Chapter 192

Chen Luoyang looked calm, looking at the sea in the distance.

On the surface, he seemed to be doing nothing, but in fact, he felt his own situation again and made the final preparations before the decisive battle.

There is still a final gap in physical condition and recovery.

However, he could already vaguely feel that his own strength gradually began to break through the limit of the thirteenth realm, and was about to reappear at the level of the fourteenth realm.

The real strength of the fourteenth level is the two styles of "Zhu Rong" prepared in my left and right arms.

The current physical state can already adapt to the existence of these two moves of "Zhu Rong", and it will not affect my other unique skills.

I have already memorized Yu Wenfeng's martial arts characteristics by heart.

The information provided in the black pot revealed the flaws and flaws in the opponent's martial arts one by one, and put them in front of Chen Luoyang.

However, realistically speaking, there are not many points available.

It's not that Yu Wenfeng has no flaws at all, but the flaws in his martial arts are very small compared to opponents of the same level.

Just like the previous Sword Emperor Wang Jian.

It's not that there are no flaws, but that the flaws are very small, and it is difficult for opponents of the same level to grasp this flaw.

Flaws and vulnerabilities are fleeting, and opportunities are often only fleeting.

If you can't catch it and the opponent changes, but you still go forward, it is tantamount to sending yourself to the opponent's sword and giving the opponent a loophole.

A flaw as obvious as Heidi Xiuzhe's was at the beginning, after all, it is a very small number of special cases among masters at the Emperor Wu level.

It was Yuwenfeng, Wang Jian and the others, and if they wanted to catch their flaws, they had to seize the opportunity carefully.

And once you make a move, you must completely overthrow the opponent, and don't give the opponent a chance to change his tactics to make up for it.

Just like how he dealt with Sword Emperor Wang Jian in the battle of Nanyun Mountain that day.

Chen Luoyang kept thinking.

It's no better than talking about tricks and tricks. In actual combat, the situation changes in an instant. It's useless to know where the opponent's weaknesses are, but you need to know how to seize them.

To a certain extent, he would like to thank Yuwenfeng for the long stone he sent back then.

The above eleven words are equivalent to demonstrating the first eleven moves of his Yanhuang Twelve Calamities.

While recalling, Chen Luoyang compared the information in the black pot, looking at the light and shadow images that pointed out the opponent's flaws, and compared the two, he became more and more aware of the situation.

After going through all this in his mind again, Chen Luoyang began to relax.

He glanced down from the corner of his eye, looking at the position of his heart on his chest.

I did a little experiment before, although it is not perfect, but it should have a chance to come in handy.

Chen Luoyang let out a soft breath.

He looked back at the distant sea.

After watching for a while, my heart suddenly moved slightly.

In the sea, there seemed to be something faintly attracting him.

At first, Chen Luoyang thought that he paid too much attention to the fight with Yu Wenfeng, the emperor of the sword, so that his mood was unstable and he was in a trance.

But he calmed down and carefully felt the looming air current between the sky and the earth, and he confirmed that he was not an illusion before.

In the sea, there is indeed something that is attracting him.

…… Or, to attract something in him?

That black pot, that mirror, or that rusty bronze sword?

Chen Luoyang was amazed.

However, this feeling seems to be there, ups and downs, and unstable, making it difficult for him to grasp the specific location of the other party. He can only roughly estimate that it is not near the seashore, but in the deep sea far away.

What made Chen Luoyang more concerned was that he seemed to feel a burst of vitality from it, which made him feel comfortable physically and mentally.

He intends to test Yanlong and go deep into the sea to explore.

But that idea was quickly dismissed.

Because in the distant sky, there was an eagle cry.

Accompanied by the eagle's cry, a small black dot rose quickly on the horizon, and then quickly approached, the black dot also changed from small to large, revealing the true face of the giant eagle.

Above the giant eagle's head, there was only one figure.

It is the patriarch of the foreign race, the sword emperor Yu Wenfeng.

After one person and one eagle approached, the giant eagle spread its wings and hovered in mid-air. The two wings appeared to cover the sky and the sun for a while.

From the fiery red auspicious clouds under Chen Luoyang's feet, there was a dragon's chant piercing the sky.

The flaming sea of ​​clouds tumbling, seemed to be on fire, turning into a sea of ​​fire in the sky.

The huge real dragon with a body length of more than 200 meters undulates in the sea of ​​fire, and the dragon sees its head but does not see its end.

In mid-air, the giant eagle at the foot of Sword Emperor Yuwen Peak let out a long cry.

A pair of eagle eyes were full of fear.

Although this eagle is a strange number in the world, it can be encountered but not sought after. It can almost be called the king of raptors in the vast land of China.

But in front of the real Dragon Clan, this giant eagle is still weak.

One eagle and one dragon, there is already a gap in strength between the two sides.

The former is equivalent to a strong man in the twelfth realm of martial arts, and he can already be proud of himself.

But the latter is equivalent to Emperor Wu of the thirteenth realm of martial arts.

The difference between the two sides cannot be counted.

However, the dragon blood is born with the majesty to deter other living beings.

Therefore, when there is a gap in strength between the two sides, the suppression formed is particularly obvious.

If it weren't for the Yuwen Peak above the giant eagle's head to help it block the influence of Longwei, the current situation of this giant eagle would probably be even worse.

Seeing this, Yu Wenfeng, the sword emperor, burst out laughing.

He tapped the giant eagle lightly with his toes: "Thank you."

