Yang Ming roared angrily, and his strong qi and blood suddenly bloomed, and he was killed with a horizontal fist.

The power of more than 200,000 catties exploded directly, and this kind of physical power was too powerful, which made people look sideways.

Zhao Heng quickly urged the Purple River Secret Method, and the Purple River Tribulation suddenly struck, the momentum was magnificent, the purple qi was permeated, and the runes in it were shining brightly, and they bombarded out with mighty power.

Yang Ming's right fist slammed into the explosion, blasting the mighty river, and the runes in it exploded, turning into water droplets and scattering in all directions.

But the scattered droplets of water condensed violently, turning into a rushing purple river again.

This Purple River secret method is really strong, like flowing water, inclusive of all things, and extremely tough, it can recover quickly after such a strong bombardment, but this secret method is too strong.

"Humph!"

Yang Ming snorted coldly, urged Feng Ling Sword Finger with his left hand, and the sharp edge cut the purple river, and then came to Zhao Heng, and slashed out with a fist.

Zhao Heng blocked the horizontal knife in front of his chest, resisting the strength of this punch. But the force of this punch was too strong, and he was bombarded backwards, his body staggered, the sharp knife trembled, and his body was in turmoil.

He is not a physical cultivation known for the strength of his physical body, and his defense power is naturally strong when the Purple River surrounds his body, but this Purple River secret method is not there, and his own defense power is still insufficient.

Yang Ming hit another heavy punch, the essence in his eyes flickered, and the power of the riot spread violently, blasting towards Zhao Heng again.

Although Zihe turned around quickly, it was still too late, and Yang Ming's punch hit Zhao Heng's body again.

Rumble!

Zhao Heng's body flew out like gravel, smashing the trees behind him.

At this moment, Yang Ming's momentum is immense, and it is unique for a while! This kind of spirit is amazing, and it is very strong.

There were also some monks watching from the side, wanting to reap the benefits of the fisherman, but they were also very surprised to see Yang Ming's momentum.

"This guy is not in the Soul Pool Realm, how can he have such a strong strength!" the man was shocked.

Now Yang Ming's strength is even stronger than some Heart Lotus Realm body cultivators, and his strength is too terrifying, it is already so strong that they can't understand it.

"Get out of here!"

Yang Ming's eyes flashed, and he punched out again, and the qi and blood and true yuan in his body completely poured out, and the qi machine rioted!

Because Kong Jie was involved by those two strong men, he wanted to solve it as soon as possible to help, even if he couldn't help. But if he loses both, he can still leave with Kong Jie.

"I must kill you!" Luo Wenyu's black hair fluttered, the long sword in his hand flashed with dazzling light, and the riotous sword aura emerged.

The sword qi turned into a monstrous wind, and the fierce wind was enough to destroy the mountain peaks and turn the giant stone into powder.

The sword wind destroyed the sky, and the terrifying power slashed at Yang Ming's body, Yang Ming swung his fist to blast the sword qi, but the heavenly Gangfeng continued to cut the body, this power was too strong, even if it urged the Chiyuan forging body, it was difficult to resist, leaving a deep blood mark on his body.

It was difficult to distinguish between the top and bottom for a while, and Zhao Heng killed violently, and the sword aura was vertical and horizontal, making it difficult for Yang Ming to dodge.

Startled collision, firelight splashed, Zhao Heng and Luo Wenyu are both young talents in the Heart Lotus Realm, and they are not the existence of the Heart Lotus Realm for the first time, no matter how strong Yang Ming is, the two who are serious in the face are still lagging behind.

Yang Ming fought desperately, his fist strength was shocking, he was going to force himself to the realm of frequent death now, let the unicorn egg essence and cyan fragments in his body be urged, and let the power explode!

In the fierce battle, the other monks were also ready to move, the treasure was moving, the three-color divine armor was too rare, and they all had intentions.

And in mid-air, a voice full of malice sounded: "Sparrow King Feather, I didn't expect to encounter such a magic weapon here!"

The wild bull beast was still a little afraid of existence, and said, "I didn't expect you to be involved." ”

"Wait, this magic weapon is so suitable for me, I naturally want to decide! Wait, boy, you are actually here!"

The voice in the air became very angry, staring at the direction of the battle between Yang Ming and the others.

"Boy, I'm going to kill you!"

This made the existence of the wild bull fierce beast jealous turned out to be a nine-headed bird, and the nine-headed bird at this moment turned into a huge fierce bird body, staring at Yang Ming with scarlet eyes.

Yang Ming also panicked when he saw that it was the nine-headed bird, and he punched out regardless of the damage, shaking Zhao Heng and the two away, although his hands left two deep marks, he still didn't care, and directly urged the ring that had dimmed by a small half, and left quickly.

"Bastard, don't you want to escape!" The nine-headed bird could be said to be furious, because Yang Ming had lost a lot of treasures, not to mention, he had also lost a life. And all the benefits in the bronze ancient hall were taken away by Yang Ming, and this anger can be said to have reached the extreme.

Kong Jie in the air gritted his teeth again, and urged part of the Feather Flying Knife to stop the nine-headed bird.

"What's in the way, get out of the way!" the nine-headed bird shouted angrily, and its huge claws overflowing with evil qi slapped out, and the blood was mighty, fierce and terrifying.

The Feather Flying Knife collided with it, and the brilliant light spread from it, and if the crisp sound like a jade shatter sounded, the Feather Flying Knife was suppressed one after another, and cracks appeared on it.

This shows that the strength of the nine-headed bird is stronger than that of the wild bull beast and the monk in Tsing Yi, and this fierce power is eye-catching.

Kong Jie didn't answer, but just tried his best to urge this Feather Flying Knife to infuse all his true vitality and blood, and forcibly activate the residual power of the mysterious fruit in this depleted state.

The feather covered the sky, and the brilliant light emanated from it, and the number of feather flying knives became even larger, and the momentum was surging, covering all three.

"Arrogant boy, you still want to fight three with one!" the wild bull and fierce beast roared angrily, surging with anger and blood, covering a large area of feathers and slaughtering them.

The monk in Tsing Yi didn't say anything, his eyes changed, because there were two fierce beasts here, even if he killed Kong Jie, the king of sparrows, it would be difficult for him to get into his hands.

The nine-headed bird is even more ferocious, and the terrifying power blasts out, and the evil aura is full of the sky, and the ferocity is terrifying.

Rumble!

A large area of feather flying knives was directly destroyed, turning into a brilliant rain of light.

Kong Jie coughed up blood, his body staggered back, and even his eyes had bright red blood flowing out. The difference in this realm is really too big, and it is really difficult to resist facing three people at the same time.

In addition, there is not much residual strength of the Sparrow King Feather now, and it will soon be completely exhausted.

However, the nine-headed bird did not stop at all, and flew directly in the direction of Yang Ming with its wings.

"Old Yang, I've tried my best to stop it. Kong Jie smiled bitterly, his current situation was also precarious.

But the wild bull beast and the monk in green clothes had a hideous expression and killed again.

"Poof!"

Although Yang Ming urged this finch king feather, now this power has been greatly reduced, and it is difficult to resist, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

"Hand me over the feathers of the Sparrow!" the monk in Tsing Yi smirked, reaching out and grabbing Kong Jie's body.