battle master

Chapter 479 Ten Rounds!

"This is?!"

Looking at the posture of the rounds of bloody suns flying into the sky, everyone's expressions could not help but change drastically.

"Blood sea, blood sun... This is clearly the blood burning god's unique skill [Blood Yang Burning Heaven Art]!"

Finally, someone couldn't help but yelled.

"It is rumored that the demon master obtained a seed of artistic conception, which seems to be a seed of the way of blood energy, and he killed the blood burning god, and he may have obtained the cultivation method of [Blood Yang Burning Heaven Art] from the other party. "

Although this statement is indeed the most likely reason.

but.

There is a key condition in this.

Even if Wu Yangyu obtained the artistic conception seed of the blood energy attribute, it would take a long time to comprehend the true meaning of [Blood Yang Burning Heaven Art] from it.

And now.

The rounds of great suns that Wu Yangyu has evolved are clearly showing up continuously, and the power of such evolution proves that Wu Yangyu has achieved great success in this [Blood Sun Burning Heaven Art].

"If this is the case, the aptitude of this demon master is too evil."

Facing the surrounding discussions, Gui Jiao couldn't help curling his lips.

Ordinary people don't know, but he has fought against Wu Yangyu many times, but he is very clear about how evil Wu Yangyu is.

Such a scene.

Not only did it attract everyone's attention, even all the strong men including Fairy Chu Yu also looked at the void one after another.

"You little demon master can actually make me use my martial soul, you deserve to die!"

Riding the sky, Mo Peng's figure skyrocketed, and behind him, the huge phantom of the golden-winged roc turned from virtual to real, and between the flapping of its wings, thousands of golden lights were set off.

"Boom!"

Wu Yangyu's face remained unchanged, the palms were intertwined, and within the sea of ​​blood, nine rounds of blood suns rose quickly into the sky.

The sun is rolling, and the scorching power is quickly dissipated.

And at the same time, a bloody aura radiated in the entire sky.

Obviously.

At the same time, Wu Yangyu unfolded his own bloody mood.

The rolling evil power, combined with the scorching blood sea power, clearly surpassed the level and power of the Blood Burning God in the past.

Seeing this scene, those present almost felt that their nerves were about to become numb.

"Nine rounds of blood sun... It is the power of the blood sun to burn the sky, this demon master is a bit interesting."

In Qiongqi chariot.

Yi Tianming's eyes moved slightly, and his voice spread slowly.

Among them, there seemed to be a kind of affirmation of Wu Yangyu, but after careful consideration, one could feel a trace of disdain in this tone.

Obviously.

In the eyes of the other party, Wu Yangyu has reached the extreme.

"This guy, I feel, he hasn't reached his limit yet!"

A person dressed in white was hunting, embracing the ancient sword, with a negative tone in his tone, obviously refuting Yi Tianming.

Although the voices of the two are not loud, they are enough to be easily noticed by those who are interested.

"The ancient sword in white, isn't that Jun Baiyi among the top ten powerhouses? It is rumored that this person has comprehended the supreme sword intent, and his swordsmanship is as good as the sky, and some people have said that his true strength is not Inferior to Yi Tianming..."

"That's true...Moreover, the two don't seem to have a good relationship, otherwise, the words wouldn't be so straightforward."

In the divine sense, fluctuations in communication spread, and what's more, whispers have already begun.

"Hmph, since that's the case, let's wait and see."

Being refuted by Jun Baiyi in this way, Yi Tianming was obviously displeased for a while, and directly opened his mouth and said.

"Boom!"

Dancing in the sky!

Mo Peng's body was shimmering with golden light, as if he had merged with the huge golden-winged roc above the void. Between spreading his wings, all the boundless sharp edges slashed away. As his palm opened, his five fingers turned into hundred-meter roc claws. Grab it at will, and then open up a series of broken and collapsed spaces.

"open!"

Riding the nine blood suns, Wu Yangyu's bloody aura rolled all over his body, vividly displaying the bloody mood.

The artistic conception of blood evil itself is the attribute of blood energy, and [Blood Yang Burning the Sky Jue] is the unique skill of subjugating the country. With Wu Yangyu's own blood energy filled posture, all the conditions are matched together, nine rounds of blood sun fall into the sky, and the scorching power is released , as if it could burn for nine days.

"Pong!"

When the two fought against each other, in the instant of contact, infinite divine power burst out, and under the collapse of the sky, the space with a radius of a hundred miles began to collapse.

Underneath the two, an ancient mountain trembled out of thin air, and as it danced with the wind, the sand all over the sky began to rise rapidly. Obviously, under the impact of the two forces, it could no longer bear it, and it was directly turned into dust.

In the surrounding area, large areas of ancient trees, mountains and rivers all formed destructive damage, and a silver dragon-like waterfall was swept upside down by this mighty force, hitting the sky high.

Those who watched the battle all felt the violent power that was sweeping around them, and their figures flew upside down in unison, crazily rushing into the sky, avoiding the astonishing killing.

Only Fairy Chu Yu, Jun Baiyi, Yi Tianming and other top ten powerhouses can withstand the power, but no one has discovered that there are still two figures among them who have not left.

