Xia Qingyang is very familiar with Qingteng, one of his killer features, the Yin Yang Hundred Flowers Kill, is based on Qingteng, but these Qingteng in front of him are far more terrifying than his Qingteng, because this is the energy in the body of the true dragon, and each one contains terrifying power.

This is the domineering of racial superiority, whether it is the energy level or the diversification of means, it has formed a crushing trend against low-level races, and the dragon clan is the best among them.

The big net woven by the green vine has no rules at all, let alone a formation, it is completely to cover all angles, and each green vine has a strong attack power, which requires a huge amount of energy as support, otherwise there will be a flaw.

Looking at the thousands of beast clans, there are only a few that have this ability, and Qinglong, as one of the four spirit holy beasts, is naturally the best among them.

General Huanglong couldn't help but admire: "Even if I personally end this move, it will not be easy to deal with." ”

Everyone was even more amazed when they heard this, although General Huanglong had a special relationship with Cangming, no one thought that he was deliberately raising Cangming in this sentence, because the facts were right in front of him, this was simply a competition of strength, and Huanglong's energy grade was still worse than Qinglong's after all.

So how should Xia Qingyang deal with it?

It seems that he has no intention of retreating, otherwise he can teleport away, of course, the real masters know very well that teleportation may have a surprising effect, but in this level of battle, it is impossible to become the winner or loser, and blindly dodging in exchange for the disadvantage of the situation is a thing that outweighs the loss.

Xia Qingyang really didn't plan to teleport and dodge, because he planned to fight hard.

When they saw him raise the hunting knife in his hand, many people exclaimed that he must be crazy, even Long Yan and the others felt that he should at least use a magic weapon to block it, and it was really not a wise move to fight hard with the green dragon who had recovered his true body.

Only Yue Shan could vaguely see that Xia Qingyang's movement of raising the knife was different from before, and there was a little more lightness in the stability, which was a very contradictory feeling, it looked uncoordinated and awkward, but after a closer look, he felt that it seemed to be so.

Xia Qingyang himself is also very contradictory, the nine styles of the Soul Breaking Sword Technique, he was able to use all of them early in the morning, but he couldn't comprehend its essence because of the realm, so he didn't encounter any resistance when comprehending the first seven styles, and when the realm arrived, he felt it, and he naturally displayed it.

However, this time it was different, he had advanced to the Perfection Realm, and his realm insight and perception of the Soul Breaking Sword Technique had improved qualitatively, but he was unable to exert the power of the Eighth Form.

At this moment, in the face of Cang Ming's crushing attack method, the hunting knife in his hand gave birth to an induction, and the Soul Breaking Knife Technique, which had long been integrated into the bone marrow, gave birth to an induction at the same time, he keenly grasped this opportunity, and understood that the moment of the eighth type of integration had finally arrived.

However, unlike before, this time there was no natural feeling of exhilaration, but an extremely uncomfortable sense of contradiction, until he used great perseverance to perform the starting hand, and this contradictory feeling reached its peak.

At this moment, it seemed that the hunting knife was no longer under his control, and he wanted to go to the left and to the right, sometimes it became so heavy that it was almost impossible to grasp, and sometimes it became light and jumped out of his hand.

But he still stood firmly with the sword, at this moment, any concession is not allowed, he does not think that he can not be defeated, but he cannot be defeated in this way, mainly because this is inconsistent with his state of mind along the way when he encounters a strong god to block and kill the god, in case he does this, there will be endless troubles.

Long Ming's attack came as scheduled, and the first to arrive was the coercion of the mountains, which was as heavy as ten thousand pounds, compressing the space around Xia Qingyang's body and deforming.

The hunting knife could not withstand this coercion, and the blade was forced to move down a few inches.

The barely made starting hand style has been destroyed, how can the knife technique be unfolded? Xia Qingyang was not surprised, since he was going to climb the mountain, how could he not feel the majesty of the mountain in person?

The hunting knife is like a spring on the ground, and it bounces up at several times the speed in an instant.

To feel the majesty of the mountain is not to surrender to him, but to conquer him, which is mountaineering.

The contradictory feeling was swept away, the hunting knife turned into a rainbow, and a knife broke through the pressure, like a knife cutting tofu, without any hindrance.

The hunting knife was like a bamboo, and it crushed all the coercion in one fell swoop, but the problem came, it was like climbing to the top of the mountain in one go, and suddenly I felt a sense of emptiness, no direction, no goal, and no strength.

What's worse is that coercion is not the killer of Cangming's move, it is just an incidental effect, the real killer move is those green vines, those extremely high-quality energy.

Without the luck of the blessed soul, Xia Qingyang can only rely on experience to deal with it, or gamble!

This time, he took the initiative to press down the hunting knife, and then quickly lifted it, and the moment he lifted it, the feeling of lightness and jumping appeared again, Xia Qingyang finally breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had made the right bet.

This time, the hunting knife was like a spring that collapsed directly after landing, escaping towards the sky at various angles, and the speed was incredible.

The disintegration is not the hunting knife itself, but the sword light.

It is already a miracle to feel the majesty of the mountain but to be able to climb the mountain in a free and cheerful way, but after reaching the top of the mountain, it can regenerate new power and cut out the sword light in a more domineering way, which is a miracle.

Gai is therefore the eighth type of the Soul Breaking Knife Method, climbing the mountain to catch the moon!

Mountaineering is to accumulate momentum, catching the moon is the goal, the so-called mountain is just a springboard for stepping feet, the so-called power is just a borrowing point for accumulating momentum, mountaineering is to catch the moon, so in the end can burst out of unparalleled brilliance.

Cang Ming, with the body of a true dragon and the power of a green dragon, made a move that was carefully made, but unfortunately it became a test stone for Xia Qingyang to sharpen his sword technique.

Thousands of sword lights pierced the void with a decisive attitude, colliding with the green vines coming from all directions, bursting out with brilliant brilliance.

No one could speak, because no one thought that Xia Qingyang could break Cangming with a single sword technique, which could be called a flawless attack.

Cang Ming didn't expect it, but he was only slightly surprised, and he was not frustrated, after all, he was still out of the posture of the main attack, not to mention that this was not his strongest means.

The sword light disappeared, the green vines collapsed, and everyone was stunned!

It turned out that Xia Qingyang had already risen into the air and reached under the head of the Cangming dragon, and the tip of the hunting knife was against the dragon's neck.

No one doubted the strength of the true dragon's body, and the divine weapon was difficult to shake in the slightest, but at this moment, no one doubted that the hunting knife could do it, because at this moment, the hunting knife was like a galaxy across the sky, so short and so long.

Can a real dragon fight the galaxy? Idiots wouldn't think so.

Cang Ming suddenly became an idiot, or he would rather be an idiot than a loser, so he twisted the dragon's head and prepared to fight back, so a blood hole appeared in his neck, and the rare blood of the real dragon gushed out.

He wasn't really an idiot after all, so he stopped doing stupid things.

In the silence of the audience, a yellow figure suddenly rose from the ground.