Chapter 633 Three Battles (Part 1)

The Qilin King glanced at the patriarch of the Phoenix clan and said, "Fei'er, let me do this battle, Ao Lie, come, let's continue the unfinished competition ten thousand years ago." The Qilin clan and the Dragon clan are almost all super beasts that are good at close combat.

"Tyco, okay, let me see how you have made progress in the past ten thousand years." The Dragon Emperor nodded calmly and flashed to meet him. At the same time, the figure of the Kirin King Taico also came forward. The two sides collided fiercely, without using weapons or wearing armor, just a competition between the body and fists and feet. In an almost barbaric way, the figures of the two people were slowly no longer seen on the field. Only the muffled voices kept ringing reminding everyone that the two strong men were still fighting fiercely.

As the tribe leader of the three tribes of the demon world, the grudges of the Dragon Emperor Ao Lie, the King of Qilin King Taike, and the head of the Feng tribe Feng Fei are naturally not told by outsiders, and the friendship is not something that outsiders can understand.

Yang Yifeng was shocked and beating inside. Why? The two strong men in the sky may not be as good as Tengshe in terms of strength, but this combat method is too arrogant and only attack but not defend. The opponent's boxer lets it fall. Each attack is enough to break the rocks and shatter the inner organs. Each attack hits the opponent in a real way, but the two continued as if nothing had happened. Yang Yifeng believed that this kind of fist could only be carried dozens of times at most, otherwise this body would be destroyed. Their method was too barbaric and there was nothing to do with it. Yang Yifeng was also extremely disdainful of this method. Only attacking but not defending means that the enemy could not attack, so naturally there was no need to defend. Yang Yifeng dared not think about their method now.

The physical strength of the Dragon Clan and the Qilin Clan can be compared with the Great Witch or even the Ancestral Witch. Especially in this era, there is no longer an era where the ancestor witches are rampant and the Great Witches are everywhere. The inheritance of the three tribes is still extremely powerful. At the same time, Yang Yifeng also discovered that the subtle relationship between the three tribes is not so simple.

The Dragon Emperor and the Qilin King are not more friends than opponents, but friends with a very tacit understanding.

Yang Yifeng turned his gaze to the leader of the Phoenix tribe on one side. How amazing is her real strength? Phoenix, the ancestor of Fire, had never used any Phoenix Divine Fire in the fight just now, that is to say, the tenth level of strength was not even a single layer. If nothing unexpected happened, her opponent would be her.

Time passed without realizing it, but for them, the ten days and earth passed by was just a blink of an eye. "Hahaha~~~Have fun!" The Dragon Emperor and the Qilin King, who had been fighting for ten days and ten nights, retreated in the intersecting and collision of a punch.

"Tyco, this battle between you and me is a draw, how about it?" Dragon Emperor asked with a smile.

"Okay, anyway, you and I can't decide the winner for a hundred years. If you draw, you will get a draw!" King Qilin nodded in agreement.

Yang Yifeng saw the tacit understanding, but did not go into it. The name of the three tribes in the demon world was nothing to do. As long as you pass this level, the cause and effect between you and the dragon clan has been restored to eight levels. You don’t have to worry about it every day, and you feel uncomfortable. The sword in Yang Yifeng’s hand appeared again and held it in his hand. He slowly walked out of the crowd and said, “The next battle begins.” He stared at Feng Fei, the leader of the Feng clan.

"Captain Feng is naturally the finale master and finally went to fight. Zheng Yidao Ren, should you also do your best?" King Qilin said as he looked at the crowd of the Immortal and Demon Alliance.

Zheng Yidao Ren? Who? Yang Yifeng naturally didn't know him, so he turned his gaze in confusion to the Dragon Emperor. The Dragon Emperor had been in this heaven for so long, so he should know him?

I saw a young Taoist slowly walking out of the crowd. Isn’t this the little Taoist priest that day? It looks ordinary and has no outstanding place? The person who came was one of the four young people in the restaurant that day. I saw him take a few steps. His figure blurred. When he was clear again, he was a handsome Taoist priest who was wearing a purple gold robe in the Eight Trigrams and a Taoist tutu. He saw him and said, “I have seen Mr. Yang, and I have heard of Mr. Yang’s name for him for a long time. I didn’t expect that I would meet him today and compete with Mr. Liu. It is also a blessing for me.”

The Dragon Emperor sent a message at the right time and said, "Zhengyi, the third generation disciple of Piaomiao Tiangong, is still above the emperor's generation and years of cultivation. He is one of the disciples of the Saint of the Immortal World."

Yang Yifeng understood, just say it. In the past tens of billions of years, there must be many masters that only some upper-class people know about. For example, Zhengyi, he has never heard of it.

Yang Yifeng peeked at it with his vast divine eyes. This person's cultivation is not as good as the Immortal Ancestor, but his realm is higher than any ancestral master he has ever seen. Even the ancient Sanxian Lu Ya is slightly lower than him. It is impossible to distinguish whether this person is a human or a demon.

Yang Yifeng never thought that his opponent was not the leader of the Feng Clan? "Haha~~~ The Taoist priest is reasonable." Not all the senior Taoist priests looked gray.

"Mr. Yang is the only genius in the heaven for millions of years. I originally wanted to drink with you, but now it is not a good opportunity. You and I have to have a fight." Zheng Yi Taoist said in a calm tone.

Yang Yifeng found that he could not see through this young Taoist priest for a moment, as if everything he could see was deliberately revealed by him. Is this guy a real virtuous man with profound Taoism? Or is it a hypocritical Taoist sect that is different from the outside?

"Haha~~ Let's talk about it after you fight." Yang Yifeng said easily. So what if you can't see through it? As long as the other party is not a real god, you will not be afraid.

"Please~~" Zheng Yiji said, raised his head, and his brilliance flashed, and a golden true essence was revealed outside his body. His body changed. A majestic whole-body style mail replaced his original outfit. A six-meter-long spear appeared in his hand, holding a seven-inch-lower under the head of the gun, pointing at Yang Yifeng obliquely.

Yang Yifeng tightened the ground sword in his hand, and looked at the majestic Zhengyi in front of him, with a solemn expression. Zhengyi's temperament was completely different, and now he looked like a war god.

As soon as they moved, Yang Yifeng also moved at the same time. The figures of the two were constantly changing in the air, and the sound of swords and guns clashing. He was so clever, Yang Yifeng used his long sword to block the shadow of the gun in the sky. Zhengyi's body changed and his body danced, but the tip of the gun was always the key points around Yang Yifeng. Such gun techniques were simply art.
Chapter completed!