"Boom!"

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Powerful power, in this ancient battle realm, directly formed a huge mushroom cloud.

Within a radius of tens of thousands of meters, the heavens and the earth collapsed, and the sun and moon shattered.

Countless storms, constantly manifesting, with the fluctuations that destroy everything, began to spread wantonly towards the surroundings, everywhere they went, a great mountain, was instantly crushed into rubble, and countless storms forcibly rolled everything, for a while, in this entire space, it seemed that a disaster land was formed!

"Puffy Puff!"

In the midst of this.

There is no shortage of disciples who are not in a hurry to dodge, and their bodies are slammed out of the air, and with their king's realm, they will be knocked away by the overflowing power, which shows how terrifying and terrifying the evolved power of these two is!

"Poof......!"

Blood spurted wildly.

At the moment when the Hell's Spear completely penetrated the evil spirit, Yi Xuan could no longer bear it and flew out upside down.

This shot, with such a force, not only pierced through the evil spirit, but also seriously injured Yi Xuan in the evil spirit's body.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Covered in blood, Yi Xuan forcibly got up and drove away, staring at the figure in the opposite side with a vicious face, almost unforgettable hatred, flickering in his eyes, and swallowing like a chill.

Across from him.

Wu Yang Yu also appeared there with a pale face, and Wu Yang Yu at this moment was not much better than Yi Xuan.

After exerting the power of [Blood Hell], Wu Yangyu's blood qi was almost exhausted, and the immortal power in his body had reached the extreme of consumption.

Not to mention the heavy losses of the immortal battle body, even the immortal battle suit has completely disintegrated and is powerless to evolve!

Lose both!

The situation in front of him is clearly a lose-lose posture.

"Boom!"

A mouthful of True Yuan Force was raised, and the killing intent of Yi Xuan's eyes suddenly burst out:

"Even if you succeed in cultivating [Blood Prison], what can you change? You, you are still defeated, and now you have no ability to resist!"

Wisps of sword qi slowly swallowed, combined with Yi Xuan's hideous face, at this moment, he couldn't wait to cut Wu Yangyu down with a sword.

Bitterness!

Monstrous hatred!

Although Yi Xuan and Wu Yangyu did not have any cognition, however, his hatred for Wu Yangyu surpassed anyone else, originally everything would have gone very smoothly, he successfully escaped from the prison hall, and then joined the Hall of Glory, becoming a core member of the Hall of Glory, and even a pivotal figure in the Hall of Glory.

But.

With the appearance of Wu Yangyu, all this has changed, and even after Wu Yangyu successfully cultivated the [Blood Prison], he directly became a laughing stock.

That [Blood Prison] peerless school that he ignored and even insulted was actually cultivated by others, doesn't this mean that he is not as good as Wu Yangyu!

Thinking of this, he didn't hate Wu Yangyu.

"Defeated?"

Wu Yangyu barely got up, his body was shaky, and he looked reluctant to stand almost on, but there was a hint of coldness and playfulness on his face:

"Huh!"

Fingers are moving slightly.

One by one, the spirit pattern and the god pattern were constantly intertwined, and the terrifying killing aura was condensed again.

"What?!"

With such a scene, Yi Xuan's face suddenly changed greatly.

That body couldn't help but tremble, his injuries were obviously much lighter than Wu Yangyu, at least, he could still control weapons, and he could also urge the true yuan force, but ...... He did a lot of calculations, but he still ignored one point.

Wu Yangyu is not just a martial arts cultivator.

He is also a cultivator of the way of the divine pattern and the way of the formation!

Feeling the terrifying aura coming from the other side, Yi Xuan's expression kept changing, and at this moment, it was time for him to make a choice.

Once Wu Yangyu urged the evolved divine patterns and formations in his hands, it would be absolutely impossible for him to resist, and he would even have terrifying damage to him.

"Die or lose!"

Staring at Yi Xuan indifferently, there was no mercy in Wu Yangyu's voice.

As a disciple cultivated by the Prison Palace, Yi Xuan suffered the glory of the Prison Palace, but in the end, he turned against the Prison Palace, this practice is not an exaggeration to call it a wolf's heart and dog lungs, so Wu Yangyu naturally does not need to have any affection.

"Boom!"

The long sword clenched fiercely, Yi Xuan's teeth bit his lip fiercely, at this moment, he needed to choose, he needed to judge, and he needed to make an answer!

Everyone, watching this scene quietly, no one will choose to make a move.

"My patience...... Limited!"

Wu Yangyu's expression became more and more cold, and in his voice, there was even more domineering killing intent, locking on Yi Xuan, and between speaking, his palms urged, and the shadows and runes were quickly intertwined and flickered, obviously wanting to kill.

"I ...... Throw in the towel!"

Yi Xuan's body was struck hard, and finally, he stared at Wu Yangyu with gritted teeth, and roared in a low voice with extremely resentful eyes.

"Win!?"

Although the voice of such an answer was not loud, it was enough for everyone present to hear it clearly.

The people in the prison hall were stunned for a moment, and then they showed ecstasy.

