Emperor Tian roared, covering his panic with his terrifying sound, the sea of blood rose to the sky, the medieval blood was burning, and his hands surrounded the glory of his time.

Biting the tip of his tongue and slapping the heavenly dome, so that the ancient rules were close to extinction, the ancient laws of heaven surged out of his body, the sun and moon in his left hand, and the stars in his right hand, which were close to being controlled in his hands, and then he suppressed it fiercely towards the wind Qingyang.

This is with the help of the breath of the entire era of the Middle Ages, wanting to suppress the wind and completely shock it to death, or to take it for its own use and become an exclusive part.

When everyone in the Quartet saw this scene, they all gasped, and secretly said that they were so strong, worthy of being a strong man in the Middle Ages, although their strength had not recovered to their peak, but the combat power that broke out at this time was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

If it recovers, I'm afraid it will be even more terrifying.

"Boom, boom!" The wind howled, Da Lang rose in the sky, the wind was clear and fearless, he grabbed it in the void at will, the wind and clouds gathered, and the dragon and tiger weather came out furiously.

The mighty dragon and tiger intertwined out, breaking through the ancient Qiankun world in front of him, and at this moment, the emperor had already rushed to the front of Feng Qingyang, the pure golden armor, Fang Tian's halberd showed that it was absolutely invincible and powerful.

Open and close with the wind Qingyang, slash the void, the dragon and tiger roar, the violent mana overflows, the sky collapses, the blood rolls down, and the ancient laws collide with each other, the world of this side of the battle can be said to be completely exploded, the two are fighting with their bare hands, and the emperor holds the Fang Tian painting halberd that surpasses the supreme dao weapon, which can be said to be more and more courageous, almost inspiring all of its own fighting spirit, and the wind is clear, and the body turns into the original form of a zombie, The blue-faced fangs, the scales and the blue sky, in the blink of an eye, hundreds of rounds are staggered, the invincible physical collision, the fierce life and death struggle, for the visual impact, can be said to be extremely powerful.

The wind is clear and his face does not change, and the strength of one skill attacks the opponent's shortness, at least in his opinion, why should he not do it? Moreover, after one hundred and ten rounds of fighting, he did not even gasp, but the strength of the other party is also obvious to all, especially the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand, every time he swings it, it is forced out by the ancient law, and the impact on the flesh makes his mouth and nose bleed, as if he was forcibly crushed by the Heavenly Dao.

In the past, in terms of physical duels, no one had ever fought with him so long in close quarters, but now, half a day has passed, he can still wield a halberd to counterattack, it looks like he is evenly matched, every time he staggers is on the verge of life and death, the fierceness of this battle can not be described as shocking.

The Medieval Alliance, which is all the Ancient Tianjiao who awakened in the ancient era, this Emperor Tian is known as the king among them, if it is ranked, I am afraid that it is also extremely high, just such a person, can fight with Feng Qingyang for so long, what about the others?

Others can't see anything, but for the people on both sides of the war, they have their own feelings, in Di Tian's view, the wind is clear and hand-to-hand combat is at its peak, whether it is strength or speed, or reaction ability, it is beyond the reach of ordinary people, let alone follow, I am afraid that I can't get a glimpse of it.

And if he hadn't relied on the laws of the Middle Ages and his experience in fighting heaven and earth closely, he would have been blown up by him a long time ago. But even so, the more he fought, the more frightened he became.

The other party's calmness, as well as indifference, made his whole heart flutter, whenever he looked at the other party, he could always see the ambition flashing in his eyes, at this moment, Di Tian suddenly panicked, boom!

Blood splattered, falling into the void, and Feng Qingyang punched him in the shoulder, directly denting his golden armor, and even breaking the opponent's bones, and flesh and blood flew out along the dented armor.

The wound was bloody and blurred, and it seemed that such a wound could not be life-threatening, but in fact, it was a heavy blow to him, and the place where the shoulder was broken was his right arm.

Now that he is in control of Fang Tian's Halberd, he suddenly has a feeling that he has more than enough heart and not enough strength, the other party can always skillfully avoid the oppression of Fang Tian's Halberd at a critical moment, and instead bombard himself with strong force.

Emperor Tian looked embarrassed, but in fact, Feng Qingyang himself was not very happy, and the wounds on his body were also everywhere, even a fist-sized wound on his chest, and the flesh and blood turned out, and you could get a glimpse of the endless flow of blood in it.

He was injured by the laws of the Middle Ages, and the power of these formless and colorless laws was different from that of the Ancient Ages, or in other words, to completely explode all the laws of the Ancient Ages, at least at the level, it was much higher.

Killing people invisibly, even if it is a quasi-saint who comes here, I am afraid that it will not be able to go out of a few rounds before it will fall here, "Oh my God, they are too perverted." ”

"Such a strong body, this wind is clear and clear, it can compete with the king of the Medieval Alliance for so long, and he can also slander him, it can be described as against the sky, I am an ancient monk, and I should be proud of him. ”

Emperor Tian's heart was beating wildly, the injuries on Feng Qingyang's body did not involve the other party's roots at all, and he became more and more courageous, and his whole body climbed to the peak under the continuous fighting, and his fists were reincarnated, and with the power of the reincarnation world, he was suppressed by wisps.

This is simply meeting a super fierce man who has crossed the era, and he is not at the peak moment, if he is dead to the end, maybe he will really fall here, so thinking about it, Di Tian's heart is even more panicked, and there is already a trace of remorse in his eyes, secretly hating that he should not be in the limelight, after all, the Fire Spirit King is the first enemy of Feng Qingyang.

But the matter has come to this, there is no regret medicine in the world, the two of them tremble here, they have not died, if there is a truce, only one of them can completely fall, and the dead can not die again.

The remorse in his heart was born, and the wind was clear, it was quite shocking, this person trembled with him, and for most of the day, the strange Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand was actually able to resist his fist, what kind of magic weapon is this, doesn't it really surpass the level of the supreme dao weapon?

"No...... I can't lose...... My emperor is the overlord of the Middle Ages, how can he lose to a clown who jumps off the beam in ancient times. Di Tian's face was distorted, his calm color had all receded, and his heart was even more angry and roaring.

His former glory, his former strength, under the never-ending impact of the clear wind, made his mind suddenly waver, and in fact, this vacillation had already appeared at the moment when he had remorse, but now it was infinitely magnified.

He was once invincible for an era, crisscrossing the spiritual world, and at the peak of his time, he was able to find only a handful of opponents other than the Holy Venerable.

"I'm not reconciled. ”