Dugu Changkong paved the way with his own strength, let a group of old guys in Dizhou retreat, and even laid the foundation for the rejuvenation of Qingzong.
Now, it depends on the performance of the younger generation.
If the descendants are not angry, it is useless no matter how strong Dugu is.
The future world belongs to the younger generation.
"Roar--"
The son of the demon let out a low roar, with a burly body and strong muscles, like a hill.
Before coming in, the senior management of Xuanjimen untied the chain, so that the son of the devil was free from the shackles and could exert all his strength.
This is the first time that the son of the devil has enjoyed the feeling of no shackles. His body is light and very comfortable.
In order to celebrate this short-term freedom, the son of the devil decided to eat Wu Junyan in front of him, without leaving a bone.
He was able to move, took off the mask on his face, showing his ferocious face.
The teeth are sharp, and the lips can't be wrapped at all.
The corners of the mouth cracked and spread to the root behind the ear.
With fierce eyes, he stared at Wu Junyan and regarded him as prey.
After a moment of confrontation, the son of the human demon suddenly smiled. The scarlet tongue licked his lips and complicated teeth. The fierce light in his eyes became thicker and thicker, and the murderous intention suddenly rose.
"Bang!"
In an instant, the son of the demon broke the void on his side and killed Wu Junyan at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye.
The simple punch had not hit Wu Junyan, which made him feel great pressure. The clothes on his chest were directly broken, the skin and flesh collapsed, and a trace of a fist mark faintly appeared.
Wu Junyan pushed out a palm of his right hand, and Xuanguang came out of his palm, like the waves rushing and powerful.
"Bang!"
With a shock, the son of the devil was repelled a few steps, and his fist failed to fall on Wu Junyan.
Then, the son of the human demon attacked again, clenched his fists, and his strength was much stronger than just now. The starry storm suddenly rose, and the boxing power smashed the void dozens of miles ahead.
Wu Junyan had no defense and retreat, and also waved a punch to confront the son of the devil.
"Boom"
There was a big explosion directly in the area of the fight. Both sides retreated and no one benefited.
Subsequently, Wu Junyan took the initiative to attack and performed boxing. Several wisps of laws were wrapped around his arm, containing a trace of true meaning.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The son of the human demon and Wu Junyan fought closely, punched to the flesh, and the void collapsed.
Everyone was shocked when they watched the battle.
Especially those who know the strength of the son of the devil, but they didn't expect that Wu Junyan could withstand it.
"The Taoism of Qingzong."
A very small number of Mahayana monks clearly saw the Taoist art used by Wu Junyan.
"The four-pole boxing has been cultivated to the level of entering the hall."
Qingzong has a total of five top skills, namely: Taiqing Four Elephant Fingers, Eight Dragon Palms, Four Poles, Shifang Royal Swordsmanship, and Dafu Shadowless Body.
"Wu Junyan is hidden deep enough!"
The senior officials asked the descendants who participated in the Baimai feast, and they had never seen Wu Junyan use these Taoist techniques. Obviously, Wu Junyan has always been clumsy and can't bear it.
"There is a huge gap in the cultivation of the two. Even if Wu Junyan's magical acult is superb, it is difficult to have a chance to win."
At present, the two sides seem to be in a state of balance. However, as the battle continues, the situation will soon change.
Within the boundary, the battle is fierce.
"Bang"
Wu Junyan punched the left shoulder of the son of the human demon, revealing his white bones.
At the same moment, the son of the human demon also took action and hit Wu Junyan's heart fiercely.
Wu Junyan squeezed his lips tightly and felt that his eyes were dark and almost fainted.
A hot stream surged from his stomach to his throat, was forcibly suppressed by Wu Junyan and swallowed back.
"Rumble..."
The two have been fighting against each other, making the area turn into ruins, and the space burst, like a crystal ball smashed, full of dense cracks.
"You surprised me."
After dozens of moves, both sides stepped back for a distance and were injured. At this time, the son of the demon spoke, and his voice was very hoarse. I think he hadn't spoken for many years.
"So you still have self-awareness."
At first, Wu Junyan thought that the son of a demon was a puppet.
" Jie..." The son of the devil grinned, glanced around, and said without hesitation, "I still have use value. Of course, those guys don't want to erase my consciousness."
"The feeling of being controlled is very painful!"
Wu Jun said indifferently.
Hearing this, the son of the devil showed a fierce expression, and his anger was hard to hide.
"I will help you get rid of it."
With that, a three-foot sword was held by Wu Junyan.
Wu Junyan is not pure swordsmanship, but he still has some understanding of kendo.
"Wow!"
The sword light flashed, and Wu Junyan came with his sword.
"Roar!"
The son of the human demon roared, and his whole body was full of thick black gas. Obviously, he is going to take it seriously.
Wu Junyan's words just now made the son of the devil angry.
Originally, the son of the devil was teasing the prey, but now he has no intention. He just wants to bite the prey in front of him to death and then taste its flesh and blood.
"Ang--"
The sound of the sword shook the ear, and thousands of sword shadows appeared, all pointing to one place.
The expression of the son of the human demon was very ferocious. The nails of his hands and feet suddenly grew much longer. The nails were dark, like sharp soldiers, emitting a cold chill.
"Ping!"
The sword attacked, and the son of the demon was blocked by the finger of the forefinger, making the sound of weapon collision.
The next moment, Wu Junyan changed his offensive, and the sword edge was slightly slanted, drilling through the fingers of the son of the devil and stabbing his eyebrows.
" Zheng!"
The son of the demon immediately clenched his fingers and clamped the sword.
At this time, the tip of the sword is only one foot away from the center of the eyebrows.
Wu Junyan found that the sword was difficult to take back and was fixed by huge force.
"Break it!"
Wu Junyan was not anxious about this, and it was still the same as usual.
With a strong turn of his right hand, a mysterious law pattern appeared on the surface of the sword, which spread to every part of the sword body, cutting off the two fingers of the son of the demon.
"I want your life!" The son of the demon quickly stepped back a distance, looked down at the injured position, and had a ferocious expression.
Soon, the broken finger was reshaped.
A thick black fog appeared in a large area of the battlefield. Countless terrible black hands protruded from the fog, and thousands of skeletons appeared above, which were gloomy and horrible, directly hitting the soul.
Wu Junyan waved his sleeves and dispersed the approaching black fog.
However, even if Wu Junyan exerts his magical compulsion, it is difficult to get rid of all the black fog, and his body is slowly swallowed up.
Ordinary monks in the outside world can't see the situation in the thick fog, which is very anxious.
Only the power of Mahayana and above can spy on the changes in the war situation.
"Tear--"
The body of the son of the demon is full of black hair, and his long nails can cut his skin as long as he touches Wu Junyan.
"Sheng--"
Shifang Yujianshi, the top Taoist skill of Qingzong.
The sword light in the sky penetrated the thick black fog and left dozens of sword marks on the son of man and demon.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Listening to the sound of the battle, their hearts trembled slightly and their mouths were dry.
After half an hour, a beam of light suddenly broke through the thick fog to the highest point of the battlefield boundary, which was very dazzling.
Then, Wu Junyan soared into the air, controlled thousands of sword lights, and from top to bottom, the sword chanted like a dragon.