In the high altitude, the fierce wind generated by the battle shot out in all directions, and the terrifying power caused the void to tremble, as if a big hole was about to be punched out.

In Shuiyun City, countless eyes were densely packed, staring at the sky, all showing horror.

"It's so powerful. The combined attacks of those two old men are really powerful. They were able to block the attacks of the head of the Yan family and the terrifying middle-aged Confucian scholar just now. The strength of this Netherworld Holy Sect is truly terrifying."

"That middle-aged man is so shameless that he bullied the younger ones. I'm afraid Yan Wubian is in danger."

Numerous discussions were heard in various places in Shuiyun City. Obviously, many people in this city were spiritual masters who had visited the ranking competition of the eight major forces. Many people had already recognized the two parties in the battle, which were the Yan family.

and the Netherworld Holy Cult.

At this moment, Yan Wubian's face was extremely solemn. It was not that he was afraid, but on the contrary, his heart was agitated. Judging from the situation of the blow just now, although his strength was weaker and he retreated further than the opponent, his spirit could not help but

A jolt.

From this blow, he could already feel that his strength after breaking through to the spirit-melting realm was indeed extremely strong. Both his spiritual power and physical strength had improved dramatically. Facing the powerful Romac

Although the opponent is still at a disadvantage, he does not have no chance to fight against him.

He glanced at the four men of Yan Xuanzang who were already fighting together. Judging from the situation of the four of them, it would be impossible to determine the winner in a short time without the intervention of external forces.

As for the situation below, he could clearly see the situation below with a glance of his consciousness. Seeing that Long Jianyi had brought the situation under control, Yan Wubian couldn't help but feel a little at ease in his heart.

"Boy, what's the relationship between Yan Tianyu and you?"

At this time, looking at Yan Wubian's face that was almost similar to Yan Tianyu's, Romank's heart suddenly suddenly opened and he couldn't help but ask.

"That's my father. I will help them get back the grudge they had against me back then."

After saying that, Yan Wubian's eyes turned cold, and with a flick of the Sky-shattering Thunder Dragon Spear that appeared in his hand, he took a step forward from the void. The speed of this step actually reached an incredible level!

The distance seemed to have lost its meaning under Yan Wubian's step. When Roman was still slightly stunned because Yan Wubian and Yan Tianyu had a father-son relationship, Yan Wubian appeared in front of him as if teleporting.

In front of me, a spear stabbed out!

There are thousands of moves, but speed is the only thing that can't be broken! When the speed reaches an extreme, the enemy will be killed before he can react!

At this time, Yan Wubian's speed also reached a new height due to his increased physical strength.

However, Romak was not an ordinary spiritual master after all. He was stunned for a moment. When he saw Yan Wibi suddenly disappear from his sight, his heart suddenly suddenly felt something bad. The black long sword that appeared in his hand fiercely

Swing forward.

"clang!"

In the sound of gold and iron, the huge force caused the long sword and the thunder dragon gun to swing towards the side. A muffled groan came from the mouths of Yan Wubian and the two of them, and a thin blood streak came from the two of them.

It flowed out quietly from the corners of his mouth.

"kill!"

Resisting the physical discomfort caused by the hard fight just now, Yan Wibi took a few steps back without stopping at all. He held the Sky-shattering Thunder Dragon Spear and stabbed it out again. Like a poisonous snake spitting out a message, he appeared again as fast as lightning.

In front of Romank.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!...!"

Deafening sounds of fighting continued to be heard from the extremely fast-moving figures of Yan Wubian and Romak. Compared with the other four people on the battlefield, Yan Wubian's close combat was undoubtedly more dangerous. If you didn't pay attention,

What greeted the two of them was multiple holes in their bodies.

At this time, Romak's face was flushed, sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face was extremely gloomy. Yan Wubian's offensive was like a tide, continuous, and the figure as fast as lightning made it impossible for him to avoid it, and he could only be caught.

Forced to confront him head-on.

Based on the strength comparison between the two, Romak should have had the upper hand in the head-to-head encounter, but the reality was completely the opposite. Romak could only passively respond to the opponent's attack.

"Asshole, how on earth did this guy cultivate? He is only at the level of Fusion Spirit Xiaocheng, but the purity of his spiritual power is not lower than mine. No, it should be far higher than mine."

The more he fought, the more shocked Romak felt. He knew very well that Yan Wubian's strength was indeed only the cultivation of Ling Ling Xiaocheng. He was able to suppress himself not only because his spiritual power was pure enough, but also because he was able to suppress himself.

The main thing is that his physical strength is actually much stronger than him.

It is precisely because of the strength of his body that he still maintains the opportunity to strike first under high-intensity head-on collisions, so he can only respond passively. In terms of endurance, he is even more stable.

If this situation continues, I'm afraid it won't take half a stick of incense before he can no longer support himself.

Thinking of this, Luomak couldn't help but feel aggrieved. The injuries he suffered in the previous battle with Yan Tianyu had already compromised his strength. Unexpectedly, the guy who thought he could easily win him was defeated again.

He suppressed it. This situation was something he never expected.

Regarding his own physical condition, Luomak naturally knew that even though he was injured, he was not afraid at all when faced with an ordinary Spirit Fusion Spiritualist. This shows how abnormal Yan Wudi is.

However, he could bear the defeat at the hands of Yan Tianyu, but if he could not defeat Yan Tianyu's son, this would be completely unacceptable to him, who has always been proud of himself.

At this time, Romank's blood was surging in his body. Looking at Yan Wibi, who was becoming more and more courageous in the battle, the anger in his heart finally overflowed and turned into thick murderous intent. Several mouthfuls of blood spurted out from his mouth, turning into balls.

The blood mist instantly merged into the long sword in his hand.

The spurting out of essence and blood made Romac's face immediately turn pale, but his aura surged. Looking at Yan Wubian, who was attacking again, he suddenly shouted with a ferocious look on his face:

"Go to hell!"

Immediately, the sword's momentum turned, completely turning into a scarlet sword, and suddenly shot out a scarlet sword beam and swung it towards Yan Wubian.

As soon as the scarlet sword sword appeared, the aura on Romac's body suddenly slumped like a deflated ball, and a bloody aura immediately floated into Yan Wubian's mouth and nose.

"Well!"

Just when Romac spurted out blood, Yan Wubian already felt that something was not good. With the appearance of the scarlet sword, his heart jumped inexplicably, and he felt that his mind seemed to be absorbed by the sword.

Inside the gang, the body involuntarily shuddered.

"Oops!"

Secretly exclaiming, Yan Wubian's face suddenly changed, and the spiritual power in his body poured into the Thunder Dragon Spear crazily. In an instant, the spear's thunder light flashed. At the same time, Yan Wubian stepped on the void with the sole of his foot, and his speed suddenly accelerated.
Chapter completed!