Liu Zhengyang looked at the stalwart figure in front of him intently.

Especially the knife!

Although it seems that all the phantoms condensed in this secret realm are all phantoms, the phantoms in front of me are different, especially the knife, as solid as the essence!

Any simulation has the existence of ontology.

Obviously, the phantom in front of him must be a master, especially the knife, which gave him a very dangerous feeling.

"Fuck!"

Xu Ying stood up slowly, then casually held the long knife in his hand and walked towards Liu Zhengyang step by step.

Liu Zhengyang's complexion was solemn, his aura condensed, and the blood dragon spear condensed.

Although the Dao Venerable in front of him is condensed, his cultivation level cannot be faked! The most important thing is that compared with the real Dao Zun, it has no pain, no fear, and no psychological burden.

The intensity of the battle must be much stronger than imagined!

When dealing with Venerable Hong Lan, when Liu Zhengyang destroyed his clone, didn't Venerable Hong Lan really have the power to fight?

of course not! But he ran away!

Disregarding Dao Zun's dignity and ran away, for what?

Of course it was for the impact of his own injury. After all, the two sides were not fighting in desperate situations. There was no need for you to die. And the scene at the time was that the Lord Honglan was desperately fighting, how about killing Liu Zhengyang?

When he returned to the Blue Cave Mansion, could he still maintain the respect that Dao Venerable should have in the past when he was severely injured?

of course not!

Even those competitors would take advantage of this opportunity to kill him!

this is the truth!

And a person of flesh and blood will consider this issue, and only then has the fact that Liu Zhengyang won in battle.

But the phantom in front of me is different.

There is only one thing Liu Zhengyang can do, then use his own strength to defeat him head-to-head!

Daoist strong!

Liu Zhengyang narrowed his eyes almost subconsciously, and then scanned the phantom in front of him up and down.

The knife gave him an extreme sense of danger.

The unbridled wildness and sharpness made him startled.

"It's been a long time since I was so excited!"

Liu Zhengyang smiled slightly, and then slowly raised the blood dragon spear in his hand.

Although the spirit of the blood dragon is no longer there, Liu Zhengyang is now a Taoist powerhouse, and he can't urge the blood dragon spear in the strongest state, but he still has a very strong offensive ability.

"kill!"

Liu Zhengyang didn't wait, the blood dragon spear in his hand shook suddenly, and then the whole person wandered towards the phantom like a ghost.

Where the spear goes, a smooth journey!

The tip of the gun suddenly burst out with a dazzling red light, and then the tip of the gun suddenly shook, it seemed that there was no pattern, but there were countless vigor points toward the phantom like raindrops.

Under this trick, the ordinary Taoist king couldn't take it down.

The phantom stopped, and suddenly raised his head.

Although it was a phantom, the face condensed by golden light, Liu Zhengyang had a feeling of being watched by his eyes!

Xu Ying slowly raised his hand, the long knife in his hand moved slowly, but there was a feeling of lifting the long knife from the mountain, and then the shadow suddenly swung down.

The shadow of the knife flicked across, as if the mountains were in front of you, falling towards Liu Zhengyang with a strong coercion.

Just for an instant, the sword energy in the entire secret realm was vertical and horizontal.

At such a moment, Liu Zhengyang simply didn't have the mood and time to care about the life and death of those pendant Taoists.

In his eyes, there is only the long knife that keeps falling!