"Your arrogance makes me want to kill you!"
The Ghost King's cold voice rang out. A huge hand suddenly appeared in the sky and slammed down.
Countless green runes densely packed on the huge hand emitted waves that stacked on top of each other.
"You can only blame yourself for being useless!"
Long Qianmiao shouted and threw the iron rod on the ground, causing the Samsara Wheel to tremble. A majestic dragon might rushed out from his body.
Green Dragon Qi spiraled up from his body, and wherever it passed, it would transform into a demon. His bright and clean skin was covered with scales, and his forehead bulged like bamboo shoots bursting out of the ground. Two jade-green dragon horns grew out of his head, and the spiritual energy was overwhelming.
His hands also turned into dragon claws, shining brightly. His fingers were as sharp as blades. A dragon tail grew out from his back and wrapped around his waist.
He completely transformed into a half-demon human-dragon form. With a roar, the dragon roared and Jiutian roared.
That power was like a shocking thunder, soaring into the sky. It even condensed into the shape of a dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws at the palm print!
"Rumble!"
The layers of waves under the huge hand were dispersed by the dragon. The entire power was gone, and the palm was pushed back into the sky.
"Boom!"
In a few breaths, it completely exploded under the dragon might and disappeared without a trace.
Only a faint dragon shadow was left in the sky above the Samsara Wheel. It seemed to have passed through and gradually disappeared before everyone's eyes.
Such an astonishing strike was vigorous and mighty, giving off a feeling of boundless power.
Everyone was surprised and delighted. Some were in awe, some were afraid, some were worried, but most of them were ecstatic. With Long Qianmiao around, they felt very safe.
Liu Feiyan's eyes revealed a trace of fear. She was not his match before he took the dragon form. Now that he had such a terrifying power, it was hard for her to have the will to fight.
"What?!"
The Ghost King's surprised voice sounded in the sky. Somewhere in the sky, a green light flashed, and his real body appeared, his face full of shock.
Long Qianmiao said coldly, "If this is all you have, you will become a laughing stock."
The Ghost King trembled with anger and said coldly, "You are indeed very strong. With the blood of a true dragon, the reincarnation power cannot suppress you!"
"Tsk!"
Long Qianmiao sneered disdainfully, "Do you mean you're admitting defeat?"
"Hmph!"
The Ghost King snorted coldly and said in a ferocious voice, "The reincarnation power can't suppress you, but it doesn't mean that I can't do anything to you."
His hands began to form incantations, and the entire reincarnation wheel spun quickly. The 33 Merit Cauldrons sensed this, and their hand seals changed at the same time. Rays of green light flew out and turned into runes in the air. They stuck to the ghost king's body and then disappeared in a flash, entering his body.
"Ha!"
The Ghost King roared, his eyes wide open!
As the green runes absorbed it, its body began to swell at a rate visible to the naked eye, and it instantly became more than 50% larger.
The air around him was shaken by his physical strength and exploded with a "Bang Bang Bang" sound.
"You can transform into a dragon, but I can also increase my strength!"
The Ghost King roared and punched the air. His whole body turned into a stream of light and flew down along with the power of the punch.
"Hmph!"
Long Qianmiao let out a heavy snort. His face was filled with disdain, but he didn't dare to underestimate his opponent.
His origin energy surged, and the iron rod shook. He grabbed it in his hand and swung it toward the power of the punch!
Countless runes and halos appeared on the iron rod, and as he swung it, they were all released.
"Boom!"
The two figures suddenly collided, and endless power spread in all directions.
Green gas churned in the sky, and dragon might roared below.
The two powers corroded and melted each other. The entire reincarnation wheel shook, and space swayed.
The two powers were locked in a stalemate, but as the reincarnation wheel spun, more and more green gas entered the Ghost King's body. Slowly, the green gas gathered and began to gain the upper hand.
Long Qianmiao's body was surrounded by rings of green light. This was the power of dragon might, but it was being consumed very quickly, causing his face to turn pale.
"Hmph, fighting with me, even if you are a true spirit, you will still die!"
The Ghost King sneered. His left hand also formed a fist and punched down.
The two fists met in the air, and with a bang, the green gas surged.
Under the power of the fist, the power instantly increased by several times, and it pressed down fiercely!
"Boom!"
Long Qianmiao finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he suddenly spun away.
The power of the fist slammed into the large reincarnation wheel, causing countless runes to tremble. They turned into slashes in the air and shot out.
Bang, bang, bang!
Long Qianmiao waved his iron rod and shattered all the slashes.
In a flash, the Ghost King closed in on Long Qianmiao. With a single step, he appeared directly in front of Long Qianmiao and punched out.
Boom!
The air directly exploded. Long Qianmiao held the iron rod with both hands, and it spun in the air, turning into a tai chi pattern.
The power of the fist suddenly turned in the tai chi pattern, and it deviated to the side.
The Ghost King frowned. He only felt that his power was instantly guided, and his punch deviated, sliding past Long Qianmiao's side.
"Hmph!"
He snorted coldly, turned his fist into a claw, and grabbed at the other party's dantian. At the same time, he punched out with his left hand, and the space around him was immediately sucked in by the power of the fist.
