Peerless Divine Emperor

At this moment, the most watched arena is the Yin Palace Arena.

People in Jiutian City don't know Gan Yin and Yan Zheng that well. After all, they are different from Ye Ling. The Ye family is in Jiutian Fairyland, so they are well-known, but Tianyao Valley is in another area of ​​Changyang Realm, and few people know Yan Zheng's origins.

But even so, from the conversation between the two just now and the powerful aura emanating from them, it can be seen that they are both extraordinary people, and this will be a tough battle.

Yu You also cast his eyes on the arena, and obviously, he also has some interest in this battle.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, a pair of huge black wings stretched out from behind Gan Yin, and he soared into the air, turning into a huge Tianyao marten, overlooking Yan Zheng below, with a pair of huge eyes showing an arrogant and domineering spirit, as if despising everything.

"Heavenly demon marten, a member of the Gan family?" A strange color suddenly flashed in Yu You's eyes, and he recognized Gan Yin's origin at a glance.

"Kill!" A sharp voice came out of Gan Yin's mouth, as if it was not a human voice. He saw his body turned into a dark stream of light and shot towards Yan Zhe's body. The huge black wings swept across the space, blowing a cold wind, extremely sharp, and everything was torn apart wherever it passed.

Yan Zhe snorted coldly, and walked forcefully on the sky. A black scepter appeared in his hand, emitting an extremely cold breath. He was seen holding the scepter and striking forward. A dark hurricane was brewing in the void and strangled the front fiercely.

"Boom..."

A loud rumble sounded, and the dark hurricane and the wind exploded at the same time, followed by a terrifying aftermath that swept around. Some weak people were extremely pale and could not bear the pressure.

The envoy waved his hand, and a divine light appeared above the ring, then descended, covering the ring and isolating it from the outside world. All the fluctuations inside could not be transmitted to the outside.

"Dark Scepter, are you from the Dark Temple?" Gan Yin stared at Yan Zhe from a distance and asked. The Dark Temple was a big force in Changyang Realm, and its strength was comparable to that of Tianyao Valley.

The souls of all people in the Dark Temple were Dark Scepters. As long as they saw the Dark Scepter, they could guess that the person was from the Dark Temple.

"Yes." Yan Zhe said lightly. He was indeed from the Dark Temple, but his talent was not very strong, a little worse than Gan Yin, but he had practiced for a much longer time than Gan Yin, so he was not afraid of Gan Yin.

"I have heard of the power of the Dark Scepter for a long time. Today I will experience its power!"

A sharp light flashed in Gan Yin's eyes, his wings trembled, and the avenues merged. Like a peerless demon god, he shuttled directly through the void and descended in front of Yan Zhe. His claws broke through the space and grabbed Yan Zhe's body, as if to tear him apart.

A hissing sound came out, and a pair of dark claws grabbed Yan Zhe's body, but Yan Zhe's figure gradually became illusory and finally dissipated.

"Afterimage?" Gan Yin's expression condensed. He was so fast, but he was slower than the other party?

The next moment, Yan Zhe's body appeared in another direction. He pointed the dark scepter in his hand forward again, and the endless dark air in the void roared, like countless dark spears, and at the same time, they killed in the direction of Gan Yin. Each dark spear was extremely terrifying, as if it could penetrate everything.

All of that space was covered by dark spears, flowing with extremely terrifying dark airflow, like hell, to bury Gan Yin completely.

"It's actually a dark martial artist!" Qin Xuan's heart trembled. He had felt that Yan Zhe was different from others before, and it turned out to be because of his cultivation power.

However, as a member of the Heavenly Demon Marten Clan, how could Gan Yin be an ordinary person?

His body turned into a dark stream of light and shot up into the sky. A pair of wings rotated in the space at an incredible speed. Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the void, forming an indestructible wind wall. Many dark spears were directly shattered and torn apart in the strong wind, and could not cause any harm to Gan Yin's body.

Yan Zhe did not hesitate and continued to move forward. The dark scepter pointed to the sky, the sound of thunder resounded through the sky, and infinite dark thunder descended. Each thunder contained great terrifying power. At this moment, Gan Yin's expression was extremely sharp, and a black spear appeared in his hand. Wherever the spear pointed, a spear light bloomed, destroying everything.

"Boom..." Gan Yin's figure flickered, and the spear in his hand danced, destroying the divine thunder one by one.

But the divine thunder seemed endless, and its power was getting stronger and stronger. At the same time, a majestic power of Tao pressed down from the sky, making Gan Yin's expression a little ugly. Although he still broke the divine thunder, it became much more difficult.

As the divine thunder continued to fall, Gan Yin's body blasted downwards little by little, with a tendency to be suppressed.

"Gan Yin, I'm afraid he will lose." Many people saw this scene and thought in their hearts that Gan Yin's strength was absolutely powerful, but unfortunately his opponent was stronger.

"Gan Yin..." Yin Rong clenched his fists and stared at Gan Yin. He spent a lot of money to convince Gan Yin to help him. If he lost like this, wouldn't he lose a lot?

Yan Zhe's body appeared in the air, and Gan Yin was below him. He stepped suddenly downward, and the terrifying power of Taoism directly penetrated the space. Gan Yin looked up at the sky, and blasted upwards with his spear.

But a roar was heard, the spear broke apart, Gan Yin uttered a muffled groan, and his body was blown away by a huge force, leaving the ring.

In this battle, Gan Yin lost!

Seeing Gan Yin flying away, the crowd felt sorry for him, after all, it was still a little short.

"Let me live?" Yan Zhe looked at Gan Yin who was lying in the distance, and said with disdain.

Gan Yin's face became even uglier when he heard this, and he felt hot on his face, as if he had been slapped, but he couldn't refute it.

Without paying any more attention to Gan Yin, Yan Zhe returned to the crowd in the Muwang Palace and smiled at Mu Jinyu: "Fortunately, I lived up to your expectations."

"Thank you for your hard work." Mu Jinyu nodded lightly. She knew that Yan Zhe was a member of the Dark Temple before, and his status was not low. In addition, with many years of experience in cultivation, it was normal for him to be stronger than Gan Yin.

"I've tried my best. It's up to you next!" Yin Rong looked in the direction of Zhao Junye and said in a rather dissatisfied tone. He lost a real general, so you can imagine how bad his mood was.

"Don't worry." Zhao Junye nodded gently, then looked at Ye Ling beside him and said, "Brother Ye wanted to prove something just now, and you will have a chance next time."

While speaking, Zhao Junye deliberately glanced at Qin Xuan again.

Ye Ling's eyes froze when he heard Zhao Junye's words, and then he seemed to realize something, and a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes. Is he finally going to let him fight?