In addition to the thirty-third heaven, Chen Yuyang and Hongjun have been standing for no reason, and they have never deliberately closed the thirty-third heaven to prevent the saints from entering. So this battle almost turned into an exhibition match. But although it was an exhibition match, it was also the highest-level exhibition match above the prehistoric land. If it was not the cultivation level of a saint, it would be impossible to see it.

However, when a master fights, he naturally has to hold his breath and concentrate. The masters do not mean that the first move is to be strong. Once he takes action, there will be flaws. If someone catches him, he will be a fatal point. Therefore, Chen Yuyang and Hongjun are confronting each other, but after a long time, no one moves first.

The topic of "first attack first" is strong, and then attack later is obviously not applicable here. However, in this regard, Hongjun has an advantage over Chen Yuyang. After all, Chen Yuyang has already taken action in the prehistoric land. Although he has not put in all his strength, Hongjun still sees it.

At this moment, Chen Yuyang was squinting his eyes, and his aura had been raised to the peak, and his clothes kept making noises. Although there was no wind in the chaotic space and time, you could still feel Chen Yufan's hair constantly fluttering with the wind. It was a breath, a powerful shocking aura.

Even the saint's divine consciousness dared not approach it and could only watch from afar. On the contrary, Hongjun's breath was very calm, so calm that it seemed nothing. Finally, Hongjun spoke: "The old Taoist has already arrived in this prehistoric land, and he has only been defeated once, and he has been completely defeated. Today I wonder if the lay Buddhist Qingyang has the ability to defeat the old Taoist for the second time!"

Chen Yuyang opened his eyes, with golden light shining in his eyes and said, "Old Master Hongjun, it seems that Yang Liu has hurt you very much. You still remember it. However, although I do not have the confidence to defeat you today, if you want to defeat me, you still need some real skills. Don't use the skills of those disciples to fool me!"

"Okay, then please be careful with Mr. Qingyang!"

As he said that, the whisk in Hongjun's hand began to move lightly. Hongjun's magic weapon had been scattered to his disciples. There was no treasure on his body, only that whisk was still sharp. However, in the eyes of the master, bare hands and empty fists were the truth. Relying on the treasure was just a small path.

Hongjun stretched out his hand and said, "Please ask the lay Buddhist Qingyang to show the Hongmeng Bell!"

Chen Yuyang smiled faintly and said, "I can't use the Hongmeng Bell for you!" When he spoke, a long sword appeared in Chen Yuyang's hand. The sword was indeed a good sword, shining with this quaint golden light. However, in Hongjun's opinion, this kind of thing is just a waste, just a piece of food, and he couldn't help but smile and said, "Did Mr. Qingyang underestimate me too much?"

"Treasures are originally things outside of your body. Today I will look at your cultivation level!" As he said that, Chen Yuyang had another sword, a left-hand sword and a right-hand sword. This was originally from the Aotian treasure book of Xiaoyao Sect, but after countless years of tempering and essence, this fighting skills have become increasingly perfect, and can be said to be impeccable.

However, this look made Hongjun a little confused and said, "Why is Mr. Qingyang?"

Even the saints felt a little funny and thought to themselves: Qingyang is too unreliable. Do you think that if you have too many weapons, you can win? It's a joke. But even so, they are still watching this competition with peace of mind. After all, this represents the highest level in the prehistoric world, so naturally the person who is called Yang Liu is ignored by them.

Quiet as if the virgin is moving as if he is rid of a rabbit. This is a true portrayal of Chen Yuyang now. He is infused with great magic power and the martial arts in the human world. There is another kind of charm. His figure is like a ghost, floating around Hongjun's old Taoist side. Hongjun is still as quiet as Mount Tai and whispers: "Little Doyle!"

Immediately afterwards, three flowers appeared on the top of Hongjun, a mu of fields, a stream flowing above, and a thunderous sound. The Nine Palaces under her feet moved their cloud boots, and the whisk in her hand had already taken action, and she scolded: "Don't!"

Soon, Chen Yuyang's figure was frozen in front of Hongjun. Hongjun smiled, waved the whisk in his hand, and hit Chen Yuyang. Everyone thought it was a life-and-death battle, but they didn't expect it to end so easily. While everyone sighed at Hongjun's profound Taoist skills, they also despised Chen Yuyang.

I thought the battle was about to come to an end, and Chen Yuyang might not be able to recover for countless years. When people felt secretly happy, they didn't expect that the sudden change would happen again. Hongjun's whisk fell into nothing, and Chen Yuyang's figure in front of him disappeared out of thin air like gas.

At this moment, around Hongjun, Chen Yuyang's figure appeared infinitely, and countless swords began to fall on Hongjun's head. Hongjun's Taoist figure moved lightly and disappeared into the chaotic space. Chen Yuyang also disappeared, and two figures intertwined in the chaotic space.

One purple and one white, shaking back and forth like a dragon, making people dazzled. The two of them showed that they were all powers to destroy the world with each move. I don’t know how long they had been entangled with each other, but their figures fell into the chaotic space and space again. It was obvious that Hongjun was no longer as calm as before.

The breath was a little chaotic, but Chen Yuyang seemed to be more courageous as he fought. One hand and the other hand were natural, and a milky white air flow kept illuminating Chen Yuyang's whole body. If it was more close to each other, no one could compare to Chen Yuyang, so Hongjun smiled and said, "It seems that I need some methods to defeat the lay Buddhist!"

In fact, Hongjun also knows where Chen Yuyang's killer move is? It would be almost too difficult to defeat him.

A series of purple mist emitted from Hongjun's body, and Hongjun shouted loudly: "Hongmeng three thousand!"

Suddenly, Chen Yuyang was surrounded by Hongjun's aura and the formation of the Hongmeng Three Thousand. This formation is the best in the prehistoric land. Zhu Xian, Liangyi Smilion, or the Bodhi Array in the West, all have too many distances. Then Hongjun said, "Be careful, this formation is the essence of my formation!"

Chen Yuyang snorted coldly, and in the infinite Hongmeng aura, he transformed into a golden body. The golden body was stomping on the twelve-grade reincarnation purple lotus under his feet, the giant sword in his hand, the Qiankun Cauldron on his head, and the Hongmeng Bell held in his left hand. None of these treasures were mouth-watering! A heavy punch hit the barrier entrance of the Hongmeng Three Thousand.

It feels like the world is beginning to turmoil. This is chaotic space and time, but the battle here has affected the lower realm. A mysterious aura began to spread in the lower realm. The two auras intertwined, and even the saints began to silent when they arrived. The saints all had a terrifying feeling.hf();
Chapter completed!