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A knife slashed, the snow flew, the snow scene was all over the sky, the knife was closed, everything was quiet, only to see a red line in the falling snow world, Yin Hong was dazzling.

Tiger Xiaotian raised the White Tiger Divine Knife high, his body was red and spitting mist, his eyes widened, his eyes were full of disbelief and looked at Zhang Yang who was holding the black knife, he was speechless for a long time, the snowflakes whitened his head, and the White Tiger Divine Knife did not fall for a long time.

"Hey, patriarch, why don't you do it, hurry up and kill this despicable and shameless villain with the White Tiger Divine Knife!"

"It's the patriarch, what are you hesitating about, hurry up and kill this dog thief who wants to take the blood of our Holy Spirit!"

Seeing Tiger Roaring Heaven raise the White Tiger Divine Sword high and not falling for a long time, the people of the White Tiger Clan who were watching the battle behind were a little anxious and impatient, so they urged Tiger Roaring Heaven to hurry up and do it behind.

Boom! The tiger roaring with the knife held high was stunned, climbed forward, and fell to the ground hard...........

"Patriarch ........"

The White Tiger Clansman, who shouted Tiger Roaring Heaven in the back, saw Tiger Roaring Heaven fall to the ground suddenly, and was about to urge him to do it again, but he stopped instantly, and the excited expression on his face instantly froze, and he looked at Tiger Roaring Heaven lying on the ground in a daze and forgot anything else.

"How is this possible..... possible!" Feng Wu's eyes widened suddenly, her face was full of horror and disbelief, she instinctively took a few steps forward, no matter what, she didn't believe that Tiger Roaring Heaven was defeated, or so simply and thoroughly!

Others don't know how powerful Tiger Xiaotian is, she is very clear, plus her temper is not very good, Tiger Xiaotian belongs to the white tiger is naturally aggressive, the two bumped together,-for-tat, the two did not fight less, every time she was defeated, and then a Tiger Xiaotian bullied her too hard, Feng Wu was annoyed and angry, and directly shouted five or six Taiyi Immortals of the Feng clan, besieged Tiger Xiaotian, and wanted to give a ruthless lesson, as a result, Feng Wu brought a few Taiyi Immortals, all of whom were lying down by Tiger Xiaotian, at this time, Feng Wu knew that Tiger Xiaotian was powerful and invincible at the same level.

It was because he knew too well how powerful Tiger Roaring was that he couldn't believe what he saw in front of him, and he didn't believe that Tiger Roaring, who was known as invincible at the same level, was defeated by someone of the same level.

Feng Wu looked at the tiger roaring sky lying on the ground, her mind was a little messy, she stood in place and didn't speak for a long time.

"This tiger was defeated? No way? Xuankong was also a little hazy, thinking that he had fireworks, he rubbed his eyes again, and his eyes widened to see that the tiger roaring sky was indeed lying on the ground, defeated, and suddenly looked at Zhang Yang, revealing a trace of horror.

Although the Xuanwu clan likes to be quiet and does not like to move, but sometimes they practice supernatural powers, and compete in martial arts, it is still common, Xuankong and Tiger Xiaotian have also fought many times, although the Xuanwu clan is known as the defense of unparalleled, as Taiyi Immortal, Xuankong's defense is naturally not bad, but every time he faces Tiger Xiaotian, Xuankong feels a headache, and he can defend in the face of the White Tiger Divine Knife, but in the face of Tiger Xiaotian's pervasive killing aura, he has no book, so every time he loses.

"A knife tornado, this knife skill has been mastered!" Lang Jianfeng's eyes widened, directly ignoring the tiger roaring sky lying on the ground, but stared at Zhang Yang, his eyes were full of horror, and at the same time, his eyes were still a little burning.

Knife skills are better than supernatural powers, but they are more powerful than supernatural powers, supernatural powers pay attention to subtlety, unpredictable, and match their own attributes, there is no knife skills through the gods' attack is sharp, knife skills pay attention to a knife in hand, I am invincible, kill the gods, and break ten thousand laws with a knife.

If you want to practice sword skills, you must have a completed inheritance of nosebleeds, this inheritance is not only a practice, but also a complete perception picture, Zhang Yang can use such a powerful sword skill, he must get the inheritance of a certain ancient power, Lang Jianfeng looked at him with fiery eyes.

"No....how could the patriarch be defeated? I won't be able to ......"

Hu Qianjun looked at Hu Xiaotian lying on the ground, his eyes were dull, his eyeholes were not focused, his face was in disbelief, and there was a sense of frustration on his body.

A trace of fear flashed in Long Tian's eyes, although he knew that Zhang Yang was very powerful, he didn't expect Zhang Yang to be so powerful, defeating the tiger roaring with one sword, which was almost beyond his expectations.

No, the gourd Dao people are so powerful, if this person is not removed, my dragon clan is dangerous. Long Tian was frightened by the power displayed by Zhang Yang's occupation, and his heart was in turmoil, and his mind was constantly thinking about how to deal with Zhang Yang.

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Things are not what outsiders see, a knife of snow sealed the world, almost sucked away seventy percent of Zhang Yang's mana, almost a thief went to hollow out, his body was weak, his face was pale, but Zhang Yang's eyes were bright.

The only reason why he was able to use such a powerful knife skill was not because Zhang Yang cultivated it himself, but because the dancing knife figure in his mind was integrated into Zhang Yang's body, so that the knife was not Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang just instinctively wielded the knife.

