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The figure of Yang Jiaoshen had just dimmed a little, and the next moment, Zhang Tian finished pinching the magic trick and suddenly shouted:

"Lock!"

In an instant, I saw that a chain of ghostly light flickered on the body of the Yang Jiao God, locking the entire body of the Yang Jiao God tightly.

This chain was caused by the eighteen punches that Zhang Tian had just hit.

The fist that didn't seem to cause damage to the Yang Jiao God was hiding a mystery.

This was Zhang Tian's eighteen explosive spirit fist using the last half of the true qi in his body.

And this Spirit Explosion Fist contains Taiyin Sword Qi in it, but it's not just that, such a combination of moves can't lock the Yang Jiao God to death.

Therefore, the position of these eighteen fists is one of the mysteries, the eighteen positions are combined into a soul-locking array in the body of the Yang Jiao God, and when the eighteen punches are finished, Zhang Tian will use the wisps of sun sword qi that meet them as a bridge, and activate the soul-locking array with his fingers.

After the formation locked the Yang Jiao God, a Taiyin sword above his head was a sword that killed the Yang Jiao God!

I have to say that in the other world that Zhang Tian saw, the eighteen styles of the Heavenly Separation taught by Tian Daozi were really mysterious, and with the continuous improvement of cultivation, the combination moves that could be used gradually increased, and they were ever-changing!

At this time, Yang Jiaoshen's expression was flustered, and in the face of the giant Taiyin Sword that came from the attack, he raised his head to the sky and roared:

"No!"

At this moment, everyone held their breath, except for the heartbroken Wu Qifu, everyone's eyes were dead looking at the earth-shattering picture in front of them, the members of the Yang Jiao family had no bottom in their hearts, and for the first time they had doubts about the invincible strength of the Yang Jiao God, they didn't know if the Yang Jiao God could resist this terrifying move!

Finally, under the eyes of everyone, the Taiyin Sword of more than thirty zhang slashed head-on at the Yang Jiao God!

"Ahh

The Yang Jiao God let out a deafening roar of pain, leaving the last words in this world:

"King of the Northern Cold! You don't have to die well! ”

After speaking, I saw that the body of the Yang Jiao God suddenly exploded, and a pale glow swept around, causing the wind and clouds to surge in the air, and the fog that covered the sky and the sun directly blocked the sun, causing the entire Yang Jiao Mountain to fall into darkness.

Accompanied by the darkness is the fierce wind of the masterpiece, and the wind force here at this time even reaches level ten, which directly blows many buildings in Yangjiao Shrine to collapse, countless flying sand and stones, and trees and flowing water are blown up.

At this moment, Yangjiao Shrine seems to have experienced a catastrophe, but although the tenth-level wind is strong, it can't blow the innate ability to release true qi.

In the Yang Jiao family, Yang Santong in the middle of the innate period, Yang Qiqi in the middle of the innate stage, and Yang Yishan in the late stage of the innate stage joined forces to raise a huge true qi barrier, wrapping dozens of people in the family without being affected.

On the other side, Wu Qifu, who was kneeling on the ground and was in love, did not operate the true qi place, and let the flying sand and stones slap on his body, leaving several scars.

The storm lasted two minutes before it subsided.

At this time, two minutes later, the smoke disappeared, and when everyone saw the scene on the field, their eyes were round in shock, and they all gasped.

"Yang Jiao God...... He's dead? ”

"Isn't the Yang Jiao God invincible! He's—he's dead..."

The disciples of the Yang Jiao family were incredulous, just now when they said this, Yang Yishan opened his mouth to admonish, but at this time, Yang Yishan was also dumbfounded, silent, and even Yang Santong and Yang Qiqi on the side heard him muttering in disbelief:

"Why is this happening.... How is this possible....."

Following their gaze, they saw that there was no body of the Yang Jiao God in the place where the body of the Yang Jiao God was just now, leaving behind patches of pale yellow starlight.

