The three-pointed and two-edged knife in his hand trembled, Tang Luo laughed, and threw his backhand.

The three-pointed, two-edged knife was thrown by him towards Montenegro.

A figure walked out of the black mountain, stretched out his hand at the attacking three-pointed two-edged knife, and grabbed it.

Unlike Tang Luo's behavior of directly grabbing the blade, the man turned to the side, dodged the blade in front of him, reached out and grabbed the long handle, and firmly stopped the three-pointed two-edged knife.

This person wears a crown of clouds, his long hair is not completely erected, and he is partially scattered, wearing a hydration suit, with a white face and beard, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a handsome and extraordinary appearance.

The Taoist priest is dressed, but there is a bit of coldness between the eyebrows, the center of the eyebrows is a little higher, and there is a golden vertical mark in the center of the forehead.

Erlang God Yang Jian!

Even Liu Shenxiang, who had never seen Yang Jian, immediately determined the identity of this person the moment he saw the man.

Of course, what came to his mind was not the identity of "Erlang God Yang Jian", but the Manifestation of the Holy True Monarch.

It is also Yang Jian's identity in this world.

Yang Jian's current dress is more appropriate for his practical title of Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun.

It's just that the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand is a little out of place with his chic and elegant appearance, but it is only slightly.

"The Lord ......"

Among the Five Heavenly Emperors, the Red Emperor Dai Li and the Yellow Emperor Zhu Zizhen are still here, already dying, and half of their feet have stepped into the tomb.

Black Emperor Wu Long and White Emperor Chang Hao were not even here, the whole person was already lying in the coffin, just waiting for someone to close the coffin board - as long as they destroyed their temple, they didn't need to do it all, and let the power of the incense drain to a certain extent.

In the case of lying in the coffin, the two basically have no power to resist, and their subordinates are not in a good state.

The action of closing the coffin board is not very difficult, and even Liu Shenxiang and his Divine Restoration Association can do it.

Qingdi Yang Xian, his is undoubtedly relatively lucky, he is the least injured, and he can still speak about the lord's son.

Yang Jian just glanced at Yang Xian, and didn't make any slashes to his subordinates, this kind of inexplicable move often made by villain bosses.

His gaze and attention were focused on Tang Luo.

"Long time no see......" Tang Luo looked at Yang Jian with a bright smile.

Yang Jian didn't speak, his brows furrowed slightly and he looked at Tang Luo, not knowing what he was thinking.

Probably: how did this guy get here?

"The Manifestation of the True Monarch." Liu Shenxiang whispered, "He is much younger than I imagined." ”

Zhu Bajie didn't say anything to Liu Shenxiang, he scratched his head, and his face was slightly sad.

glanced at Ao Yulie next to him, and Ao Yulie's expression was similar.

They could all see that with that smile, there was something wrong with Master's state - uh, or maybe a little bit right.

This basically means that a battle between him and Yang Jian is inevitable, and there may be heavy casualties in the end.

To be reasonable, neither of them wants to see this happen, everyone's relationship, there is no need to fight and kill like this, no-it's life and death.

But the big brother of the rack is not there.

Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie couldn't stop Tang Luo.

"Otherwise, dog, you go and stop your master." Zhu Bajie pinned his hopes on the roaring dog.

As a result, the whistling dog was sleeping heavily, and he was still very deep after being dumped several times, and he had no intention of waking up at all.

Zhu Bajie wondered if the roaring dog was pretending to be asleep.

"The Lord ......"

Jin Dasheng here also shouted and expressed his position - I will always be loyal to you.

As for how solid this position is, I'm afraid even he doesn't know.

Yang Jian ignored Jin Dasheng, just looked at Tang Luo, and said, "You shouldn't have come." ”

“…… Ancient Dragons? Tang Luo smiled, "It's not good for old friends to visit and not see you behind closed doors." ”

"I don't want to be disturbed." Yang Jian said.

"You just want to live in a double world with your sister?" Tang Luo scoffed.

"It's none of your business." Yang Jian's voice was cold, without any mood swings—even though his brow was always slightly furrowed.

The two chatted, and the atmosphere seemed to be quite peaceful, but in fact, everyone present could feel the huge pressure.

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings.

Everyone felt like they were standing on the edge of a volcanic crater that was about to erupt, and they didn't know when it would erupt, and they could do it at any time.

Well, it's just a metaphor, because even if it's Liu Agarwood, the volcano erupts, he'll be fine.

To be honest, even Zhu Bajie is a little inexplicable, why is Master's fighting spirit so high?

Is it really suffocating?

"Why has it nothing to do with me? As an idol, caring about the life of the number one fan is called a favorite fan. Tang Luo said out of tune, "This kind of behavior can attract more fans and make money from them." ”

"It's so annoying, why hasn't it been solved yet?" Before Yang Jian could say anything, a voice came.

It was not anyone present who said this.

It's the Black Mountain.

To be precise, it came from the Black Mountain, with a little impatience and a rather coquettish tone.

At the top of the Black Mountain, a gate appeared, and the gate opened on its own, and a slightly petite woman flew out slowly from inside.

The hairpin was messy, rubbing his eyes, and the clothes on his body were also a little crooked, of course, there was no place for the light to leak out.

She flew behind Yang Jian, didn't look at anyone, and put her hands around Yang Jian's neck.

Hanging himself on Yang Jian's body like a koala, resting his head on his shoulder and saying, "Brother, kill all these annoying ghosts that disturb us." ”

“……”

Zhu Bajie suddenly felt a little toothache, making hair, Yang Jian became a dead house squatting, Yang Chan seemed to be crazy?

