"Boom!"

A deep voice suddenly rang out between the palms of the fists.

Even though the thunder dragon continued to roar, releasing bursts of dazzling electricity, but unfortunately, under the terrifying aura strangulation above the palm of the Holy Gate Tianjiao, the thunder dragon was defeated and retreated.

A moment later, under Yang Hao's somewhat heavy expression, the thunder light shining on his arm completely dissipated, and the purple-gold arm of the Holy Gate Tianjiao was sandwiched with a violently fluctuating aura palm, and slapped heavily on Yang Hao's arm.

"Bang!"

The spiritual power of this palm was so powerful, accompanied by a loud noise, Yang Hao's body was directly shocked and flew out.

After the body that flew out upside down pulled out a phantom in the air, his feet slammed into the ground, and under the strong thrust, the body still slid backwards rapidly, causing two parallel cracks to be cut on the ground of the bluestone slab.

"Oops! It seems that Yang Hao has fallen into the upper hand. Ah Hu frowned and said with some concern.

Indeed, in Yang Hao's countless battles, the Thunder Dragon Fist, which had evolved several times, was defeated so completely for the first time, and in this kind of battle, if the first opportunity was lost, then the subsequent battles would be a little unpleasant.

After the figure had been retreating for more than ten zhang, Yang Hao's body stopped, but before he could catch his breath for a moment, a purple-gold figure flashed in his dark eyes, and a chill quickly came from his back.

"Brush!"

The black spear carried a cold wind. Strangely appeared behind Yang Hao.

The tip of Sen Han's spear was like a dagger, and at a tricky and vicious angle, it stabbed at the back of Yang Hao's heart.

If he was stabbed, there was no doubt that Yang Hao would lose this battle, not only would he not be able to obtain those two important earth spirits, but even his own spiritual power would be sealed for three months.

In the eyes of the spectators in the audience, who were mixed with drama and schadenfreude, the sharp tip of the gun was about to pierce Yang Hao's heart.

At this moment, Yang Hao's face instantly became grim, his eyes narrowed, a handprint changed in his hand, and he burst into a shout in his heart.

"Crane Shadow Walk, Shadowless!"

After drinking secretly, the white light behind Yang Hao flashed, and an abnormal white crane spread its huge wings that were enough to cover the sky, and after a long roar, Yang Hao's body instantly disappeared in place.

"Brush!"

The black spear brought an afterimage, piercing through the void, and at the same time, the tip of the spear that was enough to shatter the tough mountain stone was also easily inserted into the ground of the bluestone slab.

As a high-level body martial art, the Crane Shadow Step has two realms, one is shadowless, and the other is traceless. As early as the time of the Seven Xuanzong, Yang Hao cultivated it to the highest level in the hands of Boss Bai, but the spiritual power consumed by these two moves was too huge, so Yang Hao would definitely not use it easily until the last resort.

The white crane shadow flashed, and Yang Hao's figure had already appeared behind the Holy Gate Tianjiao, and the positions of the two were completely reversed almost instantly.

Yang Hao's gaze was cold, and then the Nebula Sword in his right hand turned into azure light, and after drawing an arc in the invisible void, it slashed into the purple-gold back shoulder of the Holy Gate Tianjiao.

Because it was not considered an entity, there were no terrible wounds on the body of the saint Tianjiao, but the extremely condensed purple-gold light was quietly dimmed a little.

And just as Yang Hao was about to take back the Nebula Sword, he found that the sharp blade was forcibly stuck in his body by the Holy Gate Tianjiao and could not move.

The astonishing thing continued, and the Holy Gate Tianjiao, who was already in his hand, gave up the black spear in his hand, and twisted his body exaggeratedly to the side, and the sword body of the Nebula Sword also completed the same elliptical arc.

At the same time, the Holy Gate Tianjiao's hands were clenched into fists, and the thick aura quickly spread upward, and the suddenly raised fist blade was like a knife blade, and after a sonic boom that cut through the air in the air, it fell heavily on Yang Hao's left arm that was urgently defending.

"Dang!"

Under the catharsis of the powerful power of the charged blow, it was naturally not something that could be blocked at will, and after the rippled cyclones dispersed, Yang Hao's body was blasted out again.

The attack and defense of the two have achieved the most extreme point, and both are full of strength, but now it seems that no one has taken too much advantage of the other party.

Although the performance of both was very good, in the eyes of the illusory old man, it was undoubtedly Yang Hao's combat performance that was even better, because in the old man's memory, this disciple of his own sect had already crushed a martial artist with a condensed element when he was eight times out of the ordinary.

I didn't expect to meet Yang Hao now, but under the same level, he was the first to be slashed by the former, although he also found some factories later, and it was obvious who had a slight advantage under such a result.

"It is worthy of Senior Brother Yang Hao, he has found a glimmer of opportunity under such a dangerous battle. If I were on stage, I was afraid I wouldn't have lasted a round. Still reminiscing about the wonderful battle of Fang Cai's electric flint, Jian Chen shook his head and said with a helpless wry smile.

"Hey, we're getting farther and farther away from Yang Hao. Hopefully, we'll be able to stand behind him then. Ah Hu looked at the thin figure on the high platform and sighed.

"He is worthy of being an elite disciple of the Ancient Sect, and he is a very tricky guy. Because most of the opponent's last punch hit Yang Hao's chest, and there was also a trace of blood on the corner of Yang Hao's mouth.

On the other side, the purple-gold figure pulled out the Nebula Sword stuck in his body at will, and then a pair of slightly hollow eyes seemed to have a trace of extremely strong fiery battle intent.

