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Yan Zhaoge's palm fell, and Yang Zhaozhen's hands were supported together, and he finally supported Yan Zhaoge's palm, so he was not killed by a palm!

But holding Yan Zhaoge's palm, the bones of Yang Zhaozhen's whole body crackled together!

It was as if countless pieces of fine iron were shattered and cracked together.

Yang Zhaozhen's entire body was trembling, and terrifying cyan flames erupted from the acupoints.

But as soon as the cyan flame lit up, it was extinguished again in an instant.

In the roar, Yang Zhaozhen's entire body was a little shorter, and he was slapped by Yan Zhaoge, and his knees were weak, and he almost knelt down!

He roared wildly, and the terrifying qi and blood of his body erupted, trying to stand up straight.

But the pressure from above pressed his body even lower, and the bones of his whole body bent together.

Yang Zhaozhen wanted to be stiff, but he couldn't stand it at all, if he wanted to stiffen, the result would be crushed to the bone.

Yan Zhao Singer pressed Yang Zhaozhen with his palm, and looking at Yang Zhaozhen's already blood-red face, he smiled and raised his other hand.

Under Yang Zhaozhen's desperate gaze, Yan Zhaoge cast the Fantian Seal with both palms and knocked him down.

With a "boom", there was an explosion sound in Yang Zhaozhen's body!

Then there was the continuous sound of broken bones and muscles, which rang out in one and the ear was endless.

Yang Zhaozhen opened his mouth, but he didn't have time to make any sound, but a large amount of blood spurted out.

The blood all over his body seemed to be squeezed out at this moment, oozing out from every sweat pore on his body, staining it into a bloody person.

All the bones around his body were shattered, and all his internal organs turned into blood.

The cyan stone fire was uncontrollable and burned in Yang Zhaozhen's own body.

In the Dragon Palace, Yan Zhaoge calmly withdrew his palm, watching Yang Zhaozhen's body in front of him shatter, blood and fire scattering.

On the other side, Ao Han Wuyi and the Black Feather Slaughter Golden Spear are still entangled, but Yan Zhaoge no longer cares, let them fight upside down, it is also in the Dragon Palace, even if the Black Feather Slaughter Golden Gun has its own thinking and wants to run, it can't run out of the Dragon Palace.

Yan Zhao Ge turned around and pushed open the gate of the Dragon Palace, walked out of it, and looked down at the people in Laofeng City below.

Everyone in the city is also looking up at the dragon hall that towers in the sky.

Yan Zhaoge and Yang Zhaozhen entered, no one didn't care.

Although Yang Zhaozhen was beaten and fled with his head in his hands before, the inherent respect for the martial saint powerhouse in people's hearts still made everyone feel uneasy.

However, when they saw Yan Zhaoge's calm faction and walked out of the gate of the Dragon Hall as if nothing had happened, everyone knew the result of this battle.

Yan Zhao Ge cultivated as a great grandmaster, crossed the border and killed the martial saint powerhouse, the general Luan Xiang of the Great Xuan Dynasty, and Yang Zhaozhen, the "Fire Peng"!

The extraordinary grandmaster in front of him is not only outrageously young, but his cultivation is even more thorough, and he is proud of the others.

Feng Yunsheng and Ah Hu are just that, and the others can't help but be a little distracted at the moment.

Zhang Qiansong of the Dark Sect stared at Yan Zhaoge in the sky with wide eyes at this moment, completely speechless.

Hearing Yan Zhaoge mention the fall of Deng Sen and others of the Bright Sect before, Zhang Qiansong was shocked, but after all, it has not been completely confirmed.

Moreover, in Zhang Qiansong's understanding, it was the generosity of the elders of Yan Zhao Ge's family.

As for Yan Zhaoge in front of him, in Zhang Qiansong's mind, at such a young age, becoming a great grandmaster and martial artist is already a genius.

He never thought that Yan Zhaoge's cultivation realm had actually reached the transcendent realm of the Ten Peaks of the Great Grandmaster.

I didn't expect that Yan Zhaoge's strength was so strong that he actually killed Yang Zhaozhen, a martial saint powerhouse.

