Fighting the Supreme Realm

Jin Dongming's aura spread out and he glanced at Long Biao.

"Let's take action together."

Jin Dongming drank and Long Biao nodded. There were Shi Xiao and Yongdong behind him, and their overall combat power was not weak.

The leading man also exudes strong coercion. The reason why he speaks so arrogantly is because he is an eighth-step strong man.

"They are just a bunch of scum. I don't want to waste time with you. With your strength, get out of here as soon as possible. How can you, Lord of the Noon Palace, deal with you."

The man looked at everyone with disdain, as if in his eyes, no one could fall into his eyes.

Long Biao frowned and flipped his palm over, and the sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

"It's just the eighth step, it's really embarrassing for you!"

Long Biao scolded angrily, taking each step with a sword!

The sword roared into the sky, carrying a terrifying strong wind, and roared towards the man!

Long Biao is a seventh-step player, so his strength is logically inferior, but Long Biao is not as simple as it seems.

Although it was the seventh step, Long Biao came from the Nine Heavens God Realm. He was trapped by the formation before and had no confidence in his heart, so he did not dare to fight for a long time.

But it's different now. He caused the trouble. No matter what, he had to take action first, otherwise it would be unjustifiable.

"Brother Jin Dongming, if I can't beat you in a while, you have to save me!"

Long Biao seemed tough, but the moment he took action, he turned to Jin Dongming in a low voice.

"Look at the sword, I will chop you to death today!"

As soon as Long Biao turned his head, his face was full of anger again, and he rushed out.

Several swords were slashed out. Although Long Biao didn't know what kind of fighting skill he was performing, the sword soaring into the sky exuded extremely fierce sword energy, turning into nine sword energy and shrouding the man!

"It's embarrassing, blow me up!"

The man looked up at Long Biao's sword energy and raised his hand to point!

Boom!

The nine sword qi dissipated and five exploded, leaving only four still roaring down.

The man's figure swept out, the light in his palm rotated, and a spear condensed in his hand.

A spear pierced out, only to hear a roar from an unknown ferocious beast, a phantom solidified and rushed out from the spear, and then collided with its four sword energies.

The man looked at several people around him, then made a gesture, and several beams of light roared towards Long Biao.

"You're bullying the minority with more, don't you dare to challenge me to a duel?"

"Hmph, why don't you know how you broke through to the seventh step? This is a battlefield of life and death. You can kill the opponent by any means." The man snorted coldly and looked at Long Biao sarcastically.

"Don't talk about martial ethics!"

"Stop talking nonsense and suffer death!" the man scolded again.

The beams of light were like spotlights. It was impossible for Long Biao to avoid them all. The moment he was enveloped by these beams of light, Long Biao felt that his speed suddenly dropped.

In the sky surrounded by everyone, a formation mark suddenly appeared and slowly rotated. It was the forbidden power of this formation that restricted Long Biao.

After the shadow and sword energy collided, both of them suddenly dissipated and collapsed.

At the same time, the man's body suddenly moved, and he raised the spear in his hand. Then the gun rotated around the body, and the dragon screamed as if it were real.

The dragon's head followed the tip of the spear and roared towards Long Biao again.

At this time, Long Biao used his peripheral vision to look at Zhong Gu and others. Jin Dongming had his arms folded across his chest, and it seemed that no one was willing to help him. He immediately gritted his teeth.

"In terms of means, I, Long Biao, have never been afraid of anyone."

Long Biao could only yell angrily, and he followed Xiao Yan until now. Although he and Jin Dongming rushed to the front in many battles, the real battles were all solved by Xiao Yan.

Therefore, Long Biao never took action seriously in the real sense.

At this moment, Long Biao raised his hand, and a demon drum appeared in mid-air.

"Baize Lock Demon Drum!"

Long Biao raised his hand and punched the Baizhang Demon Drum in front of him. A muffled sound resounded throughout!

It is as if the demon drum has become the center of the world at this moment. The moment its drum sounds resound, the whole world is surging like water waves, visible to the naked eye.

The figure of the man approaching Long Biao was shaken, and the roaring dragon collapsed inch by inch amid the waves of the demon drum.

Several people maintaining the formation around them all screamed in pain, and blood flowed out of their ears and eyes.

"Do you still want to fight? If I continue to beat the drum, I will shock you to death!"

Long Biao's eyes were red. Although he seemed calm, it was actually obvious that the sound of the drum just now consumed him quite a lot.

The man saw faint signs of collapse of the formation in mid-air, and immediately stopped moving forward.

Apparently shocked by the power of this drum, the sound of the drum just now shocked his soul and flesh and blood, giving him a strong sense of crisis.

"Are you afraid? If you are afraid, get out of here!"

Long Biao threatened, but the sweat on his forehead betrayed him.

"It must be a heavy load on you to use this drum. Could it be that it can only be played once?" The man narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Long Biao with a sneer.

"But you have a trump card. Do you think I don't have a trump card? Get out of here, you're not qualified enough!"

The man stepped back, and an octagonal light mirror appeared in his hand. The man made several hand seals in succession, and a beam of light shot into the sky from the octagonal light mirror in his hand!

At the same time, everyone around them all formed the same hand seals, then raised their hands with their palms facing the sky, and a larger octagonal light mirror appeared in the mid-air!

The corners of the man's mouth slowly raised, his eyes became quite cold, and the immortal power in his body surged crazily.

"Hey, hey, brother, listen to me!"

"Young man and I are brothers, prepare to die!"

"There are few resources here, so why bother fighting to the death? And if you deal with me, you will regret it later."

Long Biao said hurriedly, but when the man heard it, he felt that Long Biao was talking nonsense, deliberately talking nonsense in order to disturb the audience.

"The Infinite Eight-Sun Mirror!"

At this time, both are sacrificed treasures wielded with immortal power.

Long Biao frowned when he saw this, and then his eyes became solemn.

"If you don't believe me, you have to fight to the death, right? Then I'll show you the power of this drum!"

Long Biao felt the sense of crisis coming over him, but in the end he still didn't dare to neglect. Before, he just pretended to be struggling, trying not to waste too much on the battle.

Because Long Biao discovered that here, the immortal power consumed after the battle recovered very slowly.

If you cannot recover in time from such a fierce battle, you will be powerless or even unable to fight when you encounter another battle.

But the seriousness of this man now made Long Biao have to fight seriously, and he couldn't care less about the huge consumption.

"Damn it! If I had known better, I wouldn't have run away! It's better to steal the chicken than lose the rice."