Chapter 2639

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　　Inside the Great Emperor Battle Formation.
　　Zi Yang Tian Zun and Ling Shan Sheng Seng were desperately attacking and killing each other.
　　“Pu！”
Blood flew up, like a divine rainbow flew across the sky, strange and dazzling.
　　Both of them were so crazy with killing that they ignored their bruised and battered bodies and only attacked.
　　“Pa！”
　　The Holy Monk of Lingshan waved his palm, each time as if carrying a vast universe, with monstrous demonic energy. Everywhere it passed, everything was destroyed. Fortunately, the Purple Yang Celestial Venerable was extremely powerful and managed to block the Holy Monk of Lingshan’s attacks round after round.
　　“Rumble…”
　　The two were like two stars constantly colliding, accompanied by earth-shattering sounds, making the void tremble.
　　“Kill！”
　　“Kill！”
　　The Purple Yang Celestial Venerable and the Holy Monk of Lingshan kept attacking. Soon, flesh and blood flew everywhere on their bodies, and bones were broken.
　　This made the onlookers outside the battle formation feel extremely shocked.
　　There is no doubt that this is a bloody battle！
The Holy Monk of Lingshan and the Purple Yang Celestial Venerable were evenly matched. Their bodies were almost beaten to pieces by each other, revealing the sensen white bones.
　　“Whoosh！”
During the battle, the Purple Yang Celestial Venerable’s fist suddenly loosened, and a sword qi was inspired from his fingertips, piercing through the shoulder of the Holy Monk of Lingshan.
　　The Holy Monk of Lingshan, regardless of his injury, rushed forward and punched through the Purple Yang Celestial Venerable’s chest.
　　“Puff！”
　　Blood gushed out like a fountain.
　　This tragic scene made everyone who saw it shiver with horror.
　　The battle had reached this stage, and the two had long been red-eyed with killing. They just wanted to kill their opponents as soon as possible and end this battle.
　　“Ah…”
　　The Holy Monk of Lingshan suddenly raised his head and roared, and his dark eyes flickered with angry flames.
　　For so many years, this was the first time he had fought to such a tragic extent. Thinking back, it was not so difficult when he massacred his master’s school.
　　“The dark clouds roll and the demonic energy surges, swallowing the sky and devouring the earth, leaving nothing empty. In a single thought, the gods and demons change, and the ultimate of the demonic skill breaks through the sky.”
　　After the Holy Monk of Lingshan finished chanting, a cold and powerful aura burst out from his body and instantly filled the entire heaven and earth.
　　I saw his hands changing rapidly, and the seal formulas were getting faster and faster, as if to tear the surrounding air apart.
　　As the seal formulas accelerated, clusters of pitch-black demonic energy flew from his body into the air, and then twisted and tumbled in the air, making a low and strange whistling sound.
　　“Kill！”
The Holy Monk of Lingshan growled and suddenly pushed forward with both hands. The clusters of pitch-black demonic energy instantly turned into a huge black vortex and crazily rushed towards the Ziyang Tianzun.
　　“Boom！”
　　The Ziyang Tianzun didn’t say a word and directly punched.
　　Unexpectedly, as soon as his fist approached the black vortex, the skin and flesh were melted, leaving only white bones.
　　“Huh？”
　　The Ziyang Tianzun raised his eyebrows, immediately retracted his arm and stepped back, and then quickly changed his boxing method.
　　He slowly raised his hands, the movement smooth and natural, as if integrating with the breath between heaven and earth.
　　As the Purple Yang Celestial Venerable moved, the surrounding air seemed to flow along with it, forming a delicate vortex.
The Purple Yang Celestial Venerable’s palms pushed gently at times and retracted slowly at times, the fingertips drawing beautiful arcs in the air. Seemingly gentle, it actually contains tremendous power.
　　“Peng!　Peng!　Peng!”
　　The black vortex transformed by the magic skill of the Holy Monk of the Spiritual Mountain kept colliding with the breath vortex of the Purple Yang Celestial Venerable, just like two fierce beasts fighting desperately, and it was hard to tell the winner for a while.
　　Outside the battle array.
　　The Long-browed True Person noticed the Purple Yang Celestial Venerable’s boxing technique and exclaimed in surprise： “Little brat, isn’t the boxing technique used by the Purple Yang senior just…”
　　“The Thirteen Styles of Tai Chi！” Ye Qiu replied.
