On the barren plain where the ruins of the Divine Court were located, the two young supremes of Fang Yun and the Holy Son of the Immortal Feather Holy Land confronted each other from afar. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Holy Son wanted to defeat the Chosen Son, and even exterminate him, to prove that he was invincible among countless young beings as the Holy Son of the Immortal Feather Holy Land.

Fang Yun, who was the Chosen One, had no good impression of anyone in the Immortal Feather Holy Land, the Holy Son came over to provoke, how could Fang Yun not face the battle.

He came out of the Eternal Treasure Realm, entered the depths of the wilderness, and rebuilt the Haotian Palace, all of which were borrowing the vast divine energy and the three major arrays in the Haotian Palace, to kill many demon gods, it was not Fang Yun's own strength, and then he had been cultivating for ten years, and he had not really fought with his own strength for too long, and in his eyes, he suddenly surged with surging battle intent.

The Holy Son of the Immortal Feather Holy Land was undoubtedly powerful, but it made Fang Yun's fighting spirit even stronger, and he was looking forward to this battle more than the other party.

His figure flashed, and he rushed directly over, pinching the fist mark in his hand, thunder and fire burst out, shaking the void and humming, bombarding the other party.

The power of this punch is terrifying, with only physical strength, it can kill a creature in the late stage of the Dao Void Realm, the intertwining thunder and fire origin, the two forces of extreme rage converge together, and the power skyrockets exponentially.

The Holy Son snorted coldly, his eyes were disdainful, Fang Yun rushed over with his physical body, the pride in his heart did not allow him to use the immortal treasure, he stretched out a palm, the crystal glow, Ruixia shone, and Fang Yun's fist mark was hard to defend.

The fists and palms intersected, and there was a dull loud sound, Ruixia collapsed, the Holy Son snorted, and retreated a thousand feet, and the flesh and blood monster in the palm of his hand was scorched black, and white bones were exposed, which were created by the intersecting thunder and fire.

He was too careless, he underestimated Fang Yun's strength, and he suffered a big loss just by taking a face.

Fang Yun bullied forward, his fist shadow was heavy, as heavy as Shenyue, and the mighty fist swept out, mixed with thunder arcs and sparks, shaking a large space.

"Does a little advantage make you so arrogant?"

The white jade of the Holy Son carved into a handsome face, slightly distorted, and the wound on the palm of his hand made him furious.

The white robe on his body emitted a peaceful colored light, this is an extraordinary fairy robe, made of divine silk, and inscribed with mysterious lines, powerful and amazingly defensive.

The two figures staggered, and in a moment, they collided thousands of times, with continuous roars, and the space around the two of them fluctuated violently.

Behind the two of them, the seven demon gods such as the Wind God Feilian, the Peacock Mingshen, and Lu Wu, and the Judgment God Spirit of the Immortal Feather Holy Land watched the battle between the two nervously, this was a duel between the two young supremes, and they did not intervene.

With Fang Yun's physical strength, it was far superior to the Holy Son, but the other party relied on the extraordinariness of that immortal robe to resist Fang Yun's fierce attack like a storm.

The Holy Son's heart was even more shocked, Fang Yun's power was too terrifying, through the immortal clothes, it impacted his body, causing the qi and blood in his body to churn for a while.

"Roar!"

A beast roar came out of Fang Yun's mouth, his body swelled up, and in an instant, he manifested the body of the Tianlu clan, ten zhang tall, with towering head horns, white hair dancing wildly, hands and feet with sharp claws, gray muscles, muscles bulging like hills, full of unimaginable explosive power, looking domineering and fierce.

He swung his claw down, and the space was torn apart and cracked, just the pure physical power, all of which were terrifying.

The Holy Son's pupils shrank suddenly, and the peaceful glow from the immortal clothes was extremely strong, he resisted Fang Yun's blow with both hands, but in the midst of a loud bang, he retreated thousands of zhang, his body trembled, like being struck by lightning, even if he had the immortal clothes to protect his body, his palms were still full of blood, the tiger's mouth was cracked, his face was red, and he was about to spit out a mouthful of blood, but he swallowed it back.

