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Fang Zhun was the only person who maintained a calm and calm expression on the scene. Although he didn't know that Ou Chuyang would have such strength, he had long expected that Ou Chuyang's life would be very hard, hard enough to be unbelievable. The result was the same. He could only smile helplessly and give up.

No longer talking about how everyone felt, the scholar at this time was shocked and secretly hated. His eyes swept over the seriously injured Haoming. The former suddenly turned around and glared at Ou Chuyang, and said coldly: "I didn't expect that the strongest person here was you. I really underestimated you."

"Thank you for the praise." Ou Chuyang smiled slightly and answered calmly.

In fact, Ou Chuyang's performance was so relaxed because he didn't dare to speak more. He had a breath of true energy, but he was turbulent inside. With great strength, he faced the two martial saints powerful men. After only fighting for a while, he felt overwhelmed. However, his strong will told him: he could not fall down, otherwise, not only Yao'er and Wang Zhen, but even his parents' revenge could not be avenged, but he would end up in hatred. This was something Ou Chuyang didn't want to see. In his heart, even if he died, he would have to kill the other two in his palm.

So Ou Chuyang acted very easily, in order to make the other party frightened, so as to effectively reduce the other party's fighting spirit, and he may also recover a little psychological gap in the realm.

Ou Chuyang's plan was successful, and the scholar had indeed begun to fear him. However, the only thing Ou Chuyang did not expect was that Haoming was too frightened by fear and serious injuries.

"Peng"

Hao Ming, who was lying on the ground, shot up violently, and his burly body fell heavily on the ground like an iron tower, and a ferocious face appeared in front of everyone.

With his eyes wide open, Haoming's eyes were blood-red, and heavy breathing came from his mouth and nose, and he growled like a crazy beast.

"I'll kill you~, ah~"

It seemed that even the thoughts were gone. Haoming waved the Canglong sword in his hand and rushed towards Ou Chuyang. He stepped heavily on the sand layer under his feet, making a fluffy sound, and the other side of the shocking thunder was the yellow sand in the sky.

Seeing this, the scholar was happy and couldn't help but reveal it. This situation was what he wanted to see most. As long as Haoming fought with Ou Chuyang regardless of his life, he could find Ou Chuyang's weakness and attack it. In this way, he could kill Ou Chuyang as he wished without spending too much effort. Haoming's death was simply disdainful to him.

Ou Chuyang's brows tightly. Although there was no panic in his eyes, he was moved by it. When Haoming was so crazy, his power must have increased greatly, and his current situation was not as good as he imagined. In order not to put himself in trouble, Ou Chuyang could only subdue the last Emperor's Holy Power Pill.

At the entrance of the pill, it turned into a burst of heat flow and poured into the body. The lost internal energy quickly returned, as if it was affected by the increase of this aura. Ou Chuyang finally smiled. This time, he made up his mind to make the scholar and Haoming pay a bloody price.

The sun has already set, and the desert area filled with heat waves has finally ushered in a cold night. Compared with the hot blue sky and white sun, this dead sand seems to have entered an extremely cold winter. The temperature has dropped sharply, and everyone feels a bone-broken chill.

As the cold wind blew, three rays of light soaring into the sky in the middle of the desert became the most alternative existence. Countless snakes, insects, scorpions and ants felt several murderous intents soaring into the sky, fearing that they would fall into the ground early and escape from afar.

The City of Fire, which was swallowed by magma, was already dilapidated. After the magma cooled down, black and gray were all over the ground, covered with thick cover on the sandy ground. In such a choking area, there were still many residents who forced themselves to hide among the ruins in order to avoid the wind and sand at night. At the same time, they could not sleep at night, and they also turned their fearful eyes to the high altitude of purple lightning flashing in the distance and wind and sand swept across the sky.

In the sky, there was no bright moon, and the infinite light was replaced by waves of sword lights. In addition to the flying palm shadows, they were powerful fist shadows that were overwhelming like storm waves.

The three powerful men fought until dark, but there was no sign of stopping due to hatred and murderous intent. In the meantime, they were still eyeing everyone, one of the young men shrouded in purple light.

Ou Chuyang showed his strong strength and told everyone that they still have hope of living. At the same time, he also told his opponent that it is not easy to win.

The murderous intent was awe-inspiring, and the three of them were fighting each with a certain killing death. The fist wind, palm shadows, and sword lights gathered together, and were much brighter than Xinghua at midnight.

"Peng~"

As the body flashed, the sound of terrifying war was endless. Where the strong wind swept through it, it was combined with the cry of the cold midnight wind, and it terrified people's minds like the screams of a ghost.

