Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

"Have you allocated all the resources? Then let's do it. Don't waste time." Wei Yang said calmly.

Everyone nodded slowly, and their faces became extremely solemn.

Although the combat power of this kind of puppet is definitely not comparable to that of a real semi-saint, no matter what, anything that has anything to do with the word "saint" is not simple.

Wei Yang's eyes were filled with a little expectation.

Although it was not the first time he fought a semi-saint, he did it with the help of the short burst of power of the Dragon Emperor's blood essence when he defeated the two lizardmen last time.

Now, he is really relying on his own strength to fight a semi-saint, although the opponent is just a puppet.

"Go!"

Wei Yang uttered a word, and his feet slowly took three steps. The powerful aura emanating from his body was also overwhelming at this moment, and it was released unscrupulously and whistled away, and faintly locked onto one of the puppets with the strongest aura.

Boom!

The five puppets, who had been standing there motionless like sculptures since they appeared, turned their empty eyes to Wei Yang.

Immediately, one of the semi-saint puppets with the strongest aura appeared in front of Wei Yang in a flash, taking seemingly stiff but actually extremely fast and strange steps.

Without any words, a terrifying palm directly shattered the space and slapped Wei Yang with lightning.

"Come on!"

Facing the fierce attack of the semi-saint puppet, Wei Yang laughed and raised his hand to slap it.

The two palms collided with each other without any fancy moves.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The surrounding void collapsed bit by bit and turned into dust.

Wei Yang's body only trembled slightly and then stabilized.

And the puppet took several steps back with a series of steps.

This made Wei Yang frown slightly, thinking: "Puppets are puppets, too weak."

The expectation he had originally had was completely dissipated in the moment of the fight.

It was too weak, and it didn't give him any sense of pressure at all.

He couldn't help feeling a little regretful, because if nothing unexpected happened, this time would probably be his last battle in the semi-saint stage, but he didn't even have a decent opponent.

Although he liked to ride on the face of the dragon and crush the enemy directly, once a person has been invincible for a long time, he would sometimes feel a little lonely, and occasionally want to meet an opponent who can match him.

Well, it's what is commonly known as a bit of a slut.

At least in this rather short transitional stage of the semi-saint, he had a feeling of melancholy that he drew his sword and looked around in confusion, and couldn't find an opponent at all.

Bang bang bang!

While Wei Yang was suppressing the strongest semi-saint puppet, on the other side, Xiao Yan and others also joined forces to fight a semi-saint puppet.

More than twenty powerful Dou Qis roared and slammed heavily on the puppet's body.

With so many people attacking together, even a 9th-turn peak Dou Zun had to temporarily avoid the sharp edge and dared not take it head-on, but this half-saint puppet received it all, and it was fine, without any concept of pain or injury.

But its attack was also completely smashed at this moment.

"Do it!"

At this time, Hun Yu and others did not dare to be negligent. With a cold shout, a group of figures rushed out at the same time and directly surrounded the half-saint puppet of the Soul Clan.

"This ancestor, let us help you get rid of your pain!"

Hun Yu looked at the puppet with a hollow face and said lightly.

Then he rushed forward, and behind him, a dozen powerful Soul Clan warriors quickly followed, and the majestic Dou Qi entangled the half-saint puppet tightly.

Following them, Jiufeng also led the strong men of the Sky Demon Phoenix Clan to meet a semi-saint puppet.

The last remaining semi-saint puppet was faced by the remaining five teams.

Everyone exerted their fighting spirit to the extreme, swept up wildly, and formed a battle circle.

For a moment, on this vast plain, the terrifying fighting spirit and powerful energy fluctuations suddenly spread and swept away, like a gust of wind like a blade, raging in all directions.

Although they relied on the power of numbers, except Wei Yang, no one among them was a real semi-saint strongman, so this would undoubtedly be an extremely tragic battle.

Time passed.

The white-hot battle continued.

About five minutes later.

Wei Yang finally got tired of playing, and at this time, the semi-saint puppet had been beaten by him to the point that it was almost unrecognizable.

