"Ternary"

Yue Hanfeng shouted angrily, and finally reached the Purple Mansion Double, although it was short-lived, but it was a real Purple Mansion Double.

This is his last hole card and his battle for dignity.

He is the head of the five masters, the leader of the younger generation, the first person in the eighteen mountains of autumn hunting, he is arrogant, and he does not allow himself to fail.

"Boom"

With a loud bang, before the brute bull, behind Jiang Yuan, two more brute bulls suddenly appeared, and they were horns with each other before.

"This ...... This ......"

Everyone was completely shocked by the scene of this competition, and the climax was wave after wave.

"The Power of the Bull"

Yue Hanfeng spat out a mouthful of blood, it was clear that his body had reached its limit and wanted to end this battle quickly.

"Quick, prepare the pill......" Yue Peng scolded, even if he wins, Yue Hanfeng will definitely win miserably.

Jiang Yuan looked at the three brute bulls, knowing that this was far from the previous Frog Dragon, Tiger and the like, the Arhat body opened again, adjusting the physical body to the best state.

As soon as the right hand moved, a black sword appeared in the hand, it was the Qingming Sword condensed in the Hall of Eternal Life, and as soon as the left hand was stretched, the thunder in the sky burst out, and the sword was stretched out, leading the thunder to the Qingming Sword, and the purple arc flashed with vivid light, jumping back and forth on the black sword.

A series of actions were completed in one go when Yue Hanfeng summoned the three brute bulls.

"Fuhu"

The golden three-eyed golden pattern tiger suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Yuan, and the golden tiger rose with the wind, full of a hundred zhang, and was the same size as a wild bull.

The three brute bulls attacked towards Jiang Yuan, and the force of the collision directly tore apart the aura of heaven and earth, like a big mountain pressing on Jiang Yuan's chest.

Jiang Yuan took advantage of the situation and swung a sword towards his chest, this sword contained the comprehension of the "broken sword style" for a hundred years.

A hundred years of sword dismantling, although it is only a move.

Before Jiang Yuan saw Mo Li's Mo family sword, Jiang Yuan had always thought that sword moves were very important, but now he didn't think so.

However, a hundred years of time is not wasted, and Jiang Yuan's understanding of the sword has surpassed those of the Sword Sect.

"Thorny ......"

The aura in front of him dissipated directly, and there was no aura within a thousand zhang range, and the body of the three brute bulls was shocked, and they paused for three breaths, and after three breaths, the three brute bulls recovered their aura, and then stepped on it.

Jiang Yuan didn't know that his blow could buy him three breaths of time, so he had to dodge left and right, and raided with the golden tiger, wanting to break through the defense of this brute bull, but he was always surrounded by the wall, affected by the collision and trampling force of these three brute bulls.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Everyone saw that Jiang Yuan and Jin Hu were trapped in it, and they had no power to fight back except for the previous sword, so they felt the terrifying aura of the three wild bulls.

The three brute bulls seemed to have formed an unbreakable formation, and with their footsteps and collisions, they were approaching Jiangyuan step by step.

Jiang Yuan felt that the three brute bulls were getting closer and closer, and in ten breaths, they were shortened by six hundred zhang, and the distance of a thousand zhang was already troublesome, and the density of the aura was getting heavier and heavier, and the pressure brought by each attack was also increasing.

These three bulls are not just compressing the distance, but the space!!

Jiang Yuan suddenly realized this, ten breaths, he needs ten breaths of time, and use a hundred years of perception on this sword, a sword without sword moves, belongs to his own "sword breaking style".

As if he understood, the golden tiger slammed towards a brute bull.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The wild bull stepped on the golden tiger one by one, and the golden light gradually shook and dissipated......

"Eight-Breath ......"

Between the tossing and turning of Jiangyuan, a hundred years of time are vivid.

"Three hundred zhang ......"

"Boom, boom, boom......"

"Five-Breath ......"

"One hundred and fifty zhang ......"

"Boom, boom, boom......"

A tiger roared into the sky.

At this moment, the golden tiger actually bit the thigh of a wild bull and withstood the pace of the three bulls.

"Moo......"

The three wild bulls let out a cow cry, and the mountains shook suddenly, and the water in the lake seemed to be rolling, churning outward.

"Jiang Yuan, the time of death has arrived......" Yue Hanfeng's pale face showed a slight smile.

"Three-Breath ......"

"Roaring ......"

The golden tiger let out another roar, and was trampled by three brute bulls and broke his sternum, unable to support it, and fell in mid-air.

"Two Breath ......"

"Fifty zhang ......"

Three huge bull's hooves appeared on the top of the source of the river, compressing the spiritual energy of thousands of zhang into ten zhang, and smashed it down with the spiritual pressure that destroyed the world and destroyed the earth.

