"This... is also a dragon?" Murong Kexin opened her rosy little mouth with a look of shock.

The others were not much better than her, they were all a little stunned.

"This... should be true." Ye Tianming frowned, with hesitation in his voice. He vaguely felt that the huge phantom behind Ye Ruhong was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"But, I looked at it like a lion..." Yan Yumo also frowned and said.

Jiang Han was also confused, but after listening to Yan Yumo's words, a light suddenly flashed in his mind.

He remembered the legend of the dragon son he saw while on Earth!

"The dragon gave birth to nine sons, and their appearances are different! Ye Ruhong's martial soul should be the sacred sword of one of the dragon sons!" Jiang Han said in his heart, and he looked up at the phantom, making him even more sure.

In fact, "nine" is the general number, but it is not really just the nine sons. At least what Jiang Han knows are: Bian, Taotie, Caijie, Huanzi, Zhuniu, Jiaozi, Xuanfeng, Pulao, Victory Evil, Baxia, etc. In addition, there are several others who are also known as Longzi.

And the silhouette is shaped like a lion, and you like to sit and can swallow clouds and spit out mist!

"Ye Ruhong's ability to have a magical martial soul shows that he is very talented, after all, he is the son of a real dragon." Jiang Han thought to himself, probably few people know this, and it can be seen from Tianming that magical spirit.

In fact, not only Ye Tianming and others could recognize this silhouette, but none of the thousands of disciples present could recognize it.

Some people who don’t know Ye Ruhong’s identity even don’t think about the “dragon”… The main reason is that the wild monk looks so different from the dragon they know!

"What kind of dragon is this?" Ye Tianfeng, who had been accumulating momentum, was also stunned on the ring, and his aura stagnated for a moment.

"I don't know." Ye Ruhong shook his head.

To be honest, he really doesn't know what his martial soul is. However, Ye Tianfeng doesn't think so, he just thinks it's Ye Ruhong who refuses to say it.

"I won't say much!" Ye Tianfeng shook his head fiercely and roared to the sky. The giant lizard dragon behind him also roared silently, and his entire aura increased again.

A sharp color flashed in Ye Ruhong's eyes, and he stepped out in one step. The phantom behind him followed, "Come on!"

boom!

In just a moment, the two collided with each other and made a loud bang!

"Draw the sword and slash!"

Ye Ruhong shouted coldly, and the dragon sword threw out a golden stream of light and slashed towards Ye Tianfeng in half.

"The dragon swings its tail!" Ye Tianfeng was not afraid at all. The Dulong Spear turned around his waist, and a golden light flashed on the tail of the spear, steadily touching the dragon sword!

Bang!

There was a loud bang. Both of them retreated.

However, Ye Ruhong stabilized after just two steps back, but Ye Tianfeng took five steps back. Who is stronger and who is weak can be seen at a glance!

"The dragon sword is well-deserved!"

Ye Tianfeng naturally knew what the problem was. Logically speaking, his power should be stronger, but at this time he was not as good as Ye Ruhong. It could only be the difference in weapons.

The Dragon Sword is the top-level Xuan-level, while his Dulong Spear is only the top-level spiritual-level. It is one level short of it!

"Do you really think it's entirely because of the Dragon Sword?" Ye Ruhong sneered. He stepped on the Dragon Strike and rushed forward to Ye Tianfeng. The Dragon Sword slashed obliquely and drew a golden light.

In fact, after releasing the martial soul, Ye Ruhong's physical body will be greatly improved. According to his guess, this unknown dragon genus should be of power type!

Ye Tianfeng's pupils shrank, and the Dulong Spear in his hand danced, and the tip of the spear was accurately pointed at the side of the dragon sword.

He did not intend to fight Ye Ruhong for strength. Otherwise, even if he wins this battle, the Dulong Spear might be scrapped!

Whoosh!

Ye Tianfeng jumped up, flying into the air like a stream of light. The golden light of the Dulong Spear in his hand danced wildly, and golden lights burst out, blasting towards Ye Ruhong below.

"Shenglong Slash!"

Ye Ruhong shouted softly, his figure flashed, avoiding the flowing lights, and then stepped on the ground suddenly and suddenly rose into the air.

The golden light completely enveloped it, setting off like a golden armored god. He held the dragon sword indirectly, and was surrounded by a golden dragon, with a great majesty.

"The mad dragon explores the sea!"

Ye Tianfeng roared long, and the giant lizard dragon martial soul behind him flashed, and then he sank into the Dulong Spear along his body.

In an instant, a golden light flashed on the Dulong spear, and a giant lizard dragon phantom rotated around the gun body, and then rushed out from the tip of the gun, as if there was no invincible momentum!

"Hmm?" Ye Ruhong's expression changed slightly. He did not expect Ye Tianfeng to be so decisive and directly used all the power of his martial soul.

"Then let's try it, whose martial soul is stronger!"

In an instant, Ye Ruhong made a decision, and the phantom of the silhouette flashed.

The distance between the two is not very far, and it is approaching in a moment.

Ye Ruhong slashed out with a knife, and in the flash of golden light, a snail jumped in it, raised his head and roared like a living thing.

In just a blink of an eye, the giant lizard dragon and the sling collided with a loud bang, and the golden lights were intertwined. The two crazy beasts inside fought and killed without any skills. They were completely the most primitive battle.

In fact, it was the battle between the dragon sword and the dragon spear!

It is obvious that the Dulong Spear is at a disadvantage, but it will not be defeated for a while. After all, it has the power of martial souls poured into it.

"Now, without the suppression of the Dragon Sword, do you still have that strong power?"

Ye Tianfeng glanced at the twinkling gold ball, then slowly landed on the ground, turned his head and spoke to Ye Ruhong.

"Try it!"

Ye Ruhong laughed loudly, took the lead, and attacked Ye Tianfeng with a straight punch, without any fancyness.

"Okay!" Ye Tianfeng's eyes flashed. He did not dodge and agreed to punch, and collided with Ye Ruhong's fist, but his face changed.

Bang bang bang bang!

He took a few steps back and looked at Ye Ruhong in surprise.

To Ye Tianfeng's surprise, Ye Ruhong's powerful power shocked him, which made him completely at a disadvantage!

You know, although the punch just now seemed ordinary, it was a competition between the two of them. To put it bluntly, his true energy was not as thick as Ye Ruhong!

How is this possible?

He was the fifth Duan of Wu King, and Ye Ruhong had just become King Wu, how could he be stronger than his true energy?!

"Is it strange?" Ye Ruhong said, bullying himself, clenching his five fingers into fists, and the golden light gathered like a small sun, rushing towards Ye Tianfeng.

Ye Tianfeng couldn't believe it, so he gritted his teeth and instead of retreating, his fist was covered with a layer of golden frost, like gold pouring, colliding with Ye Ruhong's fist again!

Bang!

Ye Tianfeng only felt a little painful in his bones, which shocked him.

His punch is called "Vajra Fist", which makes the hand bones extremely hard, like gold and jade, but isn't as hard as Ye Ruhong's fist?

"Impossible!" Ye Tianfeng could not believe it.

"What's impossible?" Ye Ruhong sneered, Youlongbu moved, and punched him again, "You're going to lose... cousin!"

"... and your martial soul, you will also lose!" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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