Just when Yang Gang's Zuowang sword was about to strike Song Youque's heart.
Under the spotlight.
His figure suddenly grew exponentially, turning into a giant more than ten feet tall in the blink of an eye.
Like an ancient giant!
At the same time, he raised the Supreme Heavenly Sword in his hand, and the broad bronze sword bloomed with a brilliant rainbow-like light that was ten feet long.
This is...his third sword, Titan?
No!
In an instant.
Song Youque's whole body glowed with light, and a hundred-foot shadow condensed on his body. The dark bronze light connected with the Supreme Heavenly Sword in his hand. Towering and majestic, an ancient and vast atmosphere blows in your face.
A divine power that seemed to come from ancient times rushed towards us and overwhelmed the world!
this moment.
Yang Gang felt that the person standing in front of him was not Song Youque, but a god from ancient times.
An ancient giant with inviolable divine power!
The blood-drinking magic knife in his hand moved slower and slower, making an unwilling "buzzing" tremor. The charm of sitting and forgetting on the blade, which was born from the heart-breaking determination of love, slowly dissipated little by little.
"Kamiwei!"
Song Youque's ancient-looking shadow of a hundred-foot giant god suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes projected two bronze divine lights.
The majestic power of Huanghuang, like the majesty of heaven and earth, instantly shocked Yang Gang's body on the spot, making him almost unable to move.
Immediately afterwards.
The phantom of the giant god raised the hundred-foot-long divine sword in his hand and slashed hard at his tiny figure.
The hundred-foot-long divine sword shines brightly, as if a mountain is pressing down on it.
Arrogant and domineering!
"ah--"
Yang Gang's muscles were tense all over, and the power of the Hundred Tribulations Demon God's golden body, nine dragons and nine elephants surged wildly. He felt a great danger, as if a heavenly disaster was imminent.
"Broken!" He suddenly looked up to the sky and roared.
The arm holding the Blood-Drinking Demonic Knife is like pulling a thousand-pound stone mill, moving forward unswervingly inch by inch.
Heading towards the Baizhang Divine Sword above his head.
"boom--"
The two peerless swords collided suddenly, and the light drowned everything.
Above the sky, it was like a meteor falling to the earth in an instant, exploding thousands of dazzling lights.
Turbulence surges.
The wind is violent.
A broken body fell from the sky like a kite with broken strings.
Yang Gang looked at the huge and powerful shadow in the sky.
I sighed softly in my heart.
After all, the Blood-Drinking Demonic Sword is no match for the Supreme Heavenly Sword of the Giant God Clan!
This magic sword, like the Black Demon Tribulation Eye of the Snow Mountain Old Demon, is already an almost fairyland treasure in the human world. However, facing the giant god clan's supreme heavenly sword that has been passed down through the ages... the other party is even better after all.
It was a fairyland treasure that had completely transcended the human world and reached the end of the earth.
Zuowang's sword is no match for the divine power of the Supreme Heavenly Sword, no injustice!
It would be great if I were in the realm of Yuanshen...
"Failed?"
"Actually...defeated?"
"Divine power! This is the ancient divine power contained in the supreme heavenly sword of the giant gods!"
"I was actually trained by the Heavenly Sword into an unparalleled sword technique!"
Everyone was shocked.
"impossible!"
In front of Sifang City, Zhao Ling bit his lips. She didn't believe that Yang Gang would... lose like this!
Above the sky.
Song Youque breathed out slowly.
Looking at the falling Yang Gang below, he said calmly: "In thirty years, you have used your own strength to reach this step again. It is already amazing..."
"It's a pity that I also broke through in that battle thirty years ago."
"This sword is called Shenwei. It is what I have prepared for your Zuowang sword after thirty years of study." He stared at Yang Gang's falling figure, a trace of regret flashing in his eyes.
"Zhen Gang fighting Yuanshen is just an extravagant hope. In this battle, you will lose in the end..."
"Really? I lost?"
Yang Gang's voice seemed calmer than Song Youque's.
The falling figure stopped little by little.
then.
Suddenly lifted into the air.
It landed on the same level as Song Youque's powerful body of a hundred feet.
He moved his body easily, smoothed away the scattered hair on his forehead, and said slowly: "Why do I feel... your knife is nothing more than this?"
