Chapter 391 -- Bai Hongtongxia

With the last low voice of Yan Yunlong, the atmosphere in the field suddenly solidified!

"Is this just the beginning? Oh, my God, how far will their battle be?"

Some warriors are numb at this time. They can't believe that such a battle has only begun. What level would a real battle be?

Wo!

However, this solidification only lasted for a few breaths, and then a shocking evil spirit suddenly broke out from the field. He saw that the Yan Yunlong's body instantly turned into a remnant shadow, and a golden sword fell into his hand, and the sword body swept straight out and stabbed Lin Yuan's throat like abruptly.

And at the end of Yan Yunlong's action, Lin Yuan's cautious eyes were also condensed, and the soles of his feet stamped the ground, and the magnificent purple sword light swept away from his body.

The purple-gold light flashed, and the Qiankun sword appeared in his hand. The purple-gold sword handle flashed out. The purple-gold sword light surged on his arm, and the power in his body surged in, and then he directly split down angrily with the Qiankun sword.

"Kka!"

The golden sword and the purple-gold universe sword collided in the next instant, and the fierce wind swept away.

The purple-gold spiritual power on Lin Yuan's arms flashed crazily, resisting the strength that invaded his body. The next, his eyes were cold, his left foot stepped out, and his body was half-spin, while his right foot was whipped out.

Bang!

At the spur of Lin Yuan's right leg whip, his leg was also a purple-gold spiritual surge, directly turning into a beast's foot, and then brought up such an indescribable amount of violent violence, and his leg was thrown away with a fierce whip on Yan Yunlong's chest.

Lin Yuan's own body is already strong enough, and the power of this kick is extremely horrible. If he is kicked, he will definitely be directly seriously injured.

Lin Yuan did not make any such a warm-up move. Once he took action, it was an extremely fierce offensive, because he knew very well that in the face of a difficult opponent such as Yan Yunlong in anger, any warm-up and temptation was useless.

Lin Yuan threw out, and the terrible power tore the air and the ground, and then fell to Yan Yunlong's chest like lightning. The sound of breaking the wind pierced the eardrums.

When Yan Yunlong saw such a scene, the fierce light condensed in his eyes. He also sensed the strength of Lin Yuan's leg wind, but he did not have the idea of underestimate. If people like him had such thoughts psychologically at all times, I'm afraid he would have known how many times he had died.

"Bai Hongtongxia!"

Yan Yunlong's golden sword resisted Lin Yuan's purple-gold sword, and the other palm rotated into a fist. Then, a golden light suddenly burst out from his arm. Immediately, he punched out!

Yan Yunlong's fist is not too powerful, but in the boxing wind, there is a fierce murderous intention. The murderous intention is as cold as substance, overwhelming, like the fist of death.

Bang!

Yan Yunlong's fist collided fiercely with the purple-gold leg wind. The purple-gold light and golden light swept out almost at the same time, like two fierce wolves, crazily devouring and eroding each other.

Bang bang!

In the place where the two stood, the ground directly burst open, and huge cracks, like spider webs, spread crazily from their feet. The whole site collapsed in an instant. That scene made the warriors tremble.

With the spread of the blog, the whole space is like a ripple, and the cracks in the space are scattered from time to time, and terrible thunder swept through the remnant clouds.

Wo!

Yan Yunlong actually retreated dozens of times this time, and his body was not harmed, let alone directly bombarded underground.

Lin Yuan's eyes were cold. He saw that such a fierce offensive was still stopped by Yan Yunlong. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the next moment, the leg wind suddenly retracted. Just as the leg wind was half, Lin Yuan's legs roared out again, bringing the remnants of the road and harsh sound explosion, and quickly enveloped Yan Yunlong like lightning. .

This is not to mention. At the moment when his legs kicked Yan Yunlong, the unparalleled sword light of the purple-gold spiritual power carrier also came east and stabbed in the direction of Yan Yunlong.

The legs filled with terrible power, coupled with the purple-gold sword spirit, rapidly enlarged in Yan Yunlong's eyes. Lin Yuan's storm offensive also made Yan Yunlong climb up fiercely in his eyes, clenched his right fist, and the golden sword spirit and the generals of his legs suddenly exploded out.

The fist shadows all over the sky and the sword shadow all over the sky are instantly connected, and they also permeate in front of Yan Yunlong. Above those fist shadows and sword shadows are all filled with huge golden yellow light, surging with amazing fluctuations.

Bang bang!

The wind and fist shadow of the legs and the fierce sword shadow finally collided with each other. The movements were undoubtedly earth-shaking. The whole air seemed to tremble violently at this moment. On the ground, some rocks and trees directly burst into powder under the strong wind.

All the warriors stared at the almost destroyed rocks and trees. Obviously, they did not expect that the confrontation between the two was so fierce.

As for the warriors brought by Yan Yunlong, they have long been blown far away by such a strong wind. They looked at such hard bumps in the field, and their cheeks also changed slightly.

"It's too strong and exciting. I've only seen such a battle in my life..."

"It's worthy of being a genius. Such a teenager can be called a genius. In the middle of Zifu against the late Zifu, he did not fall behind at all."

"Haha! In this battle, I also instantly understood some martial arts that I couldn't figure out before.

Some of the martial artists present were marveling, some were roaring, some were roaring, and some experienced martial arts and broke through it.

Life is vivid and vivid at this time.

The eyes in the sky, with a thick vibration, looked at the dusty mid-air, where the void had collapsed, and the light wind blew away the dust and fog. Then, the sound of the wind sounded quickly. The two figures shot backwards from the dust fog, and the soles of their feet rubmed on the ground and drew a trace hundreds of meters long.

Wo!

The eyes of the whole audience, when the two figures shot backwards, also condensed in an instant, and then there were some low uproar.

At this time, Yan Yunlong's hair spread out, and the golden sword in his hand pointed to the ground obliquely. A wisp of blood flowed out of his mouth. On his chest, he could faintly see several dazzling footprints.

And opposite Lin Yuan's body, purple-gold spiritual power fluctuated from time to time, and a punch print appeared on his back.

The battle between the two was electric, but fierce, and their bodies also carried the traces left by each other. Such a battle was so fierce.

Looking at the two people with fierce and cold eyes in the field, many martial artists in the purple realm's breathing slowed down a little. The two people in the field were like fierce lions who dominated one side on the grassland, and when they met, the battle was only tragic.

But as for who can laugh to the end, perhaps no one can give a definite answer now.