"No, no, no! This trick is not practiced like this, the eagle probes the claws, not only ruthlessly, but also fast! Like this! Hurry up, hurry up! Go as fast as you can! ”

On the grass by the waterfall pool, Yang Zhen was patiently pointing out He Jin's eagle claw skills.

During the period of waiting for the arrival of the storm, Yang Zhen and He Jin chatted casually about some topics.

Yang Zhen was very pleased with this disciple who would still report to him after two years, so when he asked He Jin to perform the Eagle Claw Skill again, and saw that the Eagle Claw Skill he performed was wrong and missing, he couldn't help but start to correct him little by little.

This is already the second time.

The key points of the eleventh type of eagle claw skill, Yang Zhen did not hide the slightest secret, and taught it to him.

Among them, the latter four claw methods, He Jin had not learned at all before.

This time, Yang Zhen also taught him.

Yang Zhen's attainments in eagle claw skills, He Jin is well aware.

Therefore, although he knew that this set of eagle claw skills was no longer the most powerful martial arts, he still studied it very seriously.

Just when Yang Zhen was considering whether to teach him the two new eagle claw skills, a continuous sound of horses' hooves like rain faintly came from the left, and the sound was getting closer and louder.

Soon, He Jin, who was practicing the claw method with his heart, also heard it.

His face changed.

He Jin quickly stopped practicing.

"Master, they must be here, you better hurry up! In the past two years, he has experienced dozens of battles, and he has not tasted defeat, so you should wait for the success of the gods and then compete with him! ”

He Jin, who had just learned the whole set of eagle claw skills from Yang Zhen, changed his name to Yang Zhen "Master". Moreover, it is called sincerely.

After learning this authentic set of eagle claw skills, he can imagine that he will definitely be rich in the future, and the current situation of despair will definitely be changed.

At this time, he heard the sound of horses' hooves like rain, and he suddenly became nervous for Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen raised his right hand and stopped He Jin's continued persuasion.

Smiled: "Don't worry about me!" Die again at most. I've died so many times in the past two years, and death is no longer terrible for me. ”

He Jin wanted to persuade again, but the speed of the group was too fast. Shortly after the sound of horses' hooves came, their figures appeared on the hillside in front of them.

When Yang Zhen and He Jin saw them, they also saw Yang Zhen and He Jin.

At this time, Yang Zhen couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

He Jin reluctantly stopped.

Contrary to He Jin's helplessness, the smile on the corner of Yang Zhen's mouth became thicker.

He has never looked up to it.

If it was Princess Mononoke, or Nanxing or Demon Pupil, he might have left a long time ago.

But if it's hot......

He was confident that his newly created claw technique was enough.

……

Hundreds of black-clad and black-clothed knights generally followed behind the white brocade and golden cloaks, and quickly swept to the waterfall.

More than ten meters away from Yang Zhen and He Jin, Feng Huo suddenly raised his right hand, stopped the horse under his crotch, and stopped the hundreds of black-clothed knights following behind him.

Standing on horseback, his eyes were sharp, he looked Yang Zhen up and down a few times, and then a little smile bloomed on his face, and soon, the silent smile evolved into a laugh.

"Haha, Aotian Demon God, I haven't seen you for a long time, how do you feel when you see this seat again? Hahaha......"

"Master......"

Seeing the compelling momentum of the crowd coming from the wind and fire, He Jin retreated behind Yang Zhen with a nervous expression, and lost his claim for a while.

Compared with his nervousness, Yang Zhen's face remained indifferent.

In the face of the high spirits and the chance of victory, Yang Zhen stretched out his hand and signaled He Jin to step back.

He Jin, who didn't know how to deal with it, saw the gesture, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped back seven or eight meters.

Yang Zhen was left alone, facing more than 100 people including the wind and fire.

"Haha...... Proud Demon God, do you still think you are the invincible Talon King? With this seat here, do you still want to take on more than 100 people alone? Are you crazy? Haha......"

"Click......"

Yang Zhen did not respond to the ridicule of the wind and fire with words, his claws shook, and the eagle's claws appeared.

The palms that were originally hanging on the sides of the body instantly turned into the shape of two claws, the palms were instantly elongated, the ten fingers were suddenly elongated, and the nails that were already hard and thick were instantly elongated like the tips of knives.

The flesh on his hands seemed to have dried in the blink of an eye, leaving only the flesh and bones.

"Hahaha...... Didn't you practice Paiyun Palm? Why do you still use Eagle Claw Gong? Haven't you practiced your Paiyun Palm yet? Haha......"

Seeing that after two years, the Aotian Demon God still used the Eagle Claw Gong, and the wind and fire on horseback couldn't stop laughing.

As for the Paiyun Palm, Yang Zhen seemed to have been practicing for a long time, in fact, the information he got clearly showed that the Aotian Demon God had not been able to obtain the Paiyun Palm mantra for a long time.

He was very sure that the Aotian Demon God had definitely not yet cultivated the Cloud Ranking Palm to a profound realm.

This is also the biggest reason why he dared to bring someone over alone today to kill the Aotian Demon God.