The war has been maintained for several hours, but the three of them have no sign of defeat, and they are becoming more and more brave. At this time, the hope that rises up will be wiped out little by little. The strong men know that if they continue for a long time, Ou Chuyang will definitely be defeated first due to physical overdrawn. However, they who are not able to participate in the battle are only worried about Ou Chuyang.

Another light flashed by, and the sword light slashed angrily, slashing from top to bottom, slashing straight above Ou Chuyang's head. Ou Chuyang, who felt a little exhausted, couldn't help but reverse his body, took advantage of the momentum, and narrowed it to avoid Haoming's shocking sword. However, just as the sword light passed, the palm shadow attacked trickyly. Unpredictable, Ou Chuyang was hit hard.

After all, the blood was irresistible. In the air, Ou Chuyang forced the thrown figure down and slung in the air, wiping away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes immediately became cold.

As his hands danced, dozens of extremely complex seals formed in his hands. Finally, when his left hand pinched hard, another scene suddenly changed in the field.

The desert was raging with strong winds, suddenly the wind was calm and no longer cold. Like a quiet dark night, there was no longer a sound.

Silence has completely become the main color in the field. Although the scholar and Haoming were surprised, Ou Chuyang could no longer be found.

Suddenly, a strange element surged into my heart. The scholar hurriedly stopped chasing his body and became cautious.

Hao Ming, who was walking with him, calmed down with a terrifying look on his face. When he saw this quiet dark space, the former immediately said in surprise: "Why are you back? Where is that little beast?"

The question of this was originally directed at the scholar, but the latter not only did not answer immediately, but instead waved his hand and interrupted the irritable Haoming.

"No. We have fallen into the trap, this is the formation."

"Formation?"

As if he was very afraid of these two words, Haoming suddenly shuddered when he heard this.

Hao Ming was deeply touched by the Hurricane Formation of the King's Formation before, and the tens of millions of wind blades that could not be resisted. Now that the King's Formation is dead, Ou Chuyang will even use this wonderful and strange formation. How could Hao Ming not be surprised?

Hao Ming was frightened, but the scholar was extremely sober. He knew that the strength of the king formation was not comparable to that of Ou Chuyang. Although he didn't understand this formation world, what he knew was that the formation world that Ou Chuyang used would never have the power of the king formation. And now the only thing he had to do was to find Ou Chuyang's direction.

So, the scholar pretended to be disdainful, smiled coldly, and shouted: "Hmph! I didn't expect that I underestimated you again, Ou Chuyang, you are still a formation cultivator."

Although the shouting like this was a hint of sighing, as if expressing his amazement to Ou Chuyang, Ou Chuyang knew that the scholar's theme was not here. He was well versed in the formation world and understood that if he made a sound, he would easily discover his position with the scholar's true soul power.

Ou Chuyang was not stupid, of course he didn't say anything. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain of overdrawing and severely injured. The former's hand techniques kept changing, maintaining the illusion formation world.

It was like a solidified space and a real existence, which made the scholar and Haoming observe. The more they looked, the more creepy he felt. Even though they had guessed that all this was just an illusion, the two had to be careful to prevent the sudden change and the difficulty in dealing with it.

Time seemed to have stopped. Outside the Phantom Spirit Formation Realm, everyone held their breath without making any noise. As for the three people in the battle, they would not be so stupid that they thought they were resting with each other. Seeing Ou Chuyang's expression of gritting teeth and persisting, they saw the scholar and Hao Ming floating in the air, looking around. They naturally understood that the scholar and Hao Ming must have been trapped in some formation realm by Ou Chuyang's hand.

Everything was beyond everyone's expectations. They did not expect that Ou Chuyang, who had become so powerful, would still know the method of the formation world. Looking at the extremely familiar handprint, I think this skill is not a beginner.

"It's so scary. Such a young strong man, with a variety of martial arts, is a genius of alchemy cultivation, and is actually a person of formation cultivation."

For a moment, everyone felt as incredible as if they were in a dream. After this brief shock, the fire of hope that everyone had destroyed was burning again.

Ou Chuyang naturally did not see the wonderful expressions on everyone's faces. At present, he was maintaining the illusion formation world with all his strength. It was extremely difficult for him to control the two martial saints with the power of the martial arts madman, so he was looking for opportunities to launch a sneak attack so that he could win in a dangerous situation.

As the handprints flew, Ou Chuyang kept changing the scene in the formation world, trying to use several changes to separate the two. After a long time, the scholar and Haoming who had been approaching suddenly flew in both directions.

Seeing this, Ou Chuyang was overjoyed. His handprint moved and changed the scene immediately. The next moment, he immediately turned into a stream of light and penetrated into the formation.

