At the same time as Yang Zhen jumped up, Yu Bing's face flashed pale, as if Yang Zhen's punch was enough to drain away all her spiritual power.
"Mountain outside the mountain..."
"Otherland..."
The entire ten-foot radius was shrouded in golden divine light. The golden flame danced with Yang Zhen's fist, like a blazing sun stirring up the wind and clouds. The entire battlefield became completely hot as Yang Zhen erupted.
"Canglan Tyrant Body is well-deserved..." Jiang Che looked at this scene and couldn't help but think of the figure who occupied the first place in the Prince's Palace at that time.
"I didn't expect that in just a few months, the growth of Canglan's hegemonic body would be so terrifying. Ahem..." Jiang Che coughed blood, staining a large piece of brocade on his chest red. The iron-toothed tiger's kick almost killed Jiang Che. half life.
"No wonder Master often warns us that although we are the guardian sect of Qishan Mountain, we must not go deep into the depths of Qishan Mountain. If a few more of such ferocious beasts come, even a strong mountaineer will be devastated..." Jiang Che was really moved. The Iron-toothed Tiger was only at the peak of the sixth level, but it already had such tenacious vitality. I really didn't know how strong the seventh-level ferocious beast in the deepest part of Qishan Mountain would be.
Jiang Che protruded a mouthful of black blood and immediately started to recover with his legs crossed.
The iron-toothed tiger in the center was not feeling well at all. He kept venting his anger. His eyes were burning, and he finally saw the man with golden flames all over his body.
Roar!
The tiger's roar was a bit hoarse, but it did not affect the power of the iron-toothed tiger at all.
The tail behind it circled, trying to wrap around Yang Zhen, but it found that when it turned around, the wound on its neck was like a spring, and blood was constantly spurting out.
The rogue Iron-toothed Tiger can only run with his own limbs, but every time he runs, the wounds left by Dongfang Ye on his body will be affected. The strange pain makes the Iron-toothed Tiger's face ferocious, especially the word "王" on his forehead. It was constantly twisting and full of blood, making the majestic face even more terrifying.
Roar!
The iron-toothed tiger roared, trying to scare away Yang Zhen with its roar, but at this moment it realized that its roar had lost its previous power, and had even become hoarse due to the impact of the wound on its neck.
The sharp claws were exposed to the air, but there was a feeling of being helpless.
Huhu...
The golden flames came closer, and with lightning speed, they actually caused the temperature of the surrounding air to rise, like the setting sun.
Even Yang Zhen, who was involved, had never thought that his punch could be so powerful.
Yang Zhen's rectum was deeply rooted, but feeling the power of this punch, Yang Zhen finally understood why Yu Bing looked so angry when he took away his Yuan Yin.
It is not without reason that the Jade Yin Divine Body is one of the top ten divine bodies.
Yang Zhen tasted the sweetness and seemed to suddenly feel that he was really neglecting Yu Bing.
The punch approached quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of the Iron-toothed Tiger.
Sizzling...
There was a burning smell in the air, and the golden radiance actually ignited the hair of the iron-toothed tiger.
The fist was only three feet away from the iron-toothed tiger.
However, Yang Zhen also felt resistance. The iron-toothed tiger's aura was too strong, especially the aura of a superior person, which made Yang Zhen's fists gradually slow down.
However, this is impossible to keep Yang Zhen away.
The fist changed, and the golden light gathered on the fist in an instant. Yang Zhen's face was reflected by the high temperature, and his eyes were flashing with layers of flames.
"Beast, die!" At this moment, Yang Zhen was dominating the world, like a true God of War, moving forward indomitably, even if there was an abyss ahead, he would not hesitate to fight.
All his thoughts, all his strength, all his anger turned into one punch.
Unparalleled punch.
This moment belongs to Yang Zhen alone.
Even the old man who had been watching the battle in the sky couldn't help but be moved at this moment, because he not only saw the Canglan Overlord Body, but also saw the explosion of a Canglan Overlord Body.
