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Chapter 633: Three Wars (I)

The Qilin King glanced at the patriarch of the Feng clan and said, "Fei'er, this battle is up to me, Ao Lie, come, let's continue the unfinished competition from 10,000 years ago." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info"The Qilin Clan and the Dragon Clan are almost all super divine beasts that are good at hand-to-hand combat.

"Tyco, let me see how you've grown in the last 10,000 years. The Dragon Emperor nodded calmly and dodged to meet him. At the same time, the figure of the unicorn king Tyco also came up, and the two sides collided fiercely, without weapons, without wearing armor, just a competition with fists and feet, almost barbaric, and slowly the two of them could not be seen on the field, only the muffled sound that kept sounding reminded everyone that the two strong men were still fighting fiercely.

As the patriarch of the three clans in the demon world, the grievances and grievances of the Dragon Emperor Ao Lie, the Qilin King Taike, and the Feng Clan patriarch Feng Fei are naturally not for outsiders, and the friendship is not something that outsiders can understand.

Yang Yifeng was frightened when he saw it, why? The two strong men in the sky may not be much worse than Teng Snake in terms of strength, but this kind of combat method is too arrogant, only attacking and not defending, the opponent's fighter lets it fall, and each blow is enough to crack the mountain and shatter the internal organs. Each blow hit the other well, but the two continued as if nothing happened. Yang Yifeng thinks that this kind of fist can only be carried dozens of times at most, otherwise this physical body will inevitably be destroyed. Their way is too barbaric, there is no merit at all, and Yang Yifeng is also extremely disdainful of this method. Only attacking and not defending is to fight so that the enemy cannot attack, so naturally there is no need to defend. In this way, Yang Yifeng can't even think of it now.

The physical strength of the dragon clan and the unicorn clan can be compared with the great witch or even the ancestral witch, especially in this era, it is no longer the era when the ancestral witch is rampant and the great witch is everywhere. The inheritance of the three clans is still extremely strong, and at the same time, Yang Yifeng also discovered that the subtle relationship between the three clans is not so simple as it seems.

The Dragon Emperor and the Kirin King are not so much rivals as each other. It's better to be friends, very tacit friends.

Yang Yifeng turned his gaze to the Phoenix Clan Patriarch on the side, how amazing was her true strength? The Phoenix of the Fire Ancestor, she had never used any Phoenix Divine Fire in the fight just now, that is to say, the strength of the tenth layer did not even take out one layer. If there is no accident, her opponent is her.

Time passed imperceptibly, but for them. Ten days and days of time passed just a snap of the fingers, "Hahaha~~~ Happy!" The Dragon Emperor and the Qilin King, who had fought for ten days and ten nights without distinguishing between victory and defeat, invariably retreated in the intersecting impact of a concentrated punch.

"Tyco, this battle between you and me is considered a draw, how about it?" asked the Dragon Emperor with an unchanged smile.

"Okay, anyway, you and I won't be able to tell the difference between victory and defeat for another hundred years. A tie is a tie!" The Kirin King nodded in agreement.

Yang Yifeng saw the tacit understanding in this, but he didn't delve into it, the famous halls of the three clans in the demon world are related to their own, as long as they pass this level, the cause and effect between them and the dragon clan. It can be regarded as returning the eighth layer, so you don't have to worry about it every day, and you feel uncomfortable. The sword in Yang Yifeng's hand appeared again and held it in his hand. Slowly walked out of the crowd and said, "The next battle begins." His eyes were fixed on Feng Fei, the patriarch of the Feng clan.

"Patriarch Feng naturally played out as the finale master. Aren't you supposed to help?" said the Qilin King, looking at the crowd of the Immortal Demon Alliance.

Yang Yifeng naturally didn't know it, and turned his suspicious gaze to the Dragon Emperor, the Dragon Emperor has been in this heavenly realm for so long, he should know each other, right?

I saw a young Taoist slowly walking out of the crowd, wasn't this the little Taoist priest that day? It looked ordinary, there was no place to stand out? The person who came was one of the four young people who were in the restaurant that day. I saw that he had walked a few steps. The figure was blurred for a while, and when it was clear again, it was a handsome Taoist priest who stepped on clear clouds, wore gossip purple and gold clothes, and had a bun on his head. I saw that he made a ditch and said: "The poor road is ethereal, I have seen Yang Jushi, I have heard the name of Yang Jushi for a long time, and I can't imagine that it is a blessing to meet and compete with the layman today." ”

The Dragon Emperor duly transmitted the voice and said, "Zhengyi." The third generation disciple of the Ethereal Heavenly Palace. The seniority and years of cultivation are still above the emperor. He is one of the disciples of the Immortal Saint Venerable. ”

Yang Yifeng understood, so he said. In the tens of billions of years in the Heavenly Realm, there must have been many hidden masters who were only known to some upper-level people. For example, Zhengyi, I haven't heard of it myself.

