Six Hundred and Seventy. Just What I Want

Elder Qi and others in Tianyinzhou would never have imagined that in order to deal with Yan Zhaoge, the Guangming Sect would dispatch two martial saints of the fourth level, who were strong at the god level.

In addition to Zhang Zhuo staying in Tianyinzhou to suppress Elder Qi and others, Cheng Song, an elder of the Fourth Level of Martial Saint of the Guangming Sect, also came here to ambush Yan Zhaoge.

Unbeknownst to Elder Qi and the others, Guangmingzong had really invested heavily this time, and must win Yan Zhaoge.

Not only because of the new and old grudges accumulated between the two sides, but also because Yan Zhaoge may have the sun seal of the top-rank holy soldier on his body.

They are determined to win!

Yan Zhaoge stopped, and saw the strong light in the distance getting brighter and brighter, and then there was a golden sun and a silver moon, circling alternately, rising from the sea level.

Between the turn of the sun and the moon, it rises slowly, interpreting the changes of shade, light and darkness, and the powerful fluctuation of power is palpitating.

Unlike Deng Sen back then, although he was at the fourth level of a martial saint, and his cultivation was at the initial stage of seeing the gods, he was suppressed by the power of the realms of the eight great worlds to only the third level of a martial saint.

Now in the Upper Realm, Cheng Song broke through the void with a sound and saw that the true god's powerful strength could be fully exerted.

With the sun and the moon on his head, Cheng Song appeared in front of Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge could feel that there were acupuncture points on his body beating.

Unlike martial artists below the fourth level of martial saints, their acupoints vibrate, which is only their own business.

The acupoints on Cheng Song's body vibrated, as if they echoed the flickering stars above the sky.

And the power contained in the beating of his acupoints is far from being comparable to that of a martial sage at the level of unity.

Cheng Song glanced at Yan Zhaoge indifferently, without saying a word, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

The sun and moon above his head disappeared, but under his palm, there was an astonishing scene of the sun rising and the moon setting.

As soon as the palm came out, Yan Zhaoge also had the feeling of covering the sky and the sun in front of his eyes.

That palm seemed to encompass the sky, and the sun and moon also moved up and down under its palm.

Tomorrow, the sun and the moon shine as usual, but the surrounding light suddenly dimmed.

Seeing this, Yan Zhaoge looked calm and collected.

The Beiming clone appeared in front of him, wearing the Aohan Wuyi, holding the Kunlong Spear, and shot directly at Cheng Song's Sun Moon God Palm.

In the light and shadow floating, in the vast ice sea, a gigantic Kunpeng is moving forward in the deep sea.

All the turbulent waves, to this giant kun, turn a blind eye to it, and it will be crushed to pieces without looking at it, and the majestic power shakes the void.

The giant kun jumped out of the water, and suddenly turned into a roc, soaring upwards and flapping its wings for nine days.

That rapid and violent force rolled up the surging ice sea beneath him, turning the world upside down together.

Horrific ice dragons soared into the sky together from the sea, and climbed into the sky with Kunpeng, surpassing the sun and the moon!

The two sides exchanged a move in mid-air, and Kunpeng and Ice Dragon shattered together, but the sun and moon also dimmed that day.

Cheng Song was a little surprised: "Threefold Martial Saint, in the late stage of conjunctive phase? And the strength is quite outstanding!"

Beiming avatar carries the power of two holy weapons, making it difficult for Cheng Song, who is in the fourth level of martial arts, to take advantage of it for a while.

"There is still such a master hidden, no!" Cheng Song looked solemn: "This is actually a clone refined by you kid? Your great master refined the body of a martial sage in the late stage of fusion as a clone?"

Seeing the clue, Cheng Song took a deep breath, feeling more and more that Yan Zhaoge was extraordinary.

His other free hand also grabbed it at this time.

Between the two palms, a golden sun appeared in the palm of one hand, and a cold silver moon appeared in the palm of the other hand.

Suddenly, the golden sunlight and the silver moonlight dimmed and lost their brilliance.

The whole world seemed to be plunged into darkness at this moment.