And judging from the intimacy of the two, they won't really embark on the road of orthopedics, right?

Yang Jian's thick-eyed ...... Something must be wrong!

In contrast, as Yang Chan took the initiative to come out.

The quest fails, and the hint of returning in an hour is less important.

Liu Shenxiang's face also had a little indescribable feeling, his mother, who had been the first person to want to rescue, took the initiative to walk out of the "mountain where she was imprisoned" and appeared in front of him.

But Liu Agarwood did not have joy and excitement in his heart, on the contrary, he was even a little strange.

If it weren't for that throbbing of blood, I'm afraid he wouldn't have recognized this person as his mother.

Compared to the vague memory of the person, this woman is too young.

It's not the looks, it's the overall feeling.

Let's put it this way.

Even if the two women look the same and dress the same, the feeling between the girl and the young woman is definitely different.

"Second Senior Brother, there is a rumor, have you heard of it?" Ao Yulie transmitted the voice to Zhu Bajie.

"What rumors?" Zhu Bajie thought carefully, "You mean, Yang Jian is an only son, and Yang Chan is actually the child who picked it up?" ”

"Yes." Ao Yulie nodded imperceptibly.

This is the only reason that can explain the scene in front of us in the slightest.

"Let's take a look......" Zhu Bajie said, what is this called.

"Okay."

On the other side, in the face of Yang Chan's unreasonable request, Yang Jian just said one word lightly, very firmly.

behaved like Yang Chan's loyal dog.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Yang Chan flew back with a smile, sat outside the gate, and looked at Yang Chan with her hands on her cheeks.

A heart was completely placed on him.

And Yang Jian, a faint light flashed on his body, and his outfit had changed.

He wears a jade crown on his head, his hair is completely tied, he is dressed in silver armor, a black cloak behind his back, and a sword hangs from his waist.

Looking at Tang Luo, Yang Jian's brows, which had been frowning slightly, stretched out, and he didn't seem to be troubled anymore.

At the same time as the three-pointed and two-edged divine blade in his hand stabbed forward, Yang Jian had already appeared in front of Tang Luo.

Tang Luo raised his hand, and his left arm was raised in front of him like a shield.

The blade of a three-pointed, two-edged knife pierced his arm.

Then, completely stuck in the middle of the radius, Tang Luo smiled, and his arm jerked downward.

The huge strength even Yang Jian couldn't hold the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, and he took it out directly.

At this moment, Tang Luo's fist appeared in front of Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's head was slightly raised, and then he slammed forward, his forehead slamming into Tang Luo's fist.

There was no sound, but everyone felt a sledgehammer slam into the heart.

Liu Shenxiang spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

Blue Emperor Yang Xian also let out a wail, and his injuries were even worse than just now.

The two of them were injured at the touch of the touch, and they were separated by the touch.

The jade crown on Yang Jian's head shattered, his hair was scattered, and a wisp of blood was left on his forehead, avoiding the golden vertical marks.

On Tang Luo's left arm, the three-pointed two-edged knife had been pulled out by Yang Jian, and blood flowed down the wound to his fingertips.

But it never dripped on the ground, but slowly disappeared.

The wound on the arm is also healing rapidly.

Yang Jian turned the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, and a slightly dull sound of breaking the air sounded, and there was an extra black crack on the ground that was cut by the blade.

At the same time, Tang Luo's side was instantly covered by countless cold rays.

"Between us, let's not engage in such meaningless little tricks." A voice came from the cold.

A white bone sword phantom erupted from it, smashing all the cold rays into pieces.

Tang Luo held the Drill Wind Bone Sword in his hand, but most of the hideous bone spurs on it were missing, and they were full of cracks, and they were close to the edge of damage.

In a battle of this level, the strength of the Drill Wind Bone Sword is obviously not enough.

But Tang Luo didn't care, the glazed flame burst out of his hand and swept up the Drill Wind Bone Sword, turning it into a burning sword.

"Boom!"

With a loud roar, Tang Luo and Yang Jian had disappeared from everyone's sight.

When everyone looked into the distance, they could only see a huge ravine forming, which continued to stretch into the distance.

What caused this was only a little bit of the aftermath of the battle between the two.

The Drill Wind Bone Sword continued to attack Yang Jian in front of him.

There are no subtle swordsmanship skills such as stabbing, picking, and whirling, only slashing or smashing.

The Drill Wind Bone Sword seemed to have turned into millions of handles, "booming" at Yang Jian in front of him.

In contrast, Yang Jian's "spear skills" are extremely exquisite.

Blocking, taking, piercing, pointing, collapsing, picking, dialing, winding, dancing flowers, out of the gun like a hidden dragon out of the water, collecting the gun like a tiger returning to the hole.

However, it was only under Tang Luo's ferocious attack that he did not lose anything!

Suddenly, the sword shadow in the sky disappeared, condensed into an unpretentious sword, and stabbed at Yang Jian for the first time.

The three-pointed, two-edged knife stopped in front of him.

The tip of the sword was pointed at the face of the divine edge, and with a breath, the burning glazed flame of the Drill Wind Bone Sword shattered step by step.

The limit has been reached.

And Tang Luo cast the glazed nirvana big mudra, and his palm was already tightly attached to the three-pointed two-edged knife, and the blade hit Yang Jian's chest together!

Yang Jian, who was as immobile as a mountain and did not leak a drop of water, failed to hold it this time.

The silver armor shattered, and he stepped back, taking eight steps back.

Each step leaves a footprint on the ground.

With the next breath, eight footprints spread rapidly, forming a huge black pit.