"This punch has surpassed the limit of the eighth level of the Mountain Building Realm and reached the peak of the ninth level. It is truly a fighting divine body." The old man clearly knew that this guy with a divine body was only at the sixth level of the Mountain Building Realm. At the pinnacle of the realm, he can explode nearly nine times the explosive power. This kind of genius will be the pride of heaven no matter where he goes.
"No wonder Che'er has been in seclusion since she went to the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya. It seems to have been a big blow to Che'er."
The Iron-toothed Tiger is still struggling. Although the various wounds on his body make it unable to move, it does not mean that the Iron-toothed Tiger will wait for death.
Just when Yang Zhen's fist was about to touch Iron-toothed Tiger, Iron-toothed Tiger's body finally changed.
The red light flashed, different from the red of blood, more like a flame.
"Be careful..." Yang Pi struggled to remind him.
A trace of solemnity also flashed across Yang Zhen's face. Unexpectedly, Iron-toothed Tiger hadn't given up yet and actually released his soul fire at this critical moment.
Huhu...
Yang Zhen only felt that his fist was being burned by the high temperature.
"Ah..." Yang Zhen roared, and his long hair also showed a golden light against the golden light.
boom!
Rumble…
The ultimate collision.
Yang Zhen punched the lower part of Iron-toothed Tiger's neck.
Roar……
A scream came.
The eight-foot-long body of the Iron-toothed Tiger flew backwards.
Even though the Iron-toothed Tiger was huge, it was still difficult for it to withstand this punch.
boom! boom! boom……
Flying upside down along the way, dozens of towering trees fell down.
Yang Zhen didn't feel it at all. Although the punch was effective, the strength of Iron-toothed Tiger's physical body and the burning of the soul fire caused Yang Zhen to be bounced away the moment his fist made contact.
"Pfft..." Golden blood spilled into the air.
"Yang Zhen..." Yu Bing struggled to catch Yang Zhen, but his body was empty and he couldn't get up at all.
boom……
Yang Zhen landed and screamed.
"Damn it..."
At this moment, Yang Ning, who had been adjusting his breath not far away, stood up.
Yang Zhen landed not far from him.
"Are you okay?" Yang Ning smelled.
Yang Zhen struggled to get up, but the real numbness in his arms made it impossible for Yang Zhen to exert any force.
"Go and kill that beast..." Yang Zhen's mouth was covered with golden blood. Although the Iron-toothed Tiger was blown away nearly a hundred feet by his punch, Yang Zhen knew that his punch would at best knock the Iron-toothed Tiger's body into the air. The wounds were getting worse, but they were far from being beheaded.
"Don't worry, the rest is up to me..." Yang Ning stepped heavily on the dead leaves, making various mixed sounds, but she revealed her confidence.
"Huh?" The old man high in the sky was also surprised, because he could feel that this kid seemed to be getting stronger again.
"I didn't expect that among these people, he is the strongest." Although the old man's mental power is not strong, the analogy of the mind has many wonderful uses. The old man continued: "One sword bone, two divine bodies, and one with a special artistic conception. , plus a half-animal body, but he doesn’t want to be inferior to his sword bones, it’s really strange..." Just when the old man wanted to gather his mental power to carefully explore Yang Ning, he suddenly found that his mental power seemed to be difficult to see through the other party. , especially the opponent's sea of consciousness, which is actually covered by a gray mist.
"How could this happen?" The old man was shocked.
At this moment, Yang Ning moved below.
The sword struck like a giant, leaving only a streak of blood on the spot.
Broken sword.
Thirty.
Yang Ning's aura was unprecedentedly powerful, but it converged at one point, like a rocket traveling at extremely high speeds, and the surrounding air burned under the friction.
The target is directly at the iron-toothed tiger who is hundreds of feet away.
The "Bing" character formula and the "Xing" character formula are all used, and they are all blessed on one sword.
Although there was only one cluster of terrifying power and murderous aura, anyone could see that this sword had far exceeded Yang Zhen's punch just now.
"I didn't expect that he has become so strong..." Jiang Che had a solemn look on his face.
