The sunlight in the sky has completely converged, thick black clouds are rolling in the sky, and the wind is blowing up the fallen leaves on the ground, and the wind and rain are coming!

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Yang Qian's face was pale, and under the two heavy blows of the fierce monk, he had already been hit hard.

The fierce monk looked at Yang Qian from afar, and a smile appeared on his hideous face, as if he was laughing at Yang Qian.

Yang Qian raised his head slightly, quietly running his spiritual power.

At this time, the fierce monk didn't seem to want to delay any longer, the light in his hand flashed, and the blue water dragon yuan appeared in his hand.

"Die!" The fierce monk violently threw the blue water dragon yuan towards Yang Qian.

In an instant, the blue water dragon abyss was like a bolt of lightning, accompanied by a sharp air roar, in the blink of an eye.

Yang Qian's pupils contracted, he snorted coldly, slapped his hand on the ground, and relying on the reaction force, his body bounced up, forcibly moving his body away half a meter.

Sonor!

said that it was too late, and at the moment when Yang migrated away, the blue water dragon abyss shot into the ground where the head was located.

Airplanes!

The blue water dragon abyss shook violently, and it took a long time before it quieted down.

It can be seen how terrifying the fierce monk's throw is.

Yang Qian's back was dripping with cold sweat, and he still had palpitations until now.

Just now, there is only a thin line between him and death!

But Yang Qian quickly calmed down, his dark eyes suddenly brightened a little, and regardless of the injuries in his body, he rolled on the ground and arrived at the location where the blue water dragon yuan was.

As soon as the palm grasped the hilt of the sword, the spiritual power was poured into the long sword, only to hear a loud sword sound, and the blue water dragon abyss, which had been quiet, suddenly shook violently again.

Keng ......

The long sword was drawn from the ground, and a dazzling golden light burst out, threatening.

Yang Qian glanced at the fierce monk, and without hesitation, his body swept towards the fierce monk.

The darkness in front of the fierce monk is still like a deep black hole, slowly rotating. With the lesson of the last time, Yang Qian will no longer be stupid enough to compete with that terrible "black hole".

Swept in front of the fierce monk, Yang Qian's body suddenly changed its original trajectory, and the long sword swung rapidly, weaving into a dense sword net, and headed towards the fierce monk.

Yang Qian's figure flickered, like a ghost, surrounding the periphery of the fierce monk, quickly changing his position.

He drew his sword faster and faster. At first, the shadow of the sword could be faintly seen, but in the end, nothing could be seen except the constant flickering light.

The fierce monk was wrapped in a dense sword net, and from a distance, the shadow of the fierce monk could still be seen.

There was only a golden ball of light woven by a large sword net, and the fierce monk was also completely wrapped in it.

"Such a fast swordsmanship," in the distance, Zhou Mo, who was watching the battle, frowned, "Such a fast swordsmanship, at least it takes a great martial artist to control it." But he only has the cultivation of a martial artist triple, what a strange guy. ”

In the dense sword net, the fierce monk's face changed slightly, and the sword shadows flying around his body were like meat grinders, rotating at high speed.

If it weren't for his darkness, *** would protect him, it is estimated that at this moment, he would have been covered in bruises.

"Humph! Trick! The fierce monk snorted coldly, although he was surprised by the sword net that Yang Qian had weaved, he still didn't take Yang Qian in his eyes.

After all, with his cultivation in the Martial Venerable realm, Yang Qian was very stupid and unlikely to have any chance of survival.

Of course, it was impossible to hurt him.

This is not the conceit of the fierce monk, but the high confidence in his cultivation.

The fierce monk let out a low shout, and the palpitating spiritual power was released, filling the small space in the sword net!

"Broken!" As the fierce monk shouted, only to hear a violent explosion sound, and suddenly a powerful spiritual power fluctuation poured out from the sword net.

Rumble!

The sword net collapsed almost instantly, and Yang Qian only felt a tightness in his chest, and under the impact of that spiritual power fluctuation, he flew out upside down.

In the process of Yang Qian flying upside down, the fierce monk's figure flashed, and he chased after him in the blink of an eye?

The fierce monk's hideous face almost came to Yang Qian's eyes, his lips twitched, and he said, "The game, it's over." ”

As soon as the words fell, the fierce monk reached forward with his palm and grabbed Yang Qian.

Yang Qian didn't dodge or dodge, but smiled slightly.

In a pair of dark eyes, purple appeared from the bottom of the eyes.

Then, two purple rays of essence burst out, instantly enveloping the fierce monk.

The moment the purple light enveloped the fierce monk, he only felt that his body suddenly stagnated.

The next moment, everything was still.

The heart is no longer beating and breathing has stopped.

"It's over!" Murderous intent burst out in Yang Qian's eyes. Then, his figure suddenly disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already behind the fierce monk.

Yang Qian turned his back to the fierce monk.

Holding the hilt of the blue water dragon abyss sword with both hands, a golden light dragon loomed on the sword body, swimming and walking freely.

"Fight the stars!"

Yang Qian's face was solemn, and Bishui Longyuan stabbed out with his backhand.

Burst!

The long sword pierced through the fierce monk's left back and passed through his heart!

Blood splattered.

The effect of time and space confinement disappeared, and the fierce monk's eyes widened with a look of disbelief.

The pain in his chest had completely numbed him, and the breath of life quickly faded, making his already hideous face gradually distort, terrifying.

Burst!

Blood rushed out, Yang Qian's long sword was drawn, and then he moved here.

The footsteps are in mid-air, stepping out of the gossip direction. Then he slapped four palms in a row, and slapped the fierce monk on the back.

Puff puff......

Under the fierce palm power of the Bagua Palm, the sound of bones shattering came from the fierce monk's body, and the blood in his mouth gushed wildly, and then his whole person was like a broken sack, unable to throw it away.

Bang!

The fierce monk fell to the ground, motionless, and had no signs of life at all.

With the imprisonment of time and space, as well as the light enemy of the fierce monk, Yang Qian once again perfectly killed the strong man of Wuzun.

Yang Qian fell to the ground, his chest rising and falling violently. Although he killed the murderous monk, his previous injuries were a little worse.

Pranayama must be adjusted as soon as possible.

However, not far away, there is also a Zhou Mo.

Yang Qian held on to his injuries and raised his eyes to look at Zhou Mo with a cold expression.

At this time, Zhou Mo also looked at Yang Qian.

It's just that Zhou Mo's eyes were full of consternation.

The corners of Zhou Mo's mouth twitched slightly, and he gasped. The cultivation of the fierce monk is very clear to him.

O Wuzun!

That kid actually killed a fierce monk in the Wuzun realm?

Zhou Mo looked at Yang Qian as if he was looking at a devil.

"He, how did he do it? Obviously, it's only a martial artist triple......"

Zhou Mo's pupils constricted.

The death of the fierce monk made him feel a little heartbroken. After all, the fierce monk was the highest cultivation beside him, so he died like this, and it was a pity to die at the hands of a kid who was only a martial artist.

But this regret soon disappeared, because he noticed that after such a battle, Yang Qian was already at the end of his strong crossbow.