Unrivaled in Immortality

A young talent who broke through to the foundation-building stage at a young age.

A foundation-building cultivator who has been in the chaotic realm for a long time.

The two walked onto the ring under the attention of many foundation-building cultivators.

The man regretted it as soon as he stepped onto the ring. How could he agree so easily? In fact, he just wanted to embarrass Wang Yong. This was all due to his jealousy, and Wang Yong used this to anger him.

Angry people have almost zero rationality, even these foundation-building cultivators are no exception.

The two of them stepped onto the ring, and it was a foregone conclusion. Even if the man wanted to regret it, it was too late, unless he admitted defeat to Wang Yong, but was it possible? So the battle between the two was already doomed.

The two did not say much. Since there was no room for easing, it would be better to see the truth in their hands.

The man took out a fourth-grade long sword, and the green spiritual energy flowed on the sword. Wang Yong did not hesitate to see this. He saw waves of black spiritual energy covering his hands, and then the eagle claws were displayed. Then Wang Yong hooked his fingers and attacked the man first.

Seeing this, the man did not hesitate to hold the green long sword and went up.

"Clang" The moment the two attacks came into contact, the sound of metal clashing came, which made the faces of the people in the audience change drastically.

Wang Yong easily blocked Dongfang Qingcang's attack with his pair of spiritual eagle claws. The two separated at the touch. Dongfang Qingcang's right hand holding the sword trembled slightly at this time, obviously he was at a disadvantage in the previous fight.

At this time, Wang Yong stood on the ring calmly, as if the person who just attacked was not him.

Then Wang Yong snorted: "Hmph, that's all. If you only have this much strength, admit defeat as soon as possible, otherwise I'm afraid I'll beat you to death in a while."

"You..." Dongfang Qingcang was so angry that he couldn't speak, but how could he admit defeat? Being stepped on by a young boy, how could he still have the face to live in this chaotic domain.

Then he rushed towards Wang Yong again with a green sword. Wang Yong was a little confused about this, but everyone around him showed interest.

Then Wang Yong and Dongfang Qingcang staged a close battle on the ring, without the demeanor of a master of the foundation-building period.

Wang Yong had been suppressing his right hand to fight against it. He wanted to see what tricks Dongfang Qingcang was going to play.

At this time, a green willow branch was displayed by Dongfang Qingcang. Seeing this, Wang Yong no longer hid and grabbed the willow branch with his right hand, and then crushed it completely with a little force with his right hand.

At this time, Dongfang Qingcang jumped high, and the spiritual light of the blue sword shone even brighter. Wang Yong knew that he was going to use his strongest attack method, and he no longer hid it.

Wang Yong injected spiritual power into his right hand frantically, and his right hand changed greatly at this moment, from the original thick blood red to the five-fingered eagle claw covered with scales, thin fingers and sharp nails.

At this time, Dongfang Qingcang's magic was performed. He pushed the blue spiritual sword forward, and then the spiritual sword turned into a blue giant eagle and rushed towards Wang Yong, and Wang Yong also launched his attack at this time.

He raised his right hand upward, and then pushed it forward, and a five-clawed eagle claw broke out of it and attacked the blue giant eagle.

The five-fingered eagle claw was about nine times the size of Wang Yong's right hand. This was also a sign that Wang Yong's eagle iron claw had been perfected. At this moment, he performed it without hiding, facing Dongfang Qingcang's great blue sky eagle.

Even so, the power of the two spells at this time was not much different.

At this time, the two spells collided with each other, and the blue eagle's beak was firmly grasped by the goshawk's iron claws, and the two fell into a stalemate for a moment.

Just when everyone thought that this round was a draw, the goshawk's iron claws suddenly exerted force to crush the blue eagle's beak, and then the goshawk's iron claws took advantage of the situation and attacked fiercely, tearing the entire blue eagle to pieces, while the goshawk's iron claws still had the remaining power to attack Dongfang Qingcang.

Wang Yong's goshawk's iron claws were a fourth-grade top-grade spell, while Dongfang Qingcang's spell was only a fourth-grade lower-grade spell.

The higher the grade of the spell, the stronger the power it can emit, so we can usually see that a small high-grade spell can fight a perfect low-grade spell on par.

At this time, Dongfang Qingcang quickly shot out another illusory blue eagle, and the goshawk's iron claws blocked it for a moment and disappeared.

Seeing this, Wang Yong attacked the Qingtian Eagle without hesitation.

His right hand was in the shape of an eagle claw, and there was also a layer of spiritual eagle claw attached to it. He scratched the Qingtian Eagle's head fiercely, and then the other hand grabbed the Qingtian Eagle's chest without hesitation and broke it.

At this time, Dongfang Qingcang slowly fell down. He was panting slightly, and the long sword in his hand was leaning on the ring. It was obviously because of the consumption of too much energy.

Wang Yong was not feeling well at this time. His previous strong attacks had consumed 50% of his spiritual power. If he wanted to fight again at this time, it was obviously not what he wanted to see.

His right hand was in the shape of an eagle claw, and he walked towards Dongfang Qingcang step by step.

At this time, Wang Yong's voice rang out on the stage: "You are convinced."

Wang Yong kept walking, and Dongfang Qingcang on the other side no longer had the strength to fight, but he couldn't open his mouth to count the number of people. In the end, it was because Wang Yong was too young and he couldn't let go of his face.

Wang Yong approached him step by step, and his psychological defenses collapsed more and more. Finally, Wang Yong came in front of him and covered his head with his thick right hand.

At this time, Wang Yong's voice sounded again: "Are you admitting defeat?"

Dongfang Qingcang widened his eyes, because he felt that Wang Yong's right hand was slowly exerting force at this moment, and at this moment he realized that Wang Yong wanted to kill him.

This was no longer about face, but about his life. Wang Yong's hand was more powerful. At this time, the people in the audience also realized that something was wrong, because they never thought that Wang Yong would want to kill Dongfang Qingcang.

At this time, blood had begun to seep out of Dongfang Qingcang's head, and the people in the audience began to persuade Wang Yong to show mercy, not because of how good their relationship with Wang Yong was, but because they were afraid of getting involved, because now they were at the birthday banquet of the Jindan cultivator.

At this time, Dongfang Qingcang finally couldn't stand the pressure anymore, and he could only hear him muttering in a low voice: "I surrender, I surrender."

At this time, Wang Yong used his other hand to pick his ears and shouted loudly: "Louder, I can't hear."

Dongfang Qingcang also put down his face at this time, and he could only hear him shouting loudly: "I surrender, don't kill me, I surrender, don't kill me... I surrender..." The voice became louder and louder, and finally even a little hysterical, and Wang Yong took his hand off his head, leaving only five shallow fingerprints on his head.

At this time, Dongfang Qingcang sat on the ground and fainted, and Wang Yong returned to the table and sat down under the gaze of everyone. At this time, everyone no longer dared to underestimate this young man.