"Me compared to him?"
Li Jin was startled for a moment, then smiled sadly.
"Compared with him... I am far inferior!"
"Although the sword in my hand has not fought against the Yunzhong Swordsman's Cloud-turning Sword. But I once met the magician Pang Yuan on Jiangnan Road. With just one move... I was defeated by his invincible magic fist. "
"One move... is the magician so powerful?" Yang Gang looked surprised.
In his eyes, Li Jin, who entered the fairyland first in Qingyun, was already quite extraordinary.
But Li Jin couldn't make a single move under the magician, and it would be the same when he met Lang Baiyun.
I never imagined that there is such a big gap between Qingyun No. 1!
"Junior Brother Yang."
Li Jin suddenly said solemnly: "I hope you can understand that the fairyland... is the real beginning for us. Before, under the Yuanshen realm, it was just a small fight."
"Don't be complacent and act recklessly."
"Otherwise, that mythical genius who went deep into the demon realm and killed thousands of demons alone was a role model!"
"Yang Gang was taught."
Yang Gang clasped his fists with his hands and looked serious.
But he thought in his heart: You can lose so quickly, is it possible that you haven't met that... pagoda in your life?
"Old man, give me another bottle of wine."
Li Jin suddenly shouted.
Then he looked up at the sky.
"strangeness."
"This battle between You and Ao Bai, logically speaking, they shouldn't have come...why..."
boom!
In the sky, the two geniuses of the previous generation were about to separate.
The magician Pang Yuan had his bare hands and a cold and evil look on his face.
Lang Baiyun, the swordsman in the cloud, had a calm look on his face. He only had a cloud-like white long sword, revealing a terrifying murderous intent.
In all directions of Longmen Grottoes, countless swords were buzzing and trembling due to the sword intent.
"Brother Lang, we are not here today to fight for life and death." Magician Pang Yuan said calmly.
"...Okay. I'll kill you when this thing is over." Lang Baiyun calmly put away the Yun Sword.
Under the light and windy look, there seemed to be endless undercurrents tumbling.
"Here comes the wine!"
On the stone cliff.
The old man walked over with a jar of wine in his arms.
He put the wine jar down and asked with a smile: "My dear guests, the weather is still cold, does this wine need to be warmed?"
"Well..." Yang Gang was about to speak.
Suddenly I saw lightning and thunder in the distant sky, and clouds and mist were rolling.
A long, snow-white dragon winds its way out of the wind and waves. Behind it are thousands of aquatic animals, shrimp soldiers and crab generals, waving flags and shouting, and the sound of drums is loud. It can be said that the momentum is huge and the pomp is astonishing.
"coming."
Li Jin paused with the wine glass in his hand on the table.
"It's time to come."
A smile appeared on Yang Gang's lips, and an allusion suddenly came to his mind.
He turned around and asked: "Old man, how long does it take to warm this wine?"
"About three-quarters of an hour." The old man scratched his head.
"Three quarters of an hour... is enough." Yang Gang nodded and glanced at the sky.
Then he put down his wine glass and chopsticks.
He stood up suddenly and took off the hat on his head.
Then he turned to the old man and said, "Please help me warm the wine, Yang."
"Ah... come as soon as you go?" The old man was holding the wine jar with a confused look on his face.
Suddenly.
When the people around him heard this, they all cast surprised glances.
Where is he going?
I saw a tall and muscular young man dressed in black, with a handsome face, and an ordinary long knife on his waist. Shi Shiran stepped out of the stone cliff with one step, his feet dangling in the air as if he were walking on flat ground.
"Who is he? At this time..."
Everyone stared at the young man in a daze, walking step by step towards the Longmen Grottoes, which was thousands of feet high in the sky.
The thought of one suddenly came into my mind.
"Couldn't he just be..."
"Mythical genius—Sword Demon Yang Gang!"
"It's him? It turns out that he has already arrived!"
Suddenly.
The sky turned gloomy, and a gloomy wind blew inexplicably.
Everyone's bodies trembled subconsciously, and they felt an inexplicable coldness coming from their bones.
"It's the most evil wind disaster!"
"It's indeed him!"
"This sword demon... actually wants to cross the three tribulations of the soul in front of Longmen Grottoes? And then..."
"Then he slays the real dragon in reverse! With his soul, he slays the Immortal Realm. Completely achieving his reputation as a genius!"
"He is worthy of being the number one in Qingyun in the past five hundred years. He is courageous and courageous!" Everyone became excited.
Because of Yang Gang's actions, a heroic passion surged in his heart.
"This is how a young man should be! This is how a young man should be!"
"Ouch——"
An angry dragon roared.
Ao Bai, who was in the sky in the distance, finally saw Yang Gang's appearance at this time, and suddenly roared angrily. Only now he has been promoted to Yuan Shen...it seems that he looks down upon his fairyland!
"In order to kill you, oh... do you know how much suffering I suffered!" Ao Bai roared angrily, unfolding his 300-foot-long dragon body, winding and flying under the Longmen Grotto, wrapping around the ancient Dragon Gate in circles. .
A pair of huge dragon eyes glared at Yang Gang who was coming step by step.
In his hand was the magic knife that once cut him in two.
"Wait, where is your knife?" Ao Bai suddenly roared.
"To kill you...why do I need a sword?"
Yang Gang came through the air, stood in front of the thousand-foot-high Longmen Grottoes, and said calmly.
The implication.
Why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken?
"you--"
Ao Bai's dragon body suddenly wrapped around the Longmen Grotto, his expression extremely angry.
Yang Gang's small figure stood in front of him, like an ant facing a towering tree.
However.
These contemptuous words came from the mouth of this little 'ant'.
