Yang was really angry.
Because Yang Ning was seriously injured and there were so many people around, it didn't take much to figure out that he was definitely being beaten.
Yang Pi pointed at the pale Qing Zhen beside him and said, "Well, that's him..."
"Is it you?" Yang Zhen was walking in the air. His steps seemed very slow, but he took one step at a time and was three feet away from Qingzhen in an instant.
"Did you seriously injure Yang Ning?" Yang Zhen's body was filled with dazzling light, like a golden sun that made it impossible to look directly at him.
"What a domineering person, what a domineering body of Canglan..." A hint of fear flashed in Qingzhen's cold eyes.
If he were in his prime, he would indeed not be afraid of Cang Lan's hegemony, but in the battle with Yang Ning, he would have consumed too much, especially since he was transformed into Qing Yue. In order to seriously injure Yang Ning, he would not hesitate to use his trump cards, and he would be just a little short of killing Yang. Ning, but he knew in his heart that this idea could not be realized with the emergence of Canglan Hegemony.
"Domineering?" Yang Zhen smiled and said, "That's for sure. I look down on the world and no one can stop me!"
"Canglan Tyrant Body, I remember..." Qingzhen gritted his teeth, but if he started a war now, he would definitely not gain anything. I looked at Xiang Heng, who was still in the crowd, and felt a little unbearable.
Jiang Che stood in the breeze and was surprised by Yang Zhen's aura. He was a powerful helper. Couldn't this Yang Ning be killed? But compared to Qingzhen, Jiang Che felt much calmer. After all, he was just a helper, especially for fighting. Jiang Che was very enthusiastic, but at this moment... Jiang Che had already vaguely guessed Qingzhen's thoughts.
"Remember?" Yang Zhen came over domineeringly, and the powerful Shenhui directly pressed over. Fang Tian's painted halberd was in hand, and the God of War was reincarnated, saying: "Remembering is not enough, you also need your life to fill it..." Yang Zhen danced Fang Tian's painted halberd, and the sound of wind and thunder came from the sky.
"Life? Huh!" With a cold snort, Qingyue appeared again, but this time, if it was not used to attack, it chose to fly.
"No, he wants to escape..." Tianmu reacted first and shot out a ray of light, but it was still too late.
Qingyue was so fast that even Tianmu's eyes couldn't keep up, leaving only the stream of light shooting under the sky.
"Quickly, control Xiang Heng..." Qiang Rong first thought of the third true disciple of Qingyue Sect.
But a cold wind swept by, and Xiang Heng, who was originally among the geniuses, instantly disappeared and left with Qingyue.
"I escaped after all..." Jiang Che had already expected such an ending, so he was not surprised and said to Yang Pi from the air: "If the battle fails, we will see you in the Prince's Palace!" Like the light wind, decorating the mountains and rivers, Jiang Che The voice was already thousands of feet away.
"Run away now?" Yang Zhen was very depressed. He was ready to give up and fight, so that he could leave his strong side in Xiao Yubing's heart. However, these opponents were so blind that they actually attacked him just now. It's really not fun to just run away at the beginning.
Yang Zhen was stunned for a long time, then turned around, looked at the two beautiful figures in the sky, and spread his hands.
"It's really boring. I made my opponent flee without fighting before I even made a move. It seems that my power has made these people frightened and invincible..."
When Qin Ningyi heard what Yang Zhen said, she suddenly felt a headache. She knew that she and her husband were going to show off again. There were black lines on her face and she really didn't want to hear it anymore.
It was Yu Bing's first experience, and she was slightly cautious when she saw Yang Zhen's powerful burst of power just now, especially because the momentum seemed to be even more powerful than when she met Yang Zhen a few days ago.
"Could it be that?" Yu Bing realized that he knew the effects of his Yuyin Divine Body best, especially since he and Yang Zhen had experienced crazy sex in the cave... Thinking of this, Yu Bing's face , slightly showing a burst of rosiness.
