"That's right, that's right, I feel the same way. If you don't stop, you will be disturbed. Let's wait for the news."
Huang Feibiao and Huang Feibao always wore the same pants. Of course, he had no objection. Instead, he advised his eldest brother Huang Feihu to relax and not think too much.
The veteran Huang Gun stayed behind in Xiqi. He did not go out to fight these days. He only guarded the city defense with his rich combat experience. He was making the best use of his manpower. At this time, it was related to the affairs of the Huang family, but he didn't say much. He just sighed secretly. Looking at Huang Feihu, he felt slightly dissatisfied.
how to say?
He was a little reluctant to bring back the Dongyi woman in the first place.
Later I discovered that my son has always been like this and has never changed. He has his own purpose and trade-offs in everything he does.
That Dongyi woman is actually very valuable. If everything goes well, it is possible to open a gap and obtain a sun-shooting bow from the Aoki Department. It is not impossible to even support some people to have a relationship with the Dongyi Royal Court. Get it right and achieve something unimaginable.
The plan was good, but the execution was not so smooth.
Success is also emotional, failure is also emotional.
Who knew that Dongyi woman looked gentle and gentle, but had such a fierce temper?
well……
All I can say is that time is destiny.
In this current situation, the identity and status that were obtained after a long period of business and calculation in the past have become a thing of the past.
When I arrived in Xiqi, I had to start again, fighting for my future.
I wonder if he will regret some of the things he did in the past?
…
Yang Lin didn't know whether Huang Feihu would regret it.
But he knew that Yang Jian would regret it very much.
With the infusion of mana and control of the mind, the Qiankun Circle suddenly shot out like thunder and lightning.
Boom...
The big bell rang loudly, and the sound of gold and iron was deafening.
Yang Lin saw that the little fox Cai'er, who had previously shown Qi Qing on her face and looked lifelike, had a flash of astonishment in her eyes. Her head was deformed and twisted by the huge impact of the Qiankun Circle, and her cheeks were deeply sunken. There is also a deep arc-shaped mark protruding from the back of the head.
And that small body, like a cannonball, flew backwards, smashed through more than ten tents, and hit the rocky cliffs.
Rumble.
The cliff completely collapsed.
next moment.
A figure leaped into the sky from the rubble and soil, leaping into the air, with light flowing around him, and his deformed head slowly recovered.
There were two pieces of gold blood hanging in the nose, and it burrowed back like a bug. The center of the brow was cracked, and a vertical eye grew out. The figure grew taller and stronger. He held a three-pointed two-edged knife and stood there twisting his arms. , shaking legs.
While spitting out the dirt in his mouth, he asked with an unhappy face: "How can you tell that I am a fake?"
"Is this still necessary?"
Yang Lin sneered.
Although the little fox was running around and seemed carefree, in fact, this girl was very afraid of death. She never dared to leave her young master too far.
Even if Yang Lin is "cultivating in seclusion", he will still focus on her.
Not only her, but also Aunt Xue.
You know it if you think about it.
This is the person who has been close to him since childhood, and now he is on the battlefield. Although he is far away from the front line, he is not safe.
How thoughtful does he have to be to let these two people run around without any supervision?
As for the people in the Xiqi Formation of Chanjiao, all of them are people who don't care about martial arts, and they have mastered the art of striking first to gain the upper hand.
If the two of them encounter a strong enemy, it will be too late to save them.
Therefore, in the reflection of Yang Lin's heart lake, although the little fox was hiding in the mountains, secretly watching the wind and energy, and cultivating his true energy, he had been obedient and never left his sensing range.
At this time, Yang Jian turned into a little fox and touched him. He spoke clearly about the situation of the battle. Yang Lin could recognize him at a glance even without opening his eyes.
It would be useless even if he looked a hundred times more like him.
The reason why he kept listening and did not take action was because he wanted to hear more information and see what kind of powerful abilities Erlang Shen, who had a great reputation in folklore, had in the age of gods.
Then he saw it.
Let’s not talk about cultivation and magic power for now.