　　He had already seen it. The Purple Yang Celestial Venerable was using the Thirteen Styles of Tai Chi.
　　The Long-browed True Person said： “Strange, how could the Purple Yang senior know the Thirteen Styles of Tai Chi？ Also, how could the Thirteen Styles of Tai Chi have such great power in the hands of the Purple Yang senior？”
　　Ye Qiu said： “There’s nothing strange about it. Grandmaster saw me use the Thirteen Styles of Tai Chi. With his cultivation base, I’m afraid he could learn it just by taking a look.”
　　“As for the power… This is even easier to explain. When the cultivation base reaches a certain level, ordinary combat skills can also exert terrifying power.”
　　“Just like the Six Meridian Divine Sword. After I became a saint, the power of this sword technique has increased by more than ten thousand times.”
　　While they were talking, in the Great Emperor Battle Array, the duel became more and more intense.
　　“Boom！”
The Purple Yang Celestial Venerable changed his boxing technique again. He used the Tai Chi Thirteen Styles with his left hand and a kind of extremely fierce and powerful boxing technique with his right hand. Combining hardness and Youdaoplaceholder0, he created countless vision, forcing the Saint Monk of Ling Mountain to keep retreating.
　　“Pfft！”
　　Suddenly, the Purple Yang Celestial Venerable’s fist blasted open that demonic energy vortex, and the fist landed on the body of the Saint Monk of Ling Mountain, beating the Saint Monk of Ling Mountain bloody and mutilated.
　　When the Saint Monk of Ling Mountain was flying horizontally, countless bones and flesh fell off his body, extremely miserable.
　　The Purple Yang Celestial Venerable stepped across the sky, wanting to kill the Saint Monk of Ling Mountain. Unexpectedly, a strong sense of unease suddenly surged in his heart.
　　Without hesitation.
The Purple Yang Celestial Venerable quickly retreated. At this moment, I saw the Saint Monk of Ling Mountain dragging his ragged body and roaring up to the sky.
　　“Ahhh…”
　　The void was shattered and destroyed.
The next moment, an extremely terrifying aura filled the heaven and earth. Immediately after, I saw the body of the Saint Monk of Ling Mountain suddenly rise more than a hundred feet and the demonic energy was monstrous!
　　At this time, the Saint Monk of Ling Mountain was like a terrifying Demon God, striding across the long river of time and space from ancient times, shocking the world.
　　“What a powerful demonic art！”
　　The face of Ziyang Tianzun changed, and his eyes were like two divine lamps, and his arm rose up.
　　Weng！
　　The air around Ziyang Tianzun trembled for a while, and in an instant, 108,000 sword intents appeared beside him.
　　“Go！”
　　Ziyang Tianzun formed seals with both hands, and 108,000 sword intents whistled out, like dense raindrops heading towards the Holy Monk of Lingshan. In the blink of an eye, it evolved into the Vermilion Bird Sword Formation, trapping the Holy Monk of Lingshan tightly.
　　“A mere sword formation can’t trap this seat.”
　　As the Holy Monk of Lingshan spoke, murderous intent swept across the sky, and the world suddenly became dark, making people feel depressed in their hearts and minds.
　　“Destroy！”
　　The Holy Monk of Lingshan let out a low roar. In an instant, the void shook violently, and a violentsmell spread out from him. The Vermilion Bird Sword Formation immediately collapsed.
　　“Hmph！”
　　Ziyang Tianzun snorted coldly, and both hands waved at the same time. In an instant, countless sword qi appeared in the air.
　　“Five Elements Sword Formation！”
　　“Seven Stars Sword Formation！”
　　“Eight Trigrams Sword Formation！”
　　“Thunder and Fire Sword Formation！”
　　“Ten Directions Wuji Sword Formation！”
　　“Six Paths Xumi Sword Formation！”
“Zhou Tian moves the sword array!” ”
　　“……”
　　In the blink of an eye, the Purple Yang Celestial Venerable set up dozens of extremely powerful sword formations, once again trapping the Saint Monk of Ling Mountain tightly.
　　“It’s useless. With just such a sword formation, it’s impossible to trap this seat.” The Saint Monk of Ling Mountain said coldly, “Purple Yang, being able to force this seat to this extent, I admit that you have some ability, but…”
　　Clang！
Suddenly, a sword whistle like a dragon’s roar resounded, and then the void seemed to be split by a ten-thousand-zhang lightning bolt, splitting the Saint Monk of Ling Mountain open.
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