Sword Emperor of the Astonishing Sky

The fists collided, and the strength of the initial stage of Daluo Daoguo continued to burst out.

The first son of God, Yan Congjiao, of the Nine Nether Demon Palace, and the Tiandao clan, Tang Muzhi, the pride, were evenly matched, and it was hard to tell who would win!

The earth-shaking sound came from the sky above Tianjian Peak, and the surrounding wind and snow were constantly shattered, revealing the clear sky within a radius of ten thousand miles from Tianjian Peak.

The two fought lively, and the warriors watching the battle were also lively. The warriors from the East and North regions shouted:

"Good fight!"

"Tang Muzhi, kill him!"

"First son of God, no matter which sect you come from, as long as you are a warrior from the East, then fight for our East!"

The warriors from the North naturally cheered Tang Muzhi.

On the other hand, many warriors from the East had prejudices against the Nine Nether Demon Palace, and even hated it.

But seeing the First Son of God fighting for the East Region at this moment, many East Region warriors were quite moved, and their prejudices and disgust were gradually put down.

Tang Muzhi and the First Son of God seemed to have not heard the voices of the people around them at all. They were immersed in the focused competition.

"I really didn't expect that your strength could compete with mine?"

"I underestimated you."

Tang Muzhi twisted his wrist, and while his face showed surprise, he also recognized the strength of the First Son of God.

The First Son of God raised his hair in front of his forehead and chuckled: "You are not bad. There are not many people in the world who can catch my punch without falling down!"

The conversation between the two made many warriors on Tianjian Peak smile and shake their heads, including Lin Bai and Bu Junfeng, who felt like they were hiding their faces.

"Then take another punch from me!"

The First Son of God's face sank, and he immediately clenched his five fingers into a fist, bursting with momentum, stirring up the world.

Behind the First Son of God, the space was strangely distorted, and the black fog that covered the sky and the sun enveloped it, turning into a hideous face.

On that face, a pair of blood-red eyes opened slightly, staring at Tang Muzhi.

"The technique of a great supernatural being!"

The young man sitting next to Bu Junfeng exclaimed, and Lin Bai and Bu Junfeng also instantly felt the power of this punch.

This does not seem to be an ordinary supernatural power, but a technique of a great supernatural being!

Wang Zhengyang, the Saint of Wansheng Mountain, is indeed a good child who studies hard. He can see the origin of the supernatural power used by the First Son of God at a glance.

"It's the Heavenly Demon Fist of the Nine Nether Demon Palace!"

Wang Zhengyang explained softly: "One hundred thousand years ago, there was a sect in the Eastern Region of the Demon Realm called 'Heavenly Demon Sect', and the inherited Taoist method was the Heavenly Demon Fist."

"But one hundred thousand years ago, with the rise of the Nine Nether Demon Palace, that saint king dominated the world and destroyed the Heavenly Demon Sect."

"And the inherited Taoist method of the Heavenly Demon Sect naturally fell into the hands of the Nine Nether Demon Palace."

Speaking of this, Wang Zhengyang paused and continued: "One hundred thousand years ago, the Heavenly Demon Sect was considered one of the top forces in the Eastern Region of the Demon Realm. This move of the great supernatural power was once a famous technique in the Demon Realm!"

Lin Bai had a slight bitter smile on his face. How come Wang Zhengyang was more familiar with and understood the great supernatural power of the Nine Nether Demon Palace than he was.

The First Son of God clenched his five fingers into a fist, and the shadow of the Heavenly Demon condensed behind him roared, and the rolling sound waves shook the surrounding space.

After a roar, the First Son of God suddenly punched out. The terrifying power condensed into substance and turned into a black beam of light, heading straight for Tang Muzhi.

"Come on!"

Tang Muzhi's eyes widened. Facing such a fierce attack from the First Son of God, he did not dodge or evade, but laughed crazily.

He immediately mobilized all his energy and withstood the First Son of God's fierce punch!

But at the same time, he was also knocked back thousands of meters away!

"Withstood it?"

"Again, the power of the flesh?"

"Is it the Primordial God Clan again?"

Seeing Tang Muzhi resist this "Great Divine Power" technique with the power of his flesh, Lin Bai and others were slightly surprised.

Although the First Son of God only has the cultivation of the initial stage of the Daluo Dao Fruit Realm and cannot exert the full power of the Great Divine Power Technique, this is the technique of the Great Divine Power after all, far exceeding other magical powers.

It is impossible to resist head-on with physical strength, unless Tang Muzhi also possesses magical powers similar to those of the Barbarians and the Sun God Body.

"No!"