Is a sword king really about to rise?
Jiang Che looked at the extreme red light, which was as bright as lightning, and suddenly a sad emotion surged in his heart.
Living in the same era as this kind of person can spur oneself to grow, but will always be under his light, which is both lucky and unfortunate.
The iron-toothed tiger was still struggling with its huge body. Various pains on its body made its movements very slow, and various low moans echoed around it.
Bursts of red light lingered on the Iron-Toothed Tiger's body, and the soul fire gradually burned around the huge body. This was the Iron-Toothed Tiger's self-protection, and it also had the effect of nip in the bud.
Blood continued to gush out along with the wounds on the body, especially the huge wound on the Iron-toothed Tiger's neck, which had made its vitality weaker and weaker, but the Iron-toothed Tiger also understood that it was not the time to recover yet.
Roar!
A low roar expressed his anger.
Giggle...
The four sharp teeth kept grinding and making sounds, as if they were going to chew up all the people in this group.
But it's a pity that it won't be given such a chance.
Huhu...
The distance of a hundred feet was almost useless to Yang Ning at this moment.
Only three breaths of time have passed by.
The red light left behind a sword mark that could not be healed for a long time and burned.
"Death!" Yang Ning's voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the mountain.
Shen Feng finally showed his power.
Sizzling...
The sounds of clashing swords and soul fire could be heard in the air.
However, the power of Shen Feng and Yang Ning's endurance clearly exceeded Tie-Tooth Tiger's expectations.
In fact, this is not the fault of Iron-toothed Tiger. After all, Iron-toothed Tiger never knew that Yang Ning once experienced pain comparable to purgatory in order to absorb the soul fire of Fat Yi. You must know the soul fire left by Fat Yi. Fire is the soul fire of the seventh-level ferocious beast, which is one level higher than the iron-toothed tiger.
Yang Ning couldn't even feel the barrier formed by the iron-toothed tiger's soul fire. The killing sword was like piercing cotton, and it was impossible to be blocked.
Roar?
The iron-toothed tiger's eyes were full of disbelief. How could this happen? This was his strongest trump card and his last resort to save his life. How could it have no effect?
The "King" is becoming more and more distorted, now deformed, and the yellow and black stripes are struggling, but all movements are in vain.
Because Yang Ning's sword is too strong.
The aura of collapse instantly overwhelmed the Iron-toothed Tiger.
laugh!
A sound piercing the skin echoed in the forest.
Roar……
A tiger roar echoed, roaring hysterically, but as the sound became longer and longer, it became weaker and weaker.
As the power of collapse poured out, the iron-toothed tiger's vitality disappeared little by little.
Yang Ning controlled the killing sword, and violent power continued to flow into the body of the iron-toothed tiger with Yang Ning's palm.
Then Yang Ning's hand turned over.
Kaka...
The tearing force followed Yang Ning's sword and completely stirred up the iron-toothed tiger's body.
Deadly!
The black death energy also entered the body of the iron-toothed tiger along with Yang Ning's killing sword.
The life force disappears even more quickly.
"Die..." Yang Ning roared.
…
Bang...
The killing sword fell to the ground and made a clear buzzing sound.
At this moment, Yang Ning felt exhausted. The air around him gradually became quieter, and the surroundings that were originally filled with smoke and dust gradually became calm.
"Dead?" Dongfangye couldn't believe it.
The hero also hurriedly sent out a mental exploration, but the body of Iron-toothed Tiger was motionless and completely lifeless.
"Finally dead..." The hero's tense nerves finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Finally dead..." Yang Zhen struggled to finish and fainted completely.
After a single battle, Yang Ning and his team, including Jiang Che, were seriously injured. Even Yang Ning, who made up his sword at the end, was drained of all his spiritual power by an overloaded sword.
"Finally killed..." Yang Ning gasped, sitting weakly against the body of the iron-toothed tiger. A ferocious beast at the peak of the sixth level was too strong. Even if it was killed at this moment, Yang Ning I don’t want to face it a second time.
