"Hmph! The strong should speak with their strength, if you can beat me, then it's not all up to you?"

"Hahaha, okay!!Direct enough, I like it! I may not have been active in a long time, how about a more direct one?"

"Oh?

"One move makes the difference!"

Xiaoying Yawei slapped the ground with a bang, laughed and said, "Okay! It's easy and straightforward, come on!" The breath around the two of them stopped abruptly at the same time, and in the central area of the confrontation, everything flowed, whether it was spiritual power, breathing, air flow, or sound, as if it stopped flowing with the silence of the two people's breath, and after nearly seven seconds, the two of them also broke the deathly silence at the same time.

I saw that the white-haired man's left foot took a step back, the entire body on the left side slowly crouched downward, the left hand pushed back, the right arm bent forward, the two palms and the body in the same straight line, back and forth, rich and pure Haoran spiritual power into the nest of the nestling, have condensed on the left hand behind the man, first through the hundred meetings, and then through the yang pool, and finally directly into the right forepaw, with the right finger as the tip, with the left finger as the wing, the current white-haired man is a sharp arrow feather ready to go, a touch is about to strike!

"Pick up the stars on the left and the moon on the right, and go to the Yellow Spring in the nine shades!

Looking at the man who was gathering momentum on the opposite side, Xiaoying was not in a hurry, he leaned forward, his hands suddenly grasped the ground, a beast ambushed state, his hind feet firmly kicked the ground, and the eight stone tails were also like springs rooted in the ground, separated on both sides, and the spiritual power of the dark attribute in his mouth kept overflowing, and when it fell to the ground, it directly steamed up, and every wisp contained terrifying heat, telling the terrifying spiritual power of Xiaoying all the time.

Xiaoying raised his left hand, and the surrounding dark night and spiritual power were also attracted one after another, with the left hand as the center, a huge spiritual power vortex was instantly formed on the left hand, as the spiritual power was continuously gathered, absorbed, and gradually outside Xiaoying's left hand, a pitch-black wolf claw with a volume of three times the size of the arm, a small ink-colored bead, I don't know when it condensed on the heart of the wolf claw.

"Cut, don't you just fight, and recite poems, the text is crepe, it's annoying to listen to it, if you lose the fight, won't you be more embarrassed?

After the words fell, both sides jumped out towards each other at the same time, the white-haired man seemed to be an arrow feather from a bow, carrying a slender white thunder behind him, and swept out quickly with the momentum of thunder, and the small shadow on the opposite side was also like a tiger out of the cage, and the fierce wolf went down the mountain, running directly to the target, and the ink in the surrounding air was scattered in all directions, and eight black spiritual power ribbons were torn out by the flying figure of the small shadow.

I saw that the white light was like a frightening flood, the ink color was like a swimming dragon, the two figures collided, the white claws and black beads stirred each other, the breath of the two sides tore and entangled with each other, and the earth within a radius of ten miles fell into response to the sound, and a ten-mile pit more than five meters deep and full of rocks appeared on the territory of the boundary of the Dragon Ruin Forbidden Forest.

The black and white entangled spiritual storm swept everything in the pit, and suddenly in the forbidden forest, the beasts were frightened, the birds fell, and the trees were all flying.

"Beast Heart!!"

"Nether Dragonclaw!!"

The wind blows through, the dust and debris disappear, at this time in the center, two straight standing figures look at each other, at this time the white-haired man at this time in the five fingers of the right hand, the first three fingertips are already gurgling blood, although the breath is still strong, but from his slightly rapid breathing, it is obvious that he has been shocked lightly.

On the contrary, Xiaoying looked a lot calmer, a third of the black robe disappeared, revealing Zhang Fan's body inside, and the eight stone tails behind him were also broken, swaying, although the ink-colored beads in the claws were also full of cracks, but Xiaoying's breath was not affected by the fierce impact at all, and his waist was still straight, and he stared at the white-haired man with a slight wrinkle between his eyebrows.

After this move, the man has fully realized his strength, and there is still a distance between him and the spirit class attached to the human body in front of him, which makes the man very surprised, to say that if there is such a level of spirit in this spirit capital, it stands to reason that the old pervert in the human race cannot be unaware, right?

"Dark spiritual, beastly five-star intermediate, I don't know which of the twelve riders is under the final spirit throne?"

"Twelve riders? hehe, don't talk about me with those old stubborns, if I were a rider, do you think you can still stand?"

"Isn't it? What exactly is the spiritual realm from which it comes from?"

The white-haired man seemed to be very surprised that Xiaoying was not the twelve horsemen he said, and kept looking at Xiaoying, but no matter how he found out, Xiaoying was just a black fog that he couldn't see clearly, and he couldn't figure out the origin of Xiaoying at all, and on the other hand, Xiaoying was the old god looking at the white-haired man and asked,

"It's you, but I know which race you and the little ghost over there are, the guy who hasn't appeared for thousands of years, and now he appears here, is he going to counterattack the Taiyin Otherworld?"

Xiaoying's words made the man a little stunned, he never thought that the spirit in front of him obviously knew his origin, not only that, but he even felt that he knew a lot about the affairs of his own clan.

"Counterattack? This is the world of our clan, if it weren't for Lian Xinjie's stinky girl a thousand years ago, relying on the stolen power of the queen's throne, uniting the six clans, and communicating with the heavens privately, how could my clan end up like this!!"

When the white-haired man said the name Lian Xinjie, he was even resentful, gritting his teeth as if he wanted to peel this woman alive, Xiaoying smiled contemptuously and said,

"I don't care about your grievances and grievances with the human race, in short, if you obediently take that little ghost away now, I won't stop you, but if you want to hurt this guy I am possessed now, then you'd better be conscious, I won't keep my hands on the next move!"

The man looked at his right hand, which was still bleeding and trembling, and looked at Xiaoying very jealously, he knew that even if this spirit in front of him was not the rider of the Spirit Emperor, it must be an old monster that had lived for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, if he really continued to fight with him, then he really didn't have much confidence, who called himself the weakest talent among the nine brothers in the family.

"Wait, wait, this, this spirit senior, you misunderstood, I really didn't mean to hurt Zhang Fan, but I think his fair temperament and affectionate personality, I like it very much, and I also want to say that if there is a chance, we can be friends. After all, the night ghost on the side is of the same clan as the man, and he is of the same blood, so how could he not know the current situation of the man, and quickly explained.