With a bang, overlapping mountain shadows appeared in all directions, squeezing towards Long Ao's blood like a tidal wave. The one who shot at Long Ao's blood was naturally Di Kun and Di Shen Kun, the Holy Son of the Eight Great Holy Sons. Long Aoxue was also taken aback, it was the first time he had seen such a magical power. turned into reality, and the shadow of the mountain turned into a heavy mountain at the moment of falling, and it was pressed down together.

Long Aoxue took a deep breath, his qi and blood rushed into the sky, and he punched out. The fist flashed with brilliant golden light and smashed into the first mountain. With a bang, the terrifying force actually shattered three mountains at once. And the aftermath of the fist rippled, and it was able to tear the overlapping mountains according to it. Long Aoxue said indifferently: "Although the void is real, it is still in vain. ”

Di Shenkun sneered and said, "If I can make them turn into a real divine mountain, then I am not the current realm." Lack of cultivation is also a kind of gap!" As he spoke, he waved his hand again, and the overlapping mountain shadows fell down in a chaotic manner.

Long Aoxue sighed, shook his fist, and struck towards the mountain. He also saw that this place Shen Kun just wanted to stop him, not a hearty battle with him. Long Aoxue was indeed a little crooked, he thought that Di Shenkun would be like him, he liked to fight. It's a pity that Long Aoxue really thinks too much. Di Shenkun's goal is not his dragon arrogant blood.

Knocking down countless mountain shadows, Di Shenkun turned around and jumped up, faster speed, and rushed towards the top of the mountain. This seems to be another contest between the Eight Great Sons, comparing their own speed. Long Aoxue snorted coldly, and his figure suddenly flickered, as if it was transparent. He rushed out, and the mountain passed through his body, and it didn't affect him at all. And Long Ao's blood is even more equal to Shen Kun in one fell swoop.

The transparent dragon arrogant blood stepped out with one foot, and the ripples echoed, suppressing Di Shenkun, and then, he stabbed out with one finger, and the eight elements converged and turned into a formation. After trapping Di Shenkun, Long Aoxue rose into the sky again, and this time, he caught up with several others.

At the forefront were the five Thunder Saint Son, Golden Sword Saint Son, Wind Roar Saint Son, Fire Pole Saint Son and Ice Sword Saint Son, but now, there was more dragon arrogance and blood. As Long Aoxue guessed, the strength of Xiao Jianbing, the Ice Sword Saint Son, had greatly improved, and he had already caught up with the footsteps of the other four. Although it is said that the Eight Great Holy Sons are divided into four levels, the gap between the four people above is not as big as imagined.

As if they had been discussed, the Thunder Saint Son was entangled with the Golden Sword Saint Son in an instant, his figure changed, and the thunder and sword qi diffused. And the Wind Roar Saint Son and the Fire Pole Saint Son were also old rivals, colliding fiercely together, erupting into terrifying fluctuations.

As for Long Aoxue, he naturally met the Ice Sword Saint Son who had been culled. The corners of the Ice Sword Saint Son's mouth curled slightly, with a gentle smile, and said, "Long time no see, it seems that the battle between us is about to start early, but I don't know, are you ready?" He was very familiar with Long Aoxue, especially that kind of formation method, which made him recognize Long Aoxue's greatly changed appearance at a glance.

Long Aoxue smiled and said, "I can't ask for it, I've been waiting for a long time, come on!" Long Aoxue's battle intent is always so strong, and after a sentence, the battle intent is like a flame, slowly burning. Long Aoxue punched out, and the void twisted.

With a snort, the sword light tore the void apart, but it froze it. The lightning-fast sword light stabbed hard into Long Aoxue's fist. Long Ao's bloody fist shook Xiao Jianbing back, but frost also appeared on his fist and was frozen.

