That's right!

As the saying goes, the authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear.

Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Li Jing, the four generals of the Demon Family and others were shocked by Ming Xiaoyang and were frightened.

Agarwood, who was watching the battle on the side, remembered this and found a way to break the deadlock.

Yang Jian's injuries are so serious, there is only one step left, and he will end up with a body and spirit, and it is impossible for Ming Xiaoyang to ignore his life or death.

Attacking him, taking care of one thing and losing the other, wouldn't he be able to hit Ming Xiaoyang himself hard?

"Villain Yang Jian, you give me your life!" The nine-tooth nail rake in Zhu Bajie's hand hit Yang Jian like crazy, shouting in his mouth.

Clang!

Ming Xiaoyang used the hand he placed on Yang Jian's back to pull Erlang God back, and the Fang Tian painting halberd in his right hand was raised, and it collided with Zhu Bajie.

Boom!

The gap between Zhu Bajie and Ming Xiaoyang is too big, almost worlds apart, and he was shocked to retreat again and again, and his arms were numb.

But this scene fell in the eyes of the others present, but they showed excitement.

Only Nezha, as well as the Yuding real person who was outside the battle group, showed unbearable expressions.

Ming Xiaoyang has said more than once that when it is really impossible to do anything, he will definitely kill Yang Jian!

Could it be that the number one god of war in today's Heavenly Court, the mighty Three Realms, the judicial god who leans towards the government and the opposition, Yang Jian, the true monarch of Erlang, has no vitality anymore?

"Ah, Yang Jian, suffer death!" Sun Wukong and Erlang God have a deep grudge, the golden hoop stick dances, the strength is strong and the combination of rigidity and softness, firmly locking the body of Erlang God, forcing Ming Xiaoyang to pull Yang Jian to keep retreating, and parry with Fang Tian's halberd.

The Four Heavenly Kings, the Bull Demon King, the father and son, and others shot together and greeted Yang Jian, making Ming Xiaoyang in a dilemma.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The crisp sound of the blades clashing once again echoed in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, and endless sparks shot out and fell to the ground.

With a crisp sound, Ming Xiaoyang, who had just shown his might and gained the upper hand, could only barely maintain a tie under the siege of everyone.

A bitter smile appeared on Yang Jian's extremely cold cheeks, containing complex feelings that others could not understand.

Syllable!

The wheel giant axe intersected with Ming Xiaoyang's Fang Tian painting halberd, and the Bull Demon King's scarred axe could no longer support it, and the hideous cracks became larger and became one by one.

The sharp halberd blade was unforgiving, and stabbed at the heart of the Bull Demon King, as if he wanted to drink the Bull Demon King's heart.

"Father." Seeing that his father had destroyed an axe and that his life and death were in danger, the red boy opened his mouth and spewed out a ball of flames.

Bang!

The blazing flames burned, enveloping Ming Xiaoyang's Fang Tian Painting Halberd in it.

Zizizizi!

Unexpectedly, Fang Tian's painting halberd was not only undamaged, but also exuded a suction force, engulfing all the samadhi true fire.

Syllable!

In the shocked look of the Bull Demon King's father and son in disbelief, the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in Ming Xiaoyang's hand swept out, pierced the sky, and beckoned to the red boy's heart.

If you can't eat the heart of the old cow, isn't it fun to eat the heart of the calf?

"Holy Child." The Bull Demon King only has such a son under his knees, and when he saw his son in danger in order to save himself, he stared at him with a pair of bull's eyes.

The burly body protected his son in front of him at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his stature, and another axe blocked in front of him, trying to block Ming Xiaoyang's battle halberd!

Rumble!

After absorbing the Red Child's Samadhi True Fire, the power of the war halberd increased, and just a photo, the last weapon of the Bull Demon King exploded.

The surging force hit the Bull Demon King and his son, knocking the father and son away.

Thundered!

Coincidentally, the Bull Demon King slammed into a pillar of clouds behind him, breaking in the towering pillar.

