Dragon Prince Yuan

Knock!

When the silver swordball broke, the countless peak disciples in heaven and earth who looked at the place sucked in a cold breath, and the face was full of unspeakable shock.

Who would have thought that Zhou Yuan was so fierce that he directly smashed Bailiqing's sword ball into pieces!

How powerful is that?!

“How can this be...” The elite disciples of Sword Peak also stayed still, the first time they saw the Demon Sword Ball will be smashed by life.

Zhou Tai, Lu Yan, they swallowed a full sigh of spit, looking at the young figure at the height, there was a slight reverence in their eyes.

The Zhou Yuan is too strong at this time.

Countless lines of sight shifted towards the direction of Baili, when the latter, the moment the demon sword ball broke, grew pale.

Pfft!

Ultimately, his breath of blood erupted, his whole body was disturbed at this time, obviously quite traumatized, the demonic sword pill was connected to himself, now the sword pill is broken, he is naturally also affected.

“Zhou Yuan! How dare you break my sword ball?!” Blood slipped at the corner of his mouth, but Baili stared at Zhouyuan with a fissured eye, making a roar of anger.

Although he relied on external forces to build this demonic sword pill, he eventually reluctantly built it and honed it well in the future, but was able to gradually solidify it.

But now it is directly smashed by Zhou Yuan, then his previous painstaking repair, obviously, is also gone, how can this not make Baili angry.

At high altitude, Zhou Yuan's eyes looked down, staring down at Baili crystal, his eyes indifferent, when the Demon Swordball was smashed, this battle had already turned out.

Though both of them have completed the two peaks of the Xuan Xuan Qi technique, it is clear that Bailiqiu is not qualified to resist the Tai Xuan Holy Spiritual technique by relying on external forces.

After all, this seed of the Holy Spirit was painstakingly repaired by Zhou Yuan himself. Although it is only preliminary today, it is by no means a demonic sword ball of this magnitude.

“Chief Hundred Miles, do you want to quit yourself or should I do it?” Zhou Yuandao.

Baili's face changed slightly and his eyes swept across two battlefields in the distance. However, at this time, Kongsheng and Zhao Candle were caught in a fierce battle and clearly had no way to assist him here.

At this point, in his state, it is obviously no longer possible to compete with Zhou Yuan.

His eyes changed, and the next moment, he suddenly burst out at full speed, intending to avoid the circle that was in the bright light at this time, and then take the opportunity to recover the scene.

Wow.

Seeing this scene in the distance, the disciples of the various peaks are noisy and complex. At the beginning, who would have thought that Baili and Zhou Yuan would fight each other, and finally Baili would be the first to retreat.

Zhou Yuan looked at Bai Li Cheng's body and retreated, but he shook his head. His eyes were cold. “Are you still alive? ”

He stamped his foot and his figure also became a ray of light.

The Holy Spirit light shadow also dived down at this time, overshadowed by the circumferential body, one flashing, appeared like a ghost above a hundred miles of crystal.

Zhou Yuan had no expression on his face and slapped him hard.

This clap, combined with the power of the hero and the veil of the Holy Spirit's phantom, under one hand, even the void emitted a low voice, as if it were violently shaken.

“Ah!”

Hundreds of miles of roaring sound, unreserved outbursts of gas in the body, struggling to resist.

Boom!

Yet Zhou Yuan's clap was stronger than his state could resist at this time, whistling down, and the silver source collapsed.

Boom!

Zhou Yuan's palm print, a few breaths later, the fierce imprint on the hundred crystal chest.

Pfft!

A breath of blood erupted almost simultaneously from a hundred crystal mouths, and the next moment, his figure fell like a shell, slamming hard over the sea.

Boom!

The entire range of sea surfaces collapsed at this time, forming an immense pit.

And Bailey's figure is lying in the deepest part of the cave.

“What, but maybe...”

His pupils were wide open and his shirt was shattered, and he struggled to reach out and grab them against the empty circumference, but eventually he could only drop powerlessly.

Until this moment, he couldn't believe that he actually lost to Zhou Yuan.

The one he always looked down on, and eventually, he was stronger than he thought.

Bai Li Cheu's mind swept past the many images of the two previous conversations, and only then did Bai Li realize how ridiculous and ridiculous his previous arrogance and gaze were.

After a while, the sea water gradually came together, and a light rose from it and rolled up the shadow of a hundred crystals, which was thrown out of the source pool.

Silence between the heavens and the earth.

The disciples of the peaks looked at the scene, and they looked at the young figure standing on the void. At this moment, the battle between the two chiefs of Sword Ray Peak and Saint Yuan Peak was undoubtedly completely divided into victories and losses.