Like a beating elf, these starlights slowly converged together, forming a pale yellow light cluster the size of a basketball.

And within a second, the scope of this light cluster was reduced a little, and everyone could see that if the light cluster was allowed to dissipate like this, then it would not take five minutes for the light cluster to dissipate completely!

However, Zhang Tian's eyes lit up when he looked at the light cluster, and muttered:

"Beast Soul Essence!"

The next moment, in less than a second, everyone only heard a thunderous sound out of thin air, and Zhang Tian's body turned into a streamer of light and came to the front of the light cluster.

"Tsk, there's a lot of it, collect it!"

Zhang Tian looked at it with a hint of surprise, but his emotion did not affect his movements, and a crystal white jade bottle instantly appeared in his hand, including this basketball-sized pale yellow light cluster!

The whole process took less than a second, how could Zhang Tian be willing to waste the essence of the beast soul.

After collecting the essence of the beast soul, Zhang Tian glanced at Wu Qifu, who was kneeling on the ground below, and flew over with some bitterness on his expression.

When he came to the ground, Zhang Tian gently patted Wu Qifu's shoulder, groaned, and said, "Qifu, you..."

However, before he finished speaking, Wu Qifu stood up, at this time his eyes were extremely bloodshot, even his pupils contained a trace of blood, his face was extremely hideous, as if he was enchanted, he looked at the personnel of the Yangjiao family coldly, and the murderous intent in his eyes was monstrous:

"They..... Damn it! ”

As soon as the words fell, Wu Qifu's body rushed up.

The members of the Yangjiao family stared at each other when they saw this, especially Yang Yishan, Yang Santong and Yang Qiqi, they raised their eyebrows, they didn't look at Wu Qifu, because Wu Qifu was only in the early stage of congenital, and he couldn't pose any threat to them at all, their eyes were staring at Zhang Tian, I don't know if he would make a move on himself and others, if he did, then they didn't have the slightest hope!

When Yang Santong saw Wu Qifu rushing over, his expression was cold, and he pulled out a long knife from his waist to meet the enemy!

But at this moment, Yang Yishan's complexion suddenly changed, and he felt that the hairs on his whole body were rising, and he hurriedly looked at the ground, only to see that on the ground under the feet of the three people, a little cold light broke through the ground! In their round gaze.

"Puff puff..."

Three loud sounds came out, and bright red blood slowly flowed out of the chests of the three people!

"I... My Yangjiao family... Finished! ”

Yang Yishan looked desperate, trembling his lips and muttering, and then fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Wu Qifu paused, then slowly walked to the side of the dead Yang Santong, lifted the long knife that fell to the ground, he turned his eyes to look at the dozens of disciples of the Yang Jiao family, his eyes were red, and he rushed forward with a loud shout!

"Run!"

In the crowd, several people shouted to run away, and then they turned their heads and ran, among which there were three chemical warriors who were the fastest, but when they had just run more than ten steps, they saw that the deadly flying sword attacked like lightning, killing the three people in the blink of an eye! And after the flying sword finished killing the three people, it spun around dozens of people, and it seemed that they also knew who ran and who died!

If you don't run, you'll die!

The despair on their faces at the thought of this.

"Fight!"

This mortal situation also inspired their blood, and they all took out their weapons and rushed towards Wu Qifu!

"Ahhh

But how could they be Wu Qifu's opponents, only to hear the screams coming from the field, and with the sound, the members of the Yangjiao family fell in a pool of blood one by one.

In the shadow of the sword and sword, soon, in less than five minutes, there was only one person in the Wuyang Jiao family on the field!

"Dangchang."

The long knife in Wu Qifu's hand fell to the ground, he looked up at the sky, and exclaimed sadly: "Jingjing, I'm sorry for you." ”

Seeing this, Zhang Tian and Harrow Ruodan both sighed involuntarily, and at this moment, a weak voice came from a distance.

"Enlightenment ......"

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