There is no substantial reward in this battle, but it is a kind of dignity and symbol, which is the protection of the dignity of the prison hall.

"Plop ......"

After receiving Yi Xuan's answer, Wu Yangyu's face suddenly turned even paler, he couldn't stand firm in one breath, and fell to the ground on his back weakly.

Strong?!

This scene instantly made Yi Xuan react, Wu Yangyu's remaining strength had reached the point of running out of oil, and everything he showed just now was just an appearance, in order to paralyze himself.

Yourself, fooled!

"I'll kill you!"

Suddenly, a great sense of humiliation spread in Yi Xuan's heart, and it exploded wildly.

"Boom!"

The long sword in his hand was raised fiercely, and the sword qi evolved again in an instant.

The original glory, dignity, status, and even everything disappeared with his own admitting defeat, thinking of this, how could he bear it in his heart.

"Shameless!"

Such a scene was really beyond the imagination of those present.

Who would have thought that Yi Xuan would be so shameless that after admitting defeat, he would even make a move, and even too late to come to the rescue!

For a while, the sword qi flickered, and it came directly towards Wu Yangyu, clearly not giving Wu Yangyu any chance to dodge, and even if Wu Yangyu wanted to dodge now, he was also powerless for him who was already exhausted.

"Get out!"

Seeing that this sword was about to cut Wu Yangyu down, in the space, there was a sudden sound of anger.

"Boom!"

A huge handprint, opening and closing, exuding a squinting aura, forming an ancient imprint, slapped and fell.

"Poof......

"Click!"

Yi Xuan, he didn't have much power to fight back, and at this moment, under this palm, blood suddenly spurted wildly, and the muscles and bones on his body were even more shattered.

"Buzz ......"

Above the void.

The ancient and powerful aura is rapidly intertwined and agitated.

A rickety gray-robed old man slowly appeared among them.

The other party, the seemingly cloudy eyes, have been replaced by divine light, staring at the ground like a breath of fire, Yi Xuan, who was screaming in pain, the anger and killing intent on his face were constantly intertwined.

"It's Elder Yuan!"

Looking at the person who made the move, in the prison hall, all the disciples who were still worried suddenly let go of a long breath.

If it weren't for Elder Yuan's move, I'm afraid that Yi Xuan would really succeed this time.

"Shameless bastard, there is a disciple like you in my prison hall, back then, we people in the prison hall were really blind!"

The voice shook the sky, and Elder Yuan was obviously really angry!

"From now on, Yi Xuan, no longer a disciple of my prison hall, and from now on he will have nothing to do with my prison hall!"

As anger spread, Elder Yuan shouted again.

This voice spread all over the world.

Enough for everyone to hear.

Expulsion from the Prison Palace? This is clearly two different things from defeating the disciples of the Prison Hall and leaving the Prison Hall independently, and there is a world of difference between them in terms of prestige and status.

Listening to Elder Yuan's words, Yi Xuan, who was still screaming in pain, suddenly stiffened his body, and after spurting out several mouthfuls of blood, he could no longer withstand such a blow, coupled with the serious injury to his body, his eyes suddenly closed, and he was completely unconscious.

"Whoa......

At the same time.

A light and shadow stepped out of the void.

quickly appeared beside Yi Xuan.

The other party is also an old man.

Dressed in a white robe, he exudes a divine atmosphere, and his long pale yellow hair dances in the wind, and his spirit is extraordinary!

However, after seeing Yi Xuan's injury, those eyes couldn't help but burst out with two angry lights:

"Elder Yuan...... You've gone too far, aren't you! This is just a junior move, as an elder of the Doushen Sect, you are secretly ruthless, aren't you afraid of being ridiculed?"

"Hmph...... Qingsong old monster, you people in the Hall of Glory really talk like farts, no wonder this Yi Xuan can't wait to join the Hall of Glory, it turns out that he and you are the most suitable! Obviously, it is Yi Xuan, who has already admitted defeat, but he still made a move on my prison hall disciple, if I hadn't stopped it in time, I'm afraid, my prison hall disciple has already fallen, how should you calculate this account? Is it ...... I really think that there is no one in my prison hall, and everyone can't be deceived!"

"Boom!"

Elder Yuan, under the fury, the divine power is permeated!

The terrifying fluctuations emanated, and the whole person was like an enraged god, and even the entire ancient war realm began to permeate a terrifying battle intent.

"Yes, what this Yuan Elder said is right, it's obvious that Yi Xuan doesn't know shame, and he dares to make a move even if he admits defeat, hehe, is this Elder Qingsong here to be funny?"

In the prison hall, some disciples couldn't help but mutter.

Consciously or unconsciously, the voice was very clear.

Elder Qingsong's old face is ugly.

This time, he really didn't take any chances.

Yi Xuan's behavior was too shameless, and in front of so many people, he couldn't refute it.

"Huh...... Wu Yangyu, worthy of being the genius of my Doushen Sect, look away!"

Elder Qingsong, his eyes flickered, staggered Elder Yuan, and looked directly towards Wu Yangyu, in the flickering of those eyes, it was clearly visible that there was a terrifying killing intent, looming in it......