This body has been trained to be really powerful.
No wonder, as a capable general of Xiqi, he worked hard and made countless achievements. He also fought countless fierce battles with the senior immortals without any incident. He persisted until the end and became a god in the flesh. He can be said to be one of the biggest winners.
The fundamental reason was not that his life experience helped him, but that the skills he practiced were powerful.
Yang Lin even felt that it was stronger than the innate immortal aura he secretly learned from little Tang Monk.
His own physical body may not be able to bear it that well.
'Is it the Nine-turn Yuan Gong or the Eight-Nine Mysterious Gong? What has been handed down from the Yuxu Palace lineage should be the Nine Transformation Yuan Gong, which is said to be immortal and indestructible. It can even compare the physical hardness of the monkeys who will be transformed into the Sky Mending Stone in the future. '
However, there is no way to break it.
Yang Lin stretched out his hand and held the Mountain and River Sword in his hand, and said with a smile: "I remember that I have no grudges against you, but today I came to pick a fight. Isn't it because I defeated the four generals of the Demon Family? It gave you the illusion that you really Is he immortal?"
He was smiling, his words were cold and murderous, and the sky suddenly turned dark and cold, as if it was about to snow.
As soon as he struck, Yang Jian's head was flattened, causing blood to spurt out from all his orifices. Although he was repaired, it was not without damage. Yang Lin was indeed qualified to speak.
Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, and he stood there pointing the three-pointed two-edged sword at an angle toward the sky. His face was calm and cold, as if the previous attack did not exist at all: "Everyone can talk big words. If you have the ability, let's survive first."
He is a typical man of action, and he will never push anyone if he can fight.
With a movement of his feet, as if shrinking from the ground, he arrived three feet in front of Yang Lin.
The three-pointed and two-edged sword rotated and turned into a whirlpool of blades, twisting and slashing with exquisite moves and infinite power.
All he could see before his eyes was the dazzling swords and flowers, and the space was split into pieces of tiny star marks. In one move, he was about to cut the opponent in front of him into ten or eight pieces.
The sword comes first, the man and the sword are one.
When the blade frenzy turned around, Yang Lin knew that this man's best skill was actually martial arts. He could use the knife at almost any angle of the body. When wielding a long weapon, it was as light and dense as dancing an embroidery needle. Watertight.
At the same time, as the blade trembled, the rocks and soil on the ground were chopped into fine powder by the infinite force just by the wind of the blade. Amid the billowing smoke and dust, his figure could not even be seen clearly.
"Good martial arts skills."
Yang Lin was happy to see Hunter.
Ever since he arrived in the World of Journey to the West and the World of Conferred Gods, he really hasn't had the time to compete with moves and strength like this.
These people are always equipped with magic weapons, magical powers and attacks. If they fight, they will either die or escape, which is not satisfying at all.
Even the top generals in the mortal world who have trained their Qi and blood to a very high level and actually fight immediately have lost some of their subtleties. Most of them still compete for speed and strength. They are not like Yang Jian who treats martial arts as magical powers. Every move has the power to destroy mountains and seas, but it is condensed into extremely delicate moves.
There is no other secret to this fighting method. It is actually based on strong physical endowment, which is the foundation of the Nine Turns Yuan Gong, so it can be used.
The ultimate explosive impact that is used from time to time is even much stronger than Nezha.
If Nezha fights, he relies on many heads and arms, and dances many magic weapons and weapons to make up for his shortcomings.
Then, Yang Jian only needs one head and two arms to block all sides and destroy everything.
"As expected of a born warrior..."
Yang Lin praised in his mouth without stopping at all.
The sword light flashes like silk, like mist, like mountains and seas.
Sometimes as thin as a line, sometimes as vast as a wave, the sword is divided into five colors, thick and light. With just a mountain and river sword, it can compete with Yang Jian's three-pointed two-edged sword. He just stands there and lets Yang Jian fight. Low, shouting loudly and fighting fiercely, he did not retreat even half a step, just like the green pine on the top of the cliff. When the strong wind hit, he only swayed slightly, but remained motionless.
