In the sky above the Mei Mountain, two figures charged at each other. The moment they collided, the sword and spear collided, creating bolts of lightning and fire. A gust of wind swept across the world.
The two figures chased each other and fought fiercely. It was hard to tell who was going to win.
The demon and god clearly didn't use any spells to connect with the power of the world, but the aftermath of their battle caused the wind and rain within a thousand mile radius to lose their balance and the sky to change color.
How could one's body be so strong?
All the celestials and gods were shocked. The five continents and four seas were speechless.
The celestial soldiers in the sky, the demon soldiers on the ground. The two armies faced each other, and the general went first!
The head of the Mei Mountain's Eight Monsters, the dragon spirit Wang Linzhi, challenged Yang Jian. When he tried to attack, Yang Jian easily countered his attack. He was shocked.
For the sake of the Mei Mountain's demon clan, the dragon spirit directly used the secret method of burning his blood to defeat Yang Jian quickly.
However, he had never imagined that even so, the treasured saber in his hand was still no match for Yang Jian's three-pointed, double-edged spear. As soon as they exchanged blows, the large saber in his hand fell into a disadvantageous position and was firmly suppressed by Yang Jian.
There was no exchange of blows, and it was definitely not a tie. It was Yang Jian attacking without defending, and Wang Linzhi was forced to retreat again and again.
The winner was obvious!
In terms of strength, Wang Linzhi was no match for Yang Jian. In terms of martial arts, Wang Linzhi's moves were a bit fierce, but they were not even one-tenth as powerful as the three-pointed, double-edged spear. How could he win?
However, in the eyes of the bystanders, this battle was rather intense and intense.
Yang Jian held the spear in his hand. Sometimes he would raise the spear and sometimes he would swing it left and right. Wang Linzhi struggled to deal with it, so he basically used the sword in his hand as a shield. Luckily, this sword had an extraordinary origin, so it could only create sparks and hold on for a while.
Wang Linzhi thought that if he continued to fight with Yang Jian like this, he would lose for sure. He had to find a way to switch from defense to offense.
But when did Yang Jian give him a chance to be distracted? The three-pointed, double-edged spear was aimed at Wang Linzhi's throat. The latter retreated in a hurry and looked a bit embarrassed.
For Wang Linzhi to think like this, he had already lost his spirit.
"Big brother!" A loud shout came from the top of the Plum Mountain. It was Yuan Hong, who was sitting on the second seat of the Plum Mountain. This white ape had hidden his strength well. At this moment, he shouted, "Why don't we use our divine arts to take him down!"
Wang Linzhi drew his saber and retreated, but Yang Jian chased after him with his spear, not giving the Flood Dragon any chance to use his supernatural powers.
This time, Wang Linzhi was at a disadvantage. He was being chased by Yang Jian in the sky and on the ground, causing the flood dragon spirit to cry out in anger.
But this guy still had his ability, so Yang Jian, and Wang Linzhi couldn't take him down.
Yang Jian thought to himself, A long battle won't be good for my side, which already has the advantage in morale.
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Early in the morning, the Golden Crow Star shone brightly. Many huge stars appeared in the sky, scattering down starlight like a waterfall, swallowing Yang Jian.
Wang Linzhi could finally catch his breath. He raised his sword, opened his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of blood on the sword.
The demon sword in his hand trembled, and there was a faint roar of a dragon and a tiger. It was breathtaking!
Wang Linzhi was burning his blood and spitting out blood. No matter if he won or lost, he would be greatly injured. But Wang Linzhi was eager to protect the mountain, and wanted to use this battle to make a name for himself, so he couldn't care too much.
Ding …
Wang Linzhi couldn't tell where the bell came from, but it entered his ears. Wang Linzhi's expression froze, and his eyes gradually turned blood red.
A powerful demon was secretly making a move, and Wang Linzhi's demon soul power was completely stimulated!
"Ah!" Wang Linzhi raised his head and screamed. This time, there was a bit more pain in his scream.
On the other side, the starlight gradually faded, revealing Yang Jian who was wearing a light yellow robe. The starlight was attached to the light yellow robe, and Yang Jian's entire person looked a bit more ethereal.
And the three-pointed, double-edged spear in his hand was even sharper. It shone with a cold light, and there was an additional power of the stars.
This was Yang Jian's full battle power!
"Die!" Wang Linzhi roared, and waved his sword as he rushed forward. Along the way, dozens of blood-colored sword lights were scattered, and they slashed at Yang Jian.
Yang Jian leaped up high, dodging most of the sword lights, and dove down from the sky like an eagle hunting a rabbit.
His speed was very fast, and he left behind a trail of starlight!
"Yang Jian!"
Wang Linzhi gritted his teeth and roared, and the two figures clashed again!
Yang Jian was focused on dealing with Wang Linzhi, and he was looking for a weak point on Wang Linzhi's body. Suddenly, his mind became clear, and he felt that the waves of sword lights that were rushing towards him suddenly slowed down a lot. And not far away, Wang Linzhi's ferocious face appeared in his eyes.
Slow …
The Flood Dragon Spirit seemed to have fallen into an invisible quagmire, and he waved his sword very slowly.
Quagmire?
