In the middle of the underwater city, there is a huge sea palace, and countless guards surrounded the palace at this time.

At the gate of the palace, a middle-aged man in green robe stood at the door with his hands behind his back, proudly standing.

"Long San, old friends come and see you, come out to greet me!"

The voice is not loud, even gentle, but it is extremely domineering.

A moment later, an old man wearing white dragon armor walked out of the palace. He looked about fifty years old and had two dragon horns standing on his head, majestic.

"He Qingfeng, what are you doing?" the old man pointed at the man in green robe and said angrily.

"Who are you?"

"I am currently the lord of the Dragon Palace, Long Thirty-three."

"The Beihai Dragon Palace is really worse than the previous generation. A guy who has just reached the peak of Mahayana can also be the palace master." He Qingfeng's voice was full of contempt, and then he continued: "I'll call Long San to come out, you are not qualified to talk to me."

"I'm so arrogant that I want to see the ancestor, so I can pass this level first..."

Before he finished speaking, He Qingfeng slapped out his right palm and shot a lightsword.

The sea water did not affect the speed of the sword at all, and there was not even water waves, which shows how fast the sword was.

Long Sanshisan had an extra black hammer on his right hand and smashed it hard towards the lightsaber. He heard a dinging sound. He felt a powerful force coming, and he retreated, retreating seven or eight meters in a row before he stopped.

Long Sanshisan's face changed drastically. He looked at his black hammer, which had a tiny hole on it, and almost shot through it.

"Don't embarrass you, let Long San come out!" He Qingfeng snorted coldly.

"The ancestor is in seclusion, not here."

"Long San, come out for me."

He Qingfeng roared.

The sound was filled with extremely terrifying sound waves, and the entire seabed seemed to boil in an instant.

The surrounding palaces collapsed one after another, and the weak shrimp soldiers and crab generals screamed, either dead or injured, and retreated one after another.

Just one sound wave power almost destroys the entire palace.

Ye Xiong wanted to use his spiritual sense to spy on the other party's cultivation level, but in the end he gave up. This person is not weak, and he is afraid of being discovered when he spy on.

Countless monks escaped from the sea, including He Qingfeng and Long Thirty-san.

"Who dares to come to my Dragon Palace to play wild?"

A sound like a dragon roar came from the sea.

The next moment.

A golden dragon rushed out from the bottom of the sea, hovered in the air, and turned into an old man with a 70-80-year-old appearance and a white-haired head.

The old man is short and fat, with a curved horn on his head, and I don’t know how many tens of thousands of years it has existed.

"Long San, you finally figured it out. I thought you didn't dare to come out!" He Qingfeng snorted coldly.

"He Qingfeng, what are you here to do?" Beihai Dragon Ancestor pointed at him and said angrily.

"I'm here to get the Huangquan jade. Do you hand it over it yourself or I'll grab it?" He Qingfeng smiled faintly.

Ye Xiong felt a little nervous. He actually came for Huang Quanyu.

Fortunately, there is no one here who is a half-step tribulation powerhouse, so he is still a little confident.

"He Qingfeng, do you think you can escape the pursuit of His Highness the Emperor by getting Huangquan Jade? You are too naive. As long as you join Lin Zhongsheng's organization for a day, even if you escape to the ends of the world, you can't escape." Long San snorted coldly.

"Is it life or death, it's my own business, I'll ask you, Huang Quanyu, whether to give it or not?"

"I don't want jade, but I have one to die."

"Then I'll take your life first."

He Qingfeng shone with light, and a palm slapped out. A Tai Chi Bagua Palm Seal turned and attacked the Dragon Three, and the terrifying force thrust the wind and thunder.

The whole sky seemed to be about to crack.

The people around retreated one after another, hiding as far as they could, leaving room for the two to fight.

"He Qingfeng, today you either die, or I die."

Dragon San transformed into a golden dragon, soared into the sky, and rushed straight into the sky, trying to pull the battlefield away.

