"When~~"
There was a loud bang.
The sword light burst out, and a strong wind blew the bonfires everywhere, igniting the dry hut.
"Dragon Elephant Golden Body?"
The giant man held a knife in both hands and blocked the door like a door god. He watched Yang Gang use his strength to turn around in the air and pull Zhao Ling back into the depths of the hut.
"It turned out to be just a small body refining realm...it was you who took her to hide from me for two and a half years!" The strong man suddenly stepped forward and roared angrily.
"You can't find us for two and a half years. Are you a fool or an idiot? But...you are quite perseverant."
Yang Gang held a long knife, guarding Zhao Ling behind him, and sneered disdainfully.
At the same time, a trace of doubt flashed in my heart, what is the key to the Beihan Tribulation Monument? They actually let people from the Giant God Clan squat with them in Beizawa for two and a half years!
Raging flames were ignited everywhere in the house, and Yang Gang saw the face of the person coming clearly. The three-meter-tall giant man was holding a wide steel knife. It was the Zhen Gang Realm giant headed by the Giant God Clan who massacred the Zhao family in the storm that night. Chinese.
The other party was now dressed as a hunter, with a full beard. He looked no better than the two of them who had lived in the past two years.
No wonder he is full of resentment!
"Hmph, looking for death!"
The giant man waved his broad sword and swatted at Yang Gang like a door leaf, "Remember, the person who killed you is Song Jian of the Giant God City!"
The sword has not yet arrived.
Wisps of sharp Gang Qi were the first to hit his face.
"Be careful." Zhao Ling exclaimed.
Yang Gang grabbed her waist and threw her against the wall behind her. Zhao Ling broke through the wall and rolled to the ground. However, Yang Gang himself faced Song Jian with a knife.
'Dangdangdang~~'
The two sides fought together instantly.
Fire and knife light splashed fiercely, cold murderous intent intertwined with flames, wisps of sharp Gang Qi spilled out from the broad knife like splashing water, like small knives carving blood marks on Yang Gang's body.
The Gang Qi of a strong man in the True Gang Realm cannot be resisted!
Yang Gangru walked on the tip of the knife, but found that he had avoided the Gang Qi and was only slightly at a disadvantage. The opponent's power, compared to myself who possesses the golden body of the Great Sun Demon Dragon and Elephant... does not seem to have the overwhelming advantage as imagined!
This was unexpected.
at the same time.
Song Jian, who was wielding his sword in full swing and unleashing his powerful energy, also had a serious look on his face.
This power, this speed...the boy opposite has cultivated an extraordinary golden body of dragon and elephant!
"Fengtian!"
The long sword in Yang Gang's hand suddenly burst out with a red blade shape and struck Song Jian hard.
There was just a 'ding' sound, and the light of the sword seemed to hit gold and iron, and a circle of invisible and qualitative ripples appeared on the surface of the giant god man's body.
Yang Gang's expression changed and he quickly retreated.
A large knife as wide as a door panel instantly fell to his original position, sinking three feet deep into the ground.
"In the True Gang Realm, protect the outer Gang?"
Yang Gang looked up at the giant man who was walking heavily step by step.
"The power of three dragons and three elephants, the perfect golden body... What you practice is the top level of the body refining realm."
Song Jian came over dragging his broadsword, his expression a little more dignified than before. His momentum suddenly increased sharply, but he finally became serious.
'Dong dong dong'
The violent heartbeat was clearly audible in the dark night.
The golden body of the Great Sun Demon God Yanyang Dragon Elephant began to move. Yang Gang felt the powerful power of the three dragons and three elephants. His heart was like a water pump, and he was furiously swallowing Qi and blood and rushing in the meridians and blood vessels.
A faint red light overflowed from his body, eventually condensing onto his body a three-meter-high humanoid form of illusory energy and blood.
"really."
Song Jian's eyes narrowed, "Perfect Golden Body... we can't give this kid a chance to grow up!"
He suddenly shouted loudly, and his whole body instantly turned into a hurricane, with a broad knife like a roll, rushing into the hut in a sea of fire.
"Mountains and seas!"
A quiet voice sounded from the sea of fire.
As soon as Song Jian entered the sea of fire, he saw Yang Gang with his sword in front of him, and there was an inexplicable aura of etherealness about him, like a vast mountain and sea, and like a fairy mountain rock.
His whole body was shocked by the aura.
"This is impossible!" Song Jian's eyes were about to burst, and he watched helplessly as a blazing sword-shaped sword of energy and blood jumped out and struck heavily on the Gang Qi outside his body, as if a big sun was crazily burning the body-protecting Gang Qi.
"One knife."
Yang Gang exerted all his strength and pressed down the sword fiercely.
Finally breaking through Song Jian's body-protecting aura.
"ah--"
The giant god clan man roared violently, broke free from the inexplicable restraints, and his body tilted subconsciously.
