As Song Gudu spoke, his chest that had been scratched by Li Muyang's claws was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The red blood was no longer splattering, and the torn flesh was healing itself.
The wound was surrounded by a circle of white light. The white light turned into fragmented stars that flickered on the wound. Soon, even the internal organs that were visible had disappeared.
Song Gudu, the old dog — — his ability to heal himself seemed to be more powerful than Li Muyang, the dragon.
Li Muyang's body was injured, and it would take some time for him to recover.
"You should know that this kind of injury has no lethality to me — —" Song Gudu said, looking at Li Muyang. "Just as no matter how many times I cut you, how many ribs I break, as long as I don't cut off your head — — even cutting off your head is useless, as long as I don't destroy your soul, you will have a chance to make a comeback. Your existence has already explained the truth of this sentence. "
The Eye of the Starry Sky, peering into the starry sky.
There was no doubt that Song Gudu was known as the 'strongest person of the Starry Sky realm' for decades. Just from his extensive research on the Dragon clan that had disappeared for tens of thousands of years, as well as his understanding of Li Muyang's own condition, it was enough to show his meticulous mind and keen vision.
It was as if under the starry sky, there was nothing that Song Gudu did not know.
Song Gudu was right. Although Li Muyang was sitting on the Tear of the Dragon King, he was only in the early stage of fusion. He was a bystander, searching for and observing the black dragon's unique skills, and then using it for his own use.
However, he only had the form, not the spirit.
It should be said that cultivation and breaking the realm was originally an individual's hard work, coupled with sharpening and understanding, to climb the great Dao and obtain the fruit.
If you don't personally smelt a blade, how do you know the soul of a blade?
If you don't personally cook a meal, how do you know the sweetness of food?
If you don't hand over a winter plum blossom, how do you know the fragrance of plum blossom?
Without the process of experience and understanding, directly using the fruits of other people's labour for your own use — — like a pavilion in the air, a rootless tree. After all, it was unstable and solid.
The Dragon Clan's cultivation techniques were indeed mysterious, powerful, and unknown.
Such a move could deceive ordinary people, and could also deceive many masters, but in Song Gudu's eyes, he could instantly find your flaws — —
Including the previous Mu Dingyi, he was also able to find Li Muyang's flaws. Therefore, at the beginning of the battle, every strike was aimed at Li Muyang's vital spots, so that Li Muyang could only run away and get beaten.
When experts exchanged blows, the slightest mistake could make the difference of a thousand miles.
If it weren't for the two powerful intruders, the Wolf King and the Heart of the Weak water, it would be hard to tell who would win and who would lose at that time. Li Muyang was probably the one who died on the Sword God Square at the peak of Mist Mountain.
If Li Muyang were to use such a unique skill to compete with Song Gudu, a cultivator of the Astral projection realm, it would be extremely dangerous.
At the cost of his life.
However, for the current Li Muyang, death was a release …
He was not even afraid of death, why would he be afraid of Song Gudu?
The blood mist in his eyes dissipated, revealing dark pupils.
In an instant, his consciousness blurred again, and the redder and deeper blood completely covered his pupils.
The ferocious expression on his face had disappeared, and then turned into a calm and cold gloominess. Like a hungry wolf and a mad dog aiming at its prey.
His two arms were covered in scales, and the sharp claws on his hands were glowing with a dark light.
He knew that Song Gudu was very powerful, so powerful that it was terrifying.
There were nine countries in the divine continent, and the strongest person of a country indeed had the power to make people fearful.
If possible, Li Muyang also did not want to fight against such a master.
However, his luck was not good.
Hearing Song Gudu say 'I still want to try', Li Muyang did not respond.
His body suddenly sprang up, and then darted towards Song Gudu in mid-air.
Fight!
This was the best way to respond.
Boom — —
Li Muyang leapt onto the top of Song Gudu's head, his sharp claws thrusting towards Song Gudu's head.
Just as Song Gudu had struck one netherworld nail after another into Li Muyang's body from the top of his head, Li Muyang also wanted to crack open the top of Song Gudu's head, and casually strike something in — —
The dragon clan was vengeful.
