The white-haired old woman felt that the two hands of Yang Xianmao, which she was grabbing, sent two strange forces, one was blazing hot and the other was extremely cold. Wherever the pen and fun pavilion www.biquge.info passed, his skin and bone meridians were tormented, and he quickly attacked his body.

This is Yang Xianmao's last resort.

Yang Xianmao had just faced the seventh-level powerhouse who had been hiding and not using it. If you unleash the true fire of yin and yang, there is no chance of victory. But he didn't use it, he was afraid that the white-haired old woman would be on guard against the enemy's opportunity. He had to take advantage of his unpreparedness to kill the white-haired old woman in one fell swoop, and then deal with the seventh-level Khitan powerhouse, so he would be more sure.

So he has been delaying until now, and only then did he cast the peerless Yin and Yang True Fire, which were transmitted from the contact of the palm held by the other party.

The white-haired old woman couldn't help but be shocked, and immediately mobilized the vitality of her whole body to quickly counterattack, forcing the Xuanyin True Fire and Chiyang True Fire that rushed over into her body out of her body.

Unexpectedly, this old woman's internal strength was really strong, and she actually forcibly intercepted and forced him back with the Yin and Yang True Fire, which Yang Xianmao had never encountered.

Yang Xianmao took a deep breath and raised all the yin and yang true fire in the dantian to the left and right hands, and forcibly rushed towards the other party.

However, when the Yin and Yang True Fire divided into left and right directions and entered the opponent's palm, it encountered strong resistance, and it was as if it had hit a tough mountain, and it was impossible to move forward an inch at all.

The Chiyang True Fire and the Xuanyin True Fire were unable to move forward due to being strongly blocked, so they condensed on the left and right palms of Yang Xianmao, and two mysterious and terrifying flames rose respectively, one red and one blue, surrounded by balls, making a terrible crackling sound.

The Khitan warrior on the side was stunned, and looked at the red and dark blue round fire balls on Yang Xianmao's left and right hands, and said, "What the hell is this?"

The white-haired old woman was also frightened, tilted her head to look, and didn't recognize it, but she estimated that these two flames should be the ghost thing that invaded his body, and she couldn't help but be shocked and angry, and the cruel smile on her face made her wrinkled face even more distorted, and it was cloudy and unpredictable under the light of the red flames and dark blue flames.

The white-haired old woman sneered: "This is your last ability? Hehehehe, the old body wants you to reap the consequences!"

By now, she had been completely enraged by Yang Xianmao's Yin Yang True Fire attack just now, if it weren't for her quick reaction, she would have been killed under the attack of this terrible thing just now. Annoyed, he couldn't care about anything else, and with the strength of his hands, he suddenly pushed Yang Xianmao's left and right hands towards his chest. - She wanted to slap the two terrifying fires on Yang Xianmao's palm into Yang Xianmao's own chest, so that he could taste the taste of this kind of ghostly thing.

Yang Xianmao resisted desperately, stretching out his hands to both sides, not letting the other party slap his palms on his chest.

Life and death were at stake, and he actually exerted his potential and pushed the white-haired old woman's palms apart.

The white-haired old woman couldn't help but be stunned, then took a deep breath and poured all her strength into her palms: "Boy, go die!"

She let out a loud shout, grabbed Yang Xianmao's palms and slammed them in, and then pushed them into his chest.

Yang Xianmao's previous efforts to support the outside had exhausted all the strength of his body, and he was no longer able to support the other party's thunderous force. He also knew that if he forcibly supported him again, his arms would definitely be broken by the strong force. As soon as his hands were broken, there were no follow-up tricks. So, he immediately gave up the struggle and let his hands play with each other.

And this white-haired old woman grabbed Yang Xianmao's palms and bombarded them violently with the full strength of an eighth-level top powerhouse, how fierce and domineering this power was, it was indescribable with thunder.

I saw that the fireball of the Chiyang True Fire in Yang Xianmao's right hand and the Xuanyin True Fire Fireball in his left hand were driven by this extremely domineering and incomparable force.

For a brief moment, time seemed to freeze instantly.

The white-haired old woman found that all the strength in her hands disappeared in an instant. The two flames in Yang Xianmao's palms had fused into a small white ball, an almost transparent white, containing a thrilling mysterious power.

And at this moment, Yang Xianmao actually broke free from the confinement of the white-haired old woman's hands.

There was only a moment of stagnation.

Yang Xianmao stared at the terrifying white ball in his palm, and suddenly seemed to realize something, and immediately flipped his palm, slammed it softly, and slapped the white ball directly on the forehead of the stunned white-haired old woman.

At the same time, Yang Xianmao pointed with his left hand and sword, and shouted in a weak voice: "Put it on!"

The flesh-colored crocodile soft armor instantly burst out of the storage bag, quickly wrapping his whole body.

At this moment, there was a thunderous roar from the Sky Mirror, and the thunder rapidly expanded, as if filling the entire sky, deafening.

In the part that hit the old woman's forehead, countless dazzling white lights burst out, shooting directly into the sky, illuminating the surrounding earth, and then, a majestic energy shock wave spread out from her forehead, and the white-haired old woman's entire body was shocked into the air with great agility. Only two feet were left limp and slumped outside the burial bag.

