"You're no match for me. "Yang Xiuzhu has unparalleled self-confidence, whether it is in Huizhou City or today's Kunlun Ruins.

"Try a fight?" Su Xiaofeng looked at this little man, he kept catching up with him, but it always seemed to be a little bit close. ァ新ヤ~(8)~1~Chinese網ωωω.. còм < launch, domain name, remember

"Yes. Yang Xiuzhu may want Su Xiaofeng to know the gap between each other, or to prove something.

The spiritual power blooms, and the two swords fight each other.

The sword intent on Yang Xiuzhu's body did not bloom, but only a simple spiritual power bloomed, and the spiritual power on the long sword seemed to be plain but had an irresistible will.

The power of this rule is weird?

Su Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment, and his body also bloomed with thousands of spiritual lights, in comparison, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength as soon as he came up.

The way the two fought was very much in line with Jiang Fengyang's appetite.

The master has made a move, how can there be a fancy you come and go, the world's martial arts, only fast and not broken, only strong and not urging.

"Su Xiaofeng's cultivation should be about to advance to the Earth Venerable, and his rules of destruction and the way of killing have paved the way of his own rules. "Xinghe fought with Su Xiaofeng once, although the two were tied, but in Xinghe's words, he would not be Su Xiaofeng's opponent in the near future.

can make the arrogant Galaxy admit that his skills are inferior to others in disguise, and there are very few people in this category.

"It's hard to say, although we don't understand this Yang Xiuzhu. Ayahua's eyes kept looking at Yang Xiuzhu's sword, "He has already been able to suppress Su Xiaofeng before he has the power of the sword, he has hidden a lot." ”

The two intersect and miss.

The spiritual power subsided.

Su Xiaofeng sighed, already understanding the gap between him and Yang Xiuzhu, but he was a little unwilling.

"The sun sets on the long river, and the blood stains the river!" Su Xiaofeng actually threw the long sword in his hand casually, and the long sword was sharp and unparalleled, and it fell directly on the formation.

Su Xiaofeng waved his hand to seal the seal, his steps were constantly staggered, and his body was soon so fast that he couldn't keep up with the naked eye, and only his divine sense could get a glimpse of it.

But even some guys who have just entered the battle venerable, when they saw that blood-colored tiger, they also had a frightened illusion in their hearts.

The blood tiger roared at the sun, as if it exploded in the depths of everyone's souls, eating people's souls.

The smell of blood that permeated the sky directly stimulated everyone's mind, and there were thousands of golden iron horses behind Su Xiaofeng, and the figure at the front was very similar to Su Xiaofeng.

Su Xiaofeng, who entered the sainthood as a soldier, stained the territory with blood for several years, killed and killed countless demons.

At this time, the phantom had no face, and a blood-colored remnant sun behind the thousands of troops and horses, sprinkled with blood-colored afterglow shining on the thousands of troops and horses, and suddenly the endless blood river flowed, and a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood crawled out of thousands of elite soldiers.

"I'm no match for him right now. Xinghe sighed. "But it's hard to say later. ”

Xinghe changed his opinion, Su Xiaofeng did not use all his strength in the battle with him in the martial arts arena in Yongzhou City, but at this time, Su Xiaofeng's state of mind was affected, and he obviously did his best.

"There is a tiger in your heart, smell the rose!" Su Xiaofeng's voice resounded through thousands of mountains, and suddenly a blood-colored light and shadow rushed towards Yang Xiuzhu.

Yang Xiuzhu's face, which had been indifferent, finally swelled up with a smile, this is Fa Xiao's insistence, so why didn't he go all out.

The sword rose, and the clouds above the nine heavens were violently pushed away by the sword qi.

"The way of the sword is as eternal as the long night. Yang Xiuzhu's sword fell, and suddenly the snow on the mountain peak disappeared, and a breeze swept the mountain.

Xu Xiaofeng's palm print was an inch on Yang Xiuzhu's chest.

Yang Xiuzhu's sword was an inch away from Su Xiaofeng's throat.

It seems that Su Xiaofeng won, but.

Explosive spiritual power.

The formation, which was built between thousands of mountains and ravines, seemed to be about to collapse.

Lao Zhuang's eyebrows raised and he waved his hand.

The spiritual power quietly returned to calm, and the formation was stable, but Su Xiaofeng was a little gloomy.

"I'm defeated. The voice was not loud but clearly came into everyone's ears, but there was a sentence that only Yang Xiuzhu heard.