There was a 'pop' sound and blood splattered.
Boom boom boom~
Song Jian's heavy body retreated continuously, avoiding Yang Gang's fierce pursuit with several knives, and only then did he have time to lower his head and look at his waist.
Blood and flesh tumbled from the deep incision, and strips of green intestines could be vaguely seen.
call--
Another knife struck like a mountain and sea.
Yang Gang's expression behind the sword was calm, and his eyes were fixed on Song Jian's heart.
The last knife missed, what about the next one? How to pick up the injured Song Jian?
By this point in the battle, the situation had completely reversed.
"Hahahaha, good boy"
Song Jian laughed angrily and looked at the approaching Yang Gang who suddenly turned around and flew into the air ten meters away.
Then he wielded a broadsword as wide as the door panel and slashed at Yang Gang with a huge beam of energy.
"Can you still fly?"
Yang Gang frowned for a while, put away his sword and stood up, avoiding the oncoming sword gang.
Those who are strong in the Zhen Gang realm have cultivated the Wai Gang, and can already fly through the air for a short period of time, establishing themselves in an invincible position.
"You can dodge one knife, but you can dodge ten or a hundred?" Song Jian endured the pain and said with an angry smile: "I didn't want to use this method to deal with you. It's just your kid's magic sword skills... .It’s so unreasonable!”
"Suffer death!" After saying that, he rained down swords on Yang Gang's position.
Boom, boom, boom~~
Dust flew, the earth cracked and gulled, and huts burned in the night.
The battlefield between the two has already reached the hillside.
Yang Gang carefully avoided Dao Gang. The distance of more than ten meters allowed him to prepare in advance. However, he tried to get close to Song Jian several times, but was separated by the opponent's flying pass.
"It's really not that easy to kill someone in the True Gang realm."
The other party was so shameless in the True Gang Realm, and there was nothing he could do about it.
far away.
Zhao Ling had a worried look on his face, biting his lips and not daring to make a sound, for fear of distracting Yang Gang.
The dust gradually filled the entire hillside and drowned Yang Gang's figure.
"Boom!"
Another huge blade penetrated the dust, and there was a huge earthquake, and Song Jian's face showed joy.
"bingo!"
But he was not impulsive, but was vigilant with the knife.
After a while, the dust dispersed somewhat.
Yang Gang knelt on one knee, holding a long knife against his chest. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. The blade could no longer withstand the huge force and broke in half.
The shaky figure looked like he was seriously injured.
"snort."
Song Jian showed a trace of amusement on his face.
Finally gained the upper hand!
What about the perfect golden body with the power of three dragons and three elephants? It's still not possible to resist Dao Gang in the True Gang Realm!
"Let's finish it."
Song Jian raised the broadsword and slowly gathered strength, "Kill you and get the key, just in time for this grand gathering..."
this moment.
An extremely strong aura emerged from his body, and he was about to launch a fatal blow.
"No!"
With a mournful scream, Zhao Ling held a spear and rushed towards him like crazy without any hesitation.
"Ha~~ You don't overestimate your capabilities."
Song Jian glanced at it and showed a sneer. The broad sword swung down towards Yang Gang - "Giant God, Heavenly Sword!"
'This is the time! '
Yang Gang, who was kneeling on one knee, suddenly lit up his eyes.
Little bits of fire light overflowed from the sea of self-consciousness, like two golden suns suddenly appearing in the night sky.
"Great Sun Burning Heaven Yuanshen, go!"
His eyes condensed, and two golden suns formed into a single line and shot out from between his eyebrows.
"What?"
Song Jian froze, and the broad sword that had been charging for a long time quickly turned around.
Then he saw a ray of golden sword light cutting through the night. Dazzling, dazzling...cut through the dark night and passed through his chest.
The body-protecting aura was penetrated instantly like paper, and he only had time to think of a thought: What a fast... knife.
'Boom~'
The three-meter-tall figure collapsed into the dust.
Song Jian's mouth was overflowing with streams of blood and tiny fragments of internal organs, and he couldn't stop it.
"How is it possible... how is it possible that my Titan Heavenly Sword could lose to..." He looked at the sky unwillingly, the feeling of death pressing into his heart.
Blackness gradually filled his eyes.
"What is the Beihan Tribulation Monument and what is the Four Directions Gathering?"
Yang Gang's quiet voice sounded.
Unexpectedly, he couldn't feel the slightest hint of injury or weakness.
How can a golden body with the power of three dragons and three elephants be taken lightly? If it weren't for the fight against the True Gang Realm, which requires extreme concentration of strength, this mountain would have been blown into ashes by them.
"Beihan Tribulation Monument..."
"Sifang Gathering... Sifang City..." Song Jian smiled bitterly, his eyes gradually losing color.
A final thought flashed through my mind: It turns out that facing him... I have never had the upper hand.