The process was not complicated, but Zhang Qiansong was dumbfounded and speechless for a long time.

At such an age, with such cultivation, and with such strength, in the entire Huangjihai, Zhang Qiansong couldn't imagine that there was a second person who could do it.

His own Dark Sect, or the forces of the Great Xuan Dynasty, the Bright Sect, and other forces, the top lineage descendants, could not find such a transcendent great master who was less than thirty years old.

I can't find it now, going back to the history of various sects, at least Zhang Qiansong can't think of such an amazing and brilliant character for a while.

Yan Zhaoge took the Zhenlong Palace, fell back to the ground, and looked at Zhang Qiansong with a smile: "Then Yang Zhaozhen, I will kill it directly, your sect doesn't mind, right?" I don't know if your sect has other arrangements in Luan Xiangzhou." ”

Zhang Qiansong woke up and said angrily: "Everyone will be punished for the thief, and if Mr. Yan kills him, this sect will naturally have no objections." ”

He came back to his senses at this moment, looked at Yan Zhaoge's gaze, and couldn't help but become hot.

Now, Zhang Qiansong really urgently felt that his own Dark Sect needed to win over Yan Zhaoge and the teachers behind him.

The Wei family's mansion is already in shambles.

The Wei family horses, who were unwilling to make a move on Yan Zhaoge, Zhang Qiansong and others before, couldn't sit still at this time, but they didn't dare to approach Yan Zhaoge and them, and they were in an embarrassing dilemma.

Patriarch Wei Yunchang was silent, and there was not a drop of brilliance in his eyes.

Even Wei Lang, who had been imprisoned before, was released at this time, staring blankly at the scene in front of him, like a clay sculpture and wood carving.

"Mr. Yan, what ......do you see" Zhang Qiansong observed Yan Zhaoge's expression, Yan Zhaoge shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Your sect's handling is that I have no intention of making a move, but someone is just killing himself." ”

After that, Yan Zhaoge went back to the room leisurely.

Zhang Qiansong looked at Wei Lang and his son and sighed.

As for how the Dark Sect dealt with the Wei family, Yan Zhaoge really didn't pay attention to it.

In comparison, Yang Zhaozhen was much heavier than them, but Yan Zhaoge still would not show mercy to his subordinates.

Soon, the people from the Dark Sect who came to pick up Zhang Qiansong also arrived.

Zhang Qiansong was the first time to explain the situation of Yan Zhaoge, and when all the colleagues heard it, their eyes suddenly bulged out, and they couldn't close their mouths in shock.

The group hurriedly informed the supreme leader of the Dark Sect's activities in Luan Xiangzhou, the elder of the sect, the double of the martial saints, and the powerhouse of the mid-phase realm, Wang Wenmin.

Wang Wenmin was originally confronting Yang Zhaozhen, and recently he was wondering that Yang Zhaozhen suddenly disappeared, but who knew that when he received news from him again, it was already Yang Zhaozhen's death.

And what surprised him even more was that Yang Zhaozhen was beaten to death with his bare hands by a great grandmaster martial artist!

This made Wang Wenmin startled, he and Yang Zhaozhen fought many times, and naturally knew that Yang Zhaozhen had a low-grade holy soldier black feather slaughter golden gun in his hand, and the man and gun were one, that is, Wang Wenmin himself did not have a holy soldier with him, and he did not fail to win this opponent several times.

As a result, someone now told him that Yang Zhaozhen was beaten to death by a great grandmaster?

Wang Wenmin's first reaction was disbelief.

Then he heard that the Great Grandmaster Martial Artist also had a holy soldier in his hand, he breathed a sigh of relief and nodded slightly: "No wonder that...... That's not right!"

Even if there is a holy soldier who falls Yang Zhaozhen's black feather slaughter golden gun, and Yang Zhaozhen's dignified martial saint is killed by a great grandmaster, no wonder he is a ghost!

Rao is Wang Wenmin is used to seeing the wind and waves, and for a moment, his mind was also buzzing. (To be continued.) )