Yang Yifeng spied with the vast divine eye, this person's cultivation was not as good as an immortal ancestor, but his realm was higher than any ancestor-level master he had ever seen. Even the ancient scattered immortal land pressure was slightly lower than him. It is impossible to distinguish whether this person is a human or a demon.

Yang Yifeng couldn't have imagined that his opponent was not the patriarch of the Feng clan?" "Not all senior Taoist priests have gray beards.

"Yang Jushi is the only genius in the Heavenly Realm for millions of years, Poor Dao originally wanted to have a drink with you, but now it is not a good opportunity, you and I have to do it. Zheng Yishi said in a calm tone.

Yang Yifeng found that he couldn't see through this young Taoist priest for a while, as if everything he could see just now was deliberately revealed by him. Is this guy a real virtuous man with profound Taoism? Or is it a hypocritical and false Taoism that is inconsistent on the outside?

"Hehe~~ Let's talk about it after fighting. Yang Yifeng said lightly, what if you can't see through it, as long as the other party is not a real god, he is not afraid.

"Please~~" is the first to say, raised his head, the essence flashed, a golden true yuan was exposed outside the body, the body changed, a mighty full-body style chain mail replaced its original head, a long spear appeared in his hand, holding a position seven inches below the head of the gun, and the tip of the gun pointed obliquely at Yang Yifeng.

Yang Yifeng tightened the sword in his hand, and looked at the majestic Zhengyi in front of him like a god of war, with a solemn expression. Zhengyi's temperament before and after is completely different, and now he is like a god of war.

As soon as he moved, Yang Yifeng also moved at the same time, the figures of the two kept changing in the air, and the sound of swords and guns clashing was resounding. Such a clever spear technique, Yang Yifeng used a long sword to resist the shadow of the gun in the sky, Zhengyi's body changed, and the gun body danced, but the tip of the gun was always close to Yang Yifeng's body, this kind of spear skill is simply art.

Spear flowers and sword flowers bloom in the air, each with its own merits, and it is difficult to distinguish between them for a while, but Yang Yifeng intends to use them to prove his swordsmanship. Therefore, it is compared with the skill of Zhengyi. Any weapon is inseparable from this word when attacking, Yang Yifeng's swordsmanship is from the angle, there is no discipline, no moves, some are just sword intent and the purpose of the sword.

The two of them seemed to have a soul in their hearts, and they only competed with skills, and did not attach much strong power to it.

Yang Yifeng's sword is freewheeling, he can come out when he wants it, and he can accept it when he wants to, without foreshadowing and without a trace. Although Zhengyi's gun has traces to follow, it is too profound, it seems to contain changes in the avenue, and it is obscure, and Yang Yifeng can't grasp the trajectory and traces of this change, so he can't help but secretly wonder to himself.

Zhengyi is not an orthodox monk on the surface, but an immortal who enters the Tao with a gun, and his combat effectiveness is no less than that of a sword immortal who enters the Tao with a sword. I have practiced Zhengyi, who I don't know how many years, every shot follows the changes of the avenue, from simple to complex, all kinds of wonderful methods, only in one thought.

The sword shadow in Yang Yifeng's hand is differentiated, flying up and down, protecting the whole body without leakage, it seems to be relaxed, but in fact, the pressure is getting bigger and bigger. Yang Yifeng's sword intent is still far inferior to the way of the gun that Zhengyi has tempered over countless years.

Yang Yifeng was slowly at a disadvantage, but there was no defeat revealed, Yang Yifeng was puzzled, is his freewheeling sword really inferior to the way of this gun? The Three Thousand Great Avenues extend countless laws, innumerable, unknown, but ever-changing. The law of the void is to accommodate the three thousand laws, and to remain unchanged and changeable.

The sword of the heart is played to the limit, it is the sword of tolerance, containing everything, such as the vast void, chaos.

Zhengyi's face remained unchanged, his heart was moved, was there still a sword shadow in front of him? How could he feel that these sword shadows were not sword shadows, as if they were like a chaotic starry sky, boundless and unattainable. The powerlessness in his mind slowly expanded, and no matter how the tip of the spear changed, it seemed that it could not cut through the void and break through the chaos.

Yang Yifeng smiled, the comprehension of the law of the void is the right way to develop in the future, and everything else is a small path, which can be used or discarded. Only those who belong to themselves are the right ones. The doubts are solved, the knots in the heart are eliminated, the direction is already there, and the mood is greatly improved, and sure enough, only fighting is the best way to improve cultivation.

"Congratulations~!" Shocking saw all this in his eyes, extremely happy, Yang Yifeng finally had a clear direction, and it all had to be discovered and realized by himself.