In the strange formation world, the scholar and Haoming were in two directions, looking for loopholes in this formation world. Suddenly, a strong wind rushes in, attracting the attention of both of them.

Feeling the extremely familiar and destructive aura, the scholar's brows tightened, and his internal energy surged out wildly, slowly dispersing in all directions.

True soul power. With the blessing of internal energy, the scholar's ability is enough to set up a dense network of internal energy around him. All the auras that dare to attack will definitely be discovered by him at the first time, so the scholar is not afraid.

However, what the scholar did not expect was that this illusion array technique seemed simple, but in fact, how could he understand the hidden mystery inside.

As he was careful, a strong wind suddenly formed and shot from far to near. In a critical moment, the scholar hurriedly turned around and saw a spear with purple light shooting like lightning. The spear was mixed with Ou Chuyang's powerful purple air. Due to its speed, there was a faint "swish" sound of breaking the wind in the air.

As he sneered, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of the scholar's mouth. When the spear was shot, the former raised his right hand calmly. In the palm of his palm, a small spiral of wind came out, driving a shocking power. The scholar waved his lightly, and the wind spiral was wrapped around the spear.

The wind came afterwards, and a lock with the purple lightning spear came, which directly caused the purple lightning spear to deviate from the track. After blocking this sneak attack with great ease, the scholar smiled proudly. However, before he could laugh, more than a dozen purple lightning spears that were exactly the same as before suddenly appeared around the scholar. Now, the scholar changed his color in shock.

He secretly cursed himself for carelessness, and the scholar turned sharply. With the rotation force, a large wind whirl was formed around him. With the infusion of internal energy, the wind whirl became extremely thick and flashed with a blue-gray light. At the same time, the scholar shouted loudly.

"Wind-torn Hand"

As the roar came out, the scholar spread his palms flattened, hooked into a claw-shaped, and inserted them hard into the huge wind whirl formed by his internal energy. With a fierce force on his arms, the wind whirl was torn into countless pieces by the scholar with his hands.

When the already solidified wind thunder broke, it turned into large pieces of fragments in the sky and shot towards all directions. These fragments were far greater in power and quantity than the purple lightning spear projected by Ou Chuyang. The dense attack was formed, just like countless blades with strange shapes and sharp blades scattered out, and the dozens of purple lightning spears were scattered by the wind fragments without exception.

When the two collided, they made a loud noise caused by the collision of force. After the roar, they turned into countless smoke and dust and disappeared invisibly.

However, all this was only part of Ou Chuyang's sneak attack strategy. Just as the green and purple energy dissipated, a pair of fists flashing with faint purple light suddenly poked out of the smoke and hit the scholar's heart directly.

The scholar just smiled coldly and showed a disdainful look when his feet stepped gently, and a swaying sensation appeared suddenly. The man took advantage of the halo as a contact and suddenly turned back and appeared behind Ou Chuyang like lightning.

Then, the scholar stopped and swung his palms one after another, slapped Ou Chuyang's back heart.

"Peng"

Two low muffled sounds spread, making everyone stunned. Then they heard the scholar laughing and said, "I knew you were not that simple, but it was not as expected."

"Oh? Is it?"

After one blow, the scholar was smiling proudly when a cold voice suddenly came from behind, which made the former sweat.

He twisted his body violently, and the scholar was about to swing his palms to resist it, but at this moment, the purple light flashed with his palms arrived in front of him like a ghost. In desperation, the scholar leaned back and the fist shadow almost passed by his face, and was almost hit by the fist wind. Feeling the strong wind, the scholar would not have any doubt that if this punch hit his face, it would have a tragic effect. Even if the punch was not hit, the scholar still felt a pain in his face, and there was a faint sense of tearing.

The scholar avoided this punch, but the door opened wide. The unnatural evasion of the former directly caused the incongruence of his body, which gave Ou Chuyang an opportunity to take advantage of.

As the two fists danced, Ou Chuyang seemed to have found the best vent point. Fist shadows were emptying out of Ou Chuyang's hands, and blasted at the scholar's chest and abdomen one after another. Although this blow was extremely fast, Ou Chuyang rushed to take action again, but he, who was very familiar with Cunfen Fist, would naturally not lose his accuracy.

The powerful internal energy surged out, and Ou Chuyang rushed towards the scholar with endless anger. After Ou Chuyang, a powerful martial artsman of the level 6, put on the Emperor's Holy Power Pill, the power of this punch was enough to match the power of a peak martial artsman. And even a small mountain would definitely be shattered.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom, one after another, hitting the scholar's chest and abdomen without exception. The power on the fist is indeed huge, but Ou Chuyang is not confident enough to kill the scholar with just these four fists.
Chapter completed!