"Really?"

Wu Yangyu was noncommittal about this.

"I was going to teach you some lessons, but now it looks like you're going to ...... Look for death!"

Suddenly.

Wu Ziling's eyes were cold.

A desperate force, wrapped in unparalleled divine might, surged fiercely.

"Boom!"

The opponent shot very quickly.

The speed is extraordinary.

It seems that Wu Yangyu has never been given a chance to react and breathe.

"Sting!"

In the air, the sound of tearing continued to stir, spreading in this heavenly firmament.

The rolling swirl slapped rapidly, and the points clearly turned into a sharp claw, with a whistling sound, quickly forming a posture of 100 meters, and grabbed fiercely.

"Poof......

Step on.

Wu Ziling's offensive did not decrease by half a minute, as fast as thunder, his body shook, like a tyrannosaurus, he followed fiercely and moved, killing Wu Yang Yu.

"Huh!"

In the face of Wu Ziling's shot, Wu Yangyu did not dodge or dodge, but he stepped out, and at the moment when the opponent's strong claws were about to be caught, in the eyes of everyone, a punch was blasted out.

"Peng!"

Wu Yangyu's fist slammed into the claws, and under the powerful force, even the space around it couldn't help but tremble violently.

"Blocked?"

Seeing this scene, many people's hearts were unconsciously shocked.

After all.

Wu Yangyu's realm seems to be no more than the cultivation of the Great Martial Master-level Double Heaven, even if he has the experience of this cross-level battle, he once defeated an existence like Wu Tiexing, but that Wu Ziling is not comparable to the existence of Wu Tiexing.

"Sure enough, I'm still too young!"

Above this void, Dao Dao Divine Thoughts intertwined with each other, and let out bursts of exclamations.

"Humph......"

At the same time.

In this Wu Ziling's mouth, a cold snort also came out.

Immediately visible.

On his body, the Dao Dao divine light bloomed, and above his body, a large number of light patterns gathered out, and they clearly turned into a stream of crystal light.

"Buzz ......"

At the same time, his arms spread fiercely, and his ten fingers turned into dragon claws.

"Click!"

The whole person is like a roc spreading its wings, and under the powerful force, the space is hunting and hunting.

It can be clearly seen that in the space on both sides, countless cracks are constantly hunting with the tearing of those ten fingers.

"Hurricane Strangulation!"

"Boom!"

His arms shook violently, and under the tearing, a hurricane swept quickly, and the sharp light in the sky walked in this hurricane, and began to wrap towards Wu Yangyu fiercely.

"That's his killer move!"

"He made up his mind from the beginning, the claw attack just now was just a feint!"

Soon.

More and more people saw through Wuziling's plan.

But.

For Wu Yangyu, it was too late.

In between, it's clear that it's close at hand.

Wu Yangyu couldn't dodge at all.

"It's over...... Die!"

Staring at Wu Yangyu coldly, Wu Ziling's voice resounded in the sky.

"Hehe......"

Facing Wu Ziling's judgment-like voice, Wu Yangyu sneered.

"Buzz ......"

"Wow!"

In an instant, his figure flickered as if it were slow and urgent.

And that's not all.

On both hands, countless imprints opened.

Martial Arts - [Phantom Sparrow]!

"What?!"

With Wu Yangyu's move, many people began to show a look of confusion.

Such a close resistance, whether in terms of momentum or the gathering of strength, seems to be unable to form a confrontation, and what Wu Yangyu is doing now seems to be just in vain.

But.

In the eyes of this Wu Ziling, this is not the case.

Opposite side.

Wu Yangyu's whole figure seemed to be getting more and more weird, and the whole person gave him a feeling of vomiting blood that was almost impossible to catch.

"What's going on?"

Wu Ziling's eyes suddenly burst into consternation.

"Get out!"

"Wow!"

The chirping of the birds exploded.

The two huge finch shadows unfolded rapidly, and at the moment when the other party was about to kill, they seemed to slowly condense out, not only that, but under this condensation, the movements were even faster and one slow, fast and slow intertwined, so that even Wu Ziling could not grasp the true face of it.

Fast and slow artistic conception!

The fast and slow artistic conception of the Dacheng period!

Since the battle of the Fengyue Demon Sect, Wu Yangyu has also had a new grasp of this fast and slow artistic conception, and has completely reached the level of the Dacheng stage.

When it is unfolded, it seems to be slow and urgent, and between the gestures, it contains a lethality that ordinary people can't imagine.

Now.

It is the moment when this artistic conception comes into play.

In particular, [Phantom Sparrow] itself is a great science.

The shadow of the finch is open, and its wings are like knives.

"Boom!"

Hurricane, Sparrow Shadow!

The two powers collided wildly together.

And the bodies of these two also merged into it in an instant with the burst of energy, and the surroundings were blurred at the moment.

"Pedal ......"

After three breaths, a figure staggered and flew out upside down.

"Is it Wuzi Mausoleum?!"

Looking at the figure that flew out upside down, many people's faces couldn't help but change dramatically.