Many parts of his hands and feet were broken, and countless bones were broken.

Immediately, Wei Yang raised his hand and grabbed the dry head.

"You live in such pain anyway, killing you will be a relief for you!"

After the words fell, he clenched his claws hard.

Crack, crack, crack~

The dry head, which had been hit by Wei Yang and had cracks on it, was like a watermelon falling to the ground. With a bang, it exploded in vain.

But there was no blood splattered. Obviously, after countless years of wind and rain, this puppet had already turned into a mummy, and no water remained.

Bang!

As it exploded, pale flesh and bones burst out.

The head exploded, and the half-saint puppet's struggling body suddenly stiffened in vain, and a strange wave spread from the broken neck.

Finally, it turned into nothingness and dissipated with the wind.

As the wave dissipated, the entire body of the semi-saint puppet suddenly weathered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a handful of powder and floated down.

After dealing with his opponent, Wei Yang slowly landed, stood on the broken grass, and looked around.

He did not pay much attention to the other three battlefields. The lives of these people had nothing to do with him. Most of his mind was on Xian'er and Xiao Yan.

Seeing that Xiao Yan and his men were not in any danger for the time being, and they were fighting quite vigorously, Wei Yang did not intervene and let them play.

Nine Dragons Fire Control Technique!

Ang Ang Ang~

The twenty-seven fire dragons of three colors cast by Xiao Yan, Xian'er, and A Da roared and entangled the semi-saint puppet head-on.

In the outer periphery, Gu Xun'er, Medusa and others continued to attack and bombarded the puppet from a distance.

"Try to hit its head!" Xiao Yan licked his lips and shouted excitedly: "Yun Yun, those of you with weaker strength should stand back and don't get too close."

Half-saint puppet, that's it?

It's not that great, a large number of ants can kill an elephant.

Xian'er, Gu Xun'er and others also fought very happily, attacking the half-saint puppet like crazy, and the solemn mentality at the beginning gradually dissipated as the battle progressed.

It's rare to have the opportunity to abuse a half-saint like this, and this half-saint is so stupid and can't dodge, like a human sandbag.

In the excitement of the fight, Xiao Yan even directly opened the Vajra Glazed Body, engaged in close combat, and smashed wildly with a huge golden fist.

Eight Extreme Collapse!

Bang!

The fist containing terrifying power hit the puppet's head fiercely, and directly shook out many cracks on the head of the Dousheng puppet.

The puppet staggered and turned around in vain. The seemingly stiff palm was like thunder, and it was imprinted on Xiao Yan's shoulder.

Clang!

Xiao Yan's huge body suddenly stepped back several steps, and there was even a slight depression on his shoulder with an obvious palm print.

However, after using the Vajra Glazed Body, his body defense became extremely hard. Although this palm was uncomfortable, he could barely withstand it.

"Haha, it's fun, come again!" The golden giant laughed and clenched his fist again.

Seeing this, Gu Xun'er and Gu Qingyang were not to be outdone. The handprints changed rapidly, and two huge energy fingers, with a breath of annihilation, suddenly broke through the air and fell down.

Great Nirvana Finger!

The energy finger pressed hard on the head of the Dou Sheng puppet like lightning.

Immediately, Gu Hua, Gu Xing and others also used this extremely powerful heaven-level fighting skill together, and several slightly dim energy fingers also appeared and pressed down.

Boom!

In the sky, a colorful lightning also gathered into a fierce strike at this moment, hitting the half-saint puppet heavily. This is Medusa's attack.

Woo woo woo~

The black wind whistled.

The Nine Nether Cold Palm!

This is Ah Da's attack.

The Nether Poison Palm!

The dark green flame palm print that corroded the void along the way fell.

This is Xian'er.

Further out, the people of the Flower Sect also launched a full-scale attack.

These many attacks attacked in the same direction at the same time, with a terrifying momentum.

Wei Yang watched with his hands behind his back, and couldn't help but be a little speechless.

These guys are fighting so hard.