With a tearing sound, the Dragon revealed his true appearance.
A dark blue robe, a white belt, a black cloak and a black mask.
This was a mask engraved with mysterious patterns. Just like the pitch-black eyes on the back, it was cold and emotionless. Even though Ji Polu didn't move and didn't look at him, he even used his elbow to support his cheek in boredom, Ji Polu still didn't move.
No one could maintain their composure after being humiliated like this.
"Tyrant, your era is over." Dragon maintained his posture of pointing his sword at Ji Polu's head as he spoke.
Just like a sleeping tiger king whose attention was finally attracted by an annoying fly beside his leg, Ji Polu's eyeballs moved slightly, and his gaze landed on the dragon for the first time. "Noisy."
He raised his left hand and slapped.
Bang!
An unimaginable amount of energy condensed at an unimaginable speed. The Dragon was instantly sent flying, crashing through the city walls and crashing into a house outside of Parting Hatred Palace.
"Dragon!"
Seeing their leader being sent flying, the Fengtian disciples were all shocked.
"Continue your mission, don't worry about me."
The Dragon flew up from the house and returned to the walls of Parting Hatred Palace. He stood in the air for some reason and patted the dust off his body. His eyes were still emotionless. "Tyrant is Tyrant. Looks like I've severely underestimated you."
He gripped the air lightly and an ancient sword appeared. "Fengtian Sect, Dragon. Tyrant, please enlighten me."
As soon as he said "teach", he had already slashed several times in the air.
The rays of sword light split into several directions and lengthened halfway, forming into the shape of a sword. It created a vacuum without a sound.
This so-called vacuum was the existence of all illusions and reality. They were all annihilated by the formless sword aura emitted by the sword light. Nothing existed in this vacuum, it was the true domain of the sword.
These few strikes finally caught Ji Polu's attention. He raised his head slightly, his gaze seemingly penetrating the essence of the sword light in an instant. His tiger body trembled slightly, and the air within a radius of several hundred feet shook violently.
The two were like two invisible meteorites colliding. Imagine the explosion of invisible sparks, piercing through the earth and sky.
Although there was no fire, the earth and the sky were really penetrated.
When the Dragon once again stood before Ji Polu, their eyes finally met.
Ji Polu slowly stood up. His right foot stomped on the ground and his body shot up into the sky.
Long Yi flipped the sword in his hand, then holding it, he quickly followed behind.
What followed was the clash between the fist force and the sword light. Not many people present could clearly see the fight between the two of them. They only knew that wherever they went, they would cause widespread destruction.
Until the Five Stars Soaring Dragon descended.
…
The battlefield was huge, so huge that it was impossible to see its borders. It was so huge that it was impossible to tell where the battle cries came from.
The battlefield was also very small, so small that a meteorite could completely cover it.
When the meteor fell, everyone would die.
Yan Li pulled his sword back from the corpse of a giant ant. Suddenly, he heard a whistling sound pass by his ear. In a flash, a human-shaped weapon fell from the sky.
With Wang Yuanjie's current appearance, it would not be an exaggeration to call him a human-shaped weapon.
Terrifying changes appeared all over his body. First, his hair stood up and hardened, like a forest of steel needles. Every strand seemed to be able to pierce through gold and silver. Both his hands and arms grew blades that flickered with a threatening cold light. They could easily cut through iron like mud. His ten fingers also turned into iron caltrops, butterfly darts, cold stars, and other hidden weapons.
Especially terrifying were his legs. Layers of spiral blades grew from his leg bones, spinning like a whirlwind. Those giant ants would be dismembered the moment they touched them.
He landed several meters in front of Yan Li. Turning back, his needle-like hair collided with each other, emitting a crisp metallic sound. "How many did you kill?"
Yan Li said without batting an eyelid, "I didn't count."
"Ha!" Wang Yuanjie's eyes seemed to have turned red from killing. His entire body emitted dense killing intent. "It's right that you didn't count. Not counting means that you killed too many and can't count them all. Are you interested in a competition? "
"What competition?" Yan Li asked.
"From now on, we'll compete to see who can kill more." Wang Yuanjie stared at Yan Li with a burning gaze. "If you beat me, I'll directly put your name in the top ten of the Prodigy List. If you lose, you'll have to fight with me. Listen carefully, it's a duel to the death! "
"Why?" Yan Li asked.
"I need to constantly break through in the midst of life and death. I can feel the threat of death from you!" Wang Yuanjie said excitedly.
"There are so many monsters here. Any one of them can kill you," Yan Li said.
"No!" Wang Yuanjie said.
"No?" Yan Li said.
"They're not enough!" Wang Yuanjie said.
"Not enough?" Yan Li said.
"I need someone like Feng Jiu. But from the moment I provoked Feng Jiu, I'm already dead," Wang Yuanjie said.
"I don't know Feng Jiu," Yan Li said.
"You don't know him?" Wang Yuanjie said.
"Do I have to know him?" Yan Li said.
"You have to know him!" Wang Yuanjie said.
"What if I don't know him?" Yan Li said.
Wang Yuanjie's eyes flickered. "You don't know him either?"
"I don't know him," Yan Li said.
"You don't even ask who he is," Wang Yuanjie said.
Yan Li said, "You don't dare to provoke Feng Jiu, but you dare to provoke me?"
"Of course," Wang Yuanjie said.
"Just because he's Feng Jiu?" Yan Li said.
"That's right," Wang Yuanjie said.
"I'm not interested." Yan Li turned around and left.
Wang Yuanjie smiled mysteriously. He extended his fingers and aimed at Yan Li's back.
Yan Li suddenly stopped and said without turning his head, "I have a suggestion. Do you want to hear it?"
"Go ahead." Wang Yuanjie stopped.
"There's no need for a bet. As long as you help us defend Parting Hatred Palace today, I'll fight to the death with you," Yan Li said.
"Okay!" Wang Yuanjie nodded without hesitation.
He thought that this was no different from the order he had received. What he didn't know was that he was originally just following orders, but now it had become a matter that concerned him personally.
"The one with the fan, what are you doing? Don't die!"
"I've been entrusted with a task … Young Master Wei, don't worry about me … hurry and go …"
Yan Li looked in the direction of the voice and saw a few Worshipping Disciples attacking Ji Hyun-woon and Lianhai TingTao. The two of them couldn't hold on much longer.
"Hurry up and help. Add another condition. Young Master Wei can't die!"
"No problem." Wang Yuanjie smiled confidently. He turned into a gust of wind and rushed forward.
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