In the midst of countless glances, the phantom of the demon's face in the palm of the ghost-faced Luo Xiu's palm swelled in the wind, and in the next moment, it merged with the reflection of the demon's face formed by the water spiritual power above his head, and in an instant, the endless black Shura demonic energy above the sky soaked in the reflection of the face, and the original water-blue demonic face instantly turned into a real hell face, twisting hideously in the black demonic energy in the sky.

Meng Beiyang looked at the black hell face that covered the sky and the sun, and his face was also slightly dignified. Because of the hellish face in the demonic aura, it seems to be able to see through his heart, and there are even some hole cards at the bottom of the box, at this time, there is a vague illusion that he has forgotten, and he wants to use it but has no way to start.

"Hell face, it's really a means that people have to guard against. However, as an old opponent, even if I can't perform high-level fighting tactics, how can I really be powerless. ”

In the face of the strange earth-shattering offensive of the ghost-faced Luo Xiu, although Meng Beiyang couldn't use those big tricks for a while, but under the rapid speed of his thinking, not only did he not have the slightest intention of retreating, but he burst directly under his feet, as if he wanted to use his own strength with his bare hands to resist the hellish face that made countless opponents helpless.

This scene immediately caused an uproar.

Although they were only spectators of this unavoidable battle, they were almost all hundreds of feet away from the battle circle, but when they saw that chilling hell face, they would have a kind of trance illusion. It is as if those life-saving means and hole cards are all under this face, disappearing without a trace, and there is nothing to hide.

Everyone outside the battle circle has this illusion, and I think that Meng Beiyang, the authority, has been deprived of the face of hell even more profoundly. And in this situation where there are no fighting tactics to play, Meng Beiyang still chooses to confront head-on, which almost exceeds everyone's expectations.

Even Luo Badao showed a look of disdain on his face, thinking that Meng Beiyang's move was undoubtedly asking for his own death.

However, for the countless uproars, Meng Beiyang obviously didn't pay the slightest attention. He rose to the sky, and his figure was as fast as a wisp of golden smoke in an instant, unpredictable.

"Since there are no hole cards available, then, use the most ordinary means to remove your disgusting face!"

The two worlds of mountains and rivers above Meng Beiyang's hands suddenly merged into one, and the Yuanyang spiritual power of the south and north of the mountains merged with each other, and a trace of smoke-like Yuanyang power suddenly emerged from the tips of his ten fingers.

"Yuanyang spiritual power, the power of the eight yangs!"

On both hands, in addition to the little thumb, the power of Yuanyang on the tips of the eight fingers was like immortal energy, and under the gaze, Meng Beiyang's ten fingers quickly condensed the spiritual power palm print.

Then everyone saw that Meng Beiyang's left thumb popped out, and the power of Yuanyang turned into monstrous waves, and then, the thumb of his right hand popped up, and the heavens and the earth suddenly set off a hurricane of clouds and mist.

Moreover, this is not the end, every Yuan Yang power of Meng Beiyang's eight fingertips is with a flick of his fingers, and suddenly transforms in the sky, a bright firework, like a scorching sun hanging, thunder and thunder in the sky, lightning and thunder.

At the foot of this Kunlun Peak, the surrounding heaven and earth were almost boiling, and the power of Yuanyang, a force that made the heart palpitate, even alarmed a few guys who were far away in the pavilion halfway up the mountainside.

Bai Xiaosheng in the distance couldn't help but clench the folding fan in his hand: "Shannan is yang, water north is yang, instantaneous is yang, wind is yang, fire is yang, thunder is yang, water is yang, Kaitai is yang, broken gold is yang, spiritual power is yang! ”

The higher the guy on the Golden Scale List, the more he understands that the strongest means of Meng Beiyang, who is known as the undefeated supernatural power, is the innate Yuanyang spiritual power. Therefore, when others were still enlightening the spirit in the three realms of Yuanxi, he had already mastered an extremely peculiar Yuanyang spiritual power in addition to the nine major attribute spiritual power in the world.

He could directly cross the realm of enlightenment, because his innate Ten Yang Spirit Bones were enough for him to cultivate for a lifetime. Moreover, the power of the ten yangs, with each additional layer, will increase the power several times.

What's even more terrifying is that so far, no one has let Meng Beiyang use the power of Jiuyang, and those opponents who have challenged him have all ended in defeat under the power of Bayang, even the unknown nine-headed snake in that battle is no exception.

The power of the eight suns permeates the heavens and the earth! The surrounding sky seems to suddenly brighten, and everyone's five senses instantly become quiet.

Immediately afterward, everyone saw that a piece of Yuanyang power representing thunder, like a thin line of runes, roared from the sky, almost unstoppable, submerged into the monstrous black demonic qi, and then lightly bloomed on the hellish face that looked down on all beings.

On top of that scar, a Yuanyang aura suddenly appeared, and the black demonic qi that quickly diffused from the surroundings couldn't get close to make up for that scar. The hell face roared fiercely, and the second instantaneous Yuanyang power cut the scars on that face, one after another, the eight Yuanyang powers were like forming a net on the hell face, and the face was divided by the Yuanyang aura, gradually detached from the whole, and finally in the storm, it turned into a point of light in the sky and exploded.

Luo Xiu's figure in the sky was also hit hard at this moment, and his body shot out backwards, making a low muffled sound from the depths of his throat, and then suddenly landed on the top of a pavilion.

There was a surge of blood in his heart, and blood stains appeared on the corners of Luo Xiu's mouth. And the left half of the demon's cheek also appeared cracks, and in the cracks, blood flowed out.

Looking at this scene, there was a little silence all around, and their eyes were full of consternation.

The battle between the one hundred and one of the Golden Scale List and the ninety-nine two demons, has the victory or defeat been divided?

Meng Beiyang also slowly fell from mid-air at this time, his tall posture, standing on the ruins of the Hundred Desolations Auction Hall, looking at Luo Xiu, who was obviously a little unwilling on the other side, and said calmly: "Be your one hundred and one, the golden scale list is not yet time to change the list, it is best not to think crookedly." Because the name of the ninety-nine undefeated supernatural powers is really not blown out!"

On the other side, the ghost-faced Luo Xiu's chest rose and fell rapidly, and after a long time, he gradually suppressed the violently churning qi and blood in his body, wiped the back of his hand against the corners of his mouth, and said with a faint look in his eyes: "Your strength is indeed above me, but there are some things, you better not interfere." You have to remember that under this Kunlun Peak, there is not only you Meng Shentong, but also a master within the hundred Golden Scale List!"

As soon as the voice of Ghost Face Luo Xiu's words fell, halfway up the huge mountain peak in the distance, a storm of spiritual power suddenly swept up from the sky, and countless eyes around looked around, there, there were obviously people who were provoked.