battle master

Chapter 668 Shameless!
"boom!"

The two mighty energies collided violently.

The powerful force directly formed a huge mushroom cloud in this ancient battle world.

Within a radius of tens of thousands of meters, the sky and the earth collapsed, and the sun and the moon shattered.

Countless storms, constantly manifesting, with waves that destroy everything, wantonly spread towards the surroundings. Wherever they went, mountains and mountains were instantly smashed into rubble, and countless storms forcibly rolled Looking at everything, for a moment, in this entire space, it seemed to form a land of disaster!
"Pumppump!"

in this one.

There are many disciples who dodge and are not in a hurry. Their bodies are knocked out heavily. With their kingly realm, they will be knocked away by the overflowing power. This shows how terrifying and frightening the evolutionary power of the two is!
"puff……!"

Blood spurted.

At the moment when the spear of the devil's prison completely pierced through the evil spirit, Yi Xuan couldn't bear it anymore and flew backwards.

This shot was so powerful that it not only pierced through the evil spirit, but also seriously injured Yi Xuan in the evil spirit's body.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Covered in blood, Yi Xuan forcibly got up and walked away, staring at the figure in the opposite with a ferocious face, the almost unforgettable hatred was shining in his eyes, and he was swallowing like a chill. .

Opposite him.

Wu Yangyu also appeared there with a pale face. At this moment, Wu Yangyu was not much better than Yi Xuan.

After using all the powers of [Blood Prison], Wu Yangyu's blood energy was almost exhausted, and the immortal power in his body had reached the limit of exhaustion.

Not to mention the heavy loss of the immortal battle body, even the immortal battle suit has been completely disintegrated, unable to evolve!

Both loses!

The situation in front of him is clearly a posture of losing both sides.

"Chong!"

With a mouthful of true energy, Yi Xuan's eyes burst out with murderous intent:

"Even if you succeed in cultivating [Blood Prison], what will change? You are still defeated, and now you have no ability to resist!"

Wisps of sword energy were slowly inhaled, and matched with Yi Xuan's ferocious face, at this moment, he wished he could chop Wu Yangyu down with a single blow.

Hate!

Outrageous hatred!
Although Yi Xuan didn't know anything about Wu Yangyu, his hatred for Wu Yangyu surpassed anyone else. Originally, everything would go smoothly. He successfully escaped from the Prison Hall, and then joined the Hall of Glory, becoming the Glory Hall. The core members of the temple, and even the pivotal figures in the hall of glory.

but.

With the appearance of Wu Yangyu, all this changed, even after Wu Yangyu successfully cultivated [Blood Prison], he became a laughing stock directly.

That [Blood Prison] unique skill that he ignored, and even insulted, was actually cultivated by others. Doesn't this mean that he is not as good as Wu Yangyu!

Thinking of these things, he didn't hate Wu Yangyu so much.

"Did you lose?"

Wu Yangyu stood up reluctantly, his body was on the verge of falling, and he seemed to be barely standing, but there was a trace of coldness and playfulness on his face:
"Shh!"

The fingers are moving slightly.

As the spiritual patterns and divine patterns intertwined one after another, the terrifying aura of killing unexpectedly condensed again.

"what?!"

At such a scene, Yi Xuan's expression changed drastically.

That body couldn't help trembling. His injuries were obviously much lighter than Wu Yangyu's. At least, he could still control weapons and activate his true energy, but...he still ignored it a little bit.

Wu Yangyu is not just a martial arts practitioner.

He is also a cultivator of the way of the god pattern and the way of formation!
Sensing the terrifying aura coming from the opposite side, Yi Xuan's expression is constantly changing. At this moment, it's time for him to make a decision.

Once Wu Yangyu mobilized the evolved divine patterns and formations in his hands, he would have absolutely no chance of resisting, and it would even cause him terrible harm.

"Either die or lose!"

Staring at Yi Xuan indifferently, there was no mercy in Wu Yangyu's voice.

As a disciple cultivated by the Prison Hall, Yi Xuan received all the glory of the Prison Hall, but in the end turned back to the Prison Hall. This kind of practice can be called a wolf-hearted dog. Therefore, Wu Yangyu naturally does not need to have any sympathy.

"Chong!"

The long sword was tightly clenched, and Yi Xuan's teeth were biting his lips fiercely. At this moment, he needed a choice, a judgment, and an answer!
Everyone watched this scene quietly, no one would choose to make a move.

"My patience...is limited!"

Wu Yangyu's expression became colder and colder, and his voice contained a domineering killing intent. He locked on to Yi Xuan, and while he was speaking, he moved his palms, and the shadows and runes intertwined and flashed rapidly. To kill.

"I surrender!"

Yi Xuan's body was shaken violently, and finally, he gritted his teeth and stared at Wu Yangyu, and roared in a low voice with extremely resentful eyes.

"Won!?"

Although the voice of such an answer is not loud, it is enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

The entire group of Prison Palace froze for a moment, and then showed ecstasy.