The giant eagle uttered another long cry, as if to indicate that he didn't take it seriously.

But its nervousness and fear in the face of Yanlong can be said to be beyond words, and it is difficult to conceal.

Yu Wenfeng looked up at the fiery red dragon Wei Xiangyun at Chen Luoyang's feet, and praised, "It's really good."

He looked at Chen Luoyang and smiled, "I like this trophy very much."

Chen Luoyang was not angry when he heard the words, but said lightly, "I hope your knife is as sharp as your mouth."

Yu Wenfeng glanced at him, shook his head and laughed: "Don't be so nervous, for you and me, verbal confrontation is not very effective. I have never thought of this aspect. I just say what comes to mind. You got it from Li Yuanlong. This Flame Dragon is indeed very good, and I also like it."

He laughed and said: "Winning this dragon from you is more satisfying than getting it from Li Yuanlong.

Just as I am very happy to see you change the name of Yu Jingcheng.

For me, how could it be easier to break through the city of Yujing than to break through the city of Luoyang? "

"From your brother Xiuzhe, Wang Jian, Li Yuanlong and others, I have heard words similar to yours many times." Chen Luoyang put his hands behind his back and said lightly: "This seat has summed up an experience. , the more intense the rhetoric, the more powerful the owner, which is disappointing."

He looked at Yu Wenfeng, the Emperor of the Sword, and said flatly: "In order to avoid being disappointed again, in the eyes of this seat, you are just the same level as Xiu Zhe, Wang Jian, and Li Yuanlong. I sincerely hope that your subordinates Come up with some real skills to surprise me."

The Sword Emperor looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Then what are you waiting for, let's start!"

After saying that, he left the top of the giant eagle, stepped on the void, walked in the sky, and walked to the deep sea far away.

His loud laughter spread far away, and the surrounding world seemed to be agitating "Let's start", which officially kicked off the decisive battle between the Demon Emperor and the Sword Emperor.

Chen Luoyang didn't change his face, and also stepped forward, away from Yan Long's head.

Yan Long let out a roar.

"Stay here, I will come back as soon as I go." Chen Luoyang looked into Yan Long's eyes with his eyes.

The black light in his eyes turned into dark gold at this moment.

When he met the demon god-like gaze, Yan Long let out a low growl, and lowered his huge head.

Su Ye was not by his side, nor were other Demon Cult masters by his side.

Chen Luoyang was going to fight Yuwenfeng.

Yanlong suddenly realized that he seemed to have a chance to regain his freedom.

The proud nature of the Dragon Clan makes it unwilling to be someone else's mount.

It's fine if there is no chance, now that there is a chance, its mind suddenly becomes alive, and the idea of ​​running away is born again.

But facing those eyes that flashed with dark golden light, Yan Long suddenly felt a little weak in his body.

It seems that there is a premonition that no matter how you escape, you will be caught by the other party, and you will feel cramped.

This trembling rooted deep in his heart forced Yan Long to give up the idea of ​​running away.

It feels shameful, but it can't do anything about it.

Chen Luoyang nodded, patted the dragon's horns, and then walked towards the deep sea in the distance...

The news of the official start of the decisive battle between the two emperors spread throughout the world.

On the Ancient God Peak of the Demon Cult's main altar, the rumors were naturally heard.

The disciples of the devil's sect who stayed behind talked a lot.

But there is always only one core idea.

The leader of his own family will definitely defeat the Emperor of Swords, and then lead the Divine Cult to sweep the world and swallow China with anger.

"Foreigner bastard, it's useless. What Heidi did was in vain. It's just a dying struggle. When the leader returns to the Middle Earth, it's just a matter of flipping his hands!" A demon disciple said loudly.

The people next to him echoed.

The news just came back from the north that Su Ye, the first "ghost dragon" in Xuanwu, successfully broke through the bottleneck and became the youngest Martial Emperor in the history of Shenzhou Haotu after the Demon Emperor.

Although he is a bit unreliable, his hard power is there, and his brother Su Wei reminded him that after Su Ye left the customs, he would use him as an arrow to beat the aliens so hard that the Demon Cult could not lift their heads.

Some unexpected, but it seems reasonable.

The alien king Zuoxian and the black emperor Xiuzhe appeared.

He was still seriously injured, not to mention Su Ye, even if he faced a King Wu, he might not be able to do anything to him.

But he has other means.

Firstly, after Qian Chaoshan's defeat, Xiuzhe gradually made up for his own loopholes in martial arts, so that he no longer feared the flames and yangyan.

Second, we must finally let go of self-restraint, and let the black death be poisoned endlessly.

He didn't intend to confront Su Ye head-on at all.

But with the idea of ​​mutual explosion.

If you kill our people, I will kill yours too.

The high-level warriors had nothing to do, but the middle and low-level warriors and ordinary civilians had no way to resist.

Compared with the speed and efficiency of slaughtering the weak, the Black Death Book can be called the best in China.

Regarding this somewhat rogue method, the senior management of the Demon Cult had no choice but to ask Su Ye to hold off on the attack, and gradually fell into a confrontation with the foreign race.

When the news spread back to the main altar, the disciples of the Devil's Cult were naturally outraged.

Everyone's attention is on the East China Sea and the north.

No one noticed that a figure quietly entered Zhu Rong's burning sky formation.

He quietly looked at the magma below.

The flames reflected the huge mask on his face, which was extremely ferocious.

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