Although this is just a shadow, it is completely rubbed on that Tianjiao's body, and naturally it also replicates his transcendent arrogance and fighting intent, it is a small loss that has never suffered before, and under the strong stimulation, a trace of pride belonging to his body behind the shadow is completely activated.

On Mu Ran's face, there seemed to be an incomprehensible expression, and after a while, Shengmen Tianjiao's lips moved with some difficulty.

"The body is boiling.. Got up. Then, his eyes slowly looked at Yang Hao's face, and then his body turned into a purple gold light and rushed towards this Yang Hao.

This time, the Holy Gate Tianjiao, who awakened the last will in his body, brought Yang Hao a sense of oppression far more than at the beginning, presumably Fang Cai's small advantage would never be so easy to succeed.

Seeing the menacing purple-gold figure, Yang Hao aimed at the target with the palm of his hand, and there was a dull sound like a drum in his body.

"Knock knock!"

After seven sounds, several half-moon-shaped aura swords flashed with thunder flashing from the palm of his hand.

The three blades roared away, and with the ultimate penetrating power, the air was easily cut away, and with the power of the rolling edge, it directly swept away the purple-gold figure that burst in.

"Not bad.. means. After commenting in admiration, the body was stunned, and the aura in the body gathered on the palm, and the surging aura was like a film of light emitting a ghostly light, and the slightly heavy palm seemed to be able to pinch and explode even the air.

The Holy Gate Tianjiao slapped out with one palm, like the hardest iron horn of the demonic beast, with a dense strong wind, it bombarded the half-moon thunder light sword strongly.

"Scratch!"

After a little confrontation, the first crescent thunder mang was like a piece of glass breaking in the blink of an eye, and the remaining two followed, which also didn't last too long, and after making a tooth-sore sound, they shattered.

In the blink of an eye, he broke through Yang Hao's three purple thunder kills, and at a distance of more than ten zhang, almost in the blink of an eye, the palm full of violent aura had already rushed to his face.

Since the two sides don't have any weapons, let's fight hard and hard.

Yang Hao's eyes also surged with strong battle intent, and several blue lightning bolts appeared on his arm, looking like a solid thunder armor from a distance.

"Boom!"

The thick and furious aura palm slammed into Lei Jia's arm, and the slightest thunder leaked out, and the fire and thunder were brilliant like fireworks.

Yang Hao steadily blocked the next blow, and immediately a thunder flower exploded at the elbow position, and under such an acceleration, his fist pulled up several residual effects and caused gusts of wind and thunder, and suddenly attacked the side face of the Zijin figure.

I saw the Zijin figure twist under his feet, his body was like light smoke drifting away, and while easily dodging Yang Hao's blow, his body also moved to the direction of Yang Hao's side.

A hint of ferocity flashed across Mu Ran's face, the air exploded under his feet, and the ferocious whip leg was like a stone pillar, forced down with an extremely heavy oppressive wind.

This leg is as fast as lightning, and it is so powerful that it can easily blast through a thick wall.

Yang Hao's eyes moved, and it was extremely unwise to force this leg to connect, so the former's body fell backwards, and after avoiding it in a thrilling way, when his body was parallel to the ground, two thunder and lightning lotus flowers exploded in his palm.

Yang Hao took advantage of this rising thrust to quickly adjust his posture in the air, and when he landed, he stomped forward with both fists and the soles of his feet, like a fierce leopard swooping away.

There is no fancy fighting skills in the two, they all attack with the simplest moves, but they are the most lethal offensives under the moves.

With the continuous fighting, Yang Hao gradually had a lot of wounds around his body, but the purple-gold figure was the same, and the brilliant light outside his body was at least half weaker than the beginning.

There was a fierce fight in front of everyone's eyes, causing the two to separate their bodies after adding a few new injuries to the degree.

This kind of battle can prove one thing, that is, both of them on the stage have a strong fighting power that does not match their own strength.

At least the strength cultivation off the field is under the somewhat jealous gaze of the martial artists with the strength of the two veins, even if they show combat effectiveness, they are not necessarily much stronger than the two on the stage.

"You are strong.... I'm satisfied. Above the purple-gold figure, the wooden face smiled at Yang Hao, and said intermittently.

"You're not bad either! Yang Hao looked at the person in front of him and said with a smile.

"Hehe, if it had been before, I would have fought you to the end. The tone was a little weird and even a little hoarse, and with the strange zombie look on his face, it made Yang Hao's scalp a little numb.

"Shall we come again?" Yang Hao asked tentatively.

The purple-gold light and shadow shook his head and said regretfully.

"No, my energy is almost dissipating now. ”

Indeed, the golden-purple light above his body was already crumbling, almost extinguished.

Because of the long-term battle with Yang Hao, although there is no feeling of pain, but the consumption in the battle is also inevitable, because there is no way to replenish energy, after this battle, the light and shadow that has been preserved in ancient times will completely disappear in the world.

"Still, I can make one last move. Barely squeezing out a smile that was more ugly than crying, the purple gold figure said lightly to Yang Hao.

"Please advise!" Yang Hao responded.

"Good! Nodding, he glanced at Yang Hao meaningfully, and the purple-gold figure slowly floated in the air under everyone's gaze.

As an elite disciple of the Sword Forging Saint Gate, this move was also the last move in his life, so the power was naturally extremely powerful.

Facing the figure that rose into the air, Yang Hao was also resolute and would not leave his hand, thinking for a moment in his heart, in order to show respect, he instantly chose the strongest move that he could use at present.

"Whoa!" In the slightly silent environment, there seemed to be the sound of ocean waves.