If it was not vengeful, it would not have lasted for thousands of years. The hatred of the black dragon towards the human race had not diminished. Time and time again it wanted to destroy the human race.
Whoosh — —
Song Gudu's body disappeared in the air.
Li Muyang, without turning his head, kicked behind him.
He was using the dragon clan's divine dragon tail move.
Bang — —
Song Gudu, who was about to launch a sneak attack from behind, was sent flying by Li Muyang's kick. At the same time, his body disappeared again, and reappeared in front of Li Muyang, thrusting a palm towards the top of his head.
Li Muyang activated the 'Travelling Cloud technique', and at the same time as his palm came slapping over, he rapidly retreated with the help of the wind from his palm.
The more fiercely he slapped, the faster Li Muyang retreated.
Digging out the heart, gouging out the eyes, slapping the top of the head, and punching the head — —
For a moment, figures crisscrossed, and qi overflowed in all directions.
The two used speed to fight speed, and ruthlessness to fight ruthlessness. Every move was a sure-kill move, and every style was a killing technique.
In the sky, Li Muyang could not be seen, nor Song Gudu could be seen, only two figures entangled together in a desperate struggle.
Boom — —
Song Gudu punched out, sending Li Muyang's body flying. This time, he caught Li Muyang's figure.
Li Muyang's body flew through the air, and after spurting out a few mouthfuls of blood, he finally came to a stop.
Blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his blood-red eyes were fixed on Song Gudu, who had once again brought him harm.
Pain!
A heart-piercing pain!
The pain was not brought to him by the punch, the punch did not make him feel anything at all.
Every meridian in his body was occupied by the eight netherworld nails. Compared with the pain in his body, the punches and kicks he suffered in the outside world could only be called 'superficial wounds' and 'mosquito bites' — —
However, the pain in his body could bring about the attack of the netherworld nails.
If you have a thorn in your flesh, and a nail in your bone, what is the best thing to do?
The best way, of course, was to pull them out.
However, for the time being, Li Muyang certainly had no way to pull them out one by one. It was not an easy task to pull out the netherworld nails from the body of a dragon, including the black dragon in Li Muyang's body — —
What's more, how would Song Gudu give him the time and opportunity?
The best thing to do is to not move, to stand there and not move, or to lie there and not move.
Because he had experienced the pain of the netherworld nails, he was afraid of the word 'movement'. He knew very well that it would hurt to stand there, but he could slowly endure the pain until he got used to it. However, as soon as he moved, the pain would increase dozens or hundreds of times.
The most terrible thing was that when he was punched, it was like someone had used a hammer to hit the top of the nails in his body. The nails would 'whizz' deeper until they pierced through his bones.
Moreover, the nails extended infinitely, and he would never be able to drive them all into the bones — —
That was what Li Muyang had just endured.
The pain caused by the netherworld nails in his body had increased thousands of times due to the trauma, causing his body to twitch incessantly. His chest felt like it was being pressed down by a thousand-kilogram boulder, and he spurted out mouthful after mouthful of blood.
When he spurted out the blood, it became his only way to reduce the pressure or pain.
Because at that moment he felt relaxed, like he had spat out the thick phlegm that had been stuck in his throat for a long time.
"The movement technique of the Dragon clan is really mysterious." Song Gudu's eyes lit up as he looked at Li Muyang, like he was looking at a huge treasure. "However, you have used it in front of me too many times, I have long seen through your movement pattern — — If you don't change, there is only death — —"
The blood mist in Li Muyang's pupils was boiling, which was the reaction he should have when he was angry.
He did not answer Song Gudu's question, but threw his head back and roared, pouncing at Song Gudu again.
Battle!
Only battle could make him temporarily forget the pain.
Only battle could make him forget the eight netherworld nails in his body — —
Boom — —
Li Muyang punched Song Gudu's head.
Boom — —
Li Muyang's body was sent flying.
Boom — —
Li Muyang kicked Song Gudu's ribs.
Boom — —
Li Muyang's body was once again sent flying.
