Tian Yuan

Dugu Changkong paved the way with his own strength, causing a group of old guys in Dizhou to regress, and even laid the foundation for Qingzong's revival.

Now, it depends on the performance of the juniors.

No matter how strong Dugu Changkong is, it will be useless if the younger generation does not live up to it.

The world of the future belongs to the younger generation.

"Roar--"

The son of the devil let out a low growl, his body was burly and muscular, like a hill.

Before entering, the high-level officials of Xuanji Gate untied the iron chain, so that the son of the devil was freed from restraint, and he could display his full strength.

This is the first time that the son of the devil enjoys the feeling of no shackles, his body is light and very comfortable.

In order to celebrate this short-lived freedom, the son of the devil decided to eat Wu Junyan in front of him, the kind without a single bone left.

With the ability to move, he took off the mask on his face, revealing a ferocious face.

The teeth are sharp, and the lips can't cover them at all.

The corner of the mouth was split and spread to the root of the ear.

With fierce eyes, he stared at Wu Junyan firmly, treating him as a prey.

After a moment of confrontation, the son of the demon suddenly laughed, and licked his lips and teeth with a long scarlet tongue.

"Oh!"

In an instant, the son of the devil smashed the void beside him with one foot, and rushed towards Wu Junyan at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye.

Before Wu Junyan's body was hit by the unpretentious punch, he already felt tremendous pressure. The clothes on his chest were directly broken, his flesh collapsed, and there was a trace of a fist mark faintly.

Wu Junyan extended a palm with his right hand, and Xuan Guang shot out from his palm, like surging waves, with menacing power.

"boom!"

With a startled sound, the devil's son was repelled a few steps, and his fist failed to land on Wu Junyan's body.

Then, the son of the devil attacked again, clenched his fists, and his strength was much stronger than before.A storm in the starry sky suddenly rose, and the power of the fist shattered the void dozens of miles ahead.

Wu Junyan didn't defend and backed away, and also threw a punch, wanting to head-on with the son of the devil.

"Boom"

There was a big explosion in the fighting area, and both sides retreated, and no one benefited.

Afterwards, Wu Junyan took the initiative to attack and performed boxing skills. Several strands of laws were wrapped around his arms, which contained a trace of the true meaning of Dao.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The son of the devil and Wu Junyan fought hand-to-hand at close range, punching to the flesh, and the void collapsed.

Everyone watching the battle turned pale with fright.

Especially those who are well aware of the strength of the son of the devil, did not expect Wu Junyan to be able to withstand it.

"Qingzong's Taoism."

Very few Mahayana monks have seen clearly the Taoism performed by Wu Junyan.

"Sijiquan has been practiced to the realm of entering the room."

Qingzong has a total of five top skills, namely: Taiqing Sixiangzhi, Babuyoulongzhang, Sijiquan, Shifang Yujianshu, Dafuwuyingshenfa.

"Wu Junyan, this son is hiding deep enough!"

The senior leaders of various sects asked the juniors who participated in the feast of the hundred veins, and they have never seen Wu Junyan use these Taoism.Obviously, Wu Junyan has been hiding his clumsiness and forbearance.

"There is a huge difference in cultivation between the two. Even if Wu Junyan has superb supernatural powers, it is difficult to have a chance of winning."

At present, the two sides appear to be in a state of balance.However, as the fighting continues, the situation will soon change.

Inside the barrier, the battle was fierce.

"bang"

Wu Junyan punched through the left shoulder of the son of the devil, exposing his white bones.

At the same moment, the son of the devil also made a move, hitting Wu Junyan hard in the heart.

Wu Junyan pursed his lips tightly, felt his eyes darkened, and almost fainted.

A hot mouthful gushed from the belly to the throat, Wu Junyan forcibly suppressed it, and swallowed it back.

"Boom rumble..."

The two kept fighting, and the area was turned into ruins, and the space burst, like a crystal ball shattered, covered with dense cracks.

"You surprised me."

After dozens of moves, both sides retreated a certain distance, and both were injured.At this time, the son of the devil spoke, his voice was very hoarse, and he hadn't spoken for many years.

"So you still have self-awareness."

At first, Wu Junyan thought that the son of the devil was a puppet.

"Jie..." The son of the devil grinned coldly, glanced around, and said without hesitation: "I still have value, those guys certainly don't want to obliterate my consciousness."

"The feeling of being controlled by others is very painful!"

Wu Junyan said in a flat tone.

Hearing this, the son of the devil showed a fierce expression, and his anger could not be concealed.

"I'll help you out."

As he spoke, a three-foot sword was held by Wu Junyan.

Wu Junyan is not a pure swordsman, but he still has some understanding of swordsmanship.

"Shh!"

The sword light flashed, and Wu Junyan raised the sword to kill.

"Roar!"

The son of the devil let out a loud roar, and thick black air was emitting from his whole body.Obviously, he was going to get serious.

What Wu Junyan said just now made the Devil's Son angry.

Originally, the son of the devil was teasing the prey, but now he has no such intentions, and only wants to kill the prey in front of him, and then taste its flesh and blood.

"Chong-"

The sound of the sword was deafening, and thousands of sword shadows emerged, all pointing at one place.

The expression of the son of the devil was very ferocious, the nails on his hands and feet suddenly grew a lot longer, and the nails were pitch black, like extremely sharp magic weapons, exuding a gloomy chill.

"clang!"

The sword struck out, but was blocked by the nail of the index finger of the son of the demon, making the sound of weapons colliding.

The next moment, Wu Junyan changed his attack, and the blade slanted slightly, piercing through the fingers of the Son of the Demon, and piercing the center of his forehead.

"Zheng!"

The son of the devil immediately clenched his fingers and clamped the sword.

At this time, the tip of the sword was only one foot away from the center of the eyebrows.

Wu Junyan found that the sword was difficult to retract, and was fixed by a huge force.

"break!"

Regarding this, Wu Junyan was not in a hurry, and remained as usual.

Turning his right hand vigorously, a layer of mysterious law patterns appeared on the surface of the sword, spreading to every part of the sword body, cutting off the two fingers of the son of the devil.

"I want your life!" The devil's son hurriedly stepped back for a distance, looked down at the injured location, with a grim expression on his face.

Soon, severed fingers reshaped.

A thick black fog appeared in a large area of ​​the battlefield. Countless terrifying black hands protruded from the fog, and thousands of skulls appeared above them, eerie and terrifying, directly hitting the soul.

Wu Junyan waved his sleeves to disperse the approaching black mist.

However, despite Wu Junyan's supernatural powers, it was difficult to drive away all the black mist, and his body was slowly swallowed up.

The ordinary monks outside couldn't see the situation in the thick fog, so they were very anxious.

Only those with Mahayana and above abilities can see the changes in the battle situation.

"tear--"

The body of the son of the devil is covered with black hair, and as long as his long nails touch Wu Junyan, they can cut through his flesh.

"Zheng-"

Shifang Yujian, Qingzong's top Taoism.

The sword light filled the sky, piercing through the thick black mist, leaving dozens of sword marks on the son of the devil.

"嘭, 嘭,. ..."

The Tianjiao listened to the sound of the battle, their hearts trembled slightly, and their mouths were dry.

After half an hour, a beam of light suddenly broke through the thick fog and reached the highest point of the barrier on the battlefield, which was very dazzling.

Immediately, Wu Junyan soared into the sky, controlling ten thousand sword lights, from top to bottom, the sword chant like a dragon.