Both of them are at the peak of Mahayana. If they fight here, the entire Beikun Star will be destroyed, let alone the Dragon Palace.

There were some curious monks around, and they followed them to watch the battle, but they were all lost and the two disappeared in an instant.

Only a very small number of people can keep up with the whereabouts of the two, including Ye Xiong.

Ye Xiong was fleeing when he suddenly frowned.

He has been tracking with his wise eyes. Under his wise eyes, in addition to He Qingfeng and Long San, there is also a petite white shadow.

He could only tell that this person was a woman and his strength was not inferior to the two in front.

When he arrived at the depths of the universe, Long San stopped, then transformed into a human form, and began to fight He Qingfeng.

For a moment, the space shattered, the sky cried, and the power of the law burst out four times.

He Qingfeng Taoist Sect’s magical powers are very powerful, with continuous magical powers, all of which are against the heavens.

Although Long San has few magical powers, his body is very strong. Some magical powers against the sky fall on him, and as long as they do not attack head-on, they will not be injured. He is worthy of being the most powerful dragon clan among the beast clan, and he has an indestructible body.

For a moment, the two of them fought hard and could not match them.

Ye Xiong hid among the clouds and mist, hiding his traces, while looking at the mysterious woman in white.

Suddenly, he found that the trace of the woman in white was gone. While searching, a huge sword path suddenly fell from the sky.

"Come on the name, otherwise you will die."

As the word "death" fell, a sword net fell from the head.

Ye Xiong was extremely angry. This woman was too cruel to attack. She didn't know that the other party was so serious. If she was not the opponent, wouldn't it be hurt?

"I am your father."

Ye Xiong got married, and his right hand condensed the magic sword, and then he cut out more than a dozen storm swordsmanship, destroying the opponent's swordsmanship.

Only then did he see the other person's appearance clearly.

A very beautiful woman with no flaws on her face and a very good temperament.

His fingers are like jade onions, his hair is like snow, and his waist is like a willow. Except for the arrogant expression on his face that looks like frost, everything else is perfect.

Unfortunately, Ye Xiong didn't think it was too amazing when he saw that there were so many beautiful women.

"You are looking for death, and you have a sword for life."

The woman in white held the hilt of the sword in both hands, raised her hands above her head, and her spiritual consciousness locked on Ye Xiong and slashed with one sword.

It was like a sword that opened the sky and slashed the earth, and the entire universe seemed to be split in half.

"Seventh Princess, OK."

In the distance, Long San, who was fighting, cheered loudly.

"Boy, that is the first sword of the Thirteen Swords of Fusheng created by Lin Pingsheng. Its power is doubled. Don't fight hard and hide."

The enemy of the enemy is a friend. He Qingfeng knows this very well, so he immediately gave a reminder.

hide?

Just a peak in Mahayana, I want me to hide?

It's so ridiculous!

Ye Xiong immediately performed the fifth level of Buddha and Demon inheritance in "Buddha Demonic Art".

Inheritance, that is, division, and the power of vital energy splitting is more than doubled.

The next moment, he had a huge demonic energy on his body, stabilizing his body, and at the same time, a shocking move was hidden in the demonic energy.

The third form of "The Cluster of Buddha and Demon", Buddha is originally a demon.

boom!

In a shocking explosion, the swordsman directly bombarded the demonic energy into the explosion center.

The powerful shock wave makes the space turbulent.

"It's over." Lin Xueshuang murmured.

Not to mention a late-stage Mahayana monk, even if he is at the peak of Mahayana, he will only have a dead end to block the sword of Fusheng.

"Why is this kid lacking in stubbornness?" He Qingfeng cursed and was about to escape.

A cold snorted in the middle of a sudden explosion.

"Why do I think it's just starting?"

The explosion waves dissipated, and a figure slowly walked out of the black fog. Not to mention being injured, even his hair was not messed up.

"How is this... possible?" Lin Xueshuang blurted out.
To be continued...