In an instant, all of Zhang Yang's surroundings were overlapping golden light curtains, which could hardly be counted with the naked eye, as if these hundreds of meters of void were all filled with golden light.

Although this is for me, I can't take it lightly, I need to let this body reach the limit, otherwise, there will be no way to be promoted. ’

Zhang Yang's eyes were solemn, and he completely released the true yuan, no longer leaving any spare strength, and gave it a go.

In the previous two battles, Zhang Yang faced off with the Young Witch Lord and Ansest, and they didn't think that they would break through in battle, but fought desperately, burning all their lives, and finally put them to death and survive, and forcibly opened up a higher-level path.

Therefore, Zhang Yang speculated that the battle still needed to be carried out seriously, otherwise, he didn't need to fight for a long time, just stand and let Mo Fengran fight.

Obviously, it won't be that simple.

Zhang Yang was thinking about it, and that earth-shattering sword had been slashed!

'Boom'

Before the sword pillar arrived, the overwhelming sword intent rolled over like a sea tide, and the power was incomparably huge, and even Yunxia could easily tear it apart. The outermost golden light curtain was also torn apart by the sword intent in two layers.

The next moment, the sword pillar roared!

'Bang Bang'

Like a quick knife cutting iron, the golden light curtain is like a brittle piece of paper, which is cut open layer by layer. Zhang Yang poured all his mana into the hundred light curtains he condensed, and even the iron barrel that a heavy aviation missile could not necessarily tear apart by a close bombardment could not resist Mo Fengran's hundred-year-old sword intent at all.

Mo Fengran's kendo actually belongs to the same type as Ye Kunlun, and they are both the word 'raising'. Back then, Ye Kunlun, because he couldn't find an opportunity to break through, lived alone for sixty years, saved a breath of sword qi, and released it when he was about to fight, which was comparable to the power of the Immortal Monarch.

And Mo Fengran's sword intent has been saved for a hundred years, and it is with a strong desire to win, whether it is condensation or might, it is far several times higher than Ye Kunlun, and it is not at the same level at all.

To get back to the point, Mo Fengran was originally the cultivation of the Great Immortal Monarch, and then fused the hundred-year-old sword intent, and the sword he cast had already exceeded the limit of his own strength, reaching a higher and stronger realm than the Great Immortal Monarch!

'Bang Bang Bang'

With a series of blade-like sounds, the golden light curtain faded layer by layer, and the blade drove straight in, like a crossbow arrow full of attack, instantly approaching within fifty meters of Zhang Yang.

Although there were still the last thirty light curtains in front of Zhang Yang, the chilling sword intent was no longer controlled by the spatial level, crossed the void, and directly rushed towards Zhang Yang.

I saw Zhang Yang's eyes glaze out, and he suddenly raised his palm and shook it in the air.

'Boom'

In the void, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi condensed, turning into a huge golden palm, trying to grasp the blade from the side. But the sword qi was too violent, and before the golden palm could get close, it was torn apart by the sword qi.

"Boom! Boom!"

Zhang Yang was helpless, his right hand clenched, and a punch burst out!

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth were churning, the sun and the moon were overturned, and a fist that was difficult to describe in words, with the momentum of a dragon roaring and a tiger's roar, crashed into the sword qi.

'Click'

Like steel shattering, the fist that was enough to kill the Immortal Monarch was directly slashed and exploded by the sword qi, and the rolling true yuan was all turned into flying ashes and annihilated.

At this time, the sword qi was less than thirty meters away from Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang could even feel that the sharp sword qi seemed to be about to smash himself.

"Cracked! Mountain, River!"

Zhang Yang screamed, raised his left foot, and stomped heavily on the ground.

Suddenly, a white ring full of true elements spread out in a fan-shape. The power carried by this foot has exceeded that of conventional weapons, and it can easily trample on half a small city.

However, the cloud ring slammed on the sword qi, and it couldn't shake it even a bit, and it was directly cut a gap by the sharp sword qi.

'Boom!'

A huge ring of clouds spread out in the blue sky, like a magnificent scene like a nuclear bomb explosion. It's just that there is a break in it, which was cut open by the sword qi.

"Dragon's Finger!"

"Shaoyang Sword!"

"Burning Cloud Hand!"

"Howling in the sky!"

"Cracked mountains and rivers!"