It seemed that what was stopping the Flood Dragon Spirit were ropes that were binding him, and he did not know why he jumped out of these ropes, and his whole body was free, without any feeling of stagnation.
"Those ropes are the Dao."
A voice sounded in his heart, and after saying this, it was silent again. Yang Jian could not tell whose voice it was, but it seemed to be his master's, and it seemed to be the indomitable giant that he had once experienced.
Closing his eyes, Yang Jian had never felt so relaxed.
He held the three-pointed, double-edged spear with both hands, and the spear also became one with him, and he was enjoying the sudden appearance of lightness in this instant.
When Yang Jian opened his eyes, his gaze was very calm, and the three-pointed, double-edged spear seemed to have come to life, "pulling" Yang Jian's hands, and drew a trace of the Dao.
The second collision between the two occurred at the moment when Yang Jian waved his spear!
This time, there was no lightning, fire, or the impact of the wind …
When the onlookers looked at the moment of the collision with the naked eye, they seemed to see flashes of saber light, and there seemed to be shadows of spears.
However, cultivators could use their divine senses to completely capture that instant of the fight between the two, but they had to recall it in their hearts for a long time before they could completely understand their movements.
Wang Linzhi waved his saber eighteen times, and Yang Jian waved his spear seventy-two times. The difference between the two was obvious.
The world was somewhat quiet, and the silence was a little strange.
Yang Jian and Wang Linzhi had their backs to each other. Yang Jian slowly turned around, his eyes unfocused, and his mind was thinking about the wonderful state that he had fallen into.
The starlight on the light yellow robe gradually gathered, and a hair on his forehead was gently broken, and slowly floated down.
Wang Linzhi, on the other hand, had his back to Yang Jian, and did not move at all. Suddenly, a bloody crack appeared on his forehead, and blood spurted out. Suddenly, wounds of different lengths appeared all over his body, and blood spurted out all over his body. His whole body was like an airbag that had been sucked dry, and he quickly deflated!
"Big Brother!"
On the top of the mountain, Yuan Hong let out a sorrowful cry, and the Seven Freaks of Mount Mei shouted at the same time.
The young general of the Celestial Court with a quiver on his back shouted, "Victory to the True Monarch!"
Yang Jian's figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Wang Linzhi. With a gentle sweep of his spear, Wang Linzhi's head flew high into the air. The Celestial Hound bit on Wang Linzhi's hair, and it galloped in the sky.
The morale of Yang Jian's side was greatly boosted!
"All troops, listen up! Kill the demons of Mount Mei! "
The numerous figures on top of Mount Mei shouted in unison, "Yes, Sir!"
The generals of Mount Mei charged at the front. Zhang Boshi raised his head and roared, "Avenge Mount Mei!"
The soldiers of Mount Mei roared at the same time, and directly pressed towards the peak of Mount Mei!
Seeing this, Yang Jian could only sigh in his heart. He didn't use the military order to stop them, and only rushed to the front. His eyes were locked on the white ape standing on the drum platform in the mountain.
Yuan Hong, the legendary Divine Ape. Although he mixed in with the demon race, he was considered a chaotic spirit.
This ape's ability might even be above Wang Linzhi's.
But at this moment, Yang Jian ignored the might of his own army.
Looking at the army, Daon brought more than 10 battle shamans to the front of Mount Mei. They were old enemies with the demons, so their killing intent wasn't any weaker than the generals of Mount Mei. They directly filled the gap of experts in Mount Mei's army.
The soldiers of Mount Mei were here to fight to the death with the demons of Mount Mei. Just their gazes were enough to scare the demons of Mount Mei so much that they didn't dare to look directly at them.
On the left, the celestial heroes showered down their magical treasures. On the right, the heroes of Dragon Palace controlled the wind and rain.
What scared the demons the most was the celestial soldiers that had set up an inescapable net in the sky. If 100,000 bolts of lightning came a few more times, Mount Mei would probably be razed to the ground!
The pig spirit cried and roared, "The one who kills Yang Jian will be the new king of Mount Mei!"
But not only did this not boost the morale of the demons, it made them even more frightened.
Yuan Hong gripped his metal rod tightly and looked at the army pressing down from the sky. His eyes were filled with anger, but he didn't lose his reason.
"Ancestor, please help us!"
"Ai!" With a sigh, three figures appeared in the sky above Mount Mei. They waved their palms at the three armies that were charging down, creating a strong wind that wanted to blow them away.
"Ha." With a sneer, more than 10 Daoists appeared in the sky above Yang Jian's head. The one in the lead was the second disciple of Jade Palace, Chijing Zi. "Look at the demons. Their fate has come to an end."
Before he could finish his words, Daoist Lord Tianzun, who was next to him, produced a magic shield. The magic shield instantly enveloped Yang Jian's troops. No matter how strong the wind was, it couldn't even move a hair on them.
A battle between supreme cultivators!
Three patriarchs of the demon race appeared, but more than 10 supreme cultivators appeared on Yang Jian's side.
Naturally, not all of these supreme cultivators were from Jade Palace. Four of them were seniors who protected the human race from the five continents of the Primordial World. Yang Jian's crusade against Mount Mei was also to eliminate a huge threat to the human race. Naturally, they had to support the human race.
Seeing this, the three demon patriarchs did not dare to stay any longer.
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