boom!

The battle began again, and the two powerful men used their most powerful magical powers to collide together, and a fierce confrontation began.

The glow of Murong Xian's slender body shines, and his every move is like a god of lightning; Ao Yuanjiao's huge body exudes a dark gray light, and his body is looming.

In the arena, the scene of the battle between the two sides swept like a storm, sometimes like thunder and lightning. The powerful force filled every inch of space. The entire space was suddenly bright and sometimes hazy and dark, just like a storm center. The entire arena was shaken. Some practitioners watching the battle wanted to retreat, but they saw the arbitrators of the Feiyu Tribe standing there without moving, but stood there with their spirits so that people would not make people laugh.

The combat power of the Gray Dragon Clan is also among the Jiao Clan, otherwise it would not have been possible to break out of the golden signboard of the Tianjiao Palace. At this moment, Ao Yuanjiao transformed into his original body and used it with all his strength. Various magical weapons emerged one by one, which was dazzling.

Buzz ~

A ripples rippled in the air, shattering all the light and annihilated all the sounds. A dragon claw about a foot long flew out from Ao Yuanjiao's eyebrows, which was simple and vigorous, like gold.

"What kind of magic weapon is that?"

"Is it a magic weapon made by the limbs left by the divine beast?"

All the practitioners' expressions were shaking because they all felt that the dragon claw emitted a strange and powerful force. If it weren't for the arena's shields, they would have been forced to leave now.

"It's not a magic weapon, but a great magical power of the dragon clan, the Ancestral Dragon Claw! I didn't expect that Ao Yuanjiao would have such an opportunity!" A middle-aged monk from a major force said with great emotion.

The Ancestral Dragon is the common ancestor of all dragons, and it is the first dragon clan that appeared with this world. If this "Ancestral Dragon Claw" is really the magical power left by the Ancestral Dragon, then its power is obvious.

"No wonder there is such a pressure. You can feel it terrible through a powerful shield." Someone said to himself.

puff!

As expected, even the six-colored light curtain of the Great Compassion Mirror could not stop the dragon claw. The dragon claw about a foot long tear open the protective light curtain of the Great Compassion Mirror as if it was destroyed and destroyed.

Zheng!

The dragon claws were bent and stretched out like living creatures. When he slapped his head, Murong Xianxian's hands suddenly poked out and actually grabbed the dragon claws, as if he was about to crush her.

"I must be dazzled!"

"Is this a afterimage? It's so real!"

The practitioners all think that the scene in front of them is too unreal. Let’s not talk about whether the “ancestral dragon claw” really inherits ancient magical powers. Just by being able to tear the light curtain of the hanging mirror, you can know how powerful it is. But Murong Xianxian actually held it with both hands. Is the physical strength of this female cultivator too terrifying?

Or did she use some kind of great magical power or magic weapon?

Ao Wunu's face in the crowd was also a little ugly. Ao Yuanjiao did not use the Ancestral Dragon Claw at the beginning, just to leave a trump card... In fact, those who have seen Ao Yuanjiao use the Ancestral Dragon Claw were basically dead under his claws. Today, because the bet was too big and he could not fail, he used it in public, but he did not expect Murong Xianxian to fight back in this way.

Ao Yuanjiao was also surprised, but he did not stop, but instead activated the Ancestral Dragon Claw with all his strength, trying to take the opportunity to kill Murong Xianxian... If he could get the treasure on Murong Xianxian's body, it would be worth it even if the Ancestral Dragon Claw was exposed.

The Ancestral Dragon Claw is not a physical entity. Under the urging of Ao Yuanjiao, countless golden lights burst out, and each golden light is like a sword energy, making a hissing sound.

**Magic skills!

Murong Xianxian clasped her hands together, and the Ancestral Dragon claw was held in her hand. The Great Compassion Mirror turned into a blue light and penetrated into her eyebrows. She rushed towards Ao Yuanjiao, who wanted to use the Ancestral Dragon claw to kill Ao Yuanjiao.

The spectators around were speechless and actually used the opponent's magical power to kill the enemy. This was not just a whim... How strong is this to do with your hands?

Many practitioners who had thought about the treasures on Murong Xianxian are now gradually giving up... Those who dared to go deep into the abyss of the fog sea have their own strength and definitely have vision. Even if they are like Lin Haotian, they can see that Murong Xianxian's hands did not use any magic weapons or magical powers, they just held them directly with their hands.

Ao Yuanjiao roared angrily, turned into a human form again, and formed a seal with both hands to activate the Ancestral Dragon Claw, "You underestimate the Ancestral Dragon Claw too much!"

Murong Xianxian ignored it. The Ancestral Dragon Claw seemed to explode at any time in her hands, but she was forced to stop it. Moreover, she was also experiencing and comprehending the laws contained in the Ancestral Dragon Claw... This is indeed a peerless magical power with great power. But she found that as long as a creature with the blood of the dragon clan and having a certain understanding, it is possible to understand the laws contained in it and practice this magical power, otherwise she would not be able to stop this Ancestral Dragon Claw, which is not a physical one.

“Ah~”

Ao Yuanjiao screamed and tried his best to dodge. Murong Xianxian's body was like lightning, and passed by him, and one of his arms broke again.