"Still so arrogant!"

Spit out these words in a low voice, Yang Zhen rose up, and performed the Cloud Trace Phantom Footwork in mid-air, flying towards the wind and fire on horseback.

Back then, the reason why Yang Zhen killed him for the first time was because this person was too arrogant, and he dared to show great arrogance and hated ghosts.

"Haha...... Aotian Demon God! I don't need to descend the dragon god leg to defeat you today! Didn't you use this claw technique to defeat my Heavenly Feather Strange Sword back then? Today I will let you open your eyes, Lao Tzu can defeat you with the Heavenly Feather Sword! Haha......"

Seeing Yang Zhenfei coming, the arrogance of the city soared, and he blurted out wildly, not taking Yang Zhen in his eyes at all, and in the long laughter, he pulled out the sword hanging next to the saddle.

"Woo ......"

When the sword was unsheathed, there was a long groan.

Such a sound, in the ears of connoisseurs, is a dragon's groan.

When it comes out of the sheath, the sound of a dragon's groan can be heard, all of which are divine weapons that sharpen iron like clay.

The city has been in a high position for a long time, and it is not surprising that there is a sword.

It's too late, it's too soon.

The long chant when the sword was unsheathed had not disappeared, and Yang Zhen and Feng Huo Liancheng had already handed it over.

As soon as the sword came out of its sheath and danced in the wind and fire, the sword instantly transformed into more than ten or twenty colorful phantoms.

Each phantom is like a rainbow with seven colors, and more than a dozen or twenty phantoms are funnel-shaped, and they are like the pagoda thrown by the King of Tota, under the hood of Yang Zhen, who is flying towards him.

It is conceivable that once Yang Zhen is really covered by this funnel-shaped sword net, he will definitely be twisted into several pieces. It is also unknown whether it was ground into minced meat.

"Tearing the sky and discharging the clouds!!"

The moment the funnel-shaped sword net covered Yang Zhen's figure, Yang Zhen suddenly roared angrily, and in the roar, the claws wrapped in black energy seemed to suddenly skyrocket to more than ten times the size.

The funnel-shaped sword net that seemed indestructible just now was split in an instant.

The colorful and dazzling funnel-shaped sword net disappeared in an instant.

Yang Zhen and the figure of the wind and fire appeared.

But seeing that Yang Zhen's clothes were torn everywhere, he suddenly opened his mouth, spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, and snorted, his face instantly turned hideous like a beast, the green tendons on his forehead bulged, and his eyes instantly widened, staring at Yang Zhen's face that was close at hand.

"Pai, Pai Yun Zhang...... You...... You're cheating......"

I didn't know if this was Yang Zhen's new claw method, and I thought that Yang Zhen was deliberately using the claw method to paralyze him just now, but in fact, it was the cloud palm that was used at the last moment.

That's why he was defeated.

One move and defeat.

When the last word in his mouth came out, he and Yang Zhen had already fallen to the ground.

Yang Zhen's pair of forearms were suddenly pulled out of his chest and abdomen, and half of both forearms were covered with red blood.

It was so bloody and terrifying that it suddenly frightened more than 100 black-clothed knights who had originally followed the wind and fire to scatter in all directions in horror and dodge six or seven meters, and many horses were frightened because of this, and those with their front legs raised, those who spun in place, and those who neighed in terror, creating a chaos.

"Let's go! Walk! Walk ......"

There is the one with the eyes, as soon as he saw that the martial arts of the Aotian Demon God were like this, he didn't care about the life and death of the wind and fire, turned the horse's head and galloped away.

When the rest of the knights saw it, dozens of them turned their horses' heads, and the rest, when they saw them, panicked, and they turned their horses' heads and galloped away.

With one move, he killed the wind and fire with his bare hands, and these people didn't dare to think about it.

At this time, they suddenly saw it, and they all immediately lost their fighting spirit to continue to attack the Aotian Demon God.

"Mixed ...... Ahem...... Mix...... Ahem...... Bastard ......"

Seeing this scene, Feng Huocheng, who had not yet swallowed his breath, was so angry that his chest rose and fell violently, and the blood in his mouth kept coughing up.

When he looked at Yang Zhen with resentful eyes, his breath was already weak, but he still insisted unwillingly: "Such as ...... If this ...... ...... for this seat It's a ...... Dragon God ...... God Legs, You ...... You definitely don't ...... Definitely not ...... It's the ...... The ...... of this seat Opponent ......"

Yang Zhen lowered his eyes and looked down at the wind and fire under his feet, the corner of his mouth on the right side turned up slightly, showing a disdainful sneer.

"I overestimate you, in two years, you have barely grown!"

In a word, he was so angry that his trembling fingers pointed at Yang Zhen, and without saying a word, he lowered his arm in anger and swallowed his breath.

Yang Zhen didn't talk nonsense, in two years, the martial arts growth of the wind and fire was indeed far worse than he expected.

It seems that his prior estimate was not wrong, and the Wind and Fire City is indeed no longer his opponent.

Even if he used the Dragon Descending God Leg, Yang Zhen was ten percent sure.

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