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 is an exhibition competition, it is also the highest-level exhibition competition above the prehistoric land. If it is not the cultivation level of a saint, it cannot be seen.

However, when a master fights, he naturally needs 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 he is caught, he will be a fatal point. Therefore, Chen Yuyang and Hongjun are each other.

After a long time, no one moved first.

The topic of "first move first" is strong, and then move 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 full force, he still

Hongjun saw it in his eyes.

At this moment, Chen Yuyang was squinting his eyes, 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 is a breath, a powerful shocking aura.

Even the saint's divine thoughts dare not approach it, but 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 had three Yuanhui when he came to this ancient land.

, I only lost once, and it was a complete defeat. 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, "Han Jun, it seems that the willow hurt you very much, and you still remember it now. However, although I do not have the confidence to defeat you today, you will lose.

You should 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, the bare hands were the only one.

The truth, relying on treasures is just a 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 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

Like Yuanshi's Pangu Banner, it was just a waste product. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Did the lay Buddhist 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 knife, a left-handed sword and a right-handed sword. This was originally from the Aotian treasure book of Xiaoyao Sect.

, However, after countless years of tempering and essence by Chen Yuyang, this fighting technique has 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 you can win with too many weapons? It's a joke. But even so, they are still watching this with peace of mind.

The competition. After all, this represents the highest level in the prehistoric world, so naturally the person who was called Yang Liu was ignored by them.

Quietly as if a virgin is moving as if he is rid of a rabbit, this is a true portrayal of Chen Yuyang now. He has a different style of martial arts in the human world with great magic power. His body looks like a ghost and wanders around Hongjun's old Taoist, but Hongjun is still

Quiet like Mount Tai, he whispered: "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 be like this.

It ended easily. While everyone sighed at Hongjun's profound Taoist Dharma, they also despised Chen Yuyang.

I thought this 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 in front of him was in vain.

The figure 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 Taoist's figure moved lightly and disappeared into the chaotic space. Chen Yuyang also disappeared, only

Seeing that in the chaotic space, two figures intertwined each other.

One purple and one white, shaking back and forth like a dragon, making people dazzled. The two of them showed their power to destroy the world with every move. I don’t know how long they had been entangled with each other, but their figures fell again.

After entering the chaotic space and time, 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 was sword and the other hand was natural, and a milky white air flow kept illuminating Chen Yuyang's whole body. If it was more close to fighting, 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 was surrounded by the Hongmeng Three Thousand Formation. This formation is the best in the prehistoric land, Zhu Xian, Liangyi Weichen, or the Western Bodhi Formation.

There were too many distances, so Hongjun heard him say, "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 thousands of feet tall. He stepped 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 is mouth-watering! A heavy punch hit the barrier entrance of 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. Two auras intertwined, and even the saints began to be silent when they arrived.
Chapter completed!