People were frightened. The destructive power of the god-level venerable was too strong. They all stared at each other, wanting to see the scene in the smoke screen clearly, but they couldn't see through it.

The smoke screen dissipated, and the two appeared in shape, fighting fiercely again, with an astonishing speed.

"Dragon Roar, is that the legendary roar of the sword dragon in the blue dragon?"

"It is said that this sword drank all the blood of countless people. When it was swung, it was reflected in blood and turned into a blood evil spirit. When I saw it today, it was indeed worthy of its reputation."

The dragon roar is three feet and seven inches long, as thin as a cicada's wing, and its whole body is blue and black. It is said to be made of deep sea black iron. It is not invaded by water and fire, and the iron is cut like mud. It has drunk the blood of countless powerful people. The resentment accumulates but does not dissipate, turning into terrible evil spirits, which can capture people's minds.

"Sword of the Wind God!"

Angel-level creatures from the Temple of Wind summoned the Temple of Wind - the Sword of Wind.

The two of them were coming and going, like two lightning flashes colliding violently, the sword light was like lightning, like shadows, and it was incredibly fast.

A big explosion occurred around, and the hard ground was constantly being cut and exploded, with huge deep pits and rocks flying, and the scene was amazing.

"The Qinglong, this is a holy weapon of the Wind Temple for all generations. It has been blessed by the Wind God and completely suppressed your dragon roar."

Angel-level creatures from the Wind Temple jumped high and slashed in the air.

"Look at my ultimate skill - Wind God Slash!"

Buzz... A huge green light shot into the sky, sweeping over a hundred miles with a huge tornado. Everything goes into powder wherever you pass.

A hundred feet of green light and sword shadow, like a sky sword, slashed towards the green dragon.

Qinglong felt a moment of pressure, but he was not panicked. The dragon roar in his hand seemed to feel threatened, and it trembled violently, making waves of dragon roars.

Qinglong was surprised. This was the first time this situation was. The fighting spirit of the Dragon Roar Sword was aroused, and the green light burst out and burned violently.

"The green dragon is messing with teeth."

At the decisive battle, Qinglong did not dare to hide his weaknesses and used his strongest move. His own magical skill - Qinglong Daluoya.

You can see that the Qinglong took a step forward and waved the dragon's roar and disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, there are figures of Azure Dragons in the east, west, south, north, above, below, around them, either chop, slash, pick, or stab... There are twelve figures, each of which is a move, and the twelve swords are slashing together, which is the big mess of Qinglong teeth.

Qinglong felt that this move was eighteen to achieve perfection.

However, it is enough to deal with angel-level creatures from the Wind Temple.

Crack—A sound of shattering came from mid-air.

A crack appeared on the Wind God Slash. The next moment, it broke like a mirror, turned into a dot of light, and disappeared in the air.

"Aowu--" Long Yin shook the whole thing, and the Qinglong actually used the thirteenth slash, pointed straight into the void, turning into a blue dragon-shaped sword energy, severely damaging the angel-level creature in the air.

Ah! The angel-level creature from the Temple of Wind screamed. One of his arms was cut off, blood was dripping, and blood was vomiting. His whole body was like a kite with a broken string, and he was shaken hundreds of meters away.

Puff! Qinglong forced the thirteenth slash, but was also severely injured, vomiting blood in his mouth and staggering.

However, it's all worth it.

The first battle at the god level, the Eastern camp won.

"Qinglong, Qinglong!"

A burst of cheers came from the Eastern camp, and countless people looked at the thin but tall figure, with awe.

"This guy's sword has something."

Lin Feng smiled faintly.

The God-level Battle Platform was beaten into a mess. A strange scene appeared, and it was repairing itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, it recovered as before.

People shouted magic.

"Is this... Wan Fushi?"

Lin Feng was very surprised. He didn't expect that there was such a strange stone on earth?

Wanfu Stone, full name of All Things Recovery Stone, is said to be formed by the essence stone absorbing the revival of all things. No matter how much damage it is, even if it is broken into powder, it can repair itself and restore it to its original state.