Boom — —
Li Muyang's claw tore through Song Gudu's back, and was about to take off his head, when his sharp claw brushed past, and touched a mass of air again — —
Boom — —
A white ball of light flashed across Song Gudu's hand, and then he blasted Li Muyang deep into the ground.
This was the gap of cultivation realms.
This was the gap of strength.
The secret techniques of the Dragon clan with flaws, in the eyes of a peerless cultivator like Song Gudu, were like a wasp's nest hanging on a tree, full of small holes — —
And what Song Gudu had to do was to tear those small holes infinitely bigger, until he severed Li Muyang's head or shattered his soul.
Li Muyang's cultivation time was too short, and the problem of his lack of experience was exposed for the first time.
"Li Muyang, accept your fate." Song Gudu soared into the air, looking down at the ground. "Give me what I want, and I'll give you what you want."
Kacha — —
Li Muyang once again climbed up from the snow, raising his blood-red eyes to look at Song Gudu high in the sky, his heart filled with grievance and sorrow.
The world was too bitter!
His legs trembled, his body twitched, and even two of his sharp claws were broken by Song Gudu — —
Li Muyang clenched his teeth, once again preparing to charge upward.
Only a battle to the death!
Only death!
If he died, his family would die.
If he did not die, then his family would have a chance to survive.
For that little glimmer of hope, he would not hesitate — — to do anything.
Li Muyang clasped his hands together, and a huge golden ball of light appeared above his head.
The golden ball of light was like a living creature, fluttering and leaping above Li Muyang's head, and on the surface of the golden ball of light, there seemed to be a little black dragon soaring through the clouds and summoning lightning.
The golden ball of light grew larger and larger, large enough to ignite the hundreds of miles of wilderness, and the dark world suddenly became as bright as day.
Extreme lightning fire!
The power of lightning gathered into a bead of fire, which was the golden ball of light.
Extreme fire!
The fiercest fire in the world, able to incinerate all things, including the soul.
Li Muyang's hands pushed down, and the Extreme lightning fire bead, as though it had grown eyes, darted towards Song Gudu.
Song Gudu's face finally grew serious. The power of lightning could not be contended against, and the intensity of the accumulated fire could not be touched.
Song Gudu raised his head, his pupils had disappeared, and there was only the starry night scene in his eyes.
Whoosh — —
The lightning fire fell into his eyes, and then slowly rose in the river of stars, looking like a meteor streaking across the night sky.
Song Gudu had used 'a thousand years at a glance' for the second time.
He had paid the price of consuming a lot of his essence, qi and spirit.
Li Muyang did not think that, before the lightning fire that he had displayed had the time to break through and cause any substantial damage to Song Gudu, it had already — — fallen into the tunnel of time.
This was a unique skill that Li Muyang had previously found in the Tear of the Dragon King. Although he had secretly practised it, he had never used it before.
Because although this move was powerful, it was not easy to control. Collecting lightning was originally an extremely dangerous thing. The slightest carelessness could result in being struck by lightning into charcoal.
Not to mention transforming the power of lightning into extreme fire, which was even more difficult and dangerous — —
While the lightning fire was still burning everything around it, Song Gudu's body suddenly transformed into thousands of clones, densely filling the entire sky.
Boom — —
Song Gudu's body suddenly appeared, trampling Li Muyang to the ground and into the mud.
Song Gudu's right foot was placed on Li Muyang's neck, somewhat pitying, but more reluctant, as he asked in a low voice, "Li Muyang, tell me the answer — — this is the last chance."
Li Muyang's pupils were bloodshot, clenching his teeth and refusing to answer.
"You and your family will die." Song Gudu stated aloud.
It was not a threat, not a declaration. But a statement of fact.
"It's a pity." Song Gudu uttered. Then, a white blade of qi appeared at the tip of his foot, fiercely slashing at Li Muyang's head.
Clang — —
A high-pitched and melodious sound broke through the sky, coming from a distant place.
It was beautiful and majestic, deterring the divine continent.
In the sky, there was a giant fiery red bird.
The giant bird was bathed in flames, dragging its long tail as it swooped down at Song Gudu.
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