"Click!"

In the horror on Mu Tianyang's face, the golden giant sword was smashed by the black dragon, and it shattered into pieces of golden light in the dragon's groan, and dissipated in the air.

Roar!

The huge body of the black dragon traversed the heaven and the earth, and the dragon body made a dull cracking sound between the twists, creating a black tornado that spanned dozens of zhang around the body, and the sky and the earth were dim.

"Hahaha! Looks like this is your hole card!

In a series of deafening laughter, Song Yifei stepped on the black light all the way, like climbing a ladder to the sky, and came to the beast head of the black dragon, and the whole body rose like a burning dark flame, and the overwhelming domineering power was revealed!

"Impossible! Bluff!

While speaking, Mu Tianyang was still unwilling to face the reality, the brilliance behind him exploded again, more and more grandiose, more and more turbulent, only after a few breaths, he saw ten thousand sword qi rushing straight into the sky, converging on the broken giant sword, repairing the giant sword, and slashing it in the air again.

Even the space seems to be driven, and there is a huge distortion.

"Hey, hey!"

Song Yifei sneered, after a collision just now, he had already figured out the strength of the other party, and there was no need to keep his hand.

Activated, the body is dark and profound, and the scene that cannot be imagined or described is like connecting the endless void, and the unimaginably huge heaven and earth vitality is being swallowed by the whale.

The body is like a mud cow entering the sea, sinking into the body of the black dragon.

There was a violent vibration everywhere, and the sound of clattering and clattering was endless, as if the whole world was cracking and collapsing!

Song Yifei looked at Mu Tianyang as if he was looking at a corpse, and there was no emotion in his eyes:

The second form of the eighteen palms of the dragon - the flying dragon is in the sky!

Song Yifei was in the empty and boundless body of the dragon, suddenly poked out his right foot, made a simple and unpretentious stamping motion, and then pushed horizontally with both palms!

"Roar"

Visible to the naked eye, the sky ten miles around the top of the hundred zhang suddenly darkened, and the giant dragon roared, slamming into the emperor giant sword that Mu Tianyang had turned into again!

Before the dragon arrived, the air was already extremely distorted, showing layers of ripples, as if thousands of mountains and mountains were stacked on top of each other, and the sound of the wind had not yet reached the ears, and the huge sense of oppression that went straight to the bottom of people's hearts had been violently bombarded down, as if the whole world was about to be torn apart.

This is an invincible palm technique that can crush the void of heaven and earth, and it contains absolute power that is enough to overturn heaven and earth!

"Damn it!"

Witnessing a stronger blow than just now, Mu Tianyang, who originally did not admit defeat, changed his face drastically and turned extremely pale.

"Fight! I don't believe that my extraordinary swordsmanship is inferior to you!"

Mu Tianyang's body erupted with an extremely ferocious aura, his face turned red, and the body of the Golden Holy Emperor erupted with indescribable majesty, the sword blade slashed horizontally, roared wildly, and the sword aura soared into the sky, wanting to divide everything in heaven and earth into two!

It seems slow, but in fact, the actions of both are completed in an instant.

Thundered!

The black dragon slammed into Excalibur again!

Like a huge meteorite, falling to the ground from a height of 10,000 meters, the strong wind has not yet reached the body, a wave of uncast heat is rolling and scattering, and in an instant, with the dragon as the center, the ground within a radius of one mile is already nothing, and in the continuous loud noise, the huge dragon in the sky, with a click, smashed the divine sword, and rushed towards the emperor's phantom.

"The third form of the eighteen palms of the dragon - see the dragon in the field!"

Bang bang bang!

In the horrified gaze of everyone, the giant dragon roared into the sky, carrying the vitality and the boundless waves formed by the true qi, with the violent aura that drowned everything, and crashed into the chest of the emperor's phantom.

Mu Tianyang's eyes were full of tyrannical, hideous dragon heads, and his mind only felt an irresistible storm of destruction, rolling in, the qi and blood rolling, and the emperor's phantom shook violently, and it was about to collapse at any time.

Thundered!

The piercing scream, mixed with the rolling thunder caused by the friction of the air, shook the ground in a radius of tens of miles. It was like detonating an unknown number of heavenly thunderbolts out of thin air, and the white air waves were like thousands of monsters, in all directions. Roar and run, trample the earth, shake the sky!

Boom!

The black dragon slammed straight into the emerald golden holy body.

Rumble!

A crashing sound that was countless times louder than a thunderbolt erupted, and the golden sword qi and black palm power gilded the heavens and the earth with chaotic-colored light!

All the air around him shook violently, turning into layers of waves, surging out in all directions.

Click!

A tooth-sore shattering sound came from the body of the emperor who Mu Tianyang had transformed, like exquisite porcelain shattering, and cracks began to spread!

"No! no!"

Mu Tianyang's face was distorted, his expression was hideous, and a dull, crazy roar erupted from his mouth, and he desperately encouraged his true qi and struggled to the death.

In his sight, Song Yifei's face was expressionless, his five fingers were dilated, and the giant palm of the sky was slowly raised, from bottom to top, and it was ruthless.

"The Fourth Form of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending - Hong Gradually Yu Lu!"

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"The fifth form of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending - don't use the hidden dragon!"

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"The eighth form of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending - shocking a hundred miles!"

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"The twelfth form of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending - the time by the six dragons!"

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"The fifteenth style of the eighteen palms of the dragon - dragon battle in the wild!"

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The black dragon roared, and Song Yifei's palms were endless, like a raging storm and stormy waves. Mu Tianyang's face was pale, blood was spurting wildly, and his bones were roaring, so he could only passively resist.

"Roar!"

The dragon shook the sky, the sky trembled, and the earth roared.

The black dragon roared, rolled up thousands of wind dragons, and let out an earth-shattering roar in unison, and thousands of dragons turned over in unison on the ground, and a large area of earth waves, the tide of the sea rushed in all directions.

Heaven and earth were discolored, and thousands of horses were all together, Song Yifei used the purest power of the eighteen palms of the dragon to bombard Mu Tianyang from the gate of the city to the center of the city.

Countless buildings have collapsed, and a road to heaven has been carved out!

Click!

Boom!

Under the roar, collision, and bite of the black dragon, the Holy Emperor's illusory spirit was shattered, and the scoop dispersed into a rain of light in the sky.

At the center of the impact, the light faded rapidly, and a broken and old body, blood spilled in the air, dragging a long wave of smoke and dust, flew out at great speed, and finally smashed a deep pit on the ground!

Look at the face is Mu Tianyang!

At this time, Mu Tianyang's body was withered, extremely old, and his body was covered with deep cracks crisscrossing him, and he no longer looked like a handsome young man.

Airplanes!

Countless streamers and arrogances, in the chaotic turbulence, the qi waves shook violently like a tide, rippling and shrinking layer upon layer, turning into a chaotic-colored ball.

Within a radius of 100 zhang, all of them were smoothed by the invisible energy, the sky was clear, the sky was clear, and the sky was clear, a peerless and invincible figure, standing proudly!

"You can take me fifteen palms! You're already very good! haha!"

The victory and defeat have been divided, Song Yifei is full of pride, and he can't help but look up to the sky and smile, his voice is full of clouds and air, echoing in the sky.

Beiming Qianxue and the others, who were standing in the extreme distance, couldn't help but cry with joy when they heard Song Yifei's laughter.

"It's the boss! The boss wins!"

"Win! We Loose Faction won!"

"The suffering is finally over!"