What!
Song Youque was shocked.
His eyes were fixed on Yang Gang's body.
Except for his clothes being scattered and his strong chest exposed, he was actually... unscathed?
"How can it be?"
"Your physique..." He frowned and looked at Yang Gang's Golden Body of the Hundred Tribulations Demon God, and felt the surging energy and blood, which seemed to be endless. Looking at him, it seemed as if he was seeing a certain ancient demon god in the ancient scenes in the Supreme Heavenly Sword!
"The golden body of the Nine Dragons and Nine Elephants Demon God!" Song Youque's eyes suddenly opened, and he said a little awkwardly.
"right."
Yang Gang nodded lightly and did not deny it.
His extremely strong physique gave him the confidence to defeat the Heavenly Sword Song Youque in this battle!
"Next, it's my turn!"
Then, he raised the Blood-Drinking Demonic Knife.
"Try the sword I just learned, Fentian's fifth sword - Dragon Elephant."
Roar--
Suddenly wind and clouds gathered in the sky.
Yang Gang suddenly looked like lightning and leaped high into the sky. When the sword was slashed out, it actually made a roar like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring.
He clenched his hand with the Blood-Drinking Demonic Knife, like a Kunlun Mountain that was getting taller and taller, slashing at the shadow of a hundred-foot-long giant god.
"This knife..."
Song Youque was horrified.
He intuitively felt the huge threat contained in this knife.
He raised his sword in an instant, tried his best, and once again slashed out a brilliant divine light. Following his movements, the 100-foot-high divine power phantom above his head also made the same movements.
The Baizhang Divine Sword came towards him, and an ancient divine power was like a sacred mountain, pressing on Yang Gang.
Yang Gang's eyes were as calm as water, and the Gang Qi light on the surface of his body completely converged.
The endless love-killing true power poured into the body at this moment, blessing the golden body of the Hundred Tribulation Demon God with the power of the Nine Dragons and Nine Elephants. Incomparably terrifying power, holding the evil and pure black blood-drinking magic knife.
There is no splendor, no strange appearance.
Facing that brilliant and arrogant hundred-foot-long divine sword, he slashed it down without flinching.
The two unparalleled masters of swordsmanship, at this moment, finally struck out the most powerful sword in their lives.
In silence.
The extremely condensed Blood Drinking Demon Sword, bit by bit, inch by inch... the extremely powerful power was sublimated to the extreme, and it could easily break through the edge of the hundred-foot illusory magic sword.
Little by little, inch by inch... rush forward.
"Impossible!" A look of disbelief flashed in Song Youque's eyes.
With a sudden roar, the power in his body poured into the Supreme Heavenly Sword in his hand crazily.
However, he still couldn't stop the seemingly small but extremely powerful magic sword.
"impossible……"
"Is this... the power of the ancient demon god's golden body? Nine Dragons and Nine Elephants... your... fifth sword?"
He couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
He watched helplessly as the Blood-Drinking Demonic Sword broke through the Baizhang Divine Sword. Without any pause, he slashed through the head of the phantom of the giant god.
The splendid brilliance, the true power condensed to the extreme, suddenly erupted at this moment, extremely dazzling, completely illuminating the sky above the entire Sifang City, and even the sun in the sky could not compete with it.
this moment.
Everyone was stunned, speechless, and unable to make a sound.
Until the light dissipates.
Song Youque stood there blankly, looking at Yang Gang who was holding the Blood Drinking Demon Sword in front of him.
The phantom of the hundred-foot giant god above his head turned into golden light bit by bit, drifting away in the wind.
He lowered his head and looked at the Supreme Heavenly Sword in his hand, as if all his energy had been cut through by the sword, and his world-dominating aura was gradually weakening.
With a confused look on his face: "I...lost?"
"You lost."
Yang Gang nodded slightly.
Looking at the depressed Song Youque, a feeling of joy welled up in his heart.
Finally, win!
It’s not easy!
"Yeah...I lost."
"I... finally lost." Song Youque's deep voice seemed to be full of endless shortcomings, as if full of shortcomings that could not be washed away in a lifetime...
Because of his life.
From birth, it is destined to be full of shortcomings!