The bright sect passed on the unique knowledge, swallowing the sun and the moon!

The Beiming avatar was fearless, holding guns in both hands, and concentrated its power on the tip of the Kunlong Spear.

The Kunlong Spear, which was already extraordinarily heavy, was even more dignified at this moment.

The void broke open directly, and a black hole appeared, crazily devouring everything around it.

The light between heaven and earth disappeared completely at this moment,

Completely shrouded in darkness.

In the next moment, there was a sense of clustering and distortion coming from the darkness.

Then the space shattered and disappeared, and the light reappeared, dazzling like never before, spreading wildly to the surroundings, illuminating tens of thousands of miles around.

Beiming's avatar and Cheng Song's figure reappeared.

The barrel of the Kunlong Spear was constantly vibrating, making a low buzzing sound.

Just this sound caused the air in the distant sky to explode one after another, and the sound of explosions could be heard endlessly.

Beiming's avatar's hands trembled uncontrollably, and streams of icy air flowed from the Aohan's martial clothes, extending along the arms of Beiming's avatar to the Kunlong Spear, finally making the Kunlong Spear no longer tremble.

Cheng Song looked at his palm, and the bright red in the palm was faintly visible.

The gun is a pure killing weapon, its power is completely concentrated in one point, and it penetrates the target.

The Aohan Wuyi of Beiming's avatar further strengthened his strength, urging the Kunlong Spear, and its attack power was outstanding.

Cheng Song resisted with his flesh and blood. Although Bei Ming's avatar was so shocked that the spear almost flew out of his hand, he was almost injured himself.

Although it was a skin trauma at most, it made Cheng Song feel a little uncomfortable.

He frowned, snorted coldly, and suddenly a bright silver armor was added to his body, and a powerful aura burst out amidst the flashes of vast spiritual light.

Although it wasn't a middle-rank holy weapon, Cheng Song's aura immediately rose sharply with a low-rank holy weapon in his hand.

He immediately attacked Beiming clone again, not giving him a chance to breathe.

Now that he has the holy soldiers to protect himself, he has enough confidence to enter the sword with his bare hands, head-on to the spear point of Yan Zhaoge's Beiming avatar, and destroy it together with the holy soldiers!

But this time Beiming's avatar didn't touch head-on, and when he turned around, he suddenly had a dark green bamboo stick in his hand.

Seeing this bamboo stick, Cheng Song's eyelids twitched, remembering that Nong Yuxuan had mentioned it was weird.

He changed his moves in time and didn't let the bamboo stick touch his body.

The Beiming clone looked at Cheng Song expressionlessly.

When Nong Yuxuan saw the dark green bamboo stick, his complexion suddenly became a little bad.

He looked at Yan Zhaoge, and said coldly: "Do you think you are just unlucky, and you were trapped here after escaping from Tianyinzhou?"

"That's just that we let you escape on purpose, so that the people from Beihai Jiange and the Dark Sect would know what we got after killing you. There is no one else here, and it is a suitable place for your burial."

"You have a lot of secrets and treasures, leave them all to me today."

While talking, black smoke suddenly billowed from Nong Yuxuan's body.

A black fire demonic atmosphere emerges from the black smoke, swallowing the sky and eclipsing the sun, driving away all light.

The ferocious aura was extremely powerful, and seemed to be endless.

At this moment, Yan Zhaoge even felt that Nong Yuxuan, who was in the third level of Martial Saint, was no less inferior to Cheng Song, who was in the fourth level of Martial Saint, and even surpassed him.

It seems that there is a middle-grade holy weapon that can be fully exerted by him, fused with his body, and turned into his cultivation power in a short time.

"I have successfully refined most of the Youhuang Saber Qi, and I no longer have to worry about going crazy, and my strength has improved to a higher level." Nong Yuxuan walked towards Yan Zhaoge step by step: "You want to repeat the old trick like last time, Then try it out."

Seeing this, Yan Zhaoge chuckled lightly: "There are no other bystanders, and it's just what I want."

The Hall of Dragons suddenly appeared in the sky, Yan Zhaoge's smile turned cold: "Yun Sheng, do it!" To be continued.