"My brother-in-law is a pill pharmacist, God is in the realm, you are defeated. A trace of helplessness welled up at the corner of Su Xiaofeng's mouth. "No one can defeat you, but you have long been defeated by your own heart. ”

Yang Xiuzhu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly there were thousands of spiritual lights flashing in his eyes, and the sword qi on his body seemed to have signs of going violent, as if something in his heart had been shattered.

"Huizhou City, Yang Xiuzhu asked the Holy Lord of the Ninth City to teach you. Yang Xiuzhu raised his head again.

Everyone was shocked, looked at Yang Xiuzhu, who was like a mad demon, and then glanced at Jiang Fengyang on the gimbal.

The air is silent.

The disciples of the Thirty-six Cave Heavens challenged the Holy Lord of a human race in the Holy Heaven Dajiao?

There is no one before and no one after us.

Although Yang Xiuzhu was talking about Huizhou City just now, he was a disciple of Kunlun Ruins after entering the Thirty-six Cave Heavens, and no one dared to question this.

In particular, Yang Xiuzhu had easily defeated the senior brother of Taibai Mountain Cave Heaven before.

So, will that equally unruly guy now agree?

Countless monks looked at the top of the gimbal.

This is a disrespectful approach, but at the same time it seems to be a bold attempt.

"Good. Jiang Fengyang opened his mouth and waved his hand, he himself did not move, but above the formation, there was a Jiang Fengyang condensation that was exactly the same as Jiang Fengyang.

Psychic incarnation?

Celestial Spirit Shadow?

Doppelganger?

Is this disdainful?

In Yang Xiuzhu's eyes, he didn't care whether the other party was a clone or an ontology, and he brazenly took out his sword.

The sword qi was not earth-shattering, but at this moment, all the disciples of the Thirty-six Cave Heavens felt that their long sword seemed to be a little out of control.

"I have a sword, which is called Broken Dust. Yang Xiuzhu smiled, and the sword came out.

Jiang Fengyang smiled.

Shot, the same sword, except that his sword was not a sword, but two fingers.

Two fingers with a long sword a little.

Bite!

Crisp and pleasant, the constructed formation directly shattered, and even Lao Zhuang didn't react to return, and a trace of madness welled up on Yang Xiuzhu's face.

Yes, madness.

"A sword feeds Hongchen. "Draw the sword without retreating, and go one more inch.

Jiang Fengyang did not retreat, and the long sword was bent.

"Erjian didn't look back. Blood overflowed from the corners of Yang Xiuzhu's mouth, and he took another inch of steps.

Jiang Fengyang did not retreat, and the long sword was about to break.

"Three swords into the Holy Slash Mortal Dust!" Yang Xiuzhu's sword body was cut off, but thousands of sword patterns poured out from the broken sword, and the lines directly submerged into his body, and in the blink of an eye, the aura on his body began to become extremely terrifying, and at that moment, all the swords in the Thirty-six Cave Heaven rang loudly.

Everyone was stunned and almost petrified, Yang Xiuzhu's hand was beyond the expectations of countless people.

", this is a god tattoo into the body, and the three swords are holy!"

"I'm rubbing, I heard that when this product was in Huizhou, it was also sanctified by sitting on the ground, and directly entered the battle venerable with reincarnation!"

"What kind of demon is he?"

"He is not a demon, the demon is the Holy Lord of the Ninth City, you must know that at this time, he actually resisted a Heavenly Venerable with a clone!"

"Oh my God, did I live for nothing?"

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It's not just those monks who are shocked, whether it's on the cloud platform or the thirty-six cave masters, those big people are extremely shocked when they look at Yang Xiuzhu, and even some cave masters have subconsciously stood up.

The twelve peaks of the sea of clouds suddenly had a sword groan.

A short sword fell directly in front of Yang Xiuzhu.

"Twelve Heavenly Dao Soldiers, Broken Sword and Dust?" This is not just the disciple of the Thirty-six Cave Heaven who was shocked.

But the guy riding the bull also felt shocked, this Kunlun Ruins Twelve Saints had already soared away and left the Twelve Saint Soldiers, and now this little-known Yang Xiuzhu could actually get the approval of one of the Saint Soldiers?

"Get out!" Contrary to everyone's expectations, Yang Xiuzhu's sword tattoo entered his body, and he actually snorted coldly at the holy soldier.

