Yang Guang walked to the center of the hall with a steady pace, squinting his triangular eyes, and a disdainful expression.

Zhan Wenwu mocked on the side: "Yang Guang, you are blind!" Affirm that you are here, why are you going to the center of the main hall! ”

Burst!

Yang Guang was so angry that a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

Damn, you can't get a wide field for fighting! Do you understand?

"If you don't speak, will you die!"

"See if I don't tear your mouth and break your teeth for a while!"

"Out of breath! As if you could beat me, see that I don't cramp and skin you, and crush your bones and ashes. Zhan Wenwu tilted his chin and looked at Yang Guangdao with his nostrils.

Yang Guang knew that he couldn't beat Zhan Wenwu in a verbal battle, so he no longer paid attention to him, but said to Shen Ming: "Shen Ming, come on, compete with the old man, you should not only be in the same realm now." ”

Shen Ming strode to the center of the main hall, and looked at Yang Guangdao coldly: "I heard that your realm has advanced again, but I will kill you today!" ”

"Hmph, the tone is not small, I'm afraid it's the same as Zhan Wenwu, just to be able to fight."

Shen Ming didn't answer, and a simple and unpretentious punch went straight to Yang Guang's front door.

Although the two of them were dozens of steps away, the strength of that fist was a huge amount of power, and the power was so great that a single punch could directly kill a master of the Transcendent Realm Ninefold, or even the Peak Realm.

Shangguan Hu and Shangguan Leopard couldn't help but gasp when they saw this punch. Because they hadn't seen a battle in the Holy Realm before.

The power of this punch was far beyond their comprehension.

In the sevenfold realm of the transcendent realm, the power of the punch is already breathtaking, but compared to the punch of others entering the holy realm, it is simply a small thing.

Just like a light cone, they couldn't feel the power of this punch when they stood outside, but the two of them were standing behind Yang Guang, so they could clearly see and feel the true power of this punch.

"Hmph, that's kind of interesting." The corners of Yang Guang's mouth curled, his right hand was suddenly shrouded in black mist, he raised his hand and drew a circle in front of him, a cake-shaped black mist floated in the air, and then Yang Guang slapped it out with one palm, and the black mist fluttered towards the fist.

There was no expected violent impact, and the black mist was instantly pulled by the fist and quickly deformed.

But when he was two or three steps away from Yang Guang, his fist couldn't move forward half an inch, and he was shrouded in black fog, like a big fish caught in a fishing net, he could only struggle in the net, but he couldn't break free from the shackles of the net.

Immediately after that, the black mist seemed to have vitality, enveloping the fist in it, and kept wriggling. And the fist rushed left and right in it, desperately colliding, but it was completely unable to break through the black fog, and it didn't take much effort for the black fog to get smaller and smaller, returning to its original size.

The black mist then floated back in front of Yang Guang, and Yang Guang raised his hand to absorb the black mist into his body. Suddenly, Yang Guang's body seemed to have been replenished with energy, and his momentum increased again.

Looking at Yang Guang's smug and happy face, everyone was surprised.

What kind of exercise is this? He can actually absorb the attack power of others and transform it into his own strength.

The punch just affirmed was not trivial, it was absorbed instantly, if it was played like this, wouldn't Yang Guang be an invincible existence!

"Well, the Sect Master's skills are really profound, his strength is pure, and the old man is very useful, come again!"

Shen Ming's face became ugly, he didn't expect Yang Guang to have reached such a perverted point, how can he fight this? He absorbs as much energy as he punches, and the enemy gets stronger and stronger, and I get weaker and weaker.

Shen Ming glanced back at Ma Ning'er, and also saw Ma Ning'er's surprised expression, so he gritted his teeth, today is to fight for his life, and he will fulfill his promise.

If you can't attack from a distance, then fight in close combat!

Thinking of this, Shen Ming didn't answer, and came to Yang Guang as soon as he jumped up, and at the same time had a long sword in his hand, slashing at Yang Guang.

"Oh? Changhong swordsmanship? Then let the old man learn the stunts of the White Cloud Sect. ”

As he spoke, Yang Guang didn't hold it up, and showed a black sword to meet the long sword of Shenming.

In the Alpine Country, the Changhong Sword Technique of the White Cloud Sect is prestigious, and it is one of the fastest swordsmanship in the world. And another peerless swordsmanship is the soul-chasing swordsmanship practiced by Yang Guang.

The world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable, and this sentence is not false at all.

The affirmation's Changhong sword technique ran through Changhong, raising his hands and feet to travel smoothly, the long sword danced faster and faster in his hand, and the unparalleled sword qi released only shrouded Yang Guang alone, and there was not a trace of waste into the space.

And Yang Guang's soul-chasing swordsmanship is also cold and sharp, seeing the moves, and at the same time, the sword body keeps making a terrible sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls, which is soul-stirring.

The speed of the two swordsmanship and body skills broke through the range of ordinary people's vision, and even Shangguan Hu and Shangguan Leopard couldn't see their every move clearly, and they felt dazzled and dizzy.

Zhan Wenwu was shocked when he watched from the sidelines, this is the battle to enter the Holy Realm! There is no trace of fancy, and the tricks are all going to the fatal point. With that swift swordsmanship, my current realm is probably 108,000 miles away.

If he faced Yang Guang, he might not be able to exceed two moves and be killed by his sword.

However, depending on the situation, Yang Guang is slightly better in terms of skill, although the sword of Shen Ming is fast, but every time he encounters the soul chasing sword, he will suffer some losses in strength.

Shangguan Lei squinted his eyes, leaned back against the dragon chair, held a wine glass in his hand, and carefully watched the details of their fight, while nodding his head incessantly, as if he understood.

A real master duel, just fight for a few short moves to determine the winner.

Affirming that at this moment, Yang Guang's soul chasing sword can only defend, and there is no hope of winning, I am afraid that if I continue to fight like this, I will be stabbed to death by others.

Zhan Wenwu coughed.

"Shut up, boy!" Shangguan Leopard saw that Zhan Wenwu was about to speak, and hurriedly stopped him. This kid has no other skills, but his mouth is too stinky!

Zhan Wenwu didn't pay attention to Shangguan Leopard at all, but said loudly to Shangguan Lei: "Shangguan Lei, this fight and killing are so hurtful and angry." Remember all the moves, right? You know all about the level of strength, right? ”

"Yang Guang has won, you can kill Yang Guang in the future. Yang Guang was defeated, you still have to play in person, and you will be so shameless. A person who is an emperor has to go to the field in person when he fights, and it's a shame to say it. ”

Yang Guang listened to the awkwardness in his heart, I can't strangle you Ma Ning'er, I arch the fire with Your Majesty all the time, even if you can't take revenge, you have to put me to death through Your Majesty's hand, right?

When Yang Guang's mind slipped away, he gave Shen Ming a little respite, so he stepped up his offensive and even tied with Yang Guang again.

"Shut up!"

Shangguan Lei shouted angrily.