The golden little dragon ran back and forth several times, gradually dimming until it all melted into Qin Yang's blood.

At the moment when all the golden dragons disappeared, Qin Yang was shocked by electricity, and he spasmed, and his momentum suddenly rose.

From a distance, a red fire man was half-kneeling, boiling the surrounding temperature.

The body, which was originally full of wounds, was being scorched at this time, emitting a burning smell.

The huge pain caused Qin Yang's originally clenched fist to slam into Fengyuntai, and the Chixiao Sword was thrown to the side.

It seems to be a steel strike, "boom"!

On the platform, a clearly visible fist mark appeared.

The pain devoured his heart, Qin Yang suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, his voice was hoarse, and everyone was so startled that they paced in place.

Finally, the sea of qi in the body expanded rapidly, increasing by more than ten times before it could be stopped, and the scorched black wound quickly scarred, which looked extremely terrifying from a distance.

Homogeneous realm!

Qin Yang's hideous facial features slowly unfolded, and a pair of eyes shone brightly. Slowly getting up, with a slight move of his right hand, the Chixiao Sword flew back to his right hand and held it.

The wild bull looked at Qin Yang, who was like a new life, and a sense of crisis suddenly arose in his heart. He also clenched his broadsword and put on a defensive posture.

Qin Yang still lowered his head and felt for a moment. Suddenly, he swooped down, holding the Chixiao Sword and slashing towards the brute bull. The figure shook for a moment, and the speed was obviously a big step higher than just now.

The brute bull was secretly frightened, and he didn't dare to hold it up, and the homogeneous six-layer realm aura immediately blessed the blade and slashed at Qin Yang.

The swords collided, and the two took a few steps back.

The brute bull was surprised, he was so strong, and he hit an even match with the full force of his combat power.

Qin Yang didn't hesitate, a brisk step to catch up and slash away, and the brute bull hurriedly raised his knife to meet each other.

As soon as the two of them retreated, Qin Yang launched the next impact.

It seems to be a repetition of the old tricks, but it is different.

After more than a dozen heavy blows, the brute bull was already panting, sweating profusely, holding the knife and cracking the tiger's mouth, and the bruised tendons seemed to be showing his anger.

Qin Yang is not having a good time, although the breakthrough combat power has increased greatly, but in the face of the infinite strength of the brute bull, and the realm gap is so big, he has not taken much advantage, he is disheveled, and the charred flesh and skin inside can be seen everywhere, and several scarred wounds on his arms have also collapsed again.

Everyone in the audience watched the two of them fight with swords again and again, this is the category of force, and it is the simplification of the avenue.

In the face of Qin Yang's crazy impact, the brute bull's strength had been consumed, and he was suddenly furious, and he tried his best to dodge Qin Yang's head-on blow, and moved more than ten steps to the left.

Everyone was puzzled, why did the brute bull give up hard resistance, was it too strong?

When everyone was puzzled, the wild cow had words in his mouth, stepped on the ground and volleyed, the big knife turned the angle, and slashed out obliquely, "opening the mountain and chopping"!

The broadsword slashed out with a white light, and the surrounding air was instantly drained, making people breathless.

"Open the mountain and slash! Intermediate and high-level combat skills, the brute bull has actually practiced"!

"Look at this knife body, it seems to be blessed with a thousand powers, and the blade is three feet sharp, which can hurt people."

Seeing the sudden blow, Qin Yang's face changed greatly, and with a finger, Chixiao Sword rose and went up in response.

In the air, the crimson blade slammed into the white blade, the big knife paused, and then pressed down again, the Chixiao Sword had no strength in the air, and was beaten.

Qin Yang caught the figure of the Chixiao Sword and forcibly rolled to the side, and several bones on his back seemed to be misplaced. The brute bull holding the big knife immediately cut down, and a knife mark flashed on the wind and cloud platform.

