knew that he still underestimated these top ten powerhouses.

"Boom!"

With his palm reversed, Wu Yangyu frantically urged the nine rounds of blood sun, and he never showed weakness in the slightest and left.

The two colors of gold and blood energy collided with each other, like two terrifying storms, biting and tearing each other rapidly, and the power produced was like a huge tsunami, rolling the entire starry sky.

"Roar!"

After a long time of not succeeding, Mo Peng was obviously furious to the extreme, and the golden crystal light on his body had already broken out of the shackles and shone on the whole world, and the golden light was like gold and iron pouring, and the momentum was rising again.

Behind the scenes, there are even more bright candle flames that begin to generate.

"It's the 'Dao Source Candle Flame'!"

Everyone present knew what this meant.

Mo Peng actually turned on his own 'Dao Source Candle Flame', which has clearly begun to use all his strength.

"Huh!"

His eyes lit up.

Wu Yangyu's face also became more and more solemn.

Seeing that the dense 'Dao Source Candle Flame' actually reached more than thirty Dao, gathered together, the crystal radiant and powerful power crushed over heavily, even he had to start being vigilant.

But.

Wu Yangyu didn't turn on his own 'Dao Source Candle Flame'!

Right now.

It's clearly not the best time yet.

This Mo Peng is only the last of the top ten powerhouses, if all the hole cards are broken out now, it is not a good thing for Wu Yangyu.

"In that case...... So, let's start with you!"

The mind changes instantly.

Wu Yangyu already had a judgment.

However, compared to Wu Yangyu, there were many people present who saw the key to it.

"This demon master, until now, he has not opened his own 'Dao Source Candle Flame', I'm afraid it is not surprising in terms of quantity, if this is the case, it is really unwise to open the 'Dao Source Candle Flame', however, he can't open it up on the 'Dao Source Candle Flame', then, this battle, he is dead. ”

"Yes, that's right, once the 'Daoyuan Candle Flame' is turned on, Mo Peng's combat power will soar!"

In the midst of the discussion, the expression on the face of the Void Lingdu began to become strange.

Others may not know, but he knows that if Wu Yangyu really turns on his 'Dao Source Candle Flame', the divine power he shows should be able to suppress Mo Peng.

"This guy seems to have other means...... Wu Yangyu, how many hole cards do you have? ”

Staring at Wu Yangyu, the voice of the ghost Jiao came out slowly.

"Die!"

Void.

With the opening of the 'Dao Source Candle Flame', Mo Peng's power skyrocketed, and his whole body, like a golden god, a strong aura permeated.

Faintly, there was a long song of a divine bird, which began to sweep continuously.

The voice, piercing the sky, tearing the shackles, behind it, the phantom of the golden Dapeng, more and more condensed, as if it was one with him for eternity, in the body, the boundless light lingered, and the huge Peng claws became more and more fierce, as if they were rushing towards Wu Yangyu.

The sky cracked, roared and shook!

In the distance, there was no shortage of people whose bodies fell heavily, and under the terrifying roar and coercion, they completely lost their resistance, and the ancient Dayue was even cracked, and the sky was full of powder in an instant.

"Puffy Puff!"

The nine rounds of blood sun, with a sound of shattering, in the shocked eyes of everyone, was directly hit by the Peng claw, violently exploded, as if in between, at this moment, Mo Peng has been transformed into an eternal golden-winged Dapeng, unstoppable!

The huge golden-winged Dapeng phantom, wrapped in golden divine light, seems to be a golden divine sword out of the sheath, moving in the air, it can be clearly seen that the sea of blood controlled by Wu Yang Yu is rolling backwards!

"Dead!"

On top of the Qiqi chariot, Yi Tianfang's face was proud, and he sneered.

As he spoke, the other party's eyes also looked at Jun Baiyi, who was holding a sword in the distance.

Facing Yi Tianming's sneer, Jun Baiyi still hugged the ancient sword with his arms, as if he didn't feel anything, but in those eyes, there was a trace of sharp sword light, staring closely at the figure of the sea of blood above the void.

"Open ......"

Really.

At the moment when the nine rounds of blood were shattered, Wu Yangyu's voice spread again, and another nine rounds of blood sun rolled away.

"It's useless, just nine days, and you try to contend with me, today, you will die!"

In the roar of thunder, Mo Peng harnessed the golden-winged Dapeng, swaying for nine days, wrapped in a sharp golden light, as if the peerless divine sword was unsheathed, and slashed towards Wu Yang Yu.

"Nine rounds of blood days are useless...... Well, what about ten rounds!"