Moreover, the chill was pervasive, and from the fist upwards, it was about to freeze his whole body. Long Aoxue didn't care at all, he snorted coldly, swung his fist, and hit it fiercely, and when he collided with Xiao Jian Bing's sword, the cold ice shattered and shot out in all directions. Long Aoxue's fist was as always, and it was not damaged in the slightest at all. The bright golden light was a little dazzling, which surprised Xiao Jianbing.

Long Ao's blood body glowed, faint, but there was a feeling of incomparability. Long Aoxue punched out, accompanied by ten thousand runes, slowly rotating around the fist, shattering the heavens. As for Xiao Jianbing, he was also taken aback, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

However, the sword in his hand became more and more ferocious. As he retreated, the sword light did not decrease but increased, and it came back towards the dragon arrogant blood. Long Aoxue snorted coldly, and the terrifying momentum stirred, and with a wave of his fist, ten thousand daos burned, turning into ten thousand flames.

The sneering sound was endless, and the temperature of the ten thousand fires of the dragon's proud blood was terrifying, and it actually melted his eternal cold. Long Aoxue shouted, and ten thousand runes appeared together, although they did not condense the Dao Realm, they burned wildly. The terrible heat reverberated and flooded the place. Long Aoxue laughed out loud, pinched a seal, and shook Xiao Jianbing back.

Xiao Jian snorted coldly, and the wind gradually rose under his feet, and the faint cold current intensified, and finally turned into an ice and snow storm. The ice storm is just fierce, but now it is a little more domineering, showing its might. Long Aoxue's heart sank, this should be the effect of divine blood. The blood of the gods is incomparable, giving him such terrifying power. No wonder Xiao Jianbing is so strong, the divine blood originally had this effect.

Xiao Jianbing himself is a cold ice physique, but with the combination of cold ice and fiery divine blood, it has undergone strange changes. The divine blood and cold ice complemented each other, making his physique yin and yang complementary, reaching a new height. He had been hiding before, or rather, he didn't think that Long Aoxue would force him into this situation. However, now he can't take care of so much, and his momentum explodes. Long Aoxue couldn't help but snort, and stepped back a little, his face a little solemn. This guy really went one step further with the help of divine blood.

On the other side, the Thunder Saint Son and the other four were inseparable, after all, they knew each other too well. Unless they win by surprise, it will be difficult for them to tell the winner. And the two of Long Aoxue are better looking than their battle.

Long Aoxue and the other six people are only two steps away from the top of the mountain, and after this fight, there will inevitably be a three-person scuffle to compete for the final first place. As for those people below, they are naturally in chaos, and the winners and losers have not yet been decided. Long Aoxue stared at Xiao Jianbing, his eyes burning, as if there were two @ flames burning. As for Xiao Jianbing, he is already yin and yang at this moment, and he is not afraid of flames at all.

He stabbed out with a sword, both rigid and soft, with a peculiar charm. Long Aoxue was amazed, a ball of divine blood actually made him reborn. In fact, it is no wonder that this is nothing else, it can only be attributed to Xiao Jianbing's own physique. His icy physique met the divine blood of the Qilin Ancestor, which happened to alternate between cold and heat, and was both rigid and soft. Because of this, it has such a terrifying power as it is now.

With a bang, Long Ao's blood was drunk, the heavens and the earth shook, and his momentum rose sharply, pointing out. A golden finger, exuding a rich origin fluctuation, slammed into Xiao Jianbing fiercely. Long Ao's blood abruptly used the Origin Dao, but it seemed to be a layer lower. His Golden Origin Dao was still in the introductory stage, and his power was not as strong as he imagined, and even a little weak.

The corners of Xiao Jianbing's mouth lifted slightly, the sword flashed, and the silver long sword was actually frozen. An incomparably rich origin aura emanated, tearing apart the fingers of the dragon's proud blood fiercely. Long Aoxue sighed, this guy's Origin Dao had already comprehended Dacheng. However, Long Aoxue did not have the slightest fear, and the golden light on the surface of his body became more and more intense, and it turned into a beating golden flame.

