Both Wang Dong and Yuan Yang are undisputed geniuses, and they have proven themselves in the competition in the secret realm.
Now that several years have passed, they meet again. No one knows what the result will be. Countless forces have been paying attention in the dark. They all want to know how the geniuses of the past have reached this era of great changes in the environment. To what extent.
Yuanyang's eyes flickered. Ever since he felt Wang Dong's power in Huangcheng, he came back without hesitation and entered the family's ancestral land. In the boundless abyss, he unlocked all the restrictions on his body. His strength reached an unprecedented height, absolutely It's not something that can be described by today's realm level.
"Wang Dong, you can never imagine what kind of pain I have endured this year. If you compare me now with me in Huangcheng, then you are destined to be disappointed." Yuan Yang sneered, dressed in clothes The robes bulged, waves of pressure rippled.
Wang Dong raised his eyes and felt the terrifying power coming from Yuan Yang but was not moved at all, and responded in the same tone: "If you still think I am the same person I was a year ago, then you are destined to be disappointed. "
"kill!"
Without any more unnecessary nonsense, the two figures disappeared instantly and then continued to collide in the sky.
After only two fights, Wang Dong already knew clearly in his mind, and roughly figured out Yuanyang's strength. He had to say that Yuanyang was indeed a talent. It had only been just over a year since the last separation, and Yuan Yang had actually gone straight from a junior martial arts master to a sixth-level martial arts master.
This kind of jump was shocking, and it also made him truly feel the true heritage of the so-called rich clan.
However, even if Yuanyang has made such terrifying progress, for him now, he is just surprised and nothing else.
"You are no match for me."
Plain and casual, Wang Dong didn't bother to make too many unnecessary moves. Facing Yuanyang's monstrous attack, he took it easily as if he were in a no-man's land, and came directly in front of Yuanyang.
"How... is this possible?" Yuan Yang was horrified, and his soul trembled with fright. This was simply unbelievable. You must know that even though Wang Dong was very strong a year ago, he was only so strong, but now he felt a kind of despair.
"boom!"
Wang Dong's fist fell mercilessly and hit Yuan Yang's face. It was simple and direct. The violent force almost flattened Yuan Yang's face to the ground.
Yuanyang's whole body crashed into the rocks behind him like a meteorite.
Wang Dong followed him like a shadow. As soon as Yuanyang stood up, he stepped on the ground with his foot. A series of terrifying waves spread from his feet, suppressing Yuanyang until he could not move at all.
"This is the difference between you and me." Wang Dong said coldly.
Yuan Yang underestimated him too much, thinking that after a year of hard training, he had caught up with him and could fight with him, so even in the Yuan clan's territory, he only came out to fight alone.
But the result is that Wang Dong also experienced the most terrifying transformation during this year. With the help of Ziyi and Daohun, his vision has already surpassed that of his contemporaries.
"Okay, tell me your last words." Wang Dong's voice was emotionless. When he learned that Sister Nishang was dying, he had already sentenced Yuanyang to death.
Yuanyang struggled hard, staring at Wang Dong with his eyes split open. At this time, his heart was extremely complicated, unwilling, angry, and humiliated, but when he opened his mouth, it turned into a self-deprecating cry.
"Let's do it!" Yuanyang closed his eyes and said, he was defeated, and he was so complete.
There was nothing to say. He had never looked down on Wang Dong. This kind of humble cultivator with no sect and no sect, even the Tianji Martial Spirit, was just an inferior person in his eyes.
But now, he realized that he was actually a joke. Looking back, he had always despised Wang Dong, but in fact he had never won.
"stop."
Just when Wang Dong was about to make a fatal move, a scolding seemed to come from the endless abyss, and then there was only a loud sound from the depths of the Yuan clan, and a figure came in an instant, and at the same time, several Wuzong-level pressure rushed from it. out.
Wang Dong glanced sideways and said: "The younger one is here and the older one is here. They are worthy of being a super family. They are really impressive."
Although he said this, there was no pause at all.
Now he has long learned to be indifferent. Yuanyang almost made him lose a close relative, so he naturally couldn't let it go. The lines on his toes flickered, as bright as the bright sun, and then exploded. Yuanyang was in the hot light. reduced to ashes.
"No! Yang'er..." A mournful scream shook the heavens and the earth. The great ancestor of the Yuan clan, Yuan Chou, with white hair on his crown, stared at Wang Dong like a demon, his murderous intent rising like a stormy sea.
This is definitely an antique figure. Although his strength may not be as good as the three adults in Huangcheng, it is definitely not much different. It is impossible for Wang Dong to match him now.
But facing such a peerless ancestor, Wang Dong allowed the earth-shattering murderous intent to pass by without any intention of retreating. He stared at Yuan Qiu's crazy eyes with piercing eyes, without giving way.
"kill!"
Yuan Qiu moved and scolded him. He was giving an order to himself and everyone in the Yuan Clan. The most promising descendant of the Yuan Clan died. That was the hope of the Yuan Clan. He wanted everyone here to be buried with him. The little beast in front of him bore the wrath of the Yuan clan.
The war was about to break out. This was in the Yuan Clan. In this battle, the Yuan Clan almost turned out in full force. The three Yuan Clan martial sects poured down on Wang Dong and his party with boundless fury.