......

I saw Zhang Yang standing on top of the blue sky, waving his hands continuously, and quickly passing through the eighteen styles of fighting, from beginning to end. This martial art of killing the enemy and breaking the formation, just like taking it out, can severely damage the Immortal Monarch, and at this time, it was bombarded in turn, and it was all like paper paste, and it was easily torn apart by the sword qi. Only when Xiao Changkong's fist power bombarded for the second time, the sword qi trembled slightly, but it immediately extinguished the fist strength.

'Shhh ’

The last light curtain was cut, and the cold sword qi roared and shaved his face.

Zhang Yang snorted, took a deep breath, raised his hands, hugged the void, and faced the invasion of sword qi. Then, his palms slammed shut, and he firmly grasped the inch of sword qi in the front.

Seeing this scene, everyone gasped.

This is a flesh and blood body, hard to shake a hundred years of sword intent!

"The mantis arm is a car!

The well-informed old-timer shook his head and sighed.

This Mo Feng has accumulated a sword intent for a hundred years, and with the release of the quasi-divine treasure, it is extremely powerful, and it has surpassed the level of the Immortal Monarch and reached a more unfathomable level. I'm afraid that in today's immortal world, except for Dao Xuan Zhenren, any great immortal monarch standing there has only one way to die.

Such an extreme sword intent, in addition to not being able to split the heavens and the earth, all objects in the world, even mountains, rivers and seas, cannot escape the fate of being split by a sword. Even if others see it, they are afraid to avoid it, how can you catch it with your white jade tender hands?

And so it was.

Zhang Yang's palms, the moment they came into contact with the sword qi, the outermost layer of skin and flesh was crushed by the sword qi, and the dripping blood flowed down the sleeves. But he held on to his breath and clung to the sword qi, as if the bravest matador had clung to the bull's horns.

This sword intent is so powerful that even a nascent innate chaotic body can't resist it.

'Click. ’

With the sound of two bones rubbing, Zhang Yang's hands, flesh and blood were annihilated, revealing gray-white bones. Those bones, all of which were made from chaotic qi, were tempered thousands of times, comparable to the strongest metal in the world, and under the violent roar of the sword qi, they were even smoothed out inch by inch. First the first knuckle, then the second knuckle, then the third knuckle, when all five fingers disappeared, the palm of the hand also turned into ashes.

Not only his hands, but even the other parts of Zhang Yang's body, because they were too close to the sword qi, it was as if they were torn apart by tens of thousands of chainsaws at the same time. Dressed in white, it was crushed almost instantly, and then the skin, flesh and blood, layer by layer, dissolved, especially the front half of the body is the most obvious, the chest is blurred, and the ribs of the white flowers are clearly visible.

At this time, Zhang Yang had already lost his original appearance, and became like a half-human and half-skeleton, as if he was a demon from hell and was receiving divine punishment.

"It's... It's all like this, and you're still holding on?

The Fire Earth Immortal's eyes widened.

"My Buddha is compassionate. ”

Venerable Rulai sighed, with a compassionate face, and chanted Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, as if he was already overtaking Zhang Yang.

The earth-shaking immortal snorted and did not speak.

In the heavens and on the ground, when the others saw this scene, their faces turned pale. Because of this scene, it was so tragic, a person alive, his flesh and blood were torn, and he almost became a skeleton, but he still held on and didn't give up, and they all felt cramping when he saw it.

"Why bother, give up quickly!"

"It's not too much to kill, Mo Fengran is too much, it's so tragic, I'm afraid it's no less than the seventeenth layer of hell. ”

"Alas, now, it's time to hold on..."

Everyone talked about it, and they all felt that Zhang Yang's qi was exhausted and he could give up resistance. Even if he continues to resist, he won't change anything, but he will have to endure unbelievable pain.

Even some outsiders, even like this, for Zhang Yang's own people, it was as if the sky was about to fall.

"Zhang Xianjun!"

On the Xuantie roulette, Rong Yunhe cried loudly. Qing Qingqiang held back her tears, closed her eyes, and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

Outside the thatched house, An Yahui's face was as white as paper, and she sat down on the grass weakly, looking at the scene in the sky, as if her heart was being slashed by thousands of knives.

At this time, in her heart, she also hoped that Zhang Yang could give up resistance and end this pain as soon as possible.

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