It was the pendant, the spiritual array that emanated at the last moment, that saved one of Yang Shulong's arms, as well as the face of his inner brother.

However, things like this are generally used to save lives, and no one even knows what this thing is unless it is absolutely necessary.

Yang Shulong gritted his teeth and stared at Han Daxiong with an unhappy face, people like Han Daxiong and Han Xiaoyu didn't know how precious spiritual weapons, especially defensive spiritual weapons, could be.

"Still fighting, or fighting, or getting out!"

Han Daxiong looked at Yang Shulong's disgusting expression of swallowing flies, and said impatiently with the heavy sword.

"Okay! I'll let you see today, the stunt of opening the mountain with a sword!"

Yang Shulong turned around slowly, his eyes were full of killing intent, and at this moment, he was completely moved by Han Daxiong's murderous intent.

The long sword trembled slightly, Yang Shulong erected the sword in front of him, his two fingers gently wiped the blade of the sword, and a trace of blood was left on the wall of the Qiushui sword along his fingers.

That trace of blood did not slip down the sword body, but seemed to have spirituality, crookedly carving a mysterious trajectory on the sword body.

"Be careful!"

Tang Ming finally reminded Han Daxiong when he stepped forward with his sword.

Han Daxiong turned around and grinned, but he didn't take Tang Ming's reminder to heart, with the sword just now, he had already tested Yang Shulong's reality and reality.

Tang Ming could also see that Han Daxiong didn't pay attention to his reminder, but after frowning slightly, he didn't say anything.

Han Daxiong took the lead, and the heavy sword in his hand lifted a heavy sword from the bottom up, and countless strong winds tore the air in front of him in an instant.

Yang Shulong, who was on the other side, was blind to this sword at the moment, his fingers were still slightly smearing the blade of the sword, and the trajectory drawn by the bloodshot became more and more obvious.

When the sword was approaching, Yang Shulong looked straight ahead, and then the Qiushui sword in his hand slashed down in the air, and a sword qi as thin as a hair instantly split Han Daxiong's sword in two, and attacked Han Daxiong unabatedly.

As soon as Han Daxiong turned around, he continued to rotate with force, and the heavy sword drew a circle on the spot, and at the same time as he turned and returned to force, his wrist was straightened, and the heavy sword stabbed Yang Shulong with a domineering aura like a wild horse.

Yang Shulong shook the sword body, and the aura engraved on it flickered at this moment, and seven or eight blood-red inscriptions converged at the position of the tip of the sword, like a little blood.

This easily broke through the sword qi of Han Daxiong's heavy sword, and instantly attacked the position of Han Daxiong's eyebrows.

And at this moment, Han Daxiong, because of the heavy sword in his hand leaning forward, had no way to dodge at all, and saw that Han Daxiong was about to die under this sword move.

However, Yang Shulong did not see the slightest look of fear on Han Daxiong's face at this moment, but saw the imperceptible sneer on the corner of that guy's mouth.

Before Yang Shulong could taste the meaning of this sneer, he felt as if his lower abdomen had been hit by a giant hammer, and the aura in the acupoint instantly opened up.

In fact, from the very beginning, Han Daxiong had three points of leeway to make a move, so at the moment when the blood was approaching, he decisively gave up the heavy sword in his hand, and the fist mixed with the slightest trace of the Divine Phoenix Flame and the Erosive Thunder Breath smashed into Yang Shulong's lower abdomen.

The aura of Han Daxiong's realm was not enough to make Yang Shulong fall to the ground, but that trace of intertwined aura made him stand upside down.

The aura that rushed into his body from Han Daxiong's fist was actually slowly devouring the aura emanating from the acupoints around his body, what did it mean?

It means that as long as this breath is not expelled, then his cultivation will one day be swallowed up by this strange breath, and at that time, he will really become a waste.

Even if the power of that trace of breath devouring is not so strong, but if he continues to devour it like this, his cultivation speed in the future will be two percent slower than that of normal people, and if he continues like this, the consequences will undoubtedly be quite terrifying.

Yang Shulong figured out the stakes in an instant, his face instantly turned pale, and he looked up at Han Daxiong with a trace of strong hatred in his eyes.

Han Daxiong was unforgiving, and after winning a punch, he stepped forward and beat Yang Shulong fatly, only after Yang Shulong, who was beaten beyond recognition, then stopped.

And at this moment, Yang Shulong, the terrifying aura flowing in his body has become strong enough, so strong that his realm has been swallowed up and there are signs of falling.

"What I hate the most is a good-faced and evil-faced guy like you, who looks sanctimonious on the surface, but is actually a male thief and a female prostitute. ”

After Han Daxiong finished fighting, he drew out the heavy sword erected by his side in his back hand, turned around and returned to Tang Ming's side.

At this moment, Tang Ming sighed slightly, speaking of which, there was not much grudge between him and this Yang Shulong, if he had changed to himself, someone would be naked in front of his little junior sister, and he didn't know what kind of thing he could do.

Thinking of this, Tang Ming stepped forward and reached out to clasp Yang Shulong's cheek, at this moment, the breath that was originally raging in Yang Shulong's body was absorbed by Tang Ming as if it were peeling off a cocoon.

"I have no grievances with you, and today's events are over. After absorbing that trace of breath, Tang Ming said lightly to Yang Shulong, who was dying on the ground.