"Hmph, you are bringing about your own destruction." After Wang Dong, the six martial arts sects snorted coldly and immediately rushed forward, not worrying about Wang Dong's safety at all.
"boom!"
The violent explosion sounded for dozens of miles, and the two giant hands in front of Wang Dong collided. It was the sword soul that took this terrifying blow for him.
"Hehe... I haven't moved my muscles and bones for a long time. I just want to practice my hands today." The sword soul smiled evilly. Although it was just a ray of soul, it looked almost the same as a real person.
Zi Yi also walked out of the sword realm space, a purple skirt flowing with the wind, a lazy hand on Wang Dong's shoulder, smiling at the sword soul and saying: "This is what you have to fight for, the majestic sword saint can Don't let a Wuzong be slaughtered."
The soul of the sword gave Zi Yi the best answer with practical actions. In just one face-to-face meeting, the two fists faced each other, the soul of the sword reversed, and even though there was no sword in his hand, he struck out an unparalleled sword light.
Yuan Qiu was shocked and quickly tried his best to defend himself. However, the sword light could not be wiped out. In the end, it flew him away, leaving a ferocious gash in his chest. If it weren't for Wu Zong's amazing recovery ability, he would be absolutely bloody now. Surge.
"Who are you?" Yuan Qiu backed away continuously, keeping distance from the sword soul, with a vigilant look on his face.
As an ancestor of the Yuan Clan, he has lived for who knows how many years. He even watched the rise of one of the adults in Huangcheng. He didn't know all the prominent figures in the Dark Continent, but he knew the origins of the people in front of him. Nothing is known.
At the same time, he couldn't help but glance at Zi Yi, and his heart suddenly sank. What he was worried about now was not whether he could win, but the survival of the Yuan clan.
"Wang Dong!" Yuan Qiu gritted his teeth, and the flames in his eyes burned. His hatred for Wang Dong was to the extreme. You know, when Wang Dong was jumping around in the dark secret realm a few years ago, he didn't even bother to look. At last glance, now the Yuan clan is actually going to perish because of this ant.
"I am going to kill you."
Yuan Qiu roared angrily, abandoning his sword soul and approaching Wang Dong. He had lived for hundreds of years, and he was extremely clear about the current situation. The Yuan clan was finished, and he would not survive tonight.
So the only thing he can do now is to kill the little beast who brought the Yuan clan to their doom and cut him into pieces.
"Hmph, a dog jumps over the wall in a hurry." Zi Yi sneered. She was always by Wang Dong's side, how could she let Yuan Qiu succeed.
"One life, three points." Seeing Zi Yi standing in front of Wang Dong, Yuan Qiu made a complex and ancient gesture without hesitation, and a mouthful of blood spurted out and turned into three people.
Wang Dong reluctantly opened the Eyes of Desolation, but was stunned. The three clones were all real. What kind of trick was this
"Not good!" Zi Yi exclaimed. She suddenly thought of a technique from the Yuan Clan, but by this time it was already too late.
In front of Zi Yi, Yuan Qiu sneered, his dark eyes turned into two abyss, and he shouted: "The art of pupil abyss."
The space collapsed and even swallowed up the light. A clone of Zi Yi and Yuan Qiu instantly disappeared from the place without a trace.
At the same moment, the sword soul and another clone disappeared. Only the last clone of Yuan Qiu was left, smiling ferociously at Wang Dong.
Wang Dong was shocked, he didn't expect Yuan Qiu to have such a method.
"Protect the landlord."
The six great martial arts sects and Nu Xi in the distance naturally discovered what was going on here, but the Yuan clan members were struggling like crazy, trying to buy Yuan Qiu time to kill Wang Dong.
"Hehe... little beast, no one can save you now." Yuanchou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and approached Wang Dong step by step. He had a ferocious look on his face, wishing to cut Wang Dong into pieces with a thousand knives. In order to trap Zi Yi With the sword soul, the Tongyuan technique just now cost him a huge price, and he finally got the opportunity he has now.
Wang Dong felt chills in his heart. Although his strength has skyrocketed now, he has not yet reached the point where he can compete with such an old antique.
He could only keep retreating, but after a while, he calmed down. He was convinced that Yuan Qiu used a void technique just now, and Zi Yi and Dao Hun were dragged into the void and trapped.
"If you want to trap Zi Yi and the sword soul at the same time, ordinary power will never be able to do it. In other words, he has just spent at least two-thirds of his power." He said to himself in his heart, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he Keep your feet in place and stop moving back.
"Ha... little beast, why didn't you run away?" Yuan Qiu looked at Wang Dong playfully, and he decided to use the most cruel method to send Wang Dong to hell.
Wang Dong's eyes were like fire, and there was a kind of madness in his pupils. He had never fought with someone of this level before, and it seemed that today was destined to let him experience it in advance.
"Don't let anyone come here. If I can't even deal with a semi-crippled person, how can I avenge brother Nongji's genocide?" After all, there were several more Wu Zong in Tingyulou, and soon someone got out and rushed towards him, directly Wang Dong stopped him.
A trace of madness flashed in his eyes, and the majestic devouring power filled the air. A majestic purple mansion loomed, and his whole body turned into a stream of light and crashed straight into Yuan Qiu.
(End of chapter)