The starry sky began to move. The golden awn transformed by Yang Xuanli wandered around the starry sky, but like a headless fly, there was no goal.


    The dark cloud emperor sounded again with a sneering voice: "Yang Xuan, this is the gap between the saint and the emperor. You can''t even find me. Why talk about fighting?"


    As soon as his voice fell, a star suddenly left his original position and roared against Yang Xuan.


    The huge force set off layers of waves. Like the giant whale pushing the waves, it rushed towards Yang Xuan.


    Yang Xuan wanted to hide, but the next second he found that no matter where he appeared, the attacked stars always appeared in front of him accurately, unchanged.


    Boom!


    Yang Xuan threw a punch and directly hit the stars.


    The huge shock wave turned into a ring and roared around. Yang Xuan directly disappeared into the depths of the starry sky like a loaded shell.


    "How? Under the power of Saint level, any emperor is just a mole ant." the cold voice of heiyun emperor sounded again.


    Yang Xuan, who flew upside down, managed to stabilize his body, rubbed his numb wrist, and suddenly said, "it''s just so."


    "What are you talking about?" the black cloud emperor asked angrily, as if he had been greatly insulted.


    "I can''t say that." Yang Xuan rubbed his wrist and said faintly, "your holy power doesn''t look great."


    "Oh, it''s a boast. In that case, I''ll show you what the real gap is."


    With the falling of the voice of black clouds, the whole starry sky moved in an instant. One after another, the stars streamed like a rainstorm, followed by a long tail, shouting and roaring.


    Since he couldn''t escape, Yang Xuan simply abandoned any fancy means and hit out one punch after another with the most primitive fist.


    Boom!


    Boom!


    Boom!


    A loud noise followed, and the burst stars seemed to bloom a beautiful fireworks in the starry sky, almost dispersing the darkness.


    Black cloud''s voice seemed a little surprised, but more, it was a sneer: "I see when you can stick to it."


    The meteor is still, Yang Xuan''s fist is like a dragon, one fist and one star, and the light reflects the void.


    Although he gasped slightly, the smile in his eyes was more and more prosperous.


    Finally, all the stars attacked were blasted by Yang Xuan, and the starry sky was calm again.


    The surprise in the voice of the black cloud emperor could not hide: "how can you be so powerful? The power of the holy one can''t help you?"


    "Holy shit!" Yang Xuan retorted, "it''s just a poor fellow who borrows the power of others."


    "What are you talking about?" the black cloud was so angry that he showed his body at the other end of the starry sky and looked angry.


    "I said you were not a true saint, but a false saint who borrowed the power of others." Yang Xuan looked at him and sneered.


    "You''re talking nonsense." emperor heiyun was so angry that his body was suddenly divided into two. Each figure affected a star and pressed down directly towards Yang Xuan from the left and right sides.


    Yang Xuan sneered. His momentum climbed to the peak in an instant. His body was divided into two and rushed up against two stars.


    The starry sky was greatly distorted in an instant. The two stars held by the black cloud emperor had no last words and directly turned into powder. Yang Xuan flew back and integrated his body, but immediately fought back and marched forward in the star space.


    On the contrary, the black cloud emperor almost made the same movement. After stabilizing his body, he welcomed him again.


    Boom, boom!


    The stars began to tremble, and the cracks began to spread.


    The more the black cloud hit, the more frightened he was, and his face was unbelievable: "it''s impossible. How can you be so strong? How can you be so strong?"


    At this moment, his strength has exceeded the joint efforts of the 50 emperors, but he still can''t help Yang Xuan. How can he not be surprised.


    "There is nothing impossible between the stars." Yang Xuanyi pointed out that the purple flame hit the sky and drove the black cloud back.


    "If you become a true saint, I am naturally not your opponent, but unfortunately, you are just a poor fellow who borrows the power of others."


    In fact, when Emperor heiyun first pulled him into the field of stars, he did think that heiyun became a saint and stepped into the realm of saints, but then, when heiyun really launched an attack, he gradually had doubts.


    With the progress of the battle, he, who had been in contact with the power of the cloud God, finally determined that the so-called sanctification of the black cloud emperor was just using a method he didn''t know, borrowing a lot of the power of the cloud God, and simulating the field of the saint.


    However, this field has only its appearance, not its reality, but it looks like a field, and actually has no power of the field.


    Moreover, the power borrowed from the cloud God by the black cloud emperor is only about equal to the power of the fifty emperors, which naturally can not cause substantive damage to Yang Xuan, who has the power of a hundred emperors.


    Heiyun is still attacking, but Yang Xuan, who studies the essence of his field, has lost his patience.


    "It''s over," he said coldly, and then tore it with both hands.


    Hiss!


    The dark curtain was torn, and the star field disappeared in an instant, revealing the original appearance of the outside world.


    Yang Xuan found that they were still in the purple frost palace.


    The black cloud emperor''s body fell out of the space, but he stumbled and some couldn''t stand.


    Ziyun''s eyes coagulated and seemed to come forward.


    The black cloud emperor stretched out his hand to stop Ziyun, stared at Yang Xuan and said nothing.


    Ziyun''s face began to change.


    She is not a fool. Yang Xuan''s relaxed freehand brushwork is in sharp contrast to the solemnity of heiyun emperor. How can she not understand the result of the battle.


    Yang Xuan''s eyes inspected the purple frost palace for the first time, but he didn''t find the figure of purple frost and Hua Hong. His heart sank immediately.


    "Where''s purple frost?" he asked coldly, staring at purple clouds.


    Ziyun, whose face was slightly pale, looked at the black cloud emperor and didn''t speak.


    The black cloud emperor blinked and didn''t speak. He didn''t know what he was thinking


    What did Yang Xuangang want to say? He suddenly felt sick. With a wave of his hand, two red splitters in the ring protected by him appeared in front of him, but they fell down softly without breathing.


    They don''t know when they have lost their lives.


    Yang Xuan felt a pain in his heart.


    Needless to say, I know it''s purple frost. I don''t know where it controls the division of Huahong.


    "Well, despair? Maybe there is your woman''s mother in these two bodies." the black cloud emperor suddenly sneered.


    Yang Xuan''s face was as heavy as water. At this moment, his killing intention could no longer be suppressed.


    "In that case, use your life to bury her." he uttered words like ice.