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The fight continues, and the process of the three masters of the corpse dog realm is both exciting and dangerous.

These three are all ruthless, fatal, cold-blooded and ruthless.

In the field, Yan Tianming was one against two, and his soul power gradually ran out. If he continues like this, I'm afraid he won't last long, and he will be captured by life.

"No, we have to find a way to kill one." Yan Tianming parried the attacks of the two while thinking of a way to deal with it.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, and a desperate idea was born in his heart.

However, before he could put it into practice, Feng Yuelun's voice sounded first, and said, "Brother Yan, why bother to support it, as long as you are willing to bow your head and admit defeat, we will stop." ”

"Hmph, it's obvious that you are forcing me to put me to death. I tell you, until I die, let no one try to deceive my people. Yan Tianming gritted his teeth to support him, and at some point, there were already a few more wounds on his body, and blood was gushing, staining all the clothes on his body red.

"Brother Yan, do you really want to die?" Looking at his embarrassed appearance, Feng Yuelun punched out and asked again.

"Less nonsense, if there is a kind, you will take it." Yan Tianming struggled to block this blow, and gasped tiredly.

"Well, since you insist on sending you to death, then I will fulfill you. Brother Feng, protect the Fa for me, I will be that wicked person and kill him. Liang You took the opportunity to withdraw from the battlefield, and what preparations were being made in secret, it seemed that he was going to use some kind of backhand.

However, some big families have some killer features that are not enough for outsiders, and they will not be easily shown to others unless they have to.

Seeing Liang You retreat to the rear, Yan Tianming was immediately alert, his heart was not good, and he wanted to retreat, but was blocked by Feng Yuelun. In desperation, he could only continue to fight with it.

"Brother Feng, get out of the way!" After a few breaths, Liang You was ready, he shouted loudly and rushed over again, and at the same time, in his hand, there was an extra mourning stick.

"Ah, the Artifact!" When Yan Tianming saw the mourning stick in his hand, he was taken aback, and before he could think about it, he hurriedly stepped back.

The dead soul is the dead soul of the world, and the dead soul who dies under the dead weapon will be destroyed, and even the fire of the dead can not be left. These sharp weapons are generally in the hands of the underworld army, and some big families also hold a small amount.

Generally speaking, the artifact is divided into four levels: poor, general, king, and emperor, in addition, there is also a kind of imitation, which is imitated according to the shape of the artifact, although the power is not as good as the real artifact, but it is also very amazing.

In the underworld, whoever masters a dark weapon has a certain right to speak. It can be seen that the status of the underworld weapon in hell is very high.

The mourning stick in Liang You's hand is a genuine product, the lowest grade inferior artifact, and the most common one. If you are hit by this kind of artifact, even if you condense it, you may be scattered again.

"Unexpectedly, Brother Liang is so worthy of it, and even uses the underworld. It seems that you are going to put me to death. Well, that's good! Yan Tianming shouted two good words in a row, and a gloomy killing intent suddenly appeared on his pale face.

"You can only blame yourself for not knowing the current affairs, Brother Yan, suffer death!" Liang You brandished the mourning stick and smashed it downward.

At the same time, a yin wind raged and locked Yan Tianming deadly. In this way, this blow is unavoidable for him.

Although Yan Tianming struggled to break free, he was powerless, and could only watch the mourning stick fall down. Helpless, he could only silently close his eyes and wait for the final verdict of fate.

However, at the last moment, a ball of light floated from the side and hit the mourning stick.

"Bang!"

A huge force struck, shaking Liang You's arm open, and slamming the mourning stick in his hand diagonally to the ground on the side.

"Ah, who?" Liang You was secretly surprised, put away the mourning stick, and turned around to defend himself.

Just in Liang You's surprised eyes, a young man walked slowly, step by step, calm and calm. There was no superfluous expression on the young man's delicate face, he stared at Liang You coldly and didn't say a word.

"Little San, why are you?" Yan Tianming, who had just escaped from the hands of death, looked at the young man in front of him and said in surprise. He couldn't believe that the person who saved him just now would be a hairy boy.

That's right, the person who came was Yan Sanjun, who had just rushed back to the family, and because he was the third, many elders called him a junior.

Yan Sanjun didn't speak, just nodded at Yan Tianming.

Taking this opportunity, Liang You quickly looked at Yan Sanjun and made a judgment from his breath.

"Huh? Ninefold soul power, even the corpse dog spirit has not been condensed, how can he ......" Liang You was puzzled, and couldn't help frowning, looking at Yan Sanjun from a distance, and did not act rashly.

"Huh? You are Yan Su's unsuccessful grandson, your name is Yan Sanjun? Feng Yuelun recognized him and called out his name.

"Well, yes, you are Chang Qing's father! I've seen you. Yan Sanjun also recognized Feng Yuelun, who was Feng Changqing's father.

"You, aren't you already ......" Feng Yuelun suddenly remembered something, and stopped halfway through speaking.

"It's already scrapped, isn't it? Hmph, yes, I'm a waste, but against you, it's enough for me to take action. Yan Sanjun was not stage frightened at all, and in front of the two powerhouses of the Corpse Dog Spirit Realm, he was calm.

"Bah, it's not small, boy, whoever you are, if you dare to sneak up on me, I will kill you and then quickly." Liang You touched his tiger's mouth with his hand and stared at Yan Sanjun Dao.

"Really? There are so many people who want to kill me, how old are you? Yan Sanjun replied with a provocative look and said disdainfully.

"You, good boy, crazy enough. I'd like to see if you have the capital to be arrogant. Liang You was angered by the success, and he didn't care about his identity, he directly waved the mourning stick and went up, not giving Yan Sanjun a chance to turn over at all.

On the side, Yan Tianming saw it clearly, and hurriedly reminded: "Be careful, it's a dark weapon." ”

"Artifact? Leave it to me for safekeeping! Yan Sanjun's eyes were full of energy, bright and moving, and he looked eager to try.

No one understands his mind, in the eyes of others, this is a crisis related to the survival of the family, but in his eyes, this is also an opportunity to temper himself.

Yan Sanjun's eyes flashed with a slight confidence, he was eager to fight, and even more eager to become stronger in battle.

Just as the mourning stick was about to hit his head, he suddenly moved, and the ten fingers of his hands danced, quickly forming a strange handprint, and then pressed it upwards sharply. I saw that a white light burst out, and in the light, a slightly vague rune flashed and disappeared, burrowing into the mourning stick.

Then, in the strange eyes of everyone, a puff of black smoke came out of the mourning stick.