"Main body, follow me!"
Yun Fan curled his lips and strode forward.
This was the outer area of Wanyao Mountain. The strength of the demon race was not very strong. After being shocked by the Dragon Clone, Yun Fan quickly reached the two Main Peaks.
"Stop! A fake dragon dares to show off in front of Wanyao Mountain. I'll give you a chance. Scram now before it's too late. Otherwise … "
A young man in black clothes appeared and blocked in front of Yun Fan. Before he could finish his words, the Dragon Clone punched him.
"I'll give you a chance. Scram now before it's too late. Otherwise, I'll beat you up so badly that even your mother won't recognize you."
"Arrogant!"
The young man's cheeks trembled. The black mole on the side of his cheek added a bit of fierceness to him.
A Vajra Flying Claw flew towards the Dragon Clone. The Dragon Clone punched and the Vajra Flying Claw flew back.
The young man's face darkened. He held another Vajra Flying Claw in his hand and soared into the sky. Two Flying Claw flew out.
As the Vajra Flying Claw descended rapidly, many demons in the surroundings screamed in excitement.
"As expected of the monstrous genius of our Wanyao Mountain. He really broke through Rank Nine. That's a Void Crack! "
"To be able to force Ying Zhangkong to use Skyward Nine Strikes, this fake dragon is not bad!"
"A fake dragon is a fake dragon. How can he be compared to Ying Zhangkong? It's already not bad if he can withstand three strikes of Skyward Nine Strikes."
"That's true. Even the geniuses of the super sects of the five states and four territories are not Ying Zhangkong's match. He's a fake dragon … "
The excited voices suddenly stopped. One by one, they looked at the battle in the sky as if they had seen a ghost.
Ying Zhangkong's Skyward Nine Strikes was indeed powerful. Every time he attacked, the power would increase.
This was somewhat similar to Mei Yingxue's Warring the Heavens Art. However, compared to Warring the Heavens Art, Skyward Nine Strikes was much weaker.
If Heaven Fighting Art could double the attack power of each slash, then Heaven Facing Nine Strikes would not even reach half of that.
The Dragon Clone and Ying Zhangkong continued to fight, and Ying Zhangkong's moves continued to fall. Eventually, they began to repeat themselves.
"How is this possible? He actually parried Nine Heavenly Strikes? "
"Could it be a real dragon? Otherwise, how could it be so strong?"
"However, even if he managed to block it, he would still be suppressed. It's just that it would take him a little longer. Isn't the result the same?"
Ying Zhangkong was the strongest existence among the younger generation of the Demon Clan. Normally, they could only look up to him.
If such a Demon Race lost, then the entire Demon Race would lose face. Moreover, this was the Wanyao Mountain. Losing was no different from being smashed by people.
"Good. I didn't expect a fake dragon to be so powerful. You are the first to be able to force me to use my real body."
Ying Changkong shouted coldly. He raised his arms and turned into a huge eagle.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew, and sand and stones flew everywhere. The Vajra Flying Claws descended, causing the entire space to tremble.
The Dragon Clone punched away the two Vajra Flying Claws. At the same time, the eagle's claws rapidly descended. Together with the Vajra Flying Claws, it had four claws.
The Nine Heavenly Strikes' attack power of the four claws had doubled. Every time the claws descended, cracks could be seen in the void.
"Too strong. Is this Ying Zhangkong's real strength?"
"This fake dragon is going to be unlucky. Even if it survives, there won't be much meat left."
It was the first time for many of the Demon Race to see a dragon. Although they knew that Ying Zhangkong would win, they still felt that the fake dragon was overestimating itself.
"Take my final claw! Tear Space! "
Four claws descended at the same time. This time, the moment the Dragon Clone's fist met the claws, the four claws seemed to fuse into one, becoming a single claw.
Five cracks appeared in the surrounding space. Like an enlarged claw, they descended together.
Boom!
The Dragon Clone's body was sent flying and smashed into the rocks, creating a huge crater.
"Alright. Although you're a fake dragon, you're still a Demon. Although your strength is not bad, you're not qualified to challenge the mountain. Let's go! "
Ying Zhangkong waved his hand, showing a magnanimous attitude.
The surrounding Demons also chimed in, "Yes, Ying Zhangkong is the most outstanding genius of our Thousand Monster Mountain, or even the entire Planet Tianhuang. It's normal for you to lose."
"You can brag about it for the rest of your life after fighting with Ying Zhangkong for so long."
"Lord Ying Zhangkong is magnanimous. If it were any other Demon Race, it would be hard for you to leave."
The Dragon Clone did not even look at them. He turned to Yun Fan and said, "Have you seen enough? I've suffered a lot because of you.
If you haven't seen enough, then let the disease come out. It's too boring to fight like this. I don't even dare to use my strength! "
"They say that the Demon Race's defense is strong, but I never thought that a fake dragon like you would have such thick skin.
Don't dare to use your strength? If I hit you again, you won't even have the strength to get up. "Ying Zhangkong sneered.
The Dragon Clone did not speak. Just when he was about to use his full strength, Yun Fan suddenly told him to take it slow, saying that he wanted to see how strong Ying Zhangkong was.
He had no choice. Who asked him to be the original? The Dragon Clone held back and only used half of his strength.
It was not that he did not want to speak, but he was afraid that once he opened his mouth, he would not be able to contain the fire and kill Ying Zhangkong.
This was Thousand Monster Mountain, and the Sect Leader was a Rank Ten Demon Race, which was equivalent to the Ascension Realm of humans. Even if the original used all his trump cards, it would not be enough!
"Alright, don't be too harsh!" Yun Fan smiled.
"Don't worry, I'll only use 60% at most."
The Dragon Clone rose, looked at Ying Zhangkong, and hooked his dragon claws.
"It seems that you really want to die. You are also a Demon Race, but the dignity of Thousand Monster Mountain is not to be challenged. Go to hell! "
Ying Zhangkong was angry. His first move was his strongest Space Tear. Seeing the four claws coming down, the Dragon Clone curled his lips.
His body did not move, but he clenched his dragon claws and punched.
Boom!
The space shook, and cracks in the void quickly spread to the surroundings, as if the sky was broken.
The trees below were instantly turned into dust, and even the rocks on the surface were shaved off by more than ten centimeters. The Demon Race who were watching the battle were even worse off, and one by one, they were sent flying.
When they got back to their feet, their jaws dropped.
"How could this be? Did he really not use his full strength? "
"He can't be a real dragon, right? Otherwise, how could he be so strong?"
"That was Ying Zhangkong's strongest attack, and he was sent flying just like that?"
Up in the sky, the Dragon Clone slowly descended. Looking at Ying Zhangkong, who was lying in a pit that was even bigger than the one he created, he smiled.
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