"If it's just this little power, don't blame me for being cruel."
He seemed to have thousands of hands and eyes, and countless sword lights sprouted from his body like hedgehogs, blocking Yang Jian's horizontal and vertical slashes, and he was still thinking to speak.
"It's shameless to say that your swordsmanship is nothing more than this. It can't hurt me. Master Jiang thinks too highly of you."
Yang Jian groaned. Although he attacked in a hurry, he was not in a hurry.
The two sides fought, and in an instant, Ding Dang Dang made more than a hundred moves, with no one taking advantage.
Although he was shocked by his opponent's superb swordsmanship and powerful strength, he did not think that he would be defeated.
In fact, since he came down from the mountain, he never thought that anyone could really hurt him.
The previous blow from the Qiankun Circle made the blood boil and the spirit shake. However, once the Yuan Gong was turned, it was just the same thing. Now after a while, the injury has already improved, and not a single hair was injured.
If the fight continued like this, even if it lasted for three days and three nights, he would not be afraid at all.
According to Master, unless there are a few magic weapons in the world that can really hurt one's life, generally even if the cultivation level is one or two levels higher, it can only trap oneself at most and cannot hurt the fundamentals.
He didn't believe at all that Yang Lin would have any way to deal with him.
Even if you use those magic weapons, you will only hurt yourself a little bit. Besides, this time, the real attacker is not you, but someone else.
He only needs to hold on for a while.
"Yeah?"
Then look at this sword again.
When the fourth level of mental power is activated, wherever the mind goes, it will kill everything.
Yang Lin laughed. The five-color light on the sword surged, eliminating all the blade light. Suddenly, the silver light flashed, and his figure suddenly moved.
He took one step forward, and the mountains shook. The silver light on his sword suddenly lit up, and he slashed out an arc of a crescent moon, swinging down with the man and his sword.
This sword was silent when it was swung out.
It exceeded the speed of sound and seemed to melt into the moonlight.
Yang Jian was shocked. He had just praised Haikou and his heart was beating wildly. His eyebrows were slightly numb. Before the opponent's sword fell, his body was already feeling pain like thousands of needles.
'No, there's something weird about this sword. '
Being able to become a saint physically and later becoming the number one warrior in heaven, Yang Jian's combat acumen goes without saying.
At this time, as soon as I felt something was wrong, I stepped on my feet, the golden light lit up, and I retreated ten miles.
The three-pointed two-edged sword was like a god, retracted, and blocked in front of him.
Even though he retreated quickly and blocked accurately, he still couldn't defeat this strange killing blow with the sword.
The three-pointed, two-edged knife held horizontally in his hand was like a dead wood meeting a sharp axe, splitting in half with a chirp and a slight vibration.
At the same time, a deep cut with bone visible appeared from the left shoulder to the right hip, and there was a sharp pain in the heart, liver, and spleen, and it was cut in half...
With sharp energy, he moved forward without hesitation, straight through his back, trying to cut off his back and cut himself into two pieces.
The immortal golden body made by the Nine Transformation Yuan Gong is growing like crazy at this time, with blood flowing out, and the repair still can't keep up with the damage.
'It really hurts the foundation. What kind of power is this? '
Master said that there are only a few magic weapons in the world that can hurt you.
However, the opponent did not use any treasures at all, but only relied on magic power and sword skills to damage the Nine-Revolution Yuan Gong Indestructible Body. Could it be...
Yang Jian was so horrified that he couldn't care less about the heroic words he had said before. Without even thinking about it, a golden glow rose from his feet. He had no intention of fighting anymore. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and raised a white light.
A small dog with a thin waist and a sharp mouth appeared on the spot. It was as fast as lightning, its mouth opened wide, and it bit Yang Lin's calf in one bite.
"Good dog."
Yang Lin's feet sank, feeling a slight pain. He staggered, and his next sword cut was crooked.
At this moment, I heard a soft drink.
"Death."
Where the mountains undulated, a ray of golden light, faster than the sound, had already hit the heart.
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