The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!
Before Feng Wang could even react, he was sent flying by Ye Buxiu's palm strike!
His figure soared straight into the sky!
Wow, that's amazing!
Ye Buxiu never expected that the secret manual that Crazy Li gave him would be so powerful!
He just flipped through a few pages when he had nothing else to do, and who knew he would learn it like that!
Now it seems that the power of this move is about the same as his Xingyi Quan!
Although the Wind King was knocked away by his palm strike, he still had an absolute advantage in the air.
Before long, his body transformed into a gust of wind and attacked.
Ye Buxiu, unaware of the spiritual power, didn't even notice his sneak attack.
"Kid, take this!"
A scythe appeared out of nowhere and struck Ye Buxiu's neck, but he happened to be squatting down and rolling up his trousers, dodging the sneak attack with an unintentional movement.
"That works too!"
The Wind King was not angered, but instead swung his scythe wildly.
In his eyes, Ye Buxiu's speed was so fast that he was almost invisible!
No matter how he swung his arms, he couldn't hit Ye Buxiu!
"What kind of movement technique is that!?"
"What are you doing, kid? Come and help me!"
On the other side, although An Ye and Hua Yao suppressed Zhu Ling, they still failed to defeat her.
The two sides are currently at a stalemate!
They never expected that this guy who had just become an immortal would have such a strong physique!
"We've run into some trouble!"
The Wind King's mood had been completely disrupted by Ye Buxiu!
He roared in response!
What? There are other powerful individuals here besides Zhu Ling?
An Ye was surprised. According to their investigation, there were at most three people at the Spirit Soul level here!
The Wind King's cultivation level is at the demigod level!
An Ye turned her head to look, and immediately Zhu Ling's empty fist came flying at her!
"Depend on!"
An Ye had no choice but to turn around and continue fighting Zhu Ling.
"Kid, where did you learn your movement techniques?"
He simply couldn't believe that someone with the power of a spirit could dodge his deadly scythe!
"Hehe, I can't tell you that!"
Ye Buxiu took out the Netherworld Sealing Flame; with all his abilities, he was more than capable of fighting a half-immortal!
The Wind King stopped worrying about these things and suddenly soared into the air, his scythe transforming into a crescent-shaped blade!
An Ye and the others still need him!
He can't waste too much time here!
Use your spiritual power to suppress this guy!
"Mad Roar - Half-Moon Dance!"
"So fast!"
Ye Buxiu looked up and saw that the sky was suddenly empty.
The Wind King's body has disappeared again!
He secretly exerted force, his pupils contracted, and rapidly changed to three commas!
Under his golden eyes, although he couldn't detect the Wind King's body, he could detect the fluctuations in the surrounding air!
later!
He did not dodge, and suddenly raised the Netherworld Flame in his hand.
Just then, the Wind King unleashed his Crescent Slash.
This was just one strike.
Then, more and more slashes came from all directions in the air.
After the black flames in Ye Buxiu's hand devoured the first slash, they completely surrounded his body!
Then, once the slashes got close to the black fire, they were instantly swallowed up and disappeared without a trace!
"Ah, this..."
In a moment of panic, the Wind King once again drew his sword and went into battle.
Ye Buxiu easily caught sight of him and blocked with the Netherworld Sealing Flame!
Flames coiled around Mingfengyan's blade, then transferred to Fengwang's scythe.
His scythe was instantly engulfed in flames, half of it gone!
He was so frightened that he immediately threw away his weapon.
The weapon that the Immortal Emperor gave me was destroyed by him!
When he looked at the boy again, his eyes were filled with fear!
What kind of monster is this that's fallen to the ground!
Without hesitation, Ye Buxiu pressed his advantage.
He was beaten so badly he was running for his life.
"Hehe, little bro, you can't do it either!"
After resolving the battlefield situation, Ye Buxiu rushed to Zhu Ling's side to help her.
Although An Ye and Hua Yao had no time to attend to the hundred-year-old battlefield, they could still hear the Wind King's screams from time to time.
Just as I was feeling depressed, I saw a young man carrying a black sword rushing towards the battlefield.
"The Wind King has been dealt with?"
They were utterly astonished!
As Zhu Ling's spiritual energy was depleted, her moves gradually developed flaws, and she was now extremely exhausted, both physically and mentally.
Just when An Yehua Yao was about to see the dawn of victory!
Zhu Ling's reinforcements have actually arrived!
"Senior, go help Elder Yan first, he's about to collapse!"
Zhu Ling hurriedly said this upon seeing Ye Buxiu arrive.
Yan Lao, standing to the side, was repeatedly defeated under Liang Zhen's relentless pressure!
I was on the verge of giving up!
"And you?"
"I can still hold on!"
Zhu Ling said through gritted teeth.
"All right!"
Ye Buxiu turned and headed towards Lingyan.
"Hmph, you think you can hold out? You underestimate us!"
An Ye and Hua Yao exchanged a glance, and their attacks intensified!
On the other side, Liang Zhen attacked while mocking.
"How did the great hero who once saved the world end up like this!"
"Your cultivation has regressed by far more than just a little bit!"
"Little brat! Enough talk! This old man absolutely does not approve of your method of recruiting immortals!"
"Over the years, how many immortals have you harmed?"
"Heh, you're almost in your grave, yet you still meddle a lot!"
"There shouldn't be any immortals on this continent at all!"
As Liang Zhen spoke, she reached directly into Old Master Lingyan's chest with one hand.
The old man's eyes narrowed, and when he looked at his chest again, a large amount of blood was gushing out.
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