Although the young man drove himself away.

But... a life-and-death battle broke out immediately.

It has something to do with myself.

When she saw this group of human creatures earlier, she had an idea and wanted to use them to resist the real dragon clan.

After all, Ming Yunxing is right next to him.

There are powerful people in the Saint Venerable Realm to protect the way.

If you can’t beat him, can’t you run away?

But now... the other party is fighting to the death.

It won't work if you just give it to her directly.

The ethereal and pleasant sound, as clear as the sound of a yellow oriole singing in a valley, rang in Ye Changqing's mind.

He looked calm, without a trace of panic.

A smile appeared on his face.

"With so few people, do you need help?"

"A peak-level cultivator dares to compete with this divine son in physical strength?"

"Then I will give you a ride!"

Ye Changqing put away the Chiyang Sword.

After all...his greatest strength is not his swordsmanship.

But it is the physical body.

"roar!"

There seemed to be a tiger roar coming from inside the body.

The White Tiger’s Geng metal murderous aura.

Enveloped all over the body.

He took a step forward.

The whole person looked extremely ferocious, like the god of death.

"Hahaha, since you're looking for death, don't blame me!"

The second young master Zhenlong was delighted to see this.

The other party actually gave up kendo.

Fighting in close combat with your own body?

If this isn't courting death, then what is?

It saw that the other person was still young, looking about thirteen or fourteen years old.

Even the supreme evildoer has cultivated several realms of Taoism.

Is it possible that he can also perform well in the flesh?

How is this possible!

I am already forty-six years old.

Just now he broke through the limit of Rong Dao's physical body!

"boom!"

The two fists collided, and a rolling wave of air erupted.

“Crack…Crack.”

A crisp sound of bone breaking was heard.

His figure retreated backwards like a kite with a broken string, about to fall into the dark sea of ​​stars. It took him several thousand meters to stabilize his body.

The second son of the True Dragon family had constricted pupils, a distorted face, bulging veins on his forehead, and cold sweat dripping down.

Severe pain, like a drill, came from my arm.

"My hand..."

"This... How is this possible..."

"He's only at the initial stage of the Fusion Dao, yet he possesses the physical strength of seventy dragons, no... eighty dragons!"

It was confused.

Completely confused.

Who is the most evil of the True Dragon Clan?

That punch made its internal organs churn violently.

"Sixty dragon powers, barely enough."

Ye Changqing spoke indifferently.

Then he went up to me.

He punched the second young master Zhenlong in the face.

The dull gravity directly created a deep pit.

His entire face was covered in blood.

"The strength of a true dragon."

"Is that all?"

“It’s a bit boring.”

Ye Changqing shook his head. He originally thought that the other party could put some pressure on him.

Although it broke the limit of the physical body.

But it's just a little bit beyond that.

Not too strong.

He had previously mobilized all his strength, not just his physical body, but also integrated it into the Guiyi Dao Domain, but... he didn't expect to be so vulnerable.

The Sky Blue Divine Lotus behind her just froze in place, her delicate body trembling.

She was very clear about the strength of the second son of the True Dragon Clan.

Among the same level, he is almost invincible.

Suppress the entire Mingyun star field.

But now... he was defeated by just one punch?

Is the gap between the two sides so big?

Even the pupils of the many fierce dragons who were fighting fiercely were constricted at this moment.

"The Second Young Master... lost?"

You know, among people of the same level, they have never seen the Second Young Master in such a miserable state.

Moreover, they were still attacked in reverse.

Where on earth did this human monster come from?

"Buzz!"

The Red Sun Sword appeared in Ye Changqing's right hand, ready to end this boring battle.

But at this moment, a hoarse and old voice sounded above the sea of ​​stars.

"You have one breath to take back the sword."

"Otherwise, no one who comes today can save you."