Even in the heavens and all realms, it is a rare thing and is regarded as a treasure by weapon refiners.

When refining magic weapons, a trace of ten thousand stones is incorporated, and the weapon can be automatically repaired.

"I wonder if the Qiankun Ring can be put down such a big piece?"

He murmured in a low voice and had the idea of ​​Wan Fushi.

If people knew what he was thinking, they would not know if they would be scared to death.

The second battle begins.

Dongfang is a fossil-level figure from the Taoist sect. Daohong Ancestor lived for hundreds of years, even bigger than the sealed sleeping Tianlang.

An elderly man walked out with a childish face, a rosy complexion, and a white Taoist robe, which looked a bit like a fairy-like man.

"This old monster is still alive?"

In the Western camp, some old antique-level big shots could not sit still, with surprise and serious eyes.

Obviously, the name of Daohong has left a deep mark among these old people.

"The Master Wuliang Tianzun, the old Taoist buried himself underground for a hundred years. He heard that there was a demon in the West, and he lifted the coffin board to get rid of the monsters.

Who will deal with the disaster?"

"Old man in white robe, don't talk wildly. I will teach you how to be a human being."

The angel-level creature from the Thunder Temple shouted angrily and flew up.

And then, a cold laugh rang out.

"I have a century-old grudge with this dick, he is mine."

A blood light appeared faster than him and appeared on the god-level battle platform.

This is a middle-aged man in a tuxedo. His skin is pale and there is no trace of blood. His eyes are evil, like a blood-colored black hole that wants to swallow people.

What's noticeable is that the middle-aged man actually lost one left hand.

That's right, he is the vampire ancestor Cain.

In Shennong Mountain, he was severely injured by Lin Feng with the Ruyi Golden Sword, threw away his newly-attached left hand, fled back to his ancestral land, revived his strength, and his aura was very terrifying.

The angel-level creature from the Thunder Temple was stunned when he saw that it was Cain, and nodded slightly to him and retreated aside.

In the crowd, four young men and women looked at the two of them on the stage, feeling a sense of danger.

"The combat effectiveness of these two people is pretty good."

The white-haired young man sighed in a calm voice.

"What are you afraid of? We have magical tools. Who dares to resist? Kill them?"

The girl Edith sneered.

"You old guy, you haven't even burped yet?"

Cain stared at the ancestor Daohong and gritted his teeth.

"How can I burp if you don't kill me, the old vampire?"

The ancestor Daohong spoke with a smile, and the two of them were like old friends they hadn't seen for many years, talking about family matters.

"I said, old vampire, you have lived for thousands of years, so you are not tired of being tired, and you can't calm down. Why are you crawling out of the coffin board and participating in the disputes on earth?"

"I want to die, but I just can't.

If you think you can do it, kill me.”

Cain said with pain.

A person, no, a vampire is too lonely to live. The world is vast, he is the only one, without any worries, but it is a kind of pain.

"I have recently learned a fire-free formation from the three thousand Taoist sects, and maybe I can send you a ride."

Daohong Ancestor smiled.

“I hope that today can fight fairly.

Don’t be unethical and attack behind the scenes like you did hundreds of years ago.”

Cain said angrily.

"Hey, it was just an accident back then, and I promise not today."

Daohong Ancestor smiled.

"I＠#￥&..." Cain couldn't help but swear, and he really wanted to say, unexpectedly, unexpectedly, unexpectedly, your uncle.

He recovered once, but was besieged by the Five Patriarchs of the Taoist Sect. He fought against five with one, but he was not at a disadvantage.

At the critical moment, the ancestor Daohong launched a sneak attack and sacrificed a secret treasure to severely damage it. The fifth ancestor joined forces to seal him.

This sleep lasted for hundreds of years.

The next moment, the two attacked at the same time and collided fiercely.

They are old opponents, and they don’t need to be tested. They are the ultimate moves and smash them at the opponent.

Boom! A big explosion occurred in mid-air, and a terrifying shock wave swept around.

The two retreated suddenly and landed a hundred meters away.
Chapter completed!