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"Do you dare to fight against Liu Yi? Your words are useless! " Dong Fang Wuxue looked at Song Ye with a mocking expression.

"If you want to die, then come and fight me. I don't mind wiping you for Swallow Dock." As soon as Song Ye stepped out of Full Moon City, Liu Yi followed closely behind him.

There was going to be a good show to watch, so no one would miss it. The people here all had good cultivations, so of course they could follow. When they arrived, Liu Yi and Song Ye had already started fighting.

Song Ye wanted to end the battle quickly. As soon as he started, he shot a huge handprint at Liu Yi's face. Liu Yi turned his hands and the force was instantly dissipated by him. His clan's old man had told him that their battle tactics were the most powerful in the world. Apart from the royal battle tactics, they had never lost a fight between two experts of the same level, and once he left the sect, he had beat a king level expert into smithereens. His confidence had soared, and in the past year, no one in his generation had been able to take ten of his moves. Until tonight, he had met Mo Xue Luan, a female expert who had slaughtered kings. He believed that the other party had the qualifications to fight him, but it had attracted the ridicule of Liu Yi and Dong Fang Wuxue.

"An early Ninth Order dares to fight with me, this is simply courting death!" Song Ye sneered in his heart and charged towards Liu Yi. He wanted to fight physically with him. Liu Yi turned his right hand into a fist and punched towards the two hands. The fist and palm collided and the force exploded, causing the ground to tremble.

Liu Yi's right foot slightly bent and his knee pressed against Song Ye's ankle. Liu Yi blocked twice with his left hand extended out and the two of them flew high into the sky with their fists and feet clashing together. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had already clashed against each other for no less than fifty times.

"Doesn't that Song guy know that Lu Sheng cultivates martial arts? He actually competed with Liu Yi in physical martial arts." Dong Fang Wu Xue said with a cold smile.

"Song Ye is also a martial artist!" After that, she remained silent. Cultivators of the martial way would usually re-cultivate their physical body, and the strength of the physical body would be known to be stronger than the spirit cultivators of the same level.

The two people in the air punched and kicked non-stop until they clashed a hundred times with each other before retreating. Song Ye's left cheek slightly swelled up, it was a punch from Liu Yi, and if he didn't block it quickly, half of his face would have been shattered. He looked at his slightly swollen arm and shook his head: "That's impossible, he's only at the ninth stage!"

Kill!" Liu Yi wasn't good-looking either. His long hair was in disarray, especially after he was punched in the left shoulder. Liu Yi roared and formed a hand seal. With a wave of his right hand, a ray of saber light gathered in the air and slashed at Song Ye's waist. Song Ye hurriedly moved to the side for three miles to avoid the fate of being cut in half.

Ah!" The reason why he left the city was to defeat Liu Yi and to fight with Mo Xue Luan in the battlefield. How could he know that such a situation would occur? His hands were wide open and his shirt was directly blown apart, exposing his abdominal muscles, the veins on his arms were pulsing, no one could have imagined that Song Ye's not very tall and sturdy body would have such a sense of strength.

"You can go to my hometown and be a bodybuilding coach!" Song Ye also threw a punch, and the shadows of his fist criss-crossed as well. A huge light wave spread out from the sky, but it was also lost in midair. If it was on the ground, when this light wave swept past, there would be nothing left within five kilometers.

"To become a demon on the spot!" Song Ye roared out loud. His body suddenly rose six feet into the air. His hair stood on end and his muscles bulged. Just his arm was thicker than Liu Yi's thigh.

"He's the descendant of the Berserker Dao!" Upon seeing Song Ye demonize, Dong Fang Wuxue cried out in alarm and revealed the origin of the other party.

"Mad Warring Daos?" Everyone looked at Dongfang Wuxue in confusion. He bitterly smiled, "No wonder he was so arrogant, daring to boast so shamelessly that he feared no one other than Qin Shuang and the younger generation."

He fought like a madman. Just by listening to his name, one could tell that this was a crazy dao way to fight and enter the dao. He fought like a madman, fighting like a madman. "Cultivating the Demonic Sealing God Technique would only increase one's fighting prowess once one transformed into a demon. If one became a god, then he or she would be invincible.

Not many people had heard of this dao before, but a hundred thousand years ago, there was definitely no one who didn't know of it. In that distant era, there was a phrase that described it: Gods, Demons, and Demons are all invincible in this world. One could imagine how terrifying their Tao techniques were. In that era, the path of battle was unstoppable throughout the world. Even the top cultivators from back then had to retreat. Unfortunately, they had met Qin Wulang. The Battle Emperor within the clan was no match for Qin Wulong, and because he was killed, his path of battle had been uprooted by Qin Wulang, and he had completely disappeared from the world of cultivation.

"I thought that Battle Crazed Dao had disappeared, but who would have thought that it would appear again!" Dongfang Wuxue shook his head and said. Everyone's expression was not good, a Taoist who had disappeared for a hundred thousand years had appeared again, especially a Taoist who had been personally destroyed by the Ancestor. This was not a good thing.

Liu Yi wasn't even as tall as Song Ye's waist right now. He sneered, "Do you think you're strong just because you've grown taller?" He jumped up and punched Song Ye in the face. Song Ye opened his mouth wide and stretched out his hand to grab Liu Yi's fist. All the light rays disappeared from his hand and Song Ye's hand bent like it was breaking Liu Yi's wrist.

Liu Yi immediately pushed out, and like a fish, he broke free. However, he was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. If it wasn't for the Star Travelling Steps, his arm would have been crippled.

"Hee hee …" If this kick was true, Liu Yi's head would be like a fried dough twist. Liu Yi waved his hands and an arc of light enveloped him. Song Ye only felt that he was lifted up onto a huge cotton ball and was guided by Liu Yi's power for a mile.

"You are really not an ordinary ninth stage cultivator!" He knew that he had underestimated the seemingly weak and fair young man. Not only was his body as tough as that of a False King, but his fighting style was also extremely strange, and he was as slippery as a loach. He had almost hit Liu Yi a few times, but somehow, Liu Yi had lost his strength.

"But you are still nothing!" Liu Yi ridiculed him. This guy had mocked and ridiculed him from the start. Could it be that he wanted to show him his face?

"I hope you can remain so unyielding when you're lying on the ground!" Without fear, Liu Yi circulated the [Heaven's Development Technique], both hands held up the [Moon Seizing Art], and with a single pull, he shattered the shadow. Liu Yi raised his head, looked at the palm print in front of him, and coughed out a mouthful of pus and blood.