Yang Zhen never thought that one time he showed his dominance, it would have such an effect. He suddenly felt happy, put away his fierce momentum, came to Yu Bing, looked at the pretty face carefully, and felt mesmerized for a while. .
"Hey..." Yang Pi had a headache. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this was Qing Zhen assessing the situation before he chose to retreat, but Yang Zhen said it was because of his own domineering behavior. It was really... Especially Yu Bing, as one of the gods, seeing Yang So true, his face turned red, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Feiyun, don't run away!" The hero roared, and the angry voice echoed. Feiyun actually turned into a rainbow and disappeared between heaven and earth at the moment the green moon passed.
"escape……"
In an instant, nearly thirty geniuses dispersed in a rush as the two backbones, Qingzhen and Jiang Che, retreated.
"Shameless!" Tianmu scolded, but did not take action again. Tianmu didn't care at all about people like this.
Yang Ning recovered, and the Ling Tian Jue was activated. He quickly expelled the remaining cold power from his body and began to repair his injuries.
In the successive battles, Yang Ning could be said to have suffered heavy losses. Not only was the spirit bead in the sea of consciousness shattered, but the depths of his meridians were also destroyed by the cold force. Although the foundation was not damaged, it was not optimistic.
Rumble…
The mountain and river map shrank again, and it was nearly six days since everyone entered it. Moreover, the possessor of the eighth king's energy had already appeared, which meant that the day when the passage was opened was not far away.
The Hall of Conferring the King is a grand event for geniuses in Liangzhou. The geniuses who are still living in the Mountain and River Map at this moment have their eyes wild, because the Conferring the King’s Hall is opened, and hundreds of geniuses will compete for it, and these hundred geniuses will be awarded the title. The blessing of the king's energy from the king's palace and the achievement of the king's body are extremely attractive to these geniuses.
You must know that there are very few physical practitioners among cultivators, but this king's body can allow cultivators to have a king's body. This improvement in physical fitness is like changing the world, so when the time comes, every genius will fully reveal his or her abilities. The trump card, the competition will really begin.
On the other side, among the blood red, a figure was blurred, and around him, there were actually three geniuses attacking him.
"Who are you?" Xuehe Zhuyou was very angry. He was being targeted by three people for no apparent reason. Especially since everyone was so powerful, he was even more dissatisfied.
"Give me your royal aura, and I will spare your life." A voice echoed over and over again, and the main body could not be found at all.
"That's it, hand over your royal energy, otherwise even if you turn into blood and mist, you will never survive." These three people are the three Fan Jia who escaped.
"Stay alive?" Zhu You hid in the blood mist, his blood-red clothes and blood mist blended into one, with a trace of cruelty on his lips, and said: "You three little people who are injured, do you dare to challenge me, Zhu You? "The three blood spears are like three sharp arrows, spontaneous without a bow, but even more powerful. The smell of blood permeates the air. It is simply a real purgatory on earth.
"What an evil technique..." An Lianye felt fearful.
"Everyone said that I often indulge in extreme lewdness, but when I saw this person, I felt like a small witch..." Chang Fang was extremely solemn about the blood mist that filled the sky, and at the same time, he was even more wary of the people in the blood mist.
Fan Jia fought against the madman, but faced with such power, he also felt a deep chill.
"Purple Jin Ling - photo!" An Lianye had no choice but to control Zi Jin Ling and release a bell sound to resist the blood spear.
Fan Jia avoided it. He seemed a little unaccustomed to such a bloody smell. He turned into a black shadow and kept wandering among the blood mist.
He often places a pair of fleshy palms, and his spiritual power is transformed into a palm knife, which can directly chop the blood spear. But the blood spear seemed to have a pair of eyes. When it collided with the power of the palm knife, it suddenly turned and changed direction, heading straight for An Lianye's Zijin Ling.
"Ring ring ring..."