Seeing that the wild bull had ruthlessly used the mid-level combat technique to open the mountain, Qin Yang endured the pain in his back, and no longer kept his hand, and the human swords flew together, rushing towards the wild bull together.

The brute bull stepped on the earth, the power of qi and blood exploded, and he held the knife in both hands and broke away.

The flying sword was shot down with a bang, and Qin Yang didn't care. has reached the front of the bull, and the flying sword flew back to the grip again in an instant when he raised his hand, slashing towards the front chest of the bull.

The bull closed his sword with both hands to block, and the swords collided.

The Chixiao Sword couldn't advance a single bit, Qin Yang's right hand shook off the Chixiao Sword, the sword body rotated around and immediately flew to the left hand, and continued to cut towards the shoulder of the brute bull.

The brute bull was shocked, Qin Yang's sword seemed to be a living thing, flickering east and west, attacking left and right, and hurriedly coping with it for a while.

"This sword technique looks familiar, it seems that Senior Brother Yan has used it", Xu Guan on the atrium peak held the white-bearded fox with his right hand and said suspiciously.

Everyone in the audience was also secretly surprised, this battle skill in Qingyang Sect was unheard of. It's not that I haven't seen a flying sword, although the powerhouse of the Empty Ming Realm does not have the ability to fly, but he can also urge foreign objects to kill the enemy in the air, but it is the first time I have seen it as flexible as soon as he enters the homogeneous realm.

Qin Yang's Transformation Chixiao Sword slashed left and right, and he was at ease.

The brute bull was in chaos for a while, and the defense was lawless. Shouted: "Giant Willow Fufeng"! Dao Feng instantly changed direction, and only cut Qin Yang's waist and left.

Qin Yang couldn't dodge head-on, so he had to lean down, and he was about to fall to the ground, only to see Qin Yang propping up his hands, his body stopped half-upside down, and his right leg immediately stood up to the flying Chixiao Sword and pushed forward suddenly, impartially, until the left abdomen of the brute bull.

"Snort", two breaking sounds came at the same time. The knife cuts into the right thigh and cuts out. Similarly, the sword went into the lower abdomen and stopped half an inch.

Two streams of blood spurted out, and the two of them were in pain together, and they fell down.

"Good swordsmanship, even better swordsmanship", someone in the audience couldn't help shouting.

The audience was silent, and no one would have thought that they would lose both.

"I lost, I'm not as good as you", the brute bull looked at Qin Yang, and a burst of loss flashed in his eyes.

Qin Yang didn't think so, not only comforting the brute, but also not caring about winning or losing at all.

Without saying much, the brute picked up the big knife, staggered up, and walked towards the stage.

Qin Yang also stood up with his sword, let the blood on his leg not stop, and walked towards the nameless peak.

Everyone looked at the backs of the two, and suddenly there was a change on the stone tablet behind the stage, and the name of Qin Yang flashed after the wild bull, and the two of them were ranked three hundred and seventy-one.

After a long time, there was no noise in the audience, and I don't know what they were thinking.

The remnant sun is like blood, and it is also an indispensable touch in this landscape painting.

On the top of thousands of steps, a trailing blood stain appeared, and from a distance, a young man was dragging his heavy thighs up the stairs.

The way back is full of helplessness, but the sky is too high, this nameless peak is too high, and it is difficult to climb.

Finally, the last step has arrived, and the blood on the thigh has gradually stopped and the blood scar has formed.

As the sun set and the night came, Qin Yang looked at the infinitely desolate low house and plunged into it.

After a day's fighting, he was already exhausted, and when he arrived on the couch, he fell asleep.

The black scroll in the Mud Pill Palace suddenly appeared, and a vast aura of heaven and earth swept out, and the surrounding air quickly retreated and squeezed in all directions as if trembling, and the gravity in the room lost its balance, and instantly entered a mysterious world.

Qin Yang floated in the air and stood still, his whole body shining.

