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When more than thirty people attacked Yang Yue at the same time, Yang Yue released his martial spirit, and unleashed the second bloodline magic technique that had not been used, the thunder technique, and slashed out hundreds of thunderbolts with one sword, drowning the crowd. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The air seemed to be torn apart by thunder and lightning, and the thunder snakes danced wildly in the Xuan-level ring, thunderbolts crossed the sky, and the terrible screams came one after another, and a burnt smell of flesh and blood permeated the air, which made people smell disgusting.

When the thunder disappeared, the eyes of the crowd were all focused on the Xuan-level ring, Yang Yue supported his body with a long knife, he had more than a dozen shocking sword wounds on his body, and his waist even showed white bones, after all, he was facing the siege of more than thirty qi refining masters, and injuries were inevitable.

On the other side of him, all the opponents fell in the ring, and more than thirty people were scorched black, and the breath of the tyrannical thunder and lightning was languishing, and they were half dead.

The crowd in the audience seemed to have forgotten their words, and looked at the scene in front of them in a daze, the master of refining qi of more than thirty meters alone actually won, it was really hard to imagine how Yang Yue did it.

Yang Yue slapped the storage bag, and immediately flew out a pill of Da Huan Dan, swallowed it directly into his abdomen, sat cross-legged on the Xuan-level ring, silently operated his vitality, refining the medicinal power of Da Huan Dan, and quickly repaired the injuries on his body.

Just ten minutes later, Yang Yue opened his eyes, his strength had recovered more than eighty percent, and his gaze was like a sharp sword looking at the yellow-level ring, where there were still dozens of people fighting, vying for the position of the champion.

The long knife in Yang Yue's hand slashed out violently, like thunder on the ground, and a seven-zhang long sword rushed towards the yellow-level ring, but he was busy with thunder and lightning, with an aura of destruction.

"Boom!"

A loud bang came, and a huge ravine appeared on the huge yellow-level ring, and the green gold ring was almost split in half by a knife, and the monks who were fighting in the yellow-level ring stopped fighting in horror, looking at Yang Yue's eyes with shock and fear, they thought that they were not Yang Yue's opponents.

"You all go down, don't force me to do it."

Hearing Yang Yue's faint words, everyone's hearts trembled, Yang Yue began to provoke another group of monks again, the dozens of monks in the yellow-level ring had extremely ugly faces, they had already noticed the situation in the other two rings, Yang Yue swept the two rings like a god of war, and now issued a threatening warning to them.

The blood-stained golden gun stood in the first ring, more than a dozen dead bodies were soaked in blood, and the scorched figure lying on the ground in the second ring was all a bloody lesson from the past, and the Kung Fu Huang-level ring was empty in just a moment, and no one was willing to risk their lives.

"Wow! Senior Brother Yang Yue is not only handsome, but also so powerful. ”

"It's really too manly, I will marry a hero like Senior Brother Yang Yue in the future."

The beautiful eyes of the two beautiful female cultivators who had just started were full of brilliance, and they looked at Yang Yue with admiration.

At this time, the little fat man came over with a shy smile and said, "You don't know, two junior sisters, don't you!" Yang Yue on the field, that's my eldest brother, if you want to know him, you have to know me first, my name is Lin Kun, dare to ask the names of the two junior sisters? ”

"Shhhh We worship Brother Yang Yue, but we don't worship you, let go of you, the dead fat man, to block us. The two beautiful girls angrily pulled the little fat man aside.

Little Fat Man: ......

Yang Yue leaped into the air, clinging to the golden cage, and smashed a burst of qi into Fang Zichen's body, lifting the seal on her body.

Fang Zichen staggered to the edge of the golden wire cage, the eyes of the two converged through the golden wire cage, Fang Zichen stretched out his hand and touched a bloody mouth on Yang Yue's face with pity.

"I'm the one who bothered you." Fang Zichen opened his mouth faintly, the feeling in his heart was incomprehensible, if it wasn't for saving her, Yang Yue would not be injured and would not be besieged by everyone.

"Senior Sister Zichen, don't worry, no one can touch you with me."

Yang Yue comforted Fang Zichen seriously, and then landed on the golden wire cage, looking at the person in charge of the deer field with a deep gaze.

"I have won the three overlords, Senior Sister Zichen should belong to me, now please release her."

Hearing Yang Yue say this, a trace of imperceptible shyness flashed on Fang Zichen's face, could it be that Yang Yue also thought about herself, but even she didn't find that she didn't resist so much in her heart.

The principal of the deer field glanced at Yang Yue and said nothing, which made Ding Chuan's face become cold, and his eyes stabbed at the principal like two sharp swords, "Didn't you hear what I said, release Senior Sister Zichen." ”

At this moment, a figure walked out from behind the person in charge and sneered: "Yang Yue, you are about to die, and you are still so arrogant. ”

Tong Baichuan was wearing a royal blue robe, his head held high, and he looked at Yang Yue with mockery and disdain in his eyes.

Yang Yue's eyes were not shocked, as if he had expected him to appear, and said sarcastically with a smile: "Tong Baichuan, you shrunken turtle is finally willing to appear, I thought you would keep hiding in the dark and watching the show!" ”

Tong Baichuan's face was gloomy, and he came to Yang Yue and sneered in a low voice: "Today I will let you know the fate of someone who offends me, I will first abolish your cultivation, and then ravage Fang Zichen's cheap woman in front of you, and then cut your flesh and wine with a knife." ”

Yang Yue showed a playful smile on his face, and calmly walked onto the largest blood-colored ring in the deer field, the No. 1 life and death ring in Tianzi.

"Tong Baichuan, get out! I'd like to see how you bite me. Yang Yue's long knife pointed obliquely at Tong Baichuan and called the formation.

