"Dragon Emperor Seal."
The God Emperor Long Yin attacked like a tide, his hands constantly changing seals, and black dragons formed by magic power roared out from his palms and pounced on the God Emperor Ling Xiao with fangs and claws.
Each black dragon exudes an aura of destruction, and wherever it passes, the space is torn into pieces.
"Starry Sky Canopy."
The God Emperor Lingxiao looked solemn, his hands dancing like a phantom, and his divine power spread out like ripples, transforming into an indestructible star curtain, blocking the black dragons one by one.
However, the attacks of the God Emperor Long Yin became more and more fierce, and under the impact of the black dragon, cracks began to appear on the surface of the shield.
“Ling Xiao, you are at the end of your rope. If you surrender the throne, maybe I can keep your body intact!” The God Emperor Long Yin laughed wildly and increased his magic power output.
Emperor Lingxiao snorted coldly and said, "You are wishful thinking. The Divine Court has been passed down for hundreds of millions of years. How can we let it be destroyed by the remnants of the demon race like you?"
After he finished speaking, a look of determination flashed in the eyes of the God Emperor Lingxiao. In an instant, the aura around him rose like a raging tide, which was extremely terrifying.
Layers of divine energy escaped from his body, surrounding his body like a lively band of light, and in the blink of an eye transformed into a glittering divine body-protecting garment, making him look like a god descending from heaven, and his condition instantly climbed to the peak.
"Nine Heavens Thunder Controlling Secret!"
The God Emperor Lingxiao roared, his voice like thunder, and the rolling divine power surged out of his body like a volcanic eruption.
"Bang."
The black dragon that was about to break through the shield was shattered like foam under the impact of this tremendous divine power, and turned into wisps of demonic energy and dissipated into nothingness.
Immediately afterwards, the God Emperor Lingxiao flashed like a meteor streaking across the sky, and rushed towards the God Emperor Longyin at lightning speed.
At the same time, the divine power in his hands gathered madly, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into an incomparably huge Thunder Sword.
On the divine sword, lightning flashed and arcs of electricity filled the air, as if carrying the supreme majesty of the thunder in the nine heavens, and slashed down fiercely towards the Divine Emperor Long Yin.
"Is this... a magical skill from the Emperor Realm?"
When the God Emperor Long Yin saw this, his pupils contracted sharply and he thought to himself that something was wrong.
"Jiufangqi, protect me quickly."
He hurriedly used his magic power and quickly condensed a black flag in front of him. Runes flickered on the surface of the flag, giving off a strange and powerful aura. It was his life-saving magic weapon - the Nine-Direction Flag.
There was a loud bang, as if the sky and the earth were collapsing, and the sword and the flag collided violently.
The powerful energy fluctuations spread wildly in all directions like a hurricane, centered on the collision point.
Wherever it passed, the solid ground of the Divine Palace was instantly torn apart, and bottomless gullies were plowed out, as if the earth could not bear this terrifying force.
On the other side, the battle between Yang Jian and the Ghost Demon Emperor became more and more intense.
"This Yang Jian... no, it's the power of the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand."
The Ghost Demon Emperor watched helplessly as the huge wave of demonic energy that he had created with all his might was easily cut through by Yang Jian like tofu, and a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.
But in a flash, a ferocious look appeared on his face, and he smiled grimly: "There are some tricks, but this is just the beginning!"
Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed like a ghost and disappeared from the spot in an instant, leaving only a residual shadow.
Demonic energy surged in the air, as if foreshadowing an impending fatal blow.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the Ghost Demon Emperor appeared behind Yang Jian like a ghost.
His hands were as fast as lightning, and he quickly condensed a demonic spear.
The gun was surrounded by inky black demonic energy, and the tip of the gun was flashing a terrifying dim light. With an unstoppable murderous aura, it stabbed fiercely towards the back of Yang Jian.
This shot was as fast as lightning and as powerful as hell, as if it was going to nail Yang Jian to death on the spot.
"not good."
Yang Jian suddenly felt a sense of alarm in his heart, and with his keen intuition developed from years of fighting, he reacted instantly.
Without hesitation, he turned around at an almost unbelievable speed. The three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand was like a flash of silver lightning. He blocked the path of the demonic spear with incredible precision.
With a loud "clang", the demonic spear and the three-pointed double-edged sword collided violently, causing a burst of dazzling sparks.
The sparks were like brilliant fireworks blooming in the night sky, yet they were also extremely dangerous.
The huge impact force made the air buzz, and circles of air waves visible to the naked eye spread out in all directions with the two people as the center.
"Humph, a mere trifle!"
Yang Jian roared angrily, his voice like a loud bell, echoing all around.
Taking advantage of the moment when the Ghost Demon Emperor's old strength was gone and his new strength had not yet been generated, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked towards the Ghost Demon Emperor like a giant steel pillar.
This kick contained Yang Jian's surging divine power, as if it could shatter mountains.
“You don’t think that I, a great Second Heaven God Emperor, only have this kind of strength, do you?”
The Ghost Demon Emperor was not at all panicked, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
His figure was like a wisp of light smoke, flashing in an instant, and he easily avoided Yang Jian's fierce kick with an uncanny body movement.
Then, he shook the demonic spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear danced like a dragon or snake, turning into a series of afterimages, and stabbed frantically at Yang Jian's throat, heart and other vital parts like a poisonous snake.
Every stab brought out a black demonic energy that seemed to tear the space apart.
"What a difference between realm and the perception of Taoism! Even if I have Eight-Nine Profound Arts and Heavenly Eyes, they are only external blessings and cannot completely crush Taoism."
Yang Jian's expression was solemn, but his eyes became more determined.
He took a deep breath, and the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand danced so tightly that it was like a silver curtain of light protecting him.
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