This time, Murong Xianxian obviously did not want to give him the opportunity to restore the broken arm, so he turned around and issued a Vajra God Palm, knocking Ao Yuanjiao back, and at the same time slapped the Ancestral Dragon claw at the broken arm, knocking it into flesh mud. The Ancestral Dragon claw also broke free from Murong Xianxian's mastery and flew into mid-air.

At the other end of the arena, Ao Yuanjiao's figure reappeared, shrouded in gray mist, and his broken arm was born again, but his face was obviously not very good-looking because his recovery method consumed a lot of energy.

"I admit that I underestimated you. But you also underestimated the power of the Ancestral Dragon Claw!" He made a low voice, but his murderous intent became stronger, with thick gray hair dancing around.

Boom~

The golden light flashed on the Ancestral Dragon's claws, rising in the storm, and the surrounding space began to fluctuate violently. In a blink of an eye, it rose to the roof of a main hall, and smashed down at Murong Xianxian.

Great Light Fist!

Murong Xianxian swung his fist to welcome the air, singing the Sanskrit sound, and the infinite Buddha light shone everywhere, and the golden light on the fist seemed to be able to penetrate the sky.

The arena was silent, and the practitioners changed their faces... This punch was undoubtedly the great power of Buddhism. The magic weapon of Buddhism may be left outside, but the great power of Buddhism has always been passed down. Behind Murong Xianxian, there may be a certain Buddhist power, and no one regards her as an ordinary casual cultivator.

But in Ao Wunu's heart, there was a little more heavy weight. Murong Xianxian's punch was definitely not under the Ancestral Dragon Claw. If the Ancestral Dragon Claw could not suppress Murong Xianxian, the result of this battle might exceed his expectations... Ao Wunu was already considering whether he could grab all the bets from the arbitrator.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The collision of the two great magical powers emits eternal light... The claws of the ancestor dragon emit a golden light full of kingly aura, suppressing all enemies; the Great Light Fist rippled with infinite Buddha light, purifying all directions.

"No matter how hard you struggle, it's useless! You can't escape death today!" Ao Yuanjiao was full of anger, his eyebrows were glowing, and the sound of breaking through the air from the claws of the ancestor dragon was like a giant dragon roaring from ancient times.

Outside the arena, Ao Xiaolong clenched his fists tightly. He was not worried about Murong Xianxian, but excited... Even he was very envious of the Ancestral Dragon's magical power and hoped to get it. It's a pity that there is a shield blocking. If it is in the physical condition, he will definitely comprehend faster and more thoroughly than Murong Xianxian.

Murong Xianxian is still comprehending now. As Ao Xiaolong expected, she would not worry at all. She had not used the Five Elements Magical Powers and other methods she had just comprehended. However, this claw of the ancestor dragon is indeed rare, and she wanted to see the mystery of it.

When Ao Yuanjiao activated the Ancestral Dragon's claws again, Murong Xianxian raised his hand and emitted a big light fist again.

The Buddha's light is clear and honorable in the world!

She had already figured out the operating rules of the Ancestral Dragon Claw, and now she no longer needed to comprehend it. Murong Xianxian waved her golden fist and kept hitting it out.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

The void shook, and the claws of the ancestor dragon made a whine, like a dying dragon struggling, and finally it was about to shatter, but it could not escape.

Everyone has changed their colors, the Ancestral Dragon magic power, what a great magic power is that?!

Now that I not only encounter an enemy, I am going to be shattered by the enemy, which is so shocking!

boom!

Finally, Murong Xianxian smashed the claw of the ancestor dragon with one punch. Ao Yuanjiao screamed, a wisp of blood overflowed from his eyebrows, and he almost fell to the ground.

Murong Xianxian moved forward. At this moment, her energy and spirit were all poured into a pair of golden fists. Her Taoist practice for nearly a hundred years and her unyielding will turned into a pair of law fists... At this moment, she was promoted to a strange wonderland, as if she was combined with the laws of heaven and earth, breaking Ao Yuanjiao's magical power to protect his body and smashing his body.

The war has passed by hundreds of rounds, but time does not have much conception for practitioners, and they are more concerned about the result of this war.

"Ao Yuanjiao was defeated?!"

All the practitioners were a little incredible. Ao Yuanjiao had already used the Ancestral Dragon magic power, and he was very powerful, claiming to be "Immortal". He did not expect to be defeated. This battle ended in this way.

"Okay! Well killed!"

Ao Xiaolong waved his fist and seemed to be venting it. The Ancestral Dragon's magical power fell on Ao Yuanjiao's hands, which made him very depressed. He also saw what Murong Xianxian did in the arena, and he had a connection with Murong Xianxian's mind, so he naturally knew that Murong Xianxian had already realized the mystery of the Ancestral Dragon Claw.

The monks on the Tianjiao Palace were silent. Although they were all angry, they also knew that even Ao Yuanjiao was drinking hatred under Murong Xianxian's fist, and they probably had no good results when they went up.

Ao Wunu stood there like a rock, with a cold breath all over his body, and his eyes staring at Murong Xianxian with a sinister look, not knowing what he was thinking.
Chapter completed!