The broken soldier actually flew directly into Yunfeng as if he had been greatly wronged.

This simply made countless disciples of Kunlun Ruins dumbfounded.

"He has only been in Kunlun Ruins for a few years, he shouldn't know the origin of the Twelve Heavenly Soldiers of Yunfeng, he will regret it......"

"No, I don't think he's easy. ”

"Entering the Dao with a sword, the sword is broken, and the Heavenly Dao Holy Soldier can't let him enter his eyes, this person may have a lot of ...... in his heart."

No matter how everyone discussed, it seemed that the voice could not reach Yang Xiuzhu's ears.

The formation had collapsed, but the two of them seemed to freeze in the void.

"The sword doesn't return!" Yang Xiuzhu looked at Jiang Fengyang in front of him and swung his sword to slash the world!

The long sword of the sword-wielding disciple in the thirty-sixth cave broke in an instant!

And countless horrified eyes didn't care about the broken saber of their swords, and looked directly at one of the three saints on the cloud platform.

One of the Three Saints of Kunlun, the God of Sword.

The old man sat down on his knees, seemingly unaffected.

But Jiang Fengyang on the cloud platform suddenly sneered, because he clearly felt the fluctuations in the sword god's heart and the crack in his sword gut.

Yang Xiuzhu's three swords into the sainthood, these three swords can be said to be his Confucianism into the Tao, with the sword into the saint vividly shown, and at this time Yang Xiuzhu sword does not return!

The sword intent converged like a sword pill.

The broken sword had no edge, but it cut a drop of blood on Jiang Fengyang's fingertips.

"Good. Jiang Fengyang laughed, waved his hand and pushed forward, and returned with a broken sword, but the way of the sword was like a dragon entering the sea, cutting open this piece of heaven and earth, and he went without returning.

The twelve peaks of the sea of clouds, the peaks where the broken sword was born before exploded directly, shattering layer by layer.

Yang Xiuzhu withdrew more than nine inches, and his face was unwilling.

"Why?" Yang Xiuzhu asked, watching Jiang Fengyang slowly dissipate, Jiang Fengyang no longer had a lazy look on the cloud platform. New Bayi Chinese Network Launch www.. com m.. com

"What does it mean not to return?" Jiang Fengyang asked?

"No return is no return. Yang Xiuzhu had some kind of obsession in his eyes that he couldn't let go.

Jiang Fengyang shook his head.

Yang Xiuzhu returned in despair.

Jiang Fengyang waved his hand.

The large array that was shattered suddenly reappeared.

The crowd was silent for a long time.

"If you don't enter the red dust, how can you come to the red dust?" Jiang Fengyang looked at the down-and-out Yang Xiuzhu, and finally sighed and couldn't help but speak.

Yang Xiuzhu was stunned, seemed to have an understanding, turned into a streamer and disappeared in Kunlun Ruins, straight to the world.

It's not just him, a certain good-looking eye is also shocked, as if he has realized something, someone said this yesterday.

"This ......" Until Yang Xiuzhu disappeared, everyone was still looking at the collapsed mountain peak sluggishly.

It's all about it.

The twelve peaks have a history, and legend has it that the twelve peaks of Kunlun are the power of the twelve ascending people in Kunlun Ruins, and this holy heaven Jiao used to be called the ascension of heaven Jiao.

However, no one has ascended for thousands of years, and Kunlun Ruins felt a little embarrassed, and changed its name to Shengtian Dajiao hundreds of years ago.

And those twelve peaks have now been collapsed by Yang Xiuzhu, and the ninth layer Holy Lord is burning a peak, if Yang Xiuzhu himself is still a monk of the Siming Mountain Cave Heaven, then the Purple Void Holy Lord is a clear outsider.

No one stopped Yang Xiuzhu's departure, or no one dared to provoke the sword qi of that kendo madman.

The Holy Heaven Dajiao continued, but with Yang Xiuzhu's terrifying jewel in front, the monks behind seemed to be a lot darker.

What's more, because Yang Xiuzhu broke the long swords of countless monks, which made those sword cultivators feel that their faces were gloomy, and there were even many guys who claimed to be extraordinary in cultivation and turned around and left.

Originally, many Zhanzun from the world of human defense wanted to use the Holy Heaven Jiao to show their strength and get valued.

However, now it seems that the originally hot Shengtian Dajiao has inexplicably changed its taste, and their performance is bleak. I want to talk about "There is a Dragon Hidden in the Body" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~