Chapter 331 Yangfeng Bloodline

There seemed to be a fire burning in Yao Xing's heart. It was jealousy of Song Tianming's recent popularity, and it was also a defense of his own dignity.

Especially when Yao Xing noticed Yan Ruyu's gentle but curious and expectant eyes, her determination became even stronger.

In Yao Xing's view, Song Tianming's seemingly glorious achievements are just bubbles floating on the surface. Once he encounters a real challenge, his true colors will be revealed and he will become an unnecessary burden on the team.

"Song Tianming, there should be an end between you and me!"

Yao Xing's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be shaken directly from his chest, echoing in the valley.

Yao Xing took long strides, approaching Song Tianming step by step. Every step made the ground tremble slightly, as if even the earth was cheering him on.

Yao Xing's big copper bell-like eyes were full of challenge and disdain at this moment, as if he wanted to catch Song Tianming's every subtle reaction.

"You are just an embroidered pillow with an empty appearance. If you really come with us, you will only be a drag. Today, I will show you what real strength is!"

Yao Xing's words were full of confidence and arrogance. His hands slowly clenched into fists, and his muscles bulged under his clothes, as if he would burst out with amazing power at any time.

Faced with Yao Xing's provocation, Song Tianming was not angry at all, but rather sad. These people were just like that and were not worthy of being compared with him.

But Song Tianming would not avoid fighting.

Song Tianming used to be very weak. When facing a powerful enemy, he would think carefully and even worry a lot.

But now, Song Tian has reached the highest level of Mingxuan Realm and is only half a step away from the Earth Realm. He has no fear of any opponent.

Moreover, Song Tianming has more trump cards if he is an outsider. If he really wants to enter into a fight, Song Tianming will definitely not be afraid of any opponent.

Song Tianming slowly took a few steps forward and stood face to face with Yao Xing. Their figures elongated in the sunlight, forming interlaced lines of light and shadow, as if foreshadowing the fierce collision that was about to begin.

Song Tianming put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "If you want to fight, then fight, I will meet your request, but don't beg for mercy when you are beaten by me later."

"Ah!" Yao Xing burst into laughter as if he had heard something ridiculous. "I am an earth realm monk, but I will lose to you, a small Xuan realm monk. Are you overconfident?"

"Although I don't know what opponents you have encountered in the Dengtian Sect and what talents you have faced off against, I can tell you with confidence that you are just a little ant in front of me. I can destroy you with just a raise of my hand."

In an instant, Song Tianming and Yao Xing were at odds with each other. They were at odds with each other. The battle was on the verge of breaking out, and a war was inevitable.

Song Tianming, wearing a black robe with a hunting sound, his eyes as deep as cold stars, the World-Eating Demonic Sword tightly held in his hand, the sword body is wrapped with dark demonic energy, as if it can swallow all the light in the world.

Song Tianming groaned softly, and activated the Green Lotus Sword Technique instantly. He tapped the tip of the sword, and brilliant green lotuses suddenly bloomed in the void. Each one contained the power to destroy the world and galloped towards Yao Xing.

Yao Xing, standing in the clouds, is tall and tall, and his six-foot-long golden body shines in the sun, like an immortal god.

He is holding a bronze Zen staff. The body of the staff is simple, but it exudes majestic fluctuations of spiritual power.

Faced with Song Tianming's fierce offensive, Yao Xing raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. The Yangfeng blood in his body boiled, and circles of blazing air waves surrounded him. Those high-temperature rays were like the radiance of the scorching sun, easily killing the incoming Qinglian. Once evaporated, it turns into nothingness.

"Song Tianming, with just the Green Lotus Sword Technique, do you want to shake my six-foot-long golden body?" Yao Xing's voice was rich and powerful, with a hint of disdain.

Song Tianming sneered, stretched out his figure, and shuttled between the green lotuses like a ghost, avoiding Yao Xing's heavy blows again and again.

Song Tianming held the sword with both hands, pointed the tip of the sword straight at the sky, and shouted: "Heavenly Thunder Technique!"

Suddenly, the sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder flashed, and a thick thunder fell down in response, striking directly on the World-Eating Demonic Sword. The sword was instantly wrapped in thunder, releasing a breath that destroyed the world.

"Thunder robe, protect me!"

Song Tianming whispered, and saw a layer of armor woven with lightning covering his whole body, protecting him airtight.

Song Tianming took advantage of the situation and charged forward, his sword shining like a dragon, going straight for Yao Xing's vitals.

When Yao Xing saw this, a look of solemnity flashed in his eyes, and the bronze Zen staff suddenly swung out, turning into a golden pillar and colliding head-on with Song Tianming's thunder sword.

In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, golden light and thunder light intertwined, and a deafening roar broke out.

Both of them were shocked, and each took a few steps back, but their momentum did not decrease but increased.

"It's a good move to draw the thunder, but how can I, Yao Xing, be defeated so easily?" Yao Xing laughed, and the Yangfeng blood in his body boiled again.

I saw Yao Xing's figure skyrocketing, and on his six-foot-long golden body, flames and golden light intertwined, forming a terrifying high-temperature storm that swept towards Song Tianming.

Yan Ruyu, who was watching, had a solemn look on his face. Yao Xing was a physical practitioner at the earth level. His physical body had already experienced sublimation and transformation, and he was ahead of Song Tianming in all aspects, both in terms of qualifications and combat power.

With the absolute gap in realm, Song Tianming's battle was too difficult.

Yao Xing may not be as talented as Song Tianming in absolute terms, but he has practiced for seven or eight more years and has the advantage of being the first mover. His extraordinary qualifications - Yangfeng bloodline is equally extraordinary, it is the bloodline of the second grade Dao pattern, even higher than Song Tianming.

No matter who comes to watch the battle between Yao Xing and Song Tianming, there is no doubt that Song Tianming will lose.

Although Song Tianming had defeated many earth realm masters, they were all ordinary cultivators, mortals who had wasted half their lives and barely climbed to the earth realm.

And now Song Tianming's opponent, Yao Xing, is the top person in the Qiongbei Territory. Even if his extraordinary talent is weaker than Song Tianming, he will definitely not be much worse.

Under the condition of the same talent, Yao Xing has practiced for a few more years, so there is a generation gap in combat power, and Song Tianming's chance of winning is really too small.

Song Tianming's face was solemn, but he was not willing to be outdone. He closed his eyes and concentrated, and the spiritual power in his body surged. The Green Lotus Sword Art was performed again, but this time, he was no longer limited to sword moves, but integrated the sword intent into the world, turning into a sky full of green lotuses, each of which contained the power of heavenly thunder, and violently collided with Yao Xing's high temperature storm, forming a shocking picture.

"Yao Xing, although you have a 16-foot-tall golden body and Yangfeng bloodline, today, I, Song Tianming, will let you see what the true swordsmanship is!"

Song Tianming's voice penetrated the storm, firm and powerful, as if showing his absolute confidence as a cultivator.

Yes, according to common sense, Song Tianming will definitely lose, but cultivators are constantly breaking through common sense and going against the will of heaven.