"Drink!" Long Aoxue roared, the qi and blood rotated in his body, faster and faster, his battle intent holy body finally took half a step, this half step has reached the limit, what gives Long Aoxue is incomparable qi and blood. With a bang, Long Aoxue punched out, and the wind and thunder roared in his fist, and he simply blocked Xiao Jianbing's sword. Xiao Jianbing's face became a little ugly because of this.

He can be said to have exhausted his hole cards, although he only used seventy percent of his strength, but it was enough to crush the strongest spirit son. But Long was arrogant, but he stubbornly blocked his attack. He clearly felt that the previous dragon arrogant blood was not so powerful. He couldn't help but think of that kind of people, the kind of people who were born to fight, they are strong when they are strong, and they are real fighters.

Xiao Jianbing glanced at the battle-spirited dragon arrogant blood, and couldn't help but think of those legendary people. Since that man's death, there has been no such person. Legend has it that that person is the father of the ten strongest war immortals, and the war immortals are the last of the warriors. However, because of the exercises, the Battle Immortal did not cultivate into a truly terrifying invincible fighter.

Long Aoxue shouted, and the Origin Dao of Time and Space was also urged by him. Between his fingers, faintly overlapped, giving people a strange feeling of time and space disorder. Although Xiao Jianbing was powerful, he was also suppressed by this strange feeling and wanted to vomit. However, after all, he was a generation of powerhouses, took a deep breath, suppressed his discomfort, snorted coldly, and slashed out a sword.

This was the first time he had used swordsmanship! Although he was using his sword before, it was only a few basic strokes, and he did not use swordsmanship. Now, he finally did so, and with a sword slash, he instantly destroyed the blow of Long Ao's blood. The sword slashed and slashed the dragon's blood into the air. Long Ao's bloody body couldn't help himself, and he slammed into the Battle Ghost God Mountain, and his immortal body was shattered.

Long Aoxue wiped a handful of blood from the corners of his mouth, and his fighting spirit was undiminished. However, he frowned, the Battle Ghost Divine Mountain was really weird, and it actually contained a terrifying power, making it difficult for his immortal body to recover. Long Aoxue snorted coldly, and his qi and blood stirred. The two qi of Xuanhuang in the body are floating and sinking, erasing all killing opportunities. His muscles and bones were roaring, qi and blood were spurting out, and his injuries were completely recovered.

Jumping up, Long Aoxue shot out two fingers one after another, and the fingers rolled the wind and thunder, slamming into each other fiercely, fusing weirdly. The Wind and Thunder Finger of the Eight Yuan Fingers!This finger of the dragon's proud blood is much stronger than just now. The fingers tore through the sky and forced them fiercely.

Xiao Jian snorted coldly, threw out the long sword in his hand, and kept pinching the seal with both hands, urging it. The Ice Sword trembled, as if it had broken through the suppression of time and space, and slashed at the Wind and Thunder Finger. The wind and thunder fingers trembled, and it collapsed violently. The wind swept the thunder and rolled up, drowning Xiao Jianbing. Who knows, Xiao Jianbing turned into an iceman, as if he was wearing solid armor.

Xiao Jian slashed in the sea of wind and thunder, and his momentum was amazing, making Long Aoxue sigh, the Eight Great Holy Sons were indeed powerful. He was confident that his foundation was not weaker than that of the Eight Great Holy Sons, but if he competed with the Origin Dao and the Heavenly Venerable Law, he was really not enough.

However, Long Aoxue was not depressed, but took a deep breath and erupted into terrifying energy fluctuations. His fighting spirit seems to be indelible. Long Ao's bloody eyes were as bright as fire, and he fought with Xiao Jianbing. Long Aoxue took out the blood musket and sharpened his marksmanship in the process. Vientiane marksmanship really has the delicacy of Vientiane change...... To be continued

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