How could Ao Bai, who had just entered the fairyland and was so arrogant and arrogant, not be angry?
"die!"
A streak of white flame suddenly spurted out from Ao Bai's mouth.
It is this white flame that announces that the Battle of Dragon Gate has officially begun!
Ding~~
Crisp vibrations resounded throughout the sky.
The mortal sword on Yang Gang's waist appeared in front of him at some point.
He held the knife with one hand and gently held it against the white flames rising into the sky.
It was the most common steel knife in the world. The blade was sharp and flexible. In the hands of a peerless swordsman, it might be able to easily cut through any flesh and blood body in the world. But facing the white flames of this fairyland, it seems that it will collapse at any time.
However.
It was also the most common long sword in the world, but it resisted Ao Bai's fairyland dragon flame.
There was no wind or waves in front of Yang Gang.
At this moment, his aura was condensed to the extreme.
Li Jin, Pang Yuan, Lang Baiyun, Ao Jiufeng... all the audience members showed their admiration in their eyes.
Yang Gang's understanding of the principles of the human world has reached the extreme, even far surpassing Ao Bai who spent decades in the realm of Yuanshen before entering the fairyland.
Even though he has just... just entered the Yuan Shen.
Yes.
At this time, Yang Gang was still going through the three tribulations of Yuan Shen, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.
The endless evil wind seemed to be everywhere, and the Golden Body of the Hundred Tribulation Demon God with the power of Nine Dragons and Nine Elephants could not resist the invisible wind.
The dark wind blew into his sea of consciousness, blowing on the huge sun of the soul.
But no matter what...it couldn't make any waves.
Even in the Yinfeng tribulation, there is nothing he can do about Yang Gang.
He raised his head and let out a sigh.
"break."
All of a sudden.
The clouds and mist in the sky dissipated, and the evil wind disaster was over.
Afterwards.
Just after the wind disaster, the fire disaster comes again.
call--
The terrifying scorching sun energy fell from the clouds of fire, burning Yang Gang's body and soul crazily.
"good chance!"
Ao Bai's eyes lit up, and suddenly the dragon's body spread out and flew straight towards Yang Gang.
At the same time, he spit out streams of dragon flames from his mouth.
"Don't spray me with your spit!"
Yang Gang frowned, showing a look of disgust.
Then he waved his hand and slashed.
The cascading sword lights, like mountains and seas, instantly pushed back the white flames that filled the sky.
Ao Bai was caught off guard and was sprayed in the face by his own white flames, which made him extremely embarrassed.
Rumble——
The sky seemed furious.
Those clouds of heaven and earth calamity, it seemed that the pure Yang fire calamity was completely unable to do anything to Yang Gang's terrifying physique.
Suddenly thunder rolled, and purple thunder tribulations fell directly.
"That's it?"
Yang Gang couldn't help but flash a trace of disappointment in his eyes.
This purple thunder tribulation is called the 'Pure Yang Hunyuan Thunder Tribulation'.
He had already experienced it when Bai Suqing was going through the tribulation.
How could the Chunyang Hunyuan Thunder Tribulation, which even Bai Suqing couldn't do anything about, make him feel pressured?
"well……"
Yang Gang sighed.
Then he didn't care about the lightning strikes from the sky hitting him one after another, and flew directly towards Ao Bai to kill him.
There are bursts of cold light, and the sword is as long as yesterday.
Yes.
Ao Bai in Wonderland did not put a lot of pressure on him.
Yang Gang actually never paid attention to this former defeated general.
During this trip to Longmen, he just wanted to use the pressure of the fairyland to completely refine his Yuan Shen through the three tribulations.
Wash away the wisps of the worldly atmosphere, and your promotion will be complete.
However.
The third tribulation of the Yuan Shen has arrived, and the huge sun of the Yuan Shen in his consciousness sea is still mottled with wisps of mixed auras of the human world.
If you can survive the catastrophe of the soul like this.
In the future, he will probably have to spend a lot of time and energy to refine and refine his soul before he can step into the fairyland.
Sometimes, it is not necessarily a benefit to practice so that the soul is too strong!
"Ouch——"
Ao Bai's body shone brightly, and bits of pure star power immediately merged into Sen Bai's dragon flames and sprayed towards Yang Gang.
at the same time.
Thunder rolled in the sky.
He actually used the dragon clan's ability to move clouds and spread rain, crazily increasing the power of thunder and calamity in the sky.
The two kinds of thunder were stacked together and fell on Yang Gang like raindrops.
However.
He actually had no intention of resisting at all.
He even opened his arms and let the lightning blast into his body, with a cheerful smile on his face.
"you……"
Ao Bai was furious.
Yang Gang's repeated slights made Ao Bai completely furious.
The dragon's head turned.
It hit Yang Gang directly, and the endless power of stars gathered between the dragon's horns.
However.
Yang Gang still stood firm and motionless.
Under the surprised gazes of countless people, Ao Bai was allowed to hit his head.
boom!
The sky shook, and the sea raised waves hundreds of feet high.
A sun-like spirit suddenly rose above Yang Gang's head, and collided directly with Ao Bai's dragon horn.
Boom!
The dazzling light was like the sun exploding, covering everyone's sight.
Shock!
Above the East China Sea, all the humans, immortals, and monsters watching the battle were stunned.
This sword demon Yang Gang, the mythical genius... what on earth is he thinking?
Why did he...
"you--"
Ao Bai made a surprised and stunned voice.
His voice was like a loud bell, resounding through everyone's eardrums.
"How dare you borrow the power of my consciousness to overcome the catastrophe of the soul and use it to purify your own soul?"
(End of chapter)