Everyone's hearts trembled violently, Yang Yue actually invited Zhan Tong Baichuan to fight life and death, you must know that if someone is killed in the life and death ring of Tianzihao, no one cares, and Tianzihao bets on life, this has become an unwritten rule in the deer field, and even the high-level of the sect ignores it.

However, there are also many people who show anticipation, the so-called one mountain does not tolerate two tigers, Tong Baichuan is the first person in the outer door for five consecutive years, and this Yang Yue won a tie for first place in the first year, which directly threatens Tong Baichuan's status, and one of the two must fall.

Tong Baichuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his coldness bloomed, he was worried that he couldn't find a reasonable reason to kill Yang Yue, this guy actually wanted to gamble with him for his own death.

"Yang Yue, come down, I'm not worthy of you doing this for me." Fang Zichen wanted to persuade Yang Yue to come down with a pleading voice, if Yang Yue lost his life for her, then she would never be at ease for the rest of her life.

"Fang Zichen, you slut, shut up!" Tong Baichuan roared with a hideous face: "I will make your first night, and I will also make a decision on this kid's life, those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will die." ”

Tong Baichuan laughed wildly, jumped onto the Tianzi Life and Death Ring, and the surging vitality fluctuations around his body emanated, and the great coercion emanated.

"Qi refining nine stages."

"Senior Brother Tong is really talented, this Yang Yue's vitality fluctuation is only eight stages, he will definitely die."

"Then Yang Yue just got some opportunities, so he wanted to provoke the status of Senior Brother Tong, Senior Brother Tong is the undefeated myth of the outer gate, and Yang Yue is far behind."

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and most of them were inclined to Tong Baichuan, thinking that Yang Yue's life was in danger, because after all, the gap between the realms of the two was there.

The ridicule under the ring sounded in pieces, most of them belittled Yang Yue and praised Tong Baichuan, and even the monks who cheered for Yang Yue just now were silent, they didn't dare to cheer for Yang Yue, for fear of being retaliated against by Tong Baichuan. At that moment, a high-pitched voice rang out, even drowning out the taunts.

"Yang Yue will win, Yang Yue is invincible, the slaughter god is on the throne, and he is invincible as a newcomer." The little fat man got a big flag from nowhere, and tore open the broken gong to cheer for Yang Yue.

Shamo stood beside the little fat man like a cold-faced Shura to protect him from plotting against some Tong Baichuan's minions.

Smiling indifferently, Yang Yue retracted his gaze, at this moment his fighting spirit was high, the long knife in his hand vibrated and swallowed a sharp breath.

"I can't help myself."

Tong Baichuan glanced at Yang Yue with contempt, patted the storage on his waist, and suddenly a cold light flashed, and a sharp sword slammed into Yang Yue's throat, thinking of a move to result Yang Yue.

Yang Yue's hand fell, the long knife slashed fiercely on the sharp sword, his body retreated a few steps in a huge shock, and the long sword swirled and fell into Tong Baichuan's hand.

Everyone's eyes froze, and sure enough, this Yang Yue was not Senior Brother Tong's opponent, and he couldn't even parry a move.

"Such a poor cultivator also wants to be a hero to save the beauty, go to hell and be a hero!"

Tong Baichuan shouted vigorously, his momentum exploded, and the long sword in his hand slashed down, and the dazzling sword light made it impossible to look at directly.

In the face of this sharp sword, Yang Yue still had no intention of retreating, and slashed at each other with both hands with his long knife, and the light of the snow sword was like a match in the sky.

"Boom!"

A huge roar sounded, the sword light and sword qi raged, and a terrifying wave of qi spread out around the two of them, and a group of monks who were closer to the ring were churned and fell to the ground by the shocking qi and blood.

is so strong, they are worthy of being the two strongest in the outer gate, and even the aftermath is unbearable.

The two of them parted with a touch, each retreating a few steps, and at this moment, the long knife in Yang Yue's hand broke inch by inch, and they only collided twice before they became remnants.

"Die!"

Tong Baichuan naturally wouldn't let go of this opportunity, he jumped up in the air, and the sharp long sword slashed at Yang Yue's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

Yang Yue shook his hand and threw the broken long knife towards Tong Baichuan's front door, and then slapped the storage bag, a clear sword roar came out, and the next moment a pitch-black sword hilt appeared in Yang Yue's hand, which was the heavy sword Chengying.

Everyone showed a strange look, this Yang Yue had taken the wrong weapon, and even took a remnant soldier without a sword blade, but the next moment their eyes were fixed there.

I saw Yang Yue wielding a six-inch-long pitch-black sword hilt, and used a move to catch the moon from the bottom up to meet Tong Baichuan's sword. With the sound of gold and iron, several sparks flashed in the void, which were sparks generated by the collision of weapons.

"What a unique sword, the blade of the sword is actually transparent." Everyone suddenly realized that what Yang Yue was holding was not a broken hilt, but a peculiar sword, and they only saw the hilt, but not the body of the sword.

The net weight of the Chengying Sword is eight hundred and sixty catties, combined with Yang Yue's powerful bloodline divine power, it is simply like a tiger with wings, this seemingly ordinary sword is unparalleled in strength, like a mountain range of powerful sinks, and after a few hard touches, the sword in Tong Baichuan's hand was shocked and flew out.

Tong Baichuan's face became more and more hideous, this Yang Yue grew up too fast, if he didn't kill him today, it would be him Tong Baichuan who would die in the future.

"That's the end of it! You will be the eighth person to die under my martial spirit, which is enough to be proud. ”

As Tong Baichuan's words landed, a fierce aura raged out, as if some peerless beast had awakened, and a behemoth appeared behind Tong Baichuan.

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