Ghost Jiao and Fatty Xia Liu.

Of the two, the former was originally a king, with all the trump cards and means, even Wu Yangyu himself was not sure that he could defeat the other party.

But the latter, Xia Liu, obviously did not look too domineering. If such a posture was seen by other people, he would probably be surprised.

"Wow!"

The golden roc claw continued to wave.

In the golden glow all over the sky, the entire starry sky was torn apart by the claw marks.

Break the sky with one hand!

Mo Peng's gesture is so powerful!

Facing the terrifying Peng Claw, even Wu Yangyu himself couldn't help but feel serious. He knew that he still underestimated these top ten powerhouses.

"Boom!"

With his palm turned upside down, Wu Yangyu crazily urged the nine rounds of blood sun, and fought back without showing any weakness.

The golden and blood-colored energies collided with each other, like two terrifying storms, biting and tearing each other rapidly, and the power produced was like a huge tsunami, rolling the entire starry sky.

"Roar!"

After a long time of not succeeding, Mo Peng was obviously furious to the extreme. The golden brilliance all over his body had already rushed out of the shackles and illuminated the whole world.

In the back, more bright candles began to form.

"It's 'Daoyuan Candlelight'!"

Those present did not know what this meant.

Mo Peng actually turned on his own 'Taoyuan Candlelight', which clearly has begun to use all his strength.

"Shh!"

His eyes burst out with divine light.

Wu Yangyu's face became more serious.

Seeing that the densely packed 'Daoyuan Candles' actually reached more than 30, gathered together, shining brilliantly, and crushed by tyrannical power, even he had to start to be vigilant.

but.

But Wu Yangyu didn't turn on her own 'Daoyuan Candle'!
just now.

Obviously not the best time yet.

This Mo Peng was only the last among the top ten powerhouses. If all the trump cards were to be revealed now, it would not be a good thing for Wu Yangyu.

"In this case... then, let's start with you!"

The mind changes instantly.

Wu Yangyu had already made a judgment.

However, compared to Wu Yangyu, there were many people present who saw the key point.

"This demon master has not turned on his own 'Daoyuan Candle' until now. I am afraid it is not surprising in terms of numbers. If this is the case, it is unwise to activate the 'Daoyuan Candle'. However, he is in the 'Daoyuan Candle'. If it can’t be opened on Yuan Candle, then, in this battle, he is doomed.”

"That's right, that's exactly the case. Once the 'Daoyuan Candlelight' is turned on, Mo Peng's fighting power will soar!"

Amidst the discussion, the expression on the face of the Ghost Jiao flying across the void began to become strange.

Others may not know it, but he knows that if Wu Yangyu really turns on his own 'Taoyuan Candle', the supernatural power displayed should be able to suppress Mo Peng.

"This guy seems to have other means...Wu Yangyu, how many cards do you have?"

Staring at Wu Yangyu with both eyes, Gui Jiao's voice came out slowly.

"Die!"

in the void.

With the opening of the 'Daoyuan Candlelight', Mo Peng's power surged, his whole body looked like a golden god, and a tyrannical aura permeated it.

Indistinctly, there was a long cry of divine birds, and they began to plunder continuously.

The sound pierced the sky and tore apart the shackles. Behind him, the phantom of the golden roc became more and more condensed, as if it was one with him from ancient times. There was boundless light lingering all over his body, and huge roc claws became fiercer and fiercer. It rushed towards Wu Yangyu like a storm.

The sky cracked, roaring and shaking!
Among the powers in the distance, there were many people who fell heavily. Under the terrifying roar and coercion, they completely lost their balance. The ancient giants even cracked open, and dust was scattered all over the sky in an instant.

"Pumppump!"

Nine rounds of bloody sun appeared with a sound of shattering, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, they were directly blown away by the Peng claws, as if Mo Peng at this moment had transformed into an ancient golden wing Dapeng, unstoppable!
The huge phantom of the golden-winged roc, wrapped in a golden divine light, looks like an unsheathed golden sword. As it moves through the air, it is clear that the sea of ​​blood controlled by Wu Yangyu is rolling backwards!

"Dead!"

On Qiongqi's chariot, Yi Tianming judged with a smug smile on his face.

While speaking, the other party's eyes were also clearly looking at Jun Baiyi who was holding a sword in the distance.

Facing Yi Tianming's sneer, Jun Baiyi still embraced the ancient sword with both arms, as if he didn't feel anything, but in his eyes, there was a trace of sharp sword light shining, staring closely at the void The figure of the sea of ​​blood.

"open……"

really.

At the moment when the nine blood suns were shattered, Wu Yangyu's voice spread again, and another nine blood suns rolled away.

"It's useless, just nine days, and you are trying to compete against me. Today, you will die!"

Amidst the roar of thunder, Mo Peng controlled the golden-winged roc, soaring to the sky, wrapped in a sharp golden light, and beheaded Wu Yangyu like a peerless sword unsheathed.

"Nine rounds of blood days are useless...so, ten rounds!"

(End of this chapter)