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Yang An summoned the Xiaotian Divine Lion Martial Spirit. Feeling the shocked and awed eyes of everyone around him, he couldn't help but stand with his hands behind his hands and looked at Huang Xiaolong with a cold and arrogant expression: "Don't say I won't give you a chance to summon your Martial Spirit! "
Huang Xiaolong looked indifferent and shook his head: "Even if I don't summon the martial spirit, I can still defeat you!"
"What?!" The people around him suddenly became buzzing, and their voices reached the sky.
Everyone around felt that Huang Xiaolong was too crazy. Even if a strong man at the early stage of the tenth level did not summon a martial spirit, he would not be able to compete with Yang An who summoned the Roaring Divine Lion!
And many people felt that Yang An was unprepared just now, and Huang Xiaolong suddenly took action, so it was a tie. Otherwise, Huang Xiaolong would not be Yang An's opponent.
When Yang An heard this, he became even more furious. The roaring lion behind him roared, and his whole body flashed with light, and he immediately transformed into a soul. After transforming into a soul, Yang An's body swelled up, his hair was golden, and he looked like an angry man. lion.
After turning into a soul, Yang An suddenly rushed towards Huang Xiaolong. However, when he rushed over, Yang An stumbled and looked like he was drunk. However, with every step he took, the light all over his body increased in size, and at the same time, the air flow roared around him.
"Lion Step!"
This is Yang An's natal soul skill.
Each step of the Lion King Step triggers the force of space and generates a kind of impact gravity. The impact gravity of each step is superimposed together, and when it rushes forward, it ends up like a giant mountain colliding.
When Yang An reached the fifth step, the powerful force of the collision caused everyone around him to retreat in shock. Many buildings around the street also shook, cracked, and gravel fell.
In the distance, Fei Rong's expression also changed.
Although he had just broken through to the tenth level, he realized that it would be difficult for him to receive a blow from Yang An's natal soul skill.
At this time, Yang An was already three meters in front of Huang Xiaolong, and he continued to move forward with one step, and suddenly rushed towards Huang Xiaolong's chest.
But Huang Xiaolong seemed to be unable to react in time because Yang An was too fast, so he still stood there stupidly.
Just when everyone thought Huang Xiaolong was knocked away by Yang An's collision, suddenly, Huang Xiaolong who was standing there punched out.
"Bang Fist!"
The fighting spirit is heavy one after another, rolling forward like a huge wave.
"Boom!" There was a loud sound.
Yang An took a step back, while Huang Xiaolong took six steps back.
Time temporarily stops.
Everyone looked at Huang Xiaolong in shock that he actually took it!
Huang Xiaolong took Yang An's full blow without summoning his martial spirit!
Although Huang Xiaolong took five steps back than Yang An, Huang Xiaolong did not summon the martial spirit, and he did not use his native soul skill.
Yang An's face was ugly and gloomy, then he raised his right hand and made a strange movement. He slowly moved his right hand to the right in a circle. At this time, the entire right arm's robe exploded, revealing On his strong right arm, veins swelled up, shining with golden light, like golden earthworms, and seemed to contain terrifying power.
"God King One-Armed Fist!"
Yang An swung out his right arm and suddenly blasted towards Huang Xiaolong.
When Yang An attacked with his right arm, his left arm and whole body did not move at all. A huge fist mark shot out of the air at such a speed that even Fei Rong, a strong man at the beginning of the tenth level, could not see clearly.
Huang Xiaolong looked at the huge fist seal that came through the air. The Blade of Shura appeared in his hands before he knew it, and he swung it out suddenly.
Countless blades appeared, two hurricanes rotated, and the whimpering sounds of hell continued to be heard. They collided with Yang An's one-armed fist seal of the God King, constantly impacting and crushing.
After striking out with the wind of hell, Huang Xiaolong flew into the air, and in mid-air, the Shura Blade swung down towards Yang An.
Countless blades formed a violent storm, roaring and shaking. Yang An looked frightened and retreated in panic. But what frightened him was that the rainstorm composed of blades also rotated. Yang An retreated again and again, and his body retreated. At that moment, a long sword appeared in his hand and he slashed out.
A huge sword light slashed towards Blade Rain, but Yang An and everyone around him saw that the huge sword light struck Blade Rain and was instantly blocked by Blade Rain.
Yang An kept retreating, and every time he retreated, he swung his sword to attack Blade Rain. After attacking for more than a dozen swords, Blade Rain was finally blocked.
Just when Yang An relaxed, he suddenly saw Huang Xiaolong's whole body spinning in mid-air, and lightning appeared one after another. The lightning formed a line of thunder, spreading to all directions, and the destructive power filled the air.
Yang An looked at the flood dragon thunder that was coming towards him, he was shocked, and swung his sword out, but the dragon thunder swallowed up his sword light in an instant, and even attacked him along the sword light.
Yang An couldn't avoid it and was hit by the thunder. His whole body trembled suddenly and he took a few steps back. His chest was scorched black by the thunder.
At this time, another flood dragon struck.
Yang An fled in fear, but as soon as he dodged one, two more attacked.
After two hits, Yang An couldn't help but scream in pain.
Then, several lightning bolts struck. When they hit again, Yang An was knocked away and crashed into the buildings on both sides of the street. The buildings on both sides of the street collapsed.
"Young Master!"
"Brother!"
Zhu Yi and other Yang family masters were shocked and were about to step forward when suddenly an overwhelming palm force came and blocked Zhu Yi and others. Zhu Yi looked and saw that the person who made the move was none other than Fei Hou.
"Fei Hou, you!" Zhu Yi was shocked and angry.
"This is a duel between the two of them, no one can interfere!" Fei Hou said coldly.
Zhu Yi was angry and angry, but he also knew that if Fei Hou blocked him, they would not be able to break through Fei Hou's defense.
At this time, Huang Xiaolong fell from the air, and Yang An slowly stood up from the ground. Huang Xiaolong looked at Yang An who stood up from the ground, and had to admit that Yang An, who had a level 12 first-class martial spirit, was indeed very strong in defense. Even if an ordinary tenth-level warrior with a tenth-level martial spirit was hit by his Fengdu Lightning, it would be impossible for him to stand up.
After Yang An stood up, he roared up to the sky and looked at Huang Xiaolong with blood-red eyes. The hatred and killing intent in his eyes were so strong that even people in the distance were frightened.
Yang An, the most evil genius in the foreign kingdom, was completely defeated by a boy five or six years younger than him! And it was a shame and humiliation for him when the other party didn't summon a martial spirit!
The eyes of everyone around him were like thorns piercing him!
"Death, die, die!" Yang An only had killing intent in his heart.
His whole body actually grew golden hair like a lion.
"Lion Transformation!"
This is his twelfth-level first-class martial spirit, the second natal soul skill awakened by the Roaring Sky Divine Lion when he breaks through the seventh-level transformation.
After the Lion King transformed, his body swelled again, his skin was golden, as if coated with a layer of gold paint, his eyes were golden red, and a more terrifying aura emanated from his body than before.