However, after the knife was used, the figure wielding the knife turned into an aura and merged into Zhang Yang's body, and all the feelings poured into Zhang Yang's Yuan Shen, and Zhang Yang could be regarded as mastering this knife.

Standing still, Zhang Yang restored his mana while running the exercises, while carefully understanding the earth-shattering, unpredictable knife just now, and the infinite wind and snow knife intent flowed in his heart, and was slowly mastered by him, turned into his own cultivation, and his Taoism was slowly improving.

After a long time, Zhang Yang opened his eyes, cultivated to recover, and also mastered the snow sealing heaven and earth knife, two golden lights shot out of his eyes, and he let out a long breath, looking down at the tiger roaring on the ground, motionless.

Zhang Yang understood in his heart that the reason why he killed Hu Xiaotian with one knife was not the light of cultivation, but that Hu Xiaotian didn't understand Zhang Yang, as well as his own arrogance, and always thought that he was invincible at the same level, how could he know that there was a mountain high in a flash?

"Top-grade innate spirit treasure? Not bad! ”

Looking at the White Tiger Divine Knife on the ground, Zhang Yang's eyes lit up, and his heart was hot, he didn't have a few top-grade innate spirit treasures, and there were even fewer attack types, and as soon as he sucked it in his big hand, the White Tiger Divine Knife had to be inhaled into his hand.

Suddenly, the White Tiger Divine Sword buzzed, bursting out with sword qi in the sky, like a torrent, with infinite killing opportunities, they all went straight to Zhang Yang's head and killed.

"What a strong spirituality!"

Seeing the sword qi shooting from the sky, Zhang Yang showed a trace of surprise, and became more eager for the White Tiger Divine Knife, and with a wave of his big hand, he directly cast a great shift, and all the flying knife qi fell to the side, and stretched out his hand to grab the White Tiger Divine Knife.

Buzz!

With a missed blow, the White Tiger Divine Sword roared lightly again, as if it was very unwilling, turned into a knife of white light, and flew directly to the top of the head of the Tiger Qianjun among the White Tiger Clansmen before Zhang Yang could reflect, and then entered his body and disappeared.

Such a spiritual spirit treasure, before Zhang Yang could use the Treasure Snatching Divine Light, he flew away, Zhang Yang showed a look of regret.

"What a thief, he dared to kill the patriarch of the Bai clan, you give me your life!"

Hu Qianjun also reflected at this time, his eyes were red, and he went out directly with an innate spirit treasure, his face was hideous, murderous, and he was about to kill Zhang Yang if he was crazy.

Several fellow clansmen were shocked, and hurriedly hugged him, even the patriarch was the opponent of others, and Hu Qianjun would die if he went, so a genius would die, it was a huge loss to the white tiger, not to mention that revenge for the patriarch might fall on him, but even so, Hu Qianjun still stared at Zhang Yang.

Feng Wu, Xuankong, Long Tian, and Long Di were all silent, and they didn't say anything, everyone had their own ghosts, and no one thought about the righteousness of the same clan and the idea of avenging Tiger Xiaotian together.

"Long Tian, since you promised to give me the blood of the Holy Spirit, give me the blood of the Holy God!"

In the eyes of everyone, Zhang Yang took the black knife and walked to the square step by step, and the people who met him got out of the way in horror and came to Long Tian's body, saying indifferently, but there was a trace of murderous intent spreading in his heart.

"The holy blood is in the Four Elephants Wanhua Ding."

Stiff Zhang Yang's indifferent gaze, Long Tian's body instinctively trembled, avoided Zhang Yang's gaze, pointed to the four elephants on the altar with his hand, and said.

"You go get it for me!"

"I ......." Long Tian was startled, raised his head suddenly, met Zhang Yang's cold gaze, his heart trembled, he had no doubt that Zhang Yang would kill him at this time, so he nodded and walked to the altar.

However, he was also very disappointed, he thought that Zhang Yang would ascend to the altar, and he launched the Four Elephants Wanhua Ding, shocking him to death, but he didn't expect that Zhang Yang would not go up, but he didn't care, he still had the Four Elephants Array.

The surroundings were quiet, just now they were shocked by Zhang Yang's earth-shattering sword, and they were afraid in their hearts, everyone didn't say anything, even if they tried to win the White Tiger Clan, they dared to be angry, this blood of the Holy Spirit was originally theirs, and now they were watching it being taken away by others, or being taken away by the enemy who killed the patriarch, and there was grievance and anger in their hearts.

Hu Qianjun even watched Zhang Yang grit his teeth, showing a look of resentment, his fists clenched tightly, like a hungry wolf who hadn't eaten for a few days, eager to go up and tear Zhang Yang up.

The audience was silent, and everyone looked at Zhang Yang with envy and jealousy, and then watched Long Tian seal the blood of the Holy Spirit in a pre-prepared jade bottle with the Four Elephants Wanhua Ding, and then walked towards Zhang Yang.

Instantly. A loud voice sounded in the air of the square: "Haha, how can such a grand event be without this seat!" ”

The white light flashed, and a white figure floated from outside the square, stepping on the mysterious and mysterious steps, as fast as lightning, bypassing everyone, and going straight to the jade bottle in Long Tian's hand on the altar to grab it.........