As if there was a will to recover, he dragged Qin Yang to shuttle continuously, and hundreds of millions of miles came in a blink of an eye, seeing the vastness of the starry sky and the magnificence of the sea.

Heaven and earth are in my heart, in my fingertips, let me travel, I can go down to the five oceans, and I can pick the stars with my hand. Looking down on the earth, all living beings are not the way, as if I am the way of heaven.

The misplaced bones on Qin Yang's back were slowly returning to their positions, and a scorched black blood scar was falling off, and the residual dragon blood power in the blood was completely intensified when it broke through, and the blood vessels were instantly expanded several times. The aura of the homogeneous layer is condensing, quickly digesting the gains brought by a day's battle.

A quarter of an hour later, the black scroll flew back into the Mud Pill Palace, and Qin Yang fell into the collapse again, and the house fell into silence and darkness.

The next day, it was another sunny day.

A ray of sunlight shone in through the low window, which happened to hit Qin Yang's face, and he felt the heat of his face, and slowly opened his eyes.

I vaguely remember having a strange dream, dreaming that I could think of thousands of miles, dreaming that I saw the stars and the sea, and wading through mountains and rivers to a far, far away place.

I got up and stretched my waist, and I was relaxed. Suddenly thinking of the injury on his thigh, he subconsciously moved his right leg.

"Okay!" Looking at his powerful right leg, Qin Yang scratched his head in surprise, with an unbelievable expression.

Out of the door, inhale and stand still, the sea of qi moved, and the Chixiao Sword returned to its place.

Feeling the strong pulse and a wider sea of qi, Qin Yang couldn't wait to hold his sword and dance.

After a hearty moment, half an hour passed, touched his cooing belly, "Go to the canteen, and by the way, settle the account and get back the identity plate", thinking like this, Qin Yang walked down the peak.

Three meals a day, the root of mortals. At this time, although the dining hall was not as noisy as at noon, it was still a bustling scene.

Qin Yang strode over, reaching the second floor.

When I came to the counter, I looked at Cao An, who was looking at the meaty face, was recording something, and I didn't bother abruptly.

As if sensing Qin Yang's scorching gaze, Cao An raised his head and collided with his gaze.

"Here, what to eat", Cao An smiled slightly, with a familiar expression.

"Whatever, I'll take back the identity nameplate and settle the account by the way", Qin Yang looked at Cao An's smiling face and was slightly stunned, and said softly.

"Sit down first, I'll come right away", Cao An said and stretched out his hand to call a small guy who ran through the hall and muttered a few words.

Qin Yang didn't say anything more, and sat down nearby.

didn't wait for a long time, Cao An's running hall just now came to him with a big tray on his face, with a smile on his face.

The food is on the table, and the color and aroma of the dishes seem to be raised to a higher level.

The little guy bent down and said "Say hello if you have something", turned around and left.

Cao An looked at Qin Yang who was close in the background, with a puzzled expression, "Didn't you say that you were injured, why did you look better than you did then?"

In this crowded dining hall, Cao An can be described as a little PHS of the Qingyang Sect, even if he doesn't take the initiative to inquire, the disciples who come and go daily chat, and the various news he has heard will make him know all kinds of matters in the sect.

Cao An shook his head and took Qin Yang's identity nameplate, and he had learned yesterday that Qin Yang won a thousand contribution points by betting on Fengyun Platform. Without hesitation, he scratched a black stone in the background, and a burst of white light flashed, and the transaction was completed.

Today's meal is really very attentive, Qin Yang looked satisfied, got up and came to the backstage, and did not wait to speak.

"Two hundred contribution points, plus the two hundred contribution points recorded last time, a total of four hundred contribution points, and the identity nameplate is collected", Cao An still said with a smile.

Today's spiritual food is obviously much better than last time, and the price should be more expensive, but Cao An still received two hundred contribution points, probably because Cao An intended this.

Qin Yang was not pretentious, nodded in greeting, and then left.