This blow, even if it is the peak of ten thousand thousands, will be turned into rubble in an instant.

"Not good, withdraw"

Almost everyone in the stands realized that if this blow continued, the entire martial arts platform would cease to exist.

Dao Dao Guanghua retreated sharply towards the sky......

"Boom ......" Golden Tiger didn't know when, appeared at the top of the source of the river, under the hooves of the ox, turned into a little golden light, and returned to the body of the source of the river.

"One Breath ......"

Jiang Yuan seemed to see a docile and cute little tiger, licking his paws on the grass, squinting his eyes and smiling at him.

The cow's hooves passed through the golden light, and the aura had turned black, reaching three feet above the source of the river.

Jiang Yuan's chest was tight, and the three ribs on his chest were directly broken.

"That's enough...... Jiang Yuan waved his right hand, and the Qingming Sword drew a black arc above his head.

The aura was directly fixed in place, time seemed to stand still at this moment, and only the sword qi drawn by Jiang Yuan from the Qingming Sword exploded between the three brute bulls......

The white light stung everyone's eyes, and even stabbed Yue Hanfeng's body.

The stage was directly crushed into stone under the white light and rolled into the lake.

In the sky, it was like fire for ten miles......

The heat wave after the white light directly injured many mortal spiritual monks under the protection of the family.

By the time everyone opened their eyes, the three wild bulls had already dissipated, and there were arcs of electricity in the sky, crackling and ringing.

On the surface of the lake, Yue Hanfeng's hair was scattered and dumbfounded, and a blood hole appeared on his left shoulder, and the blood flowed down his left arm, falling on the surface of the lake but not dissolving in water.

Jiang Yuan stood behind Yue Hanfeng, his right hand was covered with blood, and it dripped down the surface of the lake along the black sword, which was also insoluble in water.

"The last blow...... Is that you?"

"It's me...... Master Exercises...... Wind and Thunder ...... The first ......"

"Where's the apprenticeship?"

"No comment"

"Good...... Hurry up ......"

After Yue Hanfeng finished speaking, his eyes closed and he fell on the surface of the lake.

Only a few people felt the breath of wind and thunder, and the breath alone made them feel enough shock.

Seeing such a picture, Jiang Wan and Mu Lei's hearts finally returned to their bodies from the clouds.

"Won ......"

I don't know who shouted, but the people of the Mo family realized that their Mo family had won......

The sound of cheers and joy resounded across the lake, and the Mo family raised their eyebrows like never before.

The fragrant sweat on Wen Siyu's forehead gradually dissipated, and she still had some regrets, but she was also shocked by Jiang Yuan's talent, especially the exercises......

Looking at the lake that was gradually returning to calm, before the start of the Great War, who would have thought that it would end in such a tragic way? Who would have thought that the undoubted leader of the young generation of the Eighteen Mountains of Autumn Hunting, the Yue Han Summit, who had both spiritual treasures and bloodline awakening, would fall.

Fall at the feet of an unknown Terran.

Yue Peng dodged out almost at the same time as Zhang Liran and landed in front of Yue Hanfeng.

Yue Peng picked up the seriously injured Yue Hanfeng, suddenly burst into tears, slowly picked up the unconscious Yue Hanfeng, turned around and was about to leave, as if there was no one else around except his father and son.

"Yue Peng, if you are at ease, hand him over to the old man, and the old man will accept him as a disciple. Zhang Liran looked at Yue Hanfeng in Yue Peng's arms and said meaningfully.

Yue Peng knew the significance of the bloodline awakening to the demon clan, and he knew that now he lost the position of the elder of the White Crane at the moment when Yue Hanfeng fell, and the Yue family was about to recover.

"Thank you seniors ......for your mercy," Yue Peng knelt down on one knee towards Zhang Liran: "My Yue's family ......"

"Yue Hanfeng is a closed disciple of my Zhang Ran, the Yue family is protected by the Zhang family from this moment on, if anyone is embarrassed by the Yue family, it is an enemy of my Zhang family, if you are not satisfied, you will come to Baimufeng to find me. Zhang Ran said.

Yue Peng's heart fell: "Thank you seniors...... No...... Head of House...... Pity ......"

Everyone present understood that even if the Yue family lost this game, it was still the biggest winner in the end.

Zhang Liran and Ji Ying, there are only eight of the supreme beings who can become the eighteen mountains of autumn hunting, and the Zhang family accounts for two, Yue Hanfeng was accepted as a closed disciple, and the Yue family entered the Zhang family and became its subordinate, which is what many families dream of.

But who made the family have a bloodline awakening that has not been in a hundred years?

Fang Cai's formation, except for Jiang Yuan, I am afraid that no one among his peers will be able to resist it.