Long Qianmiao was shocked. After absorbing the power of the 33 merit points, the other party seemed to be above him.
He lowered his iron rod and blocked in front of his dantian.
Bang!
The Ghost King grabbed the iron rod with his sharp claws, and then punched out.
The two fought in close combat, and their speed was extremely fast. Those who were not strong enough could only see afterimages, and some could only see flashes of light, but couldn't even catch a glimpse of them.
Long Qianmiao was forced to let go of his iron rod, and his arms drew a circle in front of him. He also clenched his left hand into a dragon fist to meet the attack!
The vague shadow of a dragon suddenly appeared on the fist. Dragon Battles in the Wild, Dragon Roars Jiutian!
"Boom!"
The power of the fist surged between the two, shaking in all directions.
The martial artists in the distance were shocked. The power made them retreat continuously, all the way to the edge of the large reincarnation wheel. Outside was a pitch-black endless space, and no one dared to go out.
"En!"
Long Qianmiao grunted. The other party's punch had directly broken through his dragon might.
The blood in his body instantly boiled, and the shadow of a True Dragon appeared behind him, returning to his body and suppressing the power of the fist.
The result of forcibly resisting it was that a mouthful of blood gushed up his throat and overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't take a step back!
The Ghost King also felt a power rebound from his arm, causing his body to tremble. But his brows furrowed, and he laughed sinisterly, "You want to rely on your half-dragon body to resist it? Childish! "
He shouted and took a step forward. A wave of power shot out along his arm like waves, stacking layer upon layer, each wave stronger than the one before.
Long Qianmiao's expression changed drastically as he felt his left fist starting to crumble. Even with his half-dragon body, he was unable to withstand that destructive force. The dragon scales on his arm were torn apart, and intense pain spread through his body.
"Hah!"
He roared, and his expression became ferocious. A dragon's head could be vaguely seen, and his right hand suddenly formed a seal before slapping the iron rod.
"Bang!"
A Doctrine Artifact spread out, and the rhythm of a profound level artifact emanating from the iron rod shook the entire Grand Wheel.
Everyone was shocked, looking at the iron rod in astonishment. They didn't know what kind of profound level artifact it was. It looked so ordinary, but it had such spirituality.
Li Yunxiao's body trembled, and his pupils constricted, revealing a look of horror.
In his Rainbow Demonic Eyes, he vaguely saw that the sword in the iron rod was activated. Countless sword talismans surged out, and the sky was filled with sword will. Not only did it revolve around the two of them, but it also began to condense in the air, turning into a sea of Sword Qi.
The Ghost King's body trembled, and his left hand, which was holding the iron rod, couldn't help but tremble, as if he felt something terrifying.
"Not good!"
He suddenly shouted, and the power of his fist surged out, shaking off the other party, and immediately leaped into the air, retreating.
"Clang!!"
The crisp sound of a sword rose up, reverberating in everyone's ears, causing tinnitus, as if they had temporarily lost their hearing.
Then, there was a flash of cold light, piercing everyone's eyes, blinding them for a short period of time. In the midst of their vision, they seemed to see a white ribbon spread out in the air.
Before the crowd could sense the terrifying sword will, they first saw a spray of blood, followed by the Ghost King's miserable shriek.
"Ah!!"
The Ghost King's body flipped in the air, and he let out a loud howl.
Then, he fell down hard, directly smashing into the Grand Wheel. There was a terrifying sword wound on his chest, from his left shoulder to the right side of his waist, and his whole body seemed to be on the verge of breaking apart.
Long Qianmiao's eyes narrowed, and he said coldly, "What a tough body, but can you still withstand a second strike of my sword?"
The sword in his hand shone like water, causing waves to surge. As it trembled, it seemed to transform into a long river, with a hidden dragon.
"What kind of sword is that?!"
Everyone's hearts trembled, and they looked at each other in shock, seeing the fear in each other's eyes.
There was also a hint of fear in the Ghost King's eyes, and he forced himself to retreat.
Li Yunxiao took a deep breath, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Although he had never seen that sword before, its aura gave him a familiar feeling, but he didn't dare to believe it, so he didn't dare to confirm it.
Long Qianmiao stepped forward with his sword, and he said coldly, "If you can die by this sword, your trip to the Realm of Heaven Martial Arts won't be in vain!"
After the Ghost King retreated several steps, he found there was no way to retreat. His face fell, and he said coldly, "I was careless. I thought there were no Ten Directions Rules in this world, and you were at most ordinary Divine Transcendents. I didn't expect there to be someone with the power of a Real Spirit!"
Everyone was shocked. No one knew how strong Real Spirits were, but they were all existences in the Ten Directions Divine Realm. Did Long Qianmiao already have the power of the Divine Realm?
Wei Qing was also shocked, and a complicated look appeared in his eyes.
Duanmu Youyu praised, "A comprehension that surpasses the peak of the Martial Path, and a tenth-grade dragon blood, Long Qianmiao is probably the strongest person in the world. Ghost King, it's not a shame that you died by his hands. "
"Humph, not a shame?"
The Ghost King said coldly, "You know, this Reincarnation Grand Wheel only sends 60% of my main body's power, and it suppresses me, so I can only raise my power to 60%. Once I surpass this limit, I will suffer a backlash."
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