Above the sky, the destructive dark thunder tribulation storm is still there, and the Lingxiao Tower is still trapped by the terrifying hurricane storm. In the doomsday storm, the wind demon stood in the air, looking down at Ling He below, and strands of black lightning struck around Ling He's body, vaguely saring irony.

Ling He looked up at Feng Mo, his face extremely embarrassed. He was also a storm in Donghuatian. The young master of Lingxiao Palace has a perfect road, but since he met Ye Futian on the cliff, he has been defeated again and again. Now, the Human Emperor of the Waste God has also defeated him. This battle was chosen by the Waste God because of the battle between his father Lingxiao Palace and the Waste God.

However, he was defeated, and as a result, his father in Donghua Palace was also damaged.

"Go down, you can't." Feng Mo said, his tone was strong and cold, which made Ling He feel contempt and humiliation. A terrifying golden divine light shone on his body, and he wanted to fight again.

But in the storm of destruction, Feng Mo's body moved instantly, countless thunder tribulations descended, blending with the way of wind. Feng Mo was bathed in the storm of destruction, and his body moved again. He held the battle axe in both hands and slashed in the air, as if he was not planning to give Ling He a chance at all.

From the sky down, a dark beam of destruction appeared, as if dividing the sky into two. Ling He's golden spear had just bloomed, and the battle axe had arrived, carrying infinite power and extremely terrifying destructive power to kill it, opening up the world.

With a puff, cracks appeared in the spear. This time, Ling Xiaofei flew further away, and blood was spitting out from his mouth and splattered down.

"miserable……"

When the practitioner in the lower corner saw this scene, he thought to himself that the young palace master of Lingxiao Palace, the striking figure of Donghuatian, the disciple of Donghua Academy, and the human emperor with perfect avenue, was so tragic that he was tortured by blood at this moment.

In Donghua Palace, the Lord of Lingxiao Palace's eyes were cold, and his eyes were staring at the wind demon below. Everyone could feel the displeasure on his face, and even a faint pressure spread out. However, the God of Wild didn't care at all. He also looked at the battlefield below and said lightly: "Yes, he can withstand the wind demon's axe."

"………………” Those giants looked at Huang Shen with a strange look. This was not to leave any face for the Lord of Lingxiao Palace.

The palace master of Lingxiao Palace did not respond, he could not respond, the success of the king and defeated the enemy, and Ling He was humiliated so much, because his strength was inferior to others. What could he say in such an occasion?

Whether it is Donghua Palace or below, it seems very quiet at this moment. In addition to the first two targeted battles, this duel is probably the most infuriating. It even involves the confrontation between the two giants, but they are not the ones who ended in person, but the confrontation between the younger generations.

Despite this, both the Human Emperor in the Nine Heavens and the people watching the battle below still have an excitement hidden in their hearts. This is the real Taoist battle, the strong duel between the peak figures, Ning Hua and Huang, Feng Mo and Ling He, I don’t know which two demonic figures will take action next.

On the Taoist Battle Platform, the storm dissipated and the aura of destruction also disappeared. Ling He walked out of the Taoist Battle Platform with a bit of decadence, his eyes were a little cold. He walked back, and only felt countless gazes staring at him. This feeling was still very uncomfortable even if the Human Emperor was in a state of mind.

This battle is not an ordinary Taoist battle, but a battle of humiliation!

However, the Feng Mo did not walk off the Taoist battle platform. Everyone looked at the figure still floating in the Taoist battle platform and showed a strange color. Could it be that the Feng Mo would continue to fight?

Sure enough, the wind demon looked up and looked up at the sky. His eyes were actually at the location of the practitioners who practiced in the Wangshenque, and he spoke: "I also want to understand the strength of the Sword Emperor in the Lower Age, please give me some advice."

Ye Futian!

In an instant, countless gazes fell on Ye Futian, and it was him again. Moreover, the person who challenged this time was Feng Mo, who had defeated Ling He's Feng Mo strongly.

However, although the Fengmo is powerful, he is afraid that he still cannot have Chen Yiqiang as before.

Chen Yi himself is a legendary figure twenty years ago, good at the sword of light, and his killing speed and attack power are still deeply impressed.

Therefore, the Wind Demon still has to be defeated when he challenged Ye Futian. However, this legendary Liunian Sword Emperor has become a mountain that everyone wants to cross. Therefore, after defeating Ling He, the Wind Demon still wants to challenge him and confirm his own way.

Even though he knew he would lose, he still wanted to fight. This was a battle to seek Taoism, not for the sake of victory or defeat. Feng Mo himself knew that he would probably have to lose. When he reached his level of cultivation, he would not be able to see Ye Futian's strength.