The majestic energy shock wave tore the Khitan monk next to him to pieces, and the severed limbs and blood rained down in all directions, falling on the grass and graves.

However, his head was still intact, and his eyes even blinked, as if he didn't believe that his dignified seventh-level Purple Qi high-level powerhouse was actually shocked to pieces by a terrifying move made by a sixth-level elementary powerhouse.

A large pit was directly shaken out of the ground, and the grave bag leaning against Yang Xianmao behind him was directly shattered. Yang Xianmao was shocked and also flew out more than 100 zhang away.

He flew forward flat on the ground, sweeping all along the way, whether it was a mound of graves, rocks, or trees. When his strength failed, he had already fallen more than 100 zhang away, a mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth, and he was motionless.

At this moment, the snake fairy who was knocked down by the white-haired old woman, fortunately, fell nearly a hundred zhang away from them, and this sudden huge explosion, a powerful shock wave also shook her who was already unconscious more than ten zhang away.

Wende behind the grave bag in the distance was very lucky, because she fell behind a grave bag, and there was a grave bag to block this huge shock wave, she herself was dozens of zhang away from the explosion point, but the grave bag in front of her was shattered, and the powerful shock wave still scraped her out more than ten zhang away, and the clothes on her body were shattered. He fell in the grass and passed out.

Of the four people in the field, one was killed and three were injured, and all the injured fell into a coma.

The huge explosion kicked up a cloud of dust, and even the moonlight blocked it.

When everything was quiet, the moonlight shone coldly all around again, and only Princess Wenxin, who was far away on the post road, witnessed all this.

Yang Xianmao himself was at the explosion point, and he was not spared, and he was almost blown to pieces. Fortunately, he has the soft armor of the Divine Crocodile, a defensive magic weapon made of the tongue of the Flood God Crocodile.

He didn't know that the Yin and Yang True Fire in his hand would merge into a white ball under the combined attack of a powerful external force, and it could release such a powerful power. However, he once had a duel with Huang Qiaoqiao, and at that time, Huang Qiaoqiao turned the two Yuan Qi masses in his hand into a terrifying white Yuan Qi mass after colliding, which almost killed him.

It was just an ordinary Yuan Qi collision that greatly increased its power, and what he was using was the collision of the Yin and Yang True Fire between Heaven and Earth with the strongest and the most powerful Yin and Yang Fierce, and what level of terrifying power would it reach? Anyway, Yang Xianmao felt that even if his body had been tempered by the Yin and Yang True Fire, it would be difficult to resist.

So when he found that the yin and yang true fire in his hand collided with each other, it turned into a white ball, and the lightning sound was extremely terrifying, and at this moment, the white-haired old woman who grabbed his hand tried her best to lose her whole body, which seemed to be the result of the action of the white ball.

Therefore, Yang Xianmao didn't think about it, and immediately flipped his palm and slapped the white ball on the old woman's forehead. Immediately, with a wave of his fingers, he drove the soft armor of the god crocodile in the storage bag, and in an instant, his entire body was wrapped in it, and there was not even a single gap.

As soon as all this was completed, the white terrifying ball exploded, directly blasting the seventh-rank Khitan monk not far away into pieces, and shocking the white-haired old woman, a high-level eighth-level high-level black qi powerhouse at the current cultivation realm, flew out more than a hundred zhang away, and plunged headfirst into the grave, life and death unknown. And Yang Xianmao himself was also shocked and fell out of more than 100 zhang, and he also fainted.

Fortunately, he was wrapped in the soft armor of the Divine Crocodile, and although his body was violently shocked and fainted, he did not suffer serious internal injuries and soon woke up.

He was able to save his life from this horrific explosion, relying mainly on the protection of the crocodile soft armor. Of course, a very important reason is that his body has been tempered by Yin and Yang True Fire for a long time, and his ability to resist blows is super strong, so he has not been seriously injured.

Wen Xin stood far away on the post road, but she was not hurt by the shock wave. It's just that she saw a huge bright and dazzling ball of light rising from the mass grave in the distance, almost illuminating the entire mass grave as if it were day, and the huge roar shook her to stand unsteadily, but fortunately she held on to the tree next to her, otherwise she would have sat on the ground.

When the sound disappeared, Wen Xin picked up her skirt in a panic, hurriedly got off the sheep intestine path, walked into the mass grave, and shouted Yang Xianmao's name as she walked, but she didn't get any answer, and she couldn't help but panic, not knowing what was going on.

She searched everywhere, but fortunately the moonlight was very clear all around, and although there was still dust blocking the moonlight, she could barely see it.

searched all the way, and finally, she first saw the bones of the shattered Khitan monks scattered on the ground, frightened her pale, and quickly turned her head and didn't dare to look, but she was worried about whether it was Yang Xianmao, so she quickly strengthened her courage and turned her head back to check. When she saw the head of the Khitan people with shaved hair in the middle, she breathed a sigh of relief, proving that the deceased was not Yang Xianmao, and quickly reached out on her towering chest, patted it gently, settled her mind, and then continued to look around.

Finally, she saw Yang Xianmao, lying motionless at the end of a deep plow trough.