This battle does not have any substantive rewards, but it is a kind of dignity and a symbol, which is the protection of the dignity of the prison hall.

"thump……"

After receiving Yi Xuan's answer, Wu Yangyu's face became even paler, unable to stand still, and fell to the ground weakly on his back.

Strong support? !
This scene instantly made Yi Xuan realize that Wu Yangyu's remaining power was exhausted, and everything he showed just now was just an appearance, for the purpose of paralyzing himself.

I was fooled!

"I kill you!"

Immediately, a great sense of humiliation spread in Yi Xuan's heart, and it exploded crazily.

"boom!"

The long sword in his hand was raised fiercely, and the sword energy evolved again in an instant.

The original glory, dignity, status, and even everything disappeared with his surrender. Thinking of these, how could he bear it in his heart.

"Shameless!"

Such a scene was beyond the imagination of those present.

Who would have expected that Yi Xuan would be so shameless that after admitting defeat, he would still make a move, and even, it was too late to rescue him!

For a moment, the sword energy flickered and directly charged at Wu Yangyu, clearly not giving Wu Yangyu any chance to dodge. Moreover, even if Wu Yangyu wanted to dodge now, it was powerless for him who was already exhausted.

"roll!"

Seeing that this sword was about to cut Wu Yangyu down, there was a loud sound of anger in the space.

"boom!"

A huge handprint opened and closed, exuding a look of contempt, forming a simple imprint, and slapped it down heavily.

"puff……"

"Crack!"

Yi Xuan didn't have much strength to fight back. At this moment, under this palm, blood spurted wildly, and the muscles and bones on his body were even more shattered.

"Om..."

above the void.

The ancient and tyrannical aura quickly intertwined and stirred.

A stooped old man in gray robe slowly appeared in it.

The other party's seemingly cloudy eyes had been replaced by divine light, staring at the ground as if breathing fire. Yi Xuan, who was screaming in pain, had an intertwined anger and killing intent on his face.

"It's Elder Yuan!"

Looking at the person who made the move, all the disciples in the prison hall who were still worried at first breathed a sigh of relief.

If Elder Yuan hadn't made the move, I'm afraid Yi Xuan would have succeeded this time.

"Shameless bastard, my Prison Hall actually has a disciple like you. Back then, our Prison Hall members were really blind!"

The voice shook the sky, and Elder Yuan was obviously really angry!
"From now on! Yi Xuan, no longer a disciple of my Prison Palace, and will have nothing to do with my Prison Palace from now on!"

Anger dissipated, Elder Yuan shouted again.

This voice spread throughout the ten directions.

Enough for everyone to hear.

Expelled from prison?This is clearly two different things from defeating the Prison Hall disciples and leaving the Prison Hall independently, both in terms of prestige and status, there is a world of difference.

Listening to Elder Yuan's words, Yi Xuan, who was still screaming in pain, suddenly became stiff for a while. After spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, he could no longer bear such a blow. Eyes closed, completely passed out.

"Shh..."

the same moment.

A light and shadow stepped out from the void.

Quickly appeared beside Yi Xuan.

The other party is also an old man.

Dressed in a white robe, exuding a sacred aura, with long light yellow hair, dancing with the wind, she is extraordinary!

However, after seeing Yi Xuan's injury, two angry rays of light could not help flashing in those eyes:

"Elder Yuan...you've gone too far! This is just a move of the younger generation. As an elder of the Fighting God Sect, you are secretly ruthless. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed?"

"Hmph... ridiculed? Old monster Qingsong, you people in the Hall of Glory really talk like farts. No wonder Yi Xuan couldn't wait to join the Hall of Glory. It turns out that he is the most compatible with you! Obviously Yi Xuan You have already conceded defeat, but you are still attacking my Prison Hall disciple. If I hadn’t stopped him in time, I’m afraid my Prison Hall disciple would have already fallen. How should you settle this account? Could it be that... you really think that there is no one in my Prison Hall? Everyone can't be bullied!"

"boom!"

Elder Yuan, under the rage, divine power permeates!

The terrifying fluctuations radiated out, and the whole person was like an enraged god, and even the entire ancient battle world began to emit a terrifying fighting spirit.

"That's right, what Elder Yuan said is right, it's obvious that Yi Xuan doesn't know shame, and dares to do it after admitting defeat, hehe, is this Elder Qingsong here to make a joke?"

In the prison hall, some disciples couldn't help muttering.

Intentionally or not, the voice was clearly heard.

Elder Qingsong's old face is so ugly.

This time, he really didn't take it seriously.

Yi Xuan's behavior was really too shameless, and, in front of so many people, he couldn't even refute it.

"Hehe...Wu Yangyu! You are indeed a genius of my God-fighting Sect, you missed me!"

Elder Qingsong, with twinkling eyes, staggered away from Elder Yuan, and looked directly at Wu Yangyu. In the twinkling eyes, it was clearly visible that there was a terrifying killing intent looming in it...

(End of this chapter)