It's just that, unexpectedly… no one thought that standing at the end of the day would be the Zhou Yuan.

In the eyes of the disciples of the peaks, reverence passed. In the past, they felt that the Zhou Yuan provoked Baili, which was a self-evident expansion, but the end result made them understand.

It's not that Zhou Yuan doesn't know himself, it's that their eyes are too shallow.

Of course, it may also be said that this new head of Saint Yuan Peak is really a bit unpredictable...

But anyway, after this two-peak chief fight, I'm afraid no one will feel that Zhou Yuan, the chief position of the Sun Yuan Peak, will appear to be slightly untrue compared to that of the other peaks...

……

Outside the source pool.

At the moment when Baili was rolled out of the pool of origin, except for the Lord of Ling Jun Feng, Qingyang Palace Teacher and several other peak owners, his eyes were all slightly gazed.

“Afterlife is daunting.” Teacher Qingyang exclaimed.

“This week's Tai Xuan Holy Spirituality, the bottom is obviously more solid than Baili's Shaking Swordsmanship, seems to have worked hard.” The Lord of Ripple Peak obliquely swept a glance at the Lord of Ripple Peak, and exclaimed.

Faced with this situation, even the spiritual peak master's heart, the face is a bit ugly, the voice is low: “To talk about the understanding of the seven techniques of Xuan Xuan, I'm afraid Xuan Xuan Zong should be the best. ”

“This week Yuan can be preliminarily cultivated into Tai Xuan Holy Spiritual Art, inevitably cannot be separated from Xuan Lao's point of view, otherwise how can it be done with him? ”

Teacher Qingyang waved his hand, “Please use Xuan's old finger, that's what this little guy is capable of. ”

Seeing Teacher Qingyang say this, the Lord of Ling Jun Feng can only say more, but that color is not good at all.

“In this source pool, Sword Ray Peak competes with Saint Yuan Peak, which is a result, but this can no longer be done. Sword Ray Peak deserves some resentment because of previous failures, but it must also be stopped.” Teacher Qingyang looked at the Lord of the Spiritual Peak. Although his face was as gentle as ever, that speech was more than a warning.

In the face of the raging anger of the Sword Peak, Qingyang Palace Teaching is not easy to forcibly suppress, so the action of Sword Peak in the Source Pool was acquiesced to, trying to let the disciples of Sword Peak dissipate their grievances.

But no one thought that this eventual sword peak, instead of dispelling resentment, was raw and suppressed by the formation of hundreds of disciples in the district of St. Yuan Peak.

Even the chief of the Blade Peak is now defeated.

In this way, instead of giving the sword a chance to peak, they themselves do not compete.

As the owner of a family, Qingyang Church naturally will not allow the sword to come to the peak again and again to deliberately suppress Holy Source Peak, so that it seems too unfair.

Spiritual Peak owner said that although his mind was a little bored, he could only nod.

Not far away, the elders Shen Taiyuan and Lu Song were still immersed in the shock caused by Zhou Yuan's defeat of Bailiqiu. It was only after half a while that they gradually came back to their senses.

“Old man, you really took a baby...” Lu Song sighed enviously.

Who would have guessed that the Zhou Yuan could have been able to build Tai Xuan Holy Spiritual Art in just two months, this hand was hidden too deep.

Shen Taiyuan stroked his beard and tried to be more steady, but eventually laughed too hard because he knew that when the Zhou Yuan defeated Baili, this Source Pool Festival, they had become winners at Saint Yuan Peak.

This war will make other peaks no longer despise them in the slightest. In the future, they will also receive more cultivation resources, gradually rise, and eventually become truly the seventh peak of the Ao Xuanzong Zong.

Shen Taiyuan looked at the young figure in the source pool and his eyes revealed with comfort.

Because he knows that Holy Source Peak is able to slowly go from the kind of disappointment a year ago to this point. In fact, it is not he who is the master of the current generation of peaks, but this little guy called Zhou Yuan...

At this moment, Shen Taiyuan was extremely happy. When he first met the teenager who had passed the Grand Prix of the Chosen Mountain, he was irreversible and pushed by the people to bring him under the door and give him the greatest support.

And the support he invested in, for the moment, was clearly more rewarding than he could have imagined.

The teenager, who was not well liked by many people, is now gradually becoming the wind and cloud figure among the disciples of the Qianxuan sect, even... Shen Taiyuan concealed the feeling that in the future, maybe they will all sound in this blue sky again because of this teenager...

Just like that year.

Ao Xuan Ancestor, sit in the town of Saint Yuan Peak.