"What just happened?"

"How is this possible? Wu Yangyu has obviously been defeated just now...... Why was Wu Ziling shot out at this time?"

Bursts of exclamations couldn't help but come from all around here.

"Just now...... This breath seems to be a kind of artistic conception. ”

The eyesight of the secret disciples of Wu Silent Annihilation is naturally not comparable to ordinary children.

Just now, Wu Yangyu's body flickered, with an extremely awkward feeling, which seemed to be fast, but in fact it was slow and abnormal, making people feel an awkward feeling that they couldn't distinguish for a while.

It is precisely because of this feeling that Wu Ziling is unable to make the right angle and time of attack.

Moreover, it is also subject to this.

"This guy ...... It's horrible!"

The man with a voice like a tiger's roar stared at Wu Yangyu tightly and said slowly.

"I think it's just luck!"

Among the people, there are many people who choose to support Wuziling.

"Peng!"

The figure paused slowly.

Wu Ziling's face had become extremely ugly at this time.

In his eyes, the eerie light flickered wildly.

Just now, it was originally a steady shot, but it was not only dodged by Wu Yangyu, but also counterattacked by the other party, especially Wu Yangyu's shot just now.

Even, in Wu Yangyu's power, there was a kind of palpitating fluctuation in the air, which vaguely restrained his internal strength.

"Damn, what kind of exercises has this guy cultivated, how could his internal strength be so thick. ”

The voice of self-muttering came from the bottom of Wu Ziling's heart.

But.

Soon, his face also became stable, worthy of being the best in the witch claw lineage, although he suffered a small loss just now, but he quickly made adjustments:

"Wu Yangyu, I have to say, I did underestimate you......"

Slowly looking at the other side, Wu Ziling's voice clearly brought a touch of indifference.

"It's really unashamed, Yang Yu was obviously shocked and flew out, and he was still shouting here. ”

Wu Xian'er's beautiful eyes couldn't help but show a look of disgust, and she shouted angrily.

"No...... Don't underestimate Wu Ziling, this guy has always been mysterious, and few people in the family know his true strength. ”

There was a hint of solemnity in the tone of the Witch Scale Eagle, and at this time, although he had taken the pill, his breath was still a little disordered, and now, it was clear that he came with an injury.

"Boom!"

It was at the moment when his words fell.

Between heaven and earth, a huge power suddenly burst out, and in the manifestation of power, behind this Wuzi Mausoleum, a powerful power surged out.

This power turned into an entity and gathered out, and there were clearly nine crystals that turned into a red moon in the sky, rolling out of the sky.

Nine rounds of Akatsuki!

The blood and qi surged, turning over the river and the sea, surging nine rounds of red moon.

In this way, it is clear that a magnificent situation of a bright moon on the sea is formed.

But.

These nine rounds of the red moon, each round is all a waning moon generation, as if a waning moon blade, locking the sky, the edge is exposed!

The waning moon is like a knife!

"That's!?"

Seeing this terrifying and astonishing scene, the faces of the children of all the clans began to change in shock, looking at the nine rounds of red moon above the void, and they were amazed.

Even on the faces of those secret disciples, there were some people with a hint of jealousy.

"I finally couldn't help it...... The martial soul of Wuziling, Nine Heavens Haoyue!"

Wu Silence whispered in his mouth.

"Well, this guy's martial soul is indeed terrifying, if it is against it, it will be very troublesome, this time, Wu Yangyu is really going to suffer, even if he has the foundation of leapfrogging the battle, but after all, there is still so much gap, and now with the martial soul of the Nine Heavens Haoyue, the other party can no longer compete. ”

Martial Spirit.

For Martial Cultivators, that was crucial, and even the dream of most Martial Cultivators.

After all.

The owner of the martial soul is still extremely rare in terms of number among martial cultivators.

Even among this ancient clan, within generations, there are only a few people who can have martial souls.

Once you have a martial soul, whether it is in terms of status or future prospects and development, it is often much stronger than ordinary martial arts cultivators.

For example, Wu Yangyu's brother, the dead fat man Wu Linglong, he himself has a martial soul, the sage of the daughter of the gods, and it is precisely because of this that his status has also skyrocketed, and his cultivation has also risen all the way because of the help of the martial soul.

Undoubtedly.

Wu Ziling's Nine Heavens Haoyue Martial Soul is even more terrifying than Wu Linglong's martial soul!

"Is this the Nine Heavens Moon?"

Looking at the nine rounds of red moon above the void, Wu Yangyu's mouth also slowly whispered.

"Wu Yangyu...... Now, give you a chance to kneel there, beg me for mercy, and bow down to my claw for a day, and I will forgive you today!"

Staring at Wu Yangyu coldly, Wu Ziling's voice slowly resounded.

"Hehe......"

Facing Wu Ziling's voice, a faint smile flashed on Wu Yangyu's face:

"It seems...... It's really underestimated......"

The voice, like a whisper, was very soft, but as his voice swept up, a terrifying aura suddenly lifted off on Wu Yangyu's body......