As a warrior of the Northern Territory, Bu Junfeng shook his head and said at the first moment: "This is... Demonic Dragon Transformation!"

"It is also a technique of a great master!"

Demonic Dragon Transformation? ... Lin Bai and others set their eyes on Tang Muzhi, who was repelled about a thousand meters, and indeed found something strange.

At this moment, Tang Muzhi's body was covered with layers of neatly arranged illusory scales, covering his entire body, even his face was clearly exposed.

These scales constantly changed between illusion and reality, and finally stabilized on the real thing.

It was as if a layer of golden scales grew on Tang Muzhi's body, covering his entire body!

Wang Zhengyang, the Saint of Wansheng Mountain, frowned and thought for a while, then said, "Demon Dragon Transformation? Is this the secret inheritance left by the 'Demon Taoist' many years ago?"

"I didn't expect this technique to fall into the hands of the Northern Territory?"

Bu Junfeng smiled and said, "Although the territory of Wansheng Mountain is known as the burial place of the ancient sages, not all of them are in the territory of Wansheng Mountain, but some of them have fallen into the territory of the Northern Territory."

Wang Zhengyang did not comment on this, and slowly said, "If I am not mistaken, this should be a magic created by the warriors who admired the cultivation method of the demon clan back then?"

Worship the cultivation method of the demon race? ... Lin Bai whispered this sentence softly.

Bu Junfeng nodded and said: "This can almost be traced back to the prehistoric times!"

"When the human race was weak, they worshipped the powerful strength and physique of the demon race, so many predecessors pondered and finally imitated the cultivation method of the demon race and created a unique cultivation technique!"

"In ancient times and pre-ancient times, this kind of cultivation method was called 'demon cultivation'."

Demon cultivation! ... Lin Bai opened his eyes slightly.

These two words have almost disappeared in the long river of history, only because the current level of the martial arts world is extremely high, the human race has developed a unique cultivation system for the human race, and no longer needs to borrow the cultivation method of the demon race!

But in the prehistoric times, "demon cultivation" also once shined brightly and made great contributions to the establishment of the human race!

...

Tang Muzhi seemed to be wearing a layer of dragon scales and golden armor, which looked particularly magical and extraordinary.

After he withstood the punch from the First Son of God, he raised his head slightly, and a strange light gradually appeared in his black and white eyes.

His eyes gradually turned into a pair of golden vertical pupils, and even the illusion of dragon horns grew on his head!

"Come again!"

Tang Muzhi laughed wildly, flew towards the First Son of God, and punched down with his fist covered with dragon scales, shattering the void.

The First Son of God was not to be outdone, and the demonic energy was surging all over his body, and the phantom of the demon behind him kept roaring fiercely.

A demon and a monster fought fiercely in mid-air, and both sides used the most advanced techniques of the great masters, and every collision was accompanied by a loud and earth-shattering sound.

The two countered each other's moves, and after hundreds of rounds, there was still no winner.

The young man sitting next to Bu Junfeng watched for a while and then laughed: "It seems that they are evenly matched. In the end, it will probably be a competition of who will be exhausted first?"

"Not necessarily!" Lin Bai and Bu Junfeng were both paying close attention to this battle. After hearing the young man's words, they said almost in unison.

The young man was surprised to hear this. If someone refuted his point of view, he could accept it, after all, everyone has different opinions.

But Lin Bai and Bu Junfeng refuted at the same time, which made the young man feel a little surprised.

Bu Junfeng smiled at Lin Bai: "Brother Lin also saw it?"

Lin Bai's face was not very good, nodded and said: "The First Son of God has fallen into the trap! Tang Muzhi is going to change his tactics."

Bu Junfeng chuckled: "Yes, although the First Son of God is strong, it seems that he has little practical experience."

"Although Tang Muzhi appears to be extremely arrogant, he is actually a man of great skill. He has led the First Son of God into his trap step by step!"

The young man and the man in black robe were surprised by this. They obviously did not see Tang Muzhi's actions, and even Wang Zhengyang was confused!

Suddenly at this moment.

Tang Muzhi, who was in a fierce confrontation with the First Son of God, showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth when it was barely noticeable.

A pair of golden wings suddenly appeared behind him, causing his speed to suddenly increase, and he quickly crossed the defense line set up by the First Son of God.

With two bangs, he quickly punched out, breaking all the defenses on the First Son of God, and then his fists like swords fell on the First Son of God.

"Ah!" A shrill scream came, and the First Son of God was blown away by Tang Muzhi's punch.

The fist that was as powerful as a bamboo and could split mountains and split peaks made the First Son of God's body bloody.