Zi Jinling kept making noises to scare the blood spears, but she didn't expect that another blood spear would actually find her, and she was immediately horrified.
"Ring, ring, ring..." The sound gradually became faster and faster, shaking the spiritual power. The ringing gradually formed ripples, and during the excitement, the blood spear continued to weaken.
"Brother Chang, help me!" An Lianye panicked, otherwise his Zijin Ling would begin to shake violently, which would be very detrimental to his ability to control the Zijin Ling.
"An Lianye, please wish yourself good luck..." Chang Fang's skills are evil and good at controlling others, but with the blood mist in the sky, he can't lock down his opponent at all, and he can't use his strength to protect himself. They are all problems, so how can we help others.
"Brother Fan Jia..." An Lianye was anxious. Zijin Ling was a little out of control. She was hit by the blood spear, and the sound waves were rapidly attenuating.
Fan Jia vomited for a while. He had called himself Tomato before, but now he asked me for help and started calling him brother?
"Be careful..." Fan Jia was afraid of the blood mist, and his strength was greatly reduced. He cut off a blood spear with one knife, but still saved An Lianye.
"Thank you..." An Lianye shook Zijin Ling again and shouted: "Brother Fan Jia, this person has so much royal energy, he must be taken down." An Lianye healed the scar and forgot about the pain, a little greedy.
"Do you think we can capture him?" Fan Jia rolled his eyes.
"Let's attack with all our strength." Chang Fang's strength was severely suppressed, especially the blood mist that filled the sky, which prevented him from exerting his full strength. However, the royal energy in the blood mist was so strong that it made him throb.
"Fight..." Chang Fang's technique circulated, and his spiritual power was transformed into a powerful air current to blow away the blood mist in the sky. Only in this way could An Lianye be given the opportunity to let Zi Jinling directly capture Zhu You's body.
"Brother Fan Jia, why don't you give it a try?" An Lianye knew that Chang Fang alone was not enough to disperse the blood mist, but Fan Jia was different. As a fighting madman, his strength was definitely enough.
"A fight?" Fan Jia was a little hesitant. After all, Zhu You's royal aura was so strong that he was tempted. After thinking for a while, he finally nodded.
Wu Dao split a blade of light, opening the way for Chang.
Tsk tsk...
Fierce sounds kept coming from the blood mist.
"So shameless..." Zhu You did not expect that the three of them would actually join forces, especially the three people's methods, which gradually made Zhu You fearful. Although there was blood mist as a barrier, if the blood was really broken, Fog, his strength will be greatly reduced.
Immediately, there was a sharp roar, and in the roar, the blood mist rolled, and thousands of spears were fired, covering the three people like raindrops.
"Hmph!" Zi Jinling shook, and the sound waves formed a defense, blocking all the spears.
"Soul-leaving knife!"
Fan Jia used all his strength, and dark demonic energy burst out from the black sword. During the roll, it was forced into the ten thousand spears, and a passage was opened.
"Not good..." Zhu You hurriedly changed his position to avoid the sword light, and controlled the blood mist with his palm, wrapping the three of them in an instant.
For a time, the mountains and rivers turned pale and turned blood red, and the real hell descended.
"Blood mist - rising!" Zhu You was angry. The three of them were all demonic people with strange skills. They were not afraid of his own blood mist. The rising blood mist gradually formed a river of blood and began to impact the three of them.
What troubled Zhu You the most was the ringtone, which made him unable to concentrate at all and blocked him from controlling his surroundings.
But when the blood river comes, Zhu You is full of confidence again. This is one of his trump cards. As long as the three of them fall into the blood river, it is his chance.
"Not good!" Fan Jiawu's sword felt resistance and hurriedly flipped the sword's light, turning into black light again, lasing in front of Changfang's airflow to clear the way for it. However, he found that his sword's speed had actually slowed down a lot.
"An Lianye, hurry up, open the way for sound waves..." Fan Jia felt that his movements were getting slower and slower, which was not a good sign.