In the sky, Ye Futian stood up with a calm expression. Someone would inevitably challenge him in this battle between top forces. He was naturally prepared. Although it was difficult for him to meet opponents, he could also feel the way of practicing the evil figures of the top forces.

He walked and once again walked into the Taoist war platform area. He looked at the Feng Demon floating in the air opposite and spoke, "Please."

"Please." Feng Mo's eyes were solemn, far from the arrogant and condescending feeling he had when he was facing Ling He. Obviously, he also understood the power of the practitioner standing opposite him at this moment. This is the evil figure of the Great Dao Divine Wheel that overshadowed Huang and Jiang Yueli and others. Except for Ning Hua, if it only talks about the Great Dao Divine Wheel, it is difficult for anyone else in the Donghua Realm to compete with him.

Moreover, he practiced a variety of great powers and several great gods, and each of his abilities reached the pinnacle.

He was also present at the Donghua Academy. The two god wheels that Ye Futian showed were both fifth-level god wheels, and the undisclosed god wheels may be stronger and may reach the sixth-level level.

Therefore, Feng Mo knew very well Ye Futian’s power.

"Please." Ye Futian said, the storm of destruction gathered above his head, and the vast world turned into a doomsday world, and dark lights of destruction fell down, and this great realm seemed to have turned into a desolate world.

The cold moon is constantly magnifying and hanging high in the sky. Ye Futian moves with the cold moon, and is born with strange phenomena. The light of the cold moon shines out, causing the space to freeze and freeze, and there is also a terrible power of destruction blooming. The destructive forces that come to the scene are destroyed by Leng Yue.

"The power of Taiyin." Feng Mo looked at Ye Futian, his expression was solemn. The infinite light of destruction on the sky was descending on his body. The heaven and earth turned into a desert. Feng Mo's already burly body was still growing, turning into a deserted god of war. In the storm of destruction above the sky, a black battle axe sucked out the light of the world and slowly drifted down.

The wind demon stretched out his hand and took it over. At that moment, the destructive lightning robbery swept out, and the wind demon bathed in it, as if it was accumulating momentum and gathering the strongest power.

Ye Futian naturally understood what Feng Mo wanted to do, and he wanted to decide the outcome with one blow.

This attack will gather the strongest attack power of the Wind Demon.

Ye Futian clearly felt how powerful the destructive power was that straits of slump down and attacked around him. The practitioners of the Wasteland Temple walked out of the Wasteland Continent, and their abilities seemed to be somewhat similar.

The light of the cold moon spread throughout the void and turned into a cold sword airflow, surrounding Ye Futian's body, turning into a terrifying cold light sword, just like the sword of Taiyin. The infinite sword intent flowed between heaven and earth, making sharp and harsh sounds, resonating.

Finally, a storm of destruction fell down wildly above the void. The storm's body moved, slashing out a shocking axe. From the sky, a beam of axe that teared the space appeared in the sky and earth, creating the world.

Even those who watch the battle outside seem to be able to feel how terrible the attack power of this axe is.

The axe light was so fast, and the sky opened a line, but when it attacked near Ye Futian, everyone actually felt that the axe light seemed to slow down. Then they saw an extremely cold sword, ignored the distance of space, collided with the axe light, and met in the air.

The moment this ultimate strike collided, the picture was not so terrible, as if two lines were converging, and then one line was swallowed and destroyed by the other. Even under countless shocking eyes, the black lines left on the sky were countercurrent and assimilated by the other line.

A brilliant light bloomed, and the next moment the sky opened, and the doomsday world was destroyed, just like this sky was pierced, and the wind demon's body was also hit high above the sky, and the dark storm of destruction was directly destroyed.

"Sure enough." Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene, but it seemed as if they were natural. No one could break this legend that emerged from nowhere, and the same was true for the Wind Demon.

The Sword Emperor of the Awakening Year is still undefeated, and this rising figure seems to be undefeated.

The aura of the wind demon who was hit high in the sky floated, looked at the figure below and said, "Let's learn it."

After saying that, he walked down the Taoist war stage, but he was not disappointed. This battle was expected.

Outside, Ling He from Lingxiao Palace looked cold when he saw this scene. Even if he defeated his Feng Mo in humiliation, he still had the ending of defeat in front of Ye Futian. This contrast made him even more uncomfortable.

It seems that he, the most influential figure in Lingxiao Palace, is no longer worthy of being compared with Ye Futian.

Ye Futian was also preparing to leave the Taoist battle platform, but at this moment, a voice came: "Emperor Ye wait."

The sound fell and attracted countless gazes in an instant. Everyone looked at the speaker and saw a woman with a beautiful face walking out, Fairy Taihua.
Chapter completed!