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Fight, fight with all your might! Explode! Explode! Explode!

The battle was very dangerous, and Beamon was not someone to be trifled with. With just a few strikes, he had almost died.

The feeling of the spirit power realm was wonderful! Speed, explosive speed, reaction speed, etc. all became several times stronger. Even though it was the same comprehension of space, its usage was even more formidable.

Sword out, then sword down again. When the claw struck out, it had the power of lightning and thunder behind it.

Beamon was mainly the one who had been hit, but he had a thick skin and was fine with a few blows. However, once a claw strike landed on a Shaoqing, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't perish.

It took a lot of effort, but they still fought. Since he wouldn't die in this battle, there was no harm in tempering himself.

As for Tian Rong, he was also a master of powerful defense. He would have to hit Meng Tian at least four or five times with all of his strength.

Therefore, the battle was in a stalemate, but it was also dancing on the tip of a blade. If one was struck by a violent explosion, that person would be seriously injured and perish.

Beamon was an expert at the peak of the spirit realm; how could he withstand such a wave of energy?

The ground sank a few meters into the ground as he violently jumped.

With two hands, he picked up a stone that weighed tens of thousands of kilograms with one hand. With two hands, he picked up two stones.

The rapid throw was like a meteor as it shot towards the Young Master.

As the sword of the Young Lord slashed down, he jumped up and unleashed the power of his movement technique.

Gritting his teeth, he used his sword to block.

Although Mt. Tai had fallen, it was inferior to the collapse of heaven and earth. In the end, the power of one sword strike was more tyrannical, and it cleaved apart the rock.

He borrowed the force of the impact to jump onto a tree and finally escaped death.

Looking at the other rock, that strong impact only caused the ground to sink six meters deep, and it even kept rushing forward for more than ten meters, it was truly terrifying!

If this rock were to hit someone, they would definitely be smashed to smithereens.

When he caught the stone and split it open, half of Shaoqing's spirit energy was used up.

When Beamon saw that he hadn't even killed Shaoqing with his deathblow, he was already on the verge of tears.

Geniuses, peerless geniuses!

However, he will die under my hands.

Beamon had absolute strength and defense, but his speed was lacking.

However, with the attacks of the Young Sovereign, it was very difficult to break through Behemoths defense. Even if he could break through Behemoths defense, it would still take a lot of time.

In the time it took to make a cup of tea, the fierce battle with Beamon had passed. In this little time, a lot of powerful Demonic Beasts should have rushed over here!

"Tian Rong, come up." Shaoqing's soul began to communicate.

Jumping onto the sword, his whole body was instantly covered with spiritual energy. It floated up!

Sword flight! It was extremely fast. Even with the help of the trees, it was still faster to slow down a bit than Meng Meng.

Flee!

Beamon was infuriated as he looked at the human and mouse flying on the sword.

With one claw, he dug out a cubic meter of soil. He threw it over, and with another claw, he dug out another claw.

However, Beamon knew that these attacks were useless against them. It was just a small problem.

Chase or not. Beamon fell into his choice.

Although it was a choice, it was made within two seconds.

Chase! If a mere Spirit Perception Realm warrior were to escape, and if others were to find out, where would he put his face? Even in the clan, he would be looked down upon.

He was in pursuit, but he couldn't catch up to him in terms of speed. What could he do?

No problem. With his status, it would definitely not be a problem for him to gather some strong Monstrous Beasts to stop them. Also, if they were to fly above the Monstrous Beast Mountain Range, although it was a low altitude, they would still anger some powerful existences.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Every step they took created a heaven shaking sound. The weak demonic beasts that were resting here were like the wind, yet they were able to escape.

However, during the process of chasing and escaping, more and more demon beasts appeared to chase after them.

For example, the Golden Lion King at the seventh level of Qi Sea, the powerful Earth Splitting Bear, the striped leopard, and so on, all of them were extremely powerful demonic beasts.

Fortunately, only the Patterned Panther was adept in speed, and it only had five of the sixth stage and one of the seventh stage.

With Shaoqing's spiritual perception, he could kill a lot of cheetahs. Now that he had advanced to the spirit power realm, even though the Striped Leopard's bloodline was much stronger than the cheetah's bloodline.

But could it be more than ten times stronger?

Chasing was a life and death battle.

Tian Rong bared his fangs and brandished his claws at the pursuers, as if he was about to devour them.

But Tian Rong didn't dare to really go down, because even if he went down there, he would be surrounded and killed by many powerful demon beasts if he could kill three or four seventh heaven demon beasts.

Therefore, Tian Rong could only show off his strength.

When a demonic beast caught up, it would release a gifted skill ? Rushing Thunder. A small lightning ball would obstruct them, disrupting their speed.

The Young Master of Imperial Sword Technique, on the other hand, couldn't be distracted by other matters. He controlled his Golden Dragon Sword and wholeheartedly threw himself into it.

At the beginning, he was still unfamiliar with sword kinesis flying, but after experiencing the life and death situations, his control was becoming more and more proficient.

He turned left and right, making it impossible for the long-range demon beasts to lock onto their target.

And Shaoqing's goal was to escape from the Demonic Beast Mountain Range.

However, the Shaoqing who did not use his Spiritual Sense to pursue the Demonic Beast did not realize that their leader, Behemoths, had stopped. His speed was too slow. If he did not increase the distance by two kilometers, he would not be able to keep up.

Tian Rong, who was observing the enemy from the back, didn't have such strong eyesight, so he didn't notice anything strange from Beamon.

Beamon revealed an evil smile.

Sigh, Beamon's intelligence could be considered to be relatively weak. However, he could still succeed in his scheme. It could only be said that he was too ignorant, or he was too distracted.

A javelin flashed with silver light. Looking at its shape, it was five meters long, three meters wide and two meters thick. It was a pure killing weapon!

Beamon touched the javelin in his hand and thought: Well, you two little ones, don't think we can get away from me just because we're too slow.

This is only one of them, and we had thought of it long before our ancestors. If you want to escape in front of us, Beamon, we are very slow. Humph, the javelins we threw at you won't let you be smashed to smithereens.

It was because my father was too stingy that he gave me such a heavy javelin. He even said that javelins that were suitable for us to the limits of our strength were very few in number. Hmph, I can already see more than ten of them in his treasure trove. Some of them are even bigger than mine.

Give me three or four and I'll throw them away.

I hope that my attack this time will not damage my javelin, but next time I can still use it.

For Beamon, strength was one thing, but money was another. With money, javelins were the best and the power of throwing would be much stronger.

A javelin with additional skills was at least a thousand times more expensive than this one. Of course, its power was also at least a hundred times greater. Legend has it that the strongest javelin thrown by an ultimate warrior of the Behemoths could sink a continent!

Without thinking about it, Beamon pulled out his stride. It was a ten-meter long big bow-step. He bent down at a 45 degree angle, observed with his eyesight, exploded, and launched a rapid attack.

"Whiz!"