As the Holy Son of the Immortal Feather Holy Land, this battle had just begun, and he was beaten by the Chosen One to vomit blood, which was simply a shame, and he was not allowed to spit out this mouthful of blood and be seen by other living beings.

He seriously underestimated the strength of Fang Yun's physical body, he was invincible in the same realm, and he was high above the other young supremes, if it weren't for the extraordinary immortal clothes to protect his body and block seventy percent of his strength, he might have been hit hard by this blow.

"It's ridiculous to have to compete with pure-bloods for physical strength. ”

Fang Yun sneered unceremoniously, if only the strength of the physical body was concerned, he was comparable to the Heavenly Demon of the Extreme Dao Realm, the Holy Son of the Immortal Feather Holy Land was extremely arrogant, and he wanted to be superior to himself everywhere, but he suffered a big loss.

The next moment, the murderous aura spread like a wave in this piece of heaven and earth, and he grasped the origin of the mixture, turned into a streamer and rushed away, and began to shoot with all his strength.

"Look for death!"

The Holy Son's face was ugly, his eyes were gloomy, and thousands of wisps of immortal qi converged into a long river, rushing towards Fang Yun, with great momentum.

Fang Yun slapped out with one palm, defeating the immortal qi long river, his figure did not pause, the chaotic origin in his palm was like an ancient mountain in the flood era, shaking the world, this was an extremely powerful blow!

Zheng!

The crisp sword roar resounded through the heavens, spreading for thousands of miles, and in an instant, a sharp and incomparable sword qi cut through the space and slashed at the mountain formed by the Origin of Chaos.

With a bang, the mountain was cut horizontally, and the remnants of the sword qi remained, leaving two wounds on Fang Yun's arm, which were deeply visible to the bones, leaving traces on the indestructible bones.

The Holy Son is holding a fairy sword, the sword is more than three feet long, as thin as a cicada wing, engraved with mysterious lines, it is a fairy treasure, if measured by the standard of an artifact, it is definitely an immortal sword.

"Kill!"

Fang Yun scolded lightly, his voice was like thunder, making the void resonate, the killing aura was monstrous, the Overlord Sword was in his hand, he urged the essence of the whole body, the body and mind were concentrated on the Overlord Knife, people, knives, heaven and earth were one, and everything in this place seemed to be gone, leaving only the blade that was like a divine flame burning.

This move was something that Fang Yun learned from a divine energy clone of the Father God, using the power of the Haotian Seal to suppress the glazed beast, and he was able to exponentially burst out the power he possessed.

The Overlord Sword slashed down immediately, carrying endless thunder and fire, which was a very terrifying blow.

This immortal divine sword seemed to come to life, and it actually appeared with a huge body, spreading thunder and fire all over its body, like a peerless beast.

Even a few Divine Dao Realm creatures were shocked, judging from Fang Yun's eruption of Origin Power, they could accurately judge Fang Yun's current strength, at most, it was a late stage of entering the Dao Void Realm, but they were able to slash such a terrifying sword, which made them a little unbelievable.

"Taking advantage of some advantages, do you think it's the opponent of this holy son, I can't do it!"

The Holy Son snorted coldly, he was extremely conceited, and refused to avoid Fang Yun's slash, the immortal sword stabbed out, and the sword sound coincided with the Great Dao Divine Sound.

"Bell!"

The metal trills were shocking, and the position where the blade and the tip of the sword intersected, bursting out of fireworks, and various runes were densely presented, almost shattering the sky, and then still intertwined with each other, and disappeared at the same time.

The two figures each shook back, the corners of their mouths overflowed with blood, Fang Yun's eyes were slightly solemn, his physical strength was far superior to that of the other party, but the cultivation of the Holy Son of the Immortal Feather Holy Land was longer, and the realm was very high, above Fang Yun.

(To be continued.) )