Seeing this, Lin Bai stared at Tang Muzhi and sneered: "I have long seen that he is hiding something, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Bu Junfeng also nodded slightly and said: "Every move of his boxing is just right, and it is obvious that he is not doing his best."

"Since he is not doing his best, he must be preparing some powerful means."

"It seems that it is for this moment."

Tang Muzhi suddenly attacked, making the First Son of God completely caught off guard, and he was hit several times and was blown away.

"Damn it!"

After several heavy blows, the First Son of God vomited blood and looked a little embarrassed.

But he has not completely lost his fighting spirit and struggled to get up.

But at this moment, Tang Muzhi did not give the First Son of God any chance to fight back, and quickly took out the Supreme Divine Weapon to suppress the First Son of God.

Tang Muzhi raised his left hand high, and suddenly a small mountain formed by the five-color light of "red, yellow, green, black, and gold" burst out from his palm!

The five-color mountain condensed, and Tang Muzhi threw it down fiercely.

Before the First Son of God had time to react, the five-color mountain rotated, rapidly grew larger, and turned into a size of a hundred feet, and fell on the shoulders of the First Son of God with the power to suppress everything.

"Ah!"

The First Son of God screamed again, and used all his strength to resist the five-color mountain that was pressing down, but even so, he was still bent over by the five-color mountain.

"Hmph."

"Do you think I'm joking with you?"

"Fool!"

"Prepare to die!"

At the moment when the First Son of God was suppressed by the Five-Colored Mountain, Tang Muzhi once again used his thunderous means, and his golden scales burst out with dazzling light, like a stream of light passing through the sky, and slammed towards the First Son of God.

The First Son of God, who was suppressed under the Five-Colored Mountain, wanted to take out the Supreme Divine Weapon to resist, but at this moment he felt that if he was distracted even a little bit, he would be crushed into slag by the Five-Colored Mountain.

And Tang Muzhi attacked again, making the First Son of God feel suffocated instantly!

"No!"

A strong shadow of death shrouded the body of the First Son of God, making him pale and sweating profusely.

Just when Tang Mu was about to kill the first divine son with one punch, a figure suddenly appeared in front of his first divine son, reaching out to block Tang Muzhi's attack!

Stone people are kind!

After Tang Muzhi was knocked back by Elder Shi Renshan's palm, he said helplessly: "There is no need to fight. We will admit defeat in this battle!"

Although Tang Muzhi felt a little unhappy, he could see after all that the person who took action must be a high-level warrior from the Nine Nether Demon Palace, and he did not dare to make a mistake.

"Since senior has spoken, let's let it go!"

Tang Muzhi gave Shi Renshan a face and did not plan to take further action.

Instead, the First Son of God, who was suppressed under the Five Color Mountain, roared with extreme anger:

"I didn't lose!"

"Master, please remove this strange mountain that is pressing on me and let me come out and fight him again!"

The extremely angry roar of the First Son of God echoed between heaven and earth, and was seen by many warriors.

Hearing this, many warriors showed disdain and contempt.

If Shi Renshan hadn't suddenly stopped Tang Muzhi, the First Son of God would have died with that blow just now.

But at this stage, the First Son of God still doesn't know how to repent, and still feels that he has the power to fight. Isn't this making people laugh?

Shi Renshan's expression changed slightly and he had not said anything yet, but Tang Muzhi in front was a little unhappy:

"Senior, since your disciple from the Nine Nether Demon Palace keeps saying that he has not lost, then let's continue fighting!"

"Senior, please leave and let the juniors take action!"

At this moment, Shi Renshan, who had come to help, was put on the fire. He could neither leave nor leave.

If he leaves, the First Son of God will definitely die!

If he doesn't leave, he will become a joke in the demon world.

The warriors who competed previously, even if the Holy Son of the Soul Refining Sect was not the opponent of the Holy Son of the Wansheng Mountain, after the master of the Soul Refining Sect took action, the Holy Son of the Soul Refining Sect also decisively admitted defeat.

Because the Holy Son of the Soul Refining Sect knew very well that if the sect's seniors hadn't taken action, he would have died!

The situation of the First Divine Son today is almost the same as that of the Holy Son of the Soul Refining Sect at that time.

It stands to reason that the Stone Man was kind enough to help, and the First Son of God should have taken this opportunity to go downhill and admit defeat.

Instead, he kept shouting at this moment, saying that he had not lost and that he would continue to fight.

This made Shi Renshan feel angry!

Especially now that the eyes of all the warriors in the demon world have fallen on Shi Renshan, Shi Renshan feels like he has lost all face.