In the midst of lightning and fire, Jin Feilong's punch finally came to Yang Hao, just when Jin Feilong's eyes flashed with excitement, the power of his arm swing was stronger, and the speed of his fist falling was faster, Yang Hao, who had been motionless all the time, seemed to have been scared stupid for a long time, and finally moved!

First, he raised his eyebrows, and suddenly his eyes bloomed with a deep light, and the fingers pressed on the sword of the fairy flicked lightly, and a crisp sword sound sounded, and suddenly, Jin Feilong's body trembled slightly, as if it was affected by the sword sound, and swung towards Yang Hao's fist, but it was slightly sluggish!

Although the sword roar only made Jin Feilong's fist stagnate slightly, the time was very short, and some people hadn't even finished their steps! But compared to a strong person of Yang Hao's level, in an instant, they could change the tide of the battle!

Rub!

It was as loud as the flow of spring water, and a faint roar like mosquitoes and flies fanning their wings sounded, but it was Yang Hao who drew the fairy sword at the moment when Jin Feilong's fist was stagnant, and the next moment, Jin Feilong's fist returned to its original state, and it was like a golden dragon, smashing towards Yang Hao's body, if it weren't for Yang Hao's sword sound, I'm afraid that Jin Feilong's fist had already hit Yang Hao's body deeply, with Yang Hao's body, it was not enough to resist Jin Feilong's punch, so Yang Hao shot! Like lightning, at the moment when Jin Feilong's fist recovered freely, Yang Hao waved his Immortal Sword and met Jin Feilong's golden fist!

Rumble!

Just one breath, Yang Hao's Immortal Sword collided with Jin Feilong's golden fist, and a majestic momentum suddenly spread in all directions, only to see that with Yang Hao and Jin Feilong's Immortal Sword and Golden Fist as the center, a whirlwind rose for no reason, like a virus, in an instant, it was like spreading all around, in the shape of a ring, and it spread to a hundred meters away! Within a hundred meters, there was a whirlwind, and some of the weaker disciples under the battle platform could not penetrate the whirlwind at all and see the scene inside the whirlwind!

These disciples who can't see through it are just disciples who seem to have strong strength around them, and their eyes can penetrate the whirlwind and see the scene inside the whirlwind to see what the situation is. Soon, the next whirlwind spread out without even saying hello, although the speed of diffusion was slower than that of the previous whirlwind, and the atmosphere contained was only ninety meters, far less than the hundred meters of the first whirlwind.

Soon, several whirlwinds continued to spread, and each time the power became weaker and weaker. Under the superposition of several layers of whirlwinds, some disciples could originally see through the situation inside the whirlwind, but under the superposition of several layers of whirlwinds, they couldn't see through it at all!

After a few breaths, the whirlwind finally cleared. The disciples under the battle platform raised their eyes and leaned into the center of the battle platform.

I saw that in the center of the battle platform, there were two figures standing. One was dressed in a golden robe with long flowing hair, like a god. On the other hand, he is dressed in white, with an extraordinary temperament, as elegant as a scholar, like a handsome son, and his aura is magnificent. And the scholar figure held a blue-gray ancient sword, with a faint smile on his face, his eyes were as deep as the starry sky, and a sword stabbed out and landed on the fist of the golden figure. Even though the whirlwind had completely dispersed, there was still a raging wind around Jin Feilong's fist and Yang Hao's Immortal Sword, which was many times stronger than the whirlwind, and I didn't know how many times more dangerous it was.

But around these violent winds, fists as colored as gold swept in, and when the wind swept in, not even a single fur could be shaved, let alone threaten the fists of the golden dragon. And the palm holding the fairy sword is as crystal clear as white jade, and the light is flowing, it is not a mortal bone at all, it is like a fairy body, and the wind blows on the hand of such a fairy, how can it hurt Yang Hao's left hand, which is as powerful as the body of a fairy?

"It seems that your fist is very hard! I was hit in the center of your fist by my sword, which is your weakest place, but even though I have found out the weakness of your fist, and I have stabbed the weakness of your fist by my sword, but your fist has not been damaged in the slightest, not even a sword mark has been left. I have to say that you, who are very arrogant and arrogant, do have arrogant capital when you have no one in your eyes. Yang Hao grinned.

Jin Feilong is indeed very powerful, once again refreshing his status in Yang Hao's heart, but it is still not enough to make Yang Hao dignified.

"Hmph!" Jin Feilong snorted coldly, quickly retracted his fist, and without looking at it, Jin Feilong had already found that his fist was not damaged through his divine sense, thanks to the golden dragon that escaped into his fist, if it wasn't for the golden dragon, I was afraid that Yang Hao's sword had already pierced his fist! While Jin Feilong was shocked by the power of Yang Hao's sword, he was also glad that he was fortunate that he was not afraid of hardships, and he had worked hard to raise the imperial dragon qi for many years, and today it finally came to use and saved his fist!

"Huh!" Yang Hao smiled, and instantly withdrew his Immortal Sword, horizontal in front of his body, the fingers of his right hand flicked lightly on it, and suddenly, Yang Hao felt that a hair fell on the Immortal Sword, which was naturally the hair on Jin Feilong's fist, although Yang Hao did not hurt Jin Feilong's fist, but that was because Jin Feilong's fist had a golden dragon as its body, but the hair that grew on the fist, the golden dragon was too lazy to protect, even if the hair was injured, Jin Feilong would not be harmed, naturally Yang Hao's Immortal Sword would stab the hair on Jin Feilong's fist！

This doesn't look like anything to the Golden Divine Dragon, but in the eyes of the disciples under the battle platform, Yang Hao injured a hair on the top of Jin Feilong's fist, doesn't it mean that Yang Hao is more powerful than Jin Feilong?!

Suddenly, the disciples under the battle platform let out an exclamation.

"Okay, you Tang Xuanzang!" Jin Feilong grinned, Yang Hao hurt him a hair is actually nothing, but his fist failed to hurt Yang Hao a hair, naturally, the gap came out, although this is not a gap that is not a gap, but it is also a gap, naturally on the bright side, Jin Feilong is slightly inferior to Yang Hao!

"You're polite, you're polite!" Yang Hao hugged his sword and smiled, although Jin Feilong was dissatisfied, but what could it be? The facts are the facts, he Yang Hao was unscathed, but he Jin Feilong was injured by himself to a hair, this is undeniable. If he wants to complain about his golden dragon, he should complain about his golden dragon! Who told his golden dragon to only protect his fists, not his hair?