In addition, among the dark clouds, General Ao Lie dodged Lu Yin's sword, and Ao Mo'ang followed immediately, with a three-edged golden mace touching the broad body of the Hanguang Sword.

When Lu Yin saw another person coming, he immediately shouted: "Little one!"

The lightsaber returned to its original state, and Lu Yin held it in his hand and started fighting with Mo'ang. Mo'ang's skill was far superior to that of Ao Lie. When the fight started, Lu Yin's pressure doubled.

He had no choice but to repeat his old trick, using his tyrannical body to hit him hard. Mo Ang stabbed him with his mace, and Lu Yin swung his sword across the board. Unexpectedly, Mo Ang turned his mace and took advantage of the situation, knocking the light out of Lu Yin's hand.

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Lu Yin was not impatient. With a thought, the lightsaber automatically turned its direction and stabbed at Ao Lie's huge body.

Ao Lie was so frightened that he rolled over again and again. He was not as physically tortured as Lu Yin. If he was stabbed by a sword, Lu Yin would only seize the opportunity to attack.

If you don't pay attention, you will be in danger of death.

Namoang had no choice but to hold the shaft with his left hand and push the mace handle with his right hand. The three-edged golden mace came out of his hand and hit the lightsaber accurately, allowing Ao Lie to escape the disaster.

But Lu Yin waved his iron fist and hit his head. Although Mo Ang was cautious, when he really came into contact, he realized how strong Lu Yin was.

He raised his arms, but was punched away by Lu Yin. He stepped back continuously. Lu Yin chased after him and punched Mo'ang straight in the head.

When Mo Ang saw this, he was even more frightened. He just resisted the punch, and his arms were a little numb. If it had been hit hard on the head, it would have turned white and red.

Of course he twisted his body, but he relied on his armor to prepare for a punch.

Lu Yin didn't stop, he hit with all his strength. Mo'ang's figure trembled, his mouth sweetened, and he was beaten so hard that he took three steps in a row.

But he suddenly turned around and used his magic power to fight with Lu Yin.

Mana surged wildly, trying to suppress Lu Yin. As expected, this pure mana competition was indeed something Lu Yin was not good at.

With a burst of strength, the two of them dispersed and recalled their weapons.

Aomoang swallowed the blood in his mouth, adjusted his breath, and said to the white dragon: "Third brother, you go back first."

Bailong nodded, turned into white light and fell into the clouds and mist in the distance, but it was repaired.

Without the white dragon's magic power to maintain, the dark clouds in the sky slowly dispersed, revealing the two figures.

One is wearing precious armor, holding a gold mace, and has a red mark between his eyebrows; the other is wearing tattered robes, holding a long sword, and his eyes are full of fighting intent.

Na Moang suddenly laughed for a while, shook his head and said: "But it's my fault. I didn't expect you to be so powerful and have the magical power of an immortal sword. I shouldn't have let my third brother fight with you."

Lu Yin raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Who are you?"

Moang waved his hand, and a large flag was raised in the clouds and mist in the distance, with the words "Dragon Palace of the West Sea" written on it and "Prince Moang" written below.

"Listen carefully!"

"I am the Prince of Xihai, and so is Ao Mo'ang! The one who was injured by you just now is my third brother, the Third Prince of Jade Dragon, Ao Lie!"

"Who are you!"

Ao Moang shouted.

Lu Yin thought secretly, and sure enough, he did not want to lose his momentum at the moment, so he said: "I am the king of the ghost Yin Mountain. I am famous for the four buckets of golden elixirs. I am not afraid of the demon tides and yakshas. The yellow wind has strong magical powers. The Yin Division will fight with the city god.

Kill the powerful enemy Tiger King!"

"The Tiger King of Xiabei is Lu Yin."

This sound was like a loud bell, spreading in all directions. It was unnecessary for Lu Yin not to announce the final poem before, but in front of Prince Moang of the West Sea, his vigor must be killed!

As soon as these words came out, not only Hu Liu and others were surprised, but even Ao Lie, the third prince of Yulong, felt inferior to others. Everyone signed up for each other, so why did you just write a closing poem?

The following Jin Ling even applauded: "What a Tiger King of the North!"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to pull Hu Liu and said anxiously: "Brother, we will definitely ask Brother Lu to give us a plastic surgery later. This is so handsome. This is so handsome!"

Jin Ning even regretted it. He had been studying scriptures for many years, so why didn’t he think of writing the entire opening poem for himself?

Hu Liu smiled bitterly and could only temporarily agree, saying that it still depends on Lu Yin's intention. Jin Ling naturally agreed and worked with Jin Ning to find his own title.

Hu Liu also subconsciously thought about whether to give himself a nickname. After all, he could be regarded as a demon king and would not lose Lu Yin's face if he said it.

Let’s not mention the following for now, let’s talk about Mo Ang, who was overwhelmed by Lu Yin’s opening poem, and immediately replied: “What a Tiger King of the North, how dare you speak so loudly even if you haven’t yet achieved the golden elixir!”

"Come again!"

"Come!"

Lu Yin didn't waste any time. He took off his robe that was shattered by thunder, revealing the strong muscles of his upper body, and the light in his hand was a little heavier.

Mo'ang came again with his mace, and Lu Yin blocked it with his sword. The mace came to meet him with his sword, and his fists and legs blocked him. Mo'ang did not dare to raise his hand, and Lu Yin blocked it.

After several rounds of fighting, the two of them could not decide the outcome, but Moang gained the upper hand.

Mo Ang smiled and said: "It's great! It's a pity that you are not good at martial arts, otherwise, ordinary golden elixirs really can't do anything to you!"

But Lu Yin only said: "It's useless to talk more. Today we must distinguish between high and low!"

"good!"

Moang responded and shouted "Change!"

Mo'ang's figure became larger, his muscles bulged, the dragon horns on his head became more and more ferocious, his exposed skin was covered with gleaming scales, his hands and feet were like dragon claws, and he was taller than Lu Yin.

Not only that, the precious armor and golden maces on his body also became larger, and he looked at Lu Yin with a smile on his face: "I know you still have some skills to show off, use them all!"

"good!"

Lu Yin was doing everything he could, and now he was fighting with Mo Ang again.

Mo'ang's moves were fierce, and Lu Yin's punches were heavy, but they were all done with some seriousness.

They fought like this for dozens of rounds again. Lu Yin was beaten so hard that he was covered in red marks and even stained in some places. Mo Aang's hands and feet were so weak that he couldn't hold his golden mace safely.

There are a few more fist marks and a sword mark on the treasured armor. If it weren't for this treasured armor, Lu Yin would have ended up with his injury-for-injury style.

The two of them dispersed again. Lu Yin finally failed to achieve the golden elixir, and Mo Aung was also exhausted. He smiled and said: "It seems that you have no chance to see your magical power this time."

Lu Yin also shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Supernatural power is not trivial. If you don't notice it for a moment, you might even hurt your harmony."

When it comes to this, both of them have lost their will to fight. Lu Yin has yet to use his magical powers, and so does Moang.

In this battle, as of now, Moang has a slight victory.

The two looked at each other and smiled, each put their weapons away and held their hands.

"You are indeed the Prince of Xihai. His martial arts skills can be said to have reached the realm of enlightenment. I admire you greatly!"

Lu Yin cupped his hands and said.

Mo Ang laughed a few times and said, "My martial arts skills have been practiced since I was born. I can't help Brother Lu, but I can't help but lower my clouds to comfort my subordinates so as to avoid further conflicts."

"That's fine, I'll see you down there."

"Okay, see you below."
Chapter completed!