The Lingxiao Treasure Hall is the main hall of the Miluo Palace, and the place where the Jade Emperor, the lord of the Three Realms, summons his ministers, and has a prominent position.

If the South Heavenly Gate is the face of the Heavenly Court, then this Lingxiao Treasure Hall is the heart of the Heavenly Court.

Under the repeated scuffle, hundreds of Yellow Turban wrestlers rushed in from outside the hall and stood under the dragon case where the Jade Emperor Queen Mother was located, guarding them closely.

The immortals who have the ability to intervene have basically already intervened, Zhao Gongming, Sanxiao, Wen Taishi and others, it is none of their business, they hang high.

Anyway, there is nothing wrong with no one being able to usurp the Jade Emperor's dragon chair and make them lose face.

Another pillar was shattered, and even if the Miluo Palace was built with the essence of the Three Realms, it was a little unbearable.

Transparent and clear, as if the roof of the main hall that did not exist at all fell, the magnificent and solemn and sacred Lingxiao Treasure Hall in the past was almost in ruins.

In the eyes of the Jade Emperor Queen Mother, anger soared.

Swish!

The queen mother's eyes swept and she noticed that Li Jing, who was standing outside the battle group, finally found a way to vent, "Where is Li Jing, quickly dispatch 400,000 heavenly soldiers and generals to surround the entire Lingxiao Treasure Palace." ”

"Today, no matter what method is used, you can't let Ming Xiaoyang, the devil, leave alive."

"Yes, sissy." Li Jing's own family knows his own affairs, and the loss of the Linglong Pagoda is equivalent to abolishing most of his skills, not to mention the position of the god of justice, even the position of the generalissimo of the heavenly court, is unstable.

After receiving an order from the Queen Mother, she first looked at the Jade Emperor vaguely, and then took a few cronies to go down to transfer troops.

400,000 Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals, Guanyin, Bull Demon King, Sun Wukong, Demon Family Four Generals and other first batch of siege masters, there are more Zhen Yuanzi, Taishang Laojun, such as the Buddha for the immortals, and the existence of the gods is no different from the gods.

With the victory in hand, it is a good opportunity to show loyalty and keep your current position!

"Yang Jian, you despicable villain, don't want to leave alive." The father and son of the Bull Demon King were seriously injured by Ming Xiaoyang, and the Meishan brothers who were watching the battle couldn't hold back any longer, and under the leadership of the boss of Meishan, Kang Anyu, they entered the battle group.

The six brothers joined forces and vowed to take revenge on the second master's betrayal, and the hatred of Ming Xiaoyang's control!

The tacit understanding cultivated over countless years, as close as the cooperation of one person, plus Nezha, Sun Wukong, the four generals of the demon family, Guanyin, locked Ming Xiaoyang to death, and did not give him the slightest chance to get out.

Drops of crystal sweat oozed from Mingxiao's sunny forehead, and her steady breathing became much shorter.

"None of you want to live." After dozens of rounds, the first defeated agarwood served a golden pill given by Taishang Laojun, and his injuries stabilized, and he once again became the majestic little hero who split the mountain, and he grabbed the axe of the god and killed it.

Boom!

The sharp axe blade is aimed at Erlang God, not far from the vital point of Erlang God, and the shot is even more open and closed, which is completely a deadly way of playing.

Syllable!

Ming Xiaoyang's battle halberd stabbed straight out, blocking the heavy axe that Agarwood greeted Yang Jian's waist. Helpless, under the fierce battles repeatedly, he had to use his skills to heal Yang Jian's injuries, but his strength was not good, and he was shocked to take a step back.

"Ming Xiaoyang can't do it, let's kill them together." One step later, it fell into the eyes of everyone present and aroused their desire to win.

Yao Gonglin, the fourth elder of Meishan, greeted his comrades around him.

But what no one noticed was a glimmer of cold light floating in the depths of Ming Xiaoyang's eyes!

。 Sogou