The black leg shadows collided in the air, and after a very loud explosion, the left leg of the two was broken at the same time, the blue light shone, and a thick layer of Xuan Ice condensed at the broken leg, which automatically reset the broken bone like a splint, and the Xuan Ice melted, blending into the flesh and blood like the best healing medicine, and the severe pain of the broken bone disappeared along with the leg injury.

On the two of them, the invisible cold qi continued to erupt, gradually drifting into a shield-like blue cold mist around their bodies, even though a layer of black smoke-like poison had already drifted out in the air, the aura on the two great masters had never weakened by half a point.

Not only did he know each other's offensive moves very well, but he also knew very well the toxins that each other might use, and adjusted the battle spirit qi in a targeted manner to avoid the black poison, and even took the antidote pill in advance before the decisive battle.

The black ghost claws, the black fists, once again danced wildly on top of the results, and the black robes fluttered, slamming each other, and slowly spun into a sad song.

Under the sun, the black shadow is like a poignant song, in the monotonous accompaniment of powerful explosions and flesh and bones, narrating a tragedy that began seven years ago. This battle within Mowei Pavilion, although the moves are very exciting, but after digging deeper, there is nothing to see at all. Sang Tianliang and Hetian Wanzai, this pair of senior brothers knew each other too well, so that neither of them dared to use Moweige's most powerful method, the secret weapon, because neither of them was sure to deceive the other.

Now they can only beat each other with ghost claws and fists with one person, until the sun sets in the west, until the black mist dissipates, until the medicinal power of the soul scattering poison completely explodes, until the two of them have lost almost all of their cold qi, leaving only their physical strength and gusts of wind pressure on their fists and feet.

The war spirit abdicated, revealing the primitive world with only Gangfeng.

Seeing that the sharp and ruthless ghost claws couldn't help Tian Wanzai, Sang Tianliang had to turn his palm into a fist and fight hard with Master Zhang of Montenegro. As the former No. 1 worship of the Demon Pavilion, Sang Tianliang's real strength is actually a line higher than Tian Wanzai's, when he gave up his light and treacherous claw skills, and used his fists to be tough with Sang Tianliang, he suppressed this dynasty restorer who actually destroyed his ancestors.

With a bang, the fist collided with the fist, and the gray-blue ripples expanded vertically, sending Tian Wanzai back. Sang Tianliang stood firmly on the ground, except for the silent shattering of the stone slab under his feet, there was no sign of the whole body being subjected to the slightest reaction force and retreating or leaning back. At this time, he was like a dark King Kong, standing like a rock between heaven and earth, and his body even exuded a solemn solemnity that did not match his character and identity. With this punch, he really gained an advantage, and his originally somewhat impatient mood calmed down, just like his apprentice Liang Yunfeng, when he took the advantage, the expression on his face was unwavering.

On the other side, Tian Wanzai took three steps back in succession before standing firmly, and three shoe prints were clearly printed on the bluestone slab. When Tian Wanzai finally stood firm, his upper body still swayed backwards, so wide that it almost flashed to his waist.

Like his protégé Chong Feidu, his personality is fierce and domineering, even a little arrogant. Perhaps it is this kind of character that can cultivate that suffocating domineering.

At this time, the strength of both of them was exhausted, and they needed to breathe for a few seconds before they could blow the cold wind again. Sang Tianliang really grasped Tian Wanzai's weakness, and was no longer confused by his calm domineering, and in a calm mood, in the three long breaths, the blue-white cold air erupted from the nostrils, and actually formed three tumbling waves of cloud sea qi, and there was still a ghost howl around him, but the momentum was completely different from just now, and it really showed the demeanor of a veteran of the Demon Wei Pavilion.

Tian Wanzai, who had finally stabilized his figure, couldn't help frowning, he didn't expect that the "King's Cold Qi" that he had studied for months and directly restrained the Demon Wei Pavilion Exercise would lose its effect so quickly, he originally thought that with a cold air that was stagnant and immovable, and all evils could break through Sang Tianliang's "Dead Soul Killing Dafa".

"Senior brother is really hidden. There was a hint of real emotion in Tian Wanzai's tone.

"Hmph, no matter how deep you hide, can you hide the remnants of the former dynasty that you think about restoration every day? Tian Wanzai, Tian Wanzai, seeing your current appearance, I, as a senior brother, really feel worthless for the master and his old man. Do you think that he risked the world's condemnation and held a cold-blooded feast for you back then, in exchange for your betrayal now!"

Sang Tianliang calmed down, and his tone was much calmer, but every word was soaked with irreparable killing intent and hatred. At this moment, if he still didn't understand how the condensed and sticky cold on Tian Wanzai's body came from and what it represented, he was afraid that he would not be a master of the Demon Pavilion.

He had already seen that the heavy bearing on Tian Wanzai's body was actually some form of king's qi, or according to Tian Wanzai's own words, it was called domineering. The generation of this reality has already shown that Tian Wanzai broke through the inheritance secret technique of the ancestor of the Demon Wei Pavilion, and even completely annihilated the little remnant soul that had been stored in the secretary and belonged to the hated sky.

For the Demon Pavilion, this is the true sense of deception and extermination of ancestors. Sang Tianliang, who saw this result, was of course heartbroken, but there was also a hint of joy in secret, Tian Wanzai did this, which really gave him an excuse to completely exterminate Black Mountain Villa.