Being forgiving and forgiving is not Tang Ming's style of doing things, but doing whatever he wants without self-control is the thing that Tang Ming disdains the most.

Yang Shulong nodded, then waved his hand, and the surrounding green-shirted disciples instantly made way for the three of them, Tang Ming walked towards the Dragon City Academy first, Han Xiaoyu followed, and Han Daxiong walked behind.

"I thought Senior Brother Yang was so powerful, but now it seems that the inner disciples are just like that. A green-shirted disciple pursed his lips, looked at Yang Shulong, who was embarrassed on the ground, and muttered with laughter.

"Shhh

"What are you afraid of, if you lose, you lose, what's wrong with the elder's disciple? Isn't the elder's disciple beaten down by someone?"

The ridicule around him, whether bright or dark, pierced into the ears of Yang Shulong, who was cross-kneeling and recuperating his injuries, like a sharp sword, and his heart was surging, and he almost lost a mouthful of blood.

Suddenly opening his eyes and looking at Han Daxiong, who was gradually disappearing next to the disciple in the green shirt, a trace of fierceness flashed in Yang Shulong's heart.

Tang Ming thought that the two of them didn't have much of a holiday, and in the final analysis, they made a move because the disciple wanted benefits, so after feeling the damage of that trace of breath to Yang Shulong's inner abdominal acupoint, Tang Ming took it out without hesitation.

It's a pity that people don't hurt the tiger, and the tiger is harmful to people.

In Yang Shulong's opinion, whether it was Han Daxiong who beat himself wildly, or Tang Ming who finally took away that trace of breath, in fact, the two of them just wanted to humiliate themselves in front of the disciples of Dragon City.

Yang Shulong's hand slowly reached into his arms, and took out a wooden box the length of a finger from it, and in the wooden box, there was a bloody broken blade.

The whole body of this broken blade revealed a strange aura, and on it, the blood flickered from time to time, not to mention others, even Yang Shulong at this moment, his eyes were red because of the influence of this trace of blood.

"Die!!"

Yang Shulong locked on Han Daxiong's aura, and the residual aura in his body, mixed with a trace of essence and blood, was continuously injected into the broken blade.

The blood-colored broken blade flashed, and the moment his aura locked on Han Daxiong, Han Daxiong rushed forward violently, and the Xuanling shield instantly appeared behind him.

The distance between Yang Shulong and Han Daxiong was only a hundred steps, and the speed of the blood light was unbelievably fast, even Tang Ming only vaguely caught a trace at the moment when the blood burst out.

Thundered!!

A loud bang came, and Tang Ming only felt an extremely bloody and murderous aura rushing straight to his heart, even if he had begun to condense his state of mind now, he inadvertently flashed a trace of crazy killing intent in his heart.

This ray of blood is by no means as simple as killing someone, the aura and thoughts emanating from it are the most terrifying things.

Tang Ming turned around abruptly and took the nearest Han Xiaoyu in his arms, and at this moment, Han Xiaoyu, not only did all the defensive spiritual weapons around his body burst out with a thousand miles of glory, but even the phoenix crown was stimulated by this blood qi to show his true face.

And Han Daxiong, who is in the center of this blood, can imagine his situation at the moment, but as long as he can survive the traction of the idea of killing in the blood, Han Daxiong does not have to die.

The Xuanling Shield emitted infinite brilliance, but this brilliance only appeared for a moment, and then the Xuanling Shield, which could resist the attack of Xiao Zhantian in the Dao Xuan Realm, was instantly shattered into slag.

Yanling's golden armor suddenly burst out with golden light, completely enveloping Han Daxiong, but Tang Ming still keenly heard the sound of gold and iron breaking.

There were a few of the surrounding green-shirted disciples who were close, their eyes were blood-red at the moment, and the long sword in their hands couldn't help but slash towards the same door next to them.

The originally solemn and magnificent gate of the Dragon City Academy had turned into a purgatory at this moment, and many disciples who had not been affected looked at this scene in front of them in horror.

The Divine Phoenix Thunder Flame Spear instantly appeared in Tang Ming's hand, and a little cold light rushed away from the circle of golden mangs surrounding Han Daxiong, and then he saw that Han Daxiong's chest was broken out of a bloody hole at this moment.

Tang Ming suddenly discovered that the bloody remnant blade seemed to have spirituality, stabbing at Han Daxiong's chest, greedily devouring Han Daxiong's blood.

Immediately no longer hesitated, Tang Ming slammed his fingers into the wound on Han Daxiong's chest, and his two fingers slammed into the end of the blade, pulling the blood out of Han Daxiong's chest.

At the same time that Tang Ming pulled out the broken blade, the golden mangs on Han Daxiong's body also quickly dissipated, and Han Daxiong, whose face was pale, fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Nobita!!"

Xiao Yu immediately swept to Han Daxiong's side, and after testing Han Daxiong's snort, he took out a delicate jade bottle with his backhand, no matter what elixir was in it, after breaking Han Daxiong's mouth, he just poured it in.

Tang Ming raised his finger slightly, and the trace of blood was still struggling between his fingers, and a trace of blood also slowly flowed down Tang Ming's fingers.

This thing can actually hurt itself?!

Looking at the blood flowing from his fingers, Tang Ming's heart couldn't help but feel a little shocked.