This excuse is extremely justifiable, and for the Demon Dao, who is not entirely convinced of strength, but overemphasizes various titles, a justified excuse may be more useful than a strong fighter. Sang Tianliang knew very well that if Xiangtian Wanzai's deception of the master and the destruction of the ancestors were shaken out, not to mention that all the demon masters in the world would attack him for their own interests and reputation, but he was afraid of the people inside the Black Mountain Villa. are very likely to mutiny, after all, who is not greedy for the position of the head of a faction?

Especially. At the moment when he talked about his teacher, Sang Tianliang saw that Tian Wanzai's face was very abnormally distorted. Sang Tianliang understood the irrepressible guilt in Narita's heart with that ghost-like distorted expression.

The current head of the Demon Pavilion knew very well that as long as the person in front of him had not completely and completely degenerated into the evil path, it was impossible for his extremely fragile conscience to pretend that there was no flaw at all.

The magic path master has made a move, and it is really a slight flaw, which may affect the victory or defeat of life and death.

Tian Wanzai knows this better, he is a master of disturbing other people's minds, and naturally he is always guarding against others to disturb his heart. The moment he heard Sang Tianliang talk about his teacher, he couldn't help but change his face.

After Sang Tianliang finished speaking, Tian Wanzai forcibly suppressed the guilt and hardship in his heart, trembled in a trembling tone, tried to make a tough gesture, and said in a low voice: "Since you want to see the master so much, it doesn't hurt for me to let you meet you." ”

He really wanted to use this means to intimidate Sang Tianliang, to intimidate him, who seemed to be very upright in the Demon Pavilion, or to force him to lose his mind and calm, and to do the stupid thing that he had just done with his claws and fists, revealing his flaws, so that he could kill the enemy with one blow.

Tian Wanzai knew that Sang Tianliang valued his master very much, and ordinary people couldn't bear that the body of his master was manipulated by others to fight with him, let alone Sang Tianliang. As he spoke, Tian Wanzai took out a small wicker woven box from the brocade bag at his back waist and took out a wooden figure from it. The wooden figure seems to be made of mahogany, painted in bright red paint, and looks like a toy in the hands of a child, but with a bloody smell that definitely does not look like a toy.

Tian Wanzai picked up the wooden villain and directly used the battle spirit to transform into shape. Sang Tianliang's glasses changed into the appearance of a demon-blooded old man in the cold air, and the murderous intent was churning in the blood-red pupils, but the expression on his face did not change at all. His calm appearance shocked and disappointed Tian Wanzai.

"Why aren't you afraid?" Tian Wanzai's tone was sharp, his voice was sometimes high-pitched and slender, sometimes rough and low, obviously he had used special magic skills to integrate the "Revenant Soul Killing" that disturbed the enemy's mind into his own language, and his hand was more clever than Sang Tianliang's cold qi that disturbed his mind.

"The master is buried by my Sang Tianliang himself, and the place is also a real feng shui treasure, there is no possibility of corpse transformation, what you make is just a fake image of the master, the ghost knows where it is wandering, and the underworld is unwilling to ask for tatters! Sang Tianliang said, stretched out his hand, and from the crowd of onlookers, an old shadow suddenly jumped out.

Seeing the old man with white hair, Tian Wanzai's face became quite ugly, the strength of that old man is said to be not under the old man of the demon blood back then, and the puppet in his hand, although it has the characteristics of a master, but the combat power is definitely not higher than two percent of the caster's own strength, that is to say, at most, there is less than three percent of the strength of the master back then.

"Demon Elder, this traitor has been handed over to you, and I will deal with the lonely ghost who is swaggering around in the guise of Master. Sang Tianliang commanded softly.

"No, I still prefer to catch up with my senior brother back then. Demon Lao, that is, Mo Wusheng, who is as famous as the ghost, rejected Sang Tianliang's proposal: "If the head of the family wants to really become the number one in the world, he must prove himself in a down-to-earth manner without discounting." ”

Sang Tianliang nodded, and without waiting for Mr. Demon Heart and the Demon Blood Old Man to move, he first sacrificed himself to pounce, and hit Mr. Demon Heart's chest and abdomen directly with a heavy blow. Mr. Demon Heart, that is, Tian Wanzai, had no choice but to launch the battle spirit first, and let the illusion of the old man who incarnated as the demon blood intercept Sang Tianliang, he took a few steps back, and suddenly shot a heavy Heaven Breaking Shuttle from his cuff.

He knew that Mo Wusheng had never practiced heavy hidden weapons in his life, and would only write silent and light in-laws to hide his body, and compete in the ring, which might not necessarily have an advantage.

Mo Wusheng gave a disdainful cold snort from his nostrils, and his figure flashed in front of Sang Tianliang, but instead stopped the old man with demon blood who rushed over. The old man with demon blood roared angrily like a beast at this time, and his claws smashed straight into his heart, turning his claws into fingers halfway through.

Mo silently didn't say a word, and just fierce and domineering, he swung out a heavy punch with mental disturbance, instantly suppressing the battle soul Binghua and becoming a demon-blooded old man. On the other side, Sang Tianliang rolled the Broken Sky Shuttle into his sleeve with a water show kung fu, his sleeve was like a black hole, and the Broken Sky Shuttle never came out after being rolled in.

He bullied into the one-foot range of Tian Wanzai's body, did not shy away from it, and completely punched hard. Mr. Demon Heart didn't dare to fight him, so he could only jump backwards, dodging his two heavy punches, and at the same time squinting his eyes, as if waiting for something, carefully feeling Sang Tianliang's cold wind with the power of a fierce ghost.

When the cold wind fluctuated to the maximum, Tian Wanzai threw a round and small thing from his cuff full of hope.

"Light hidden weapon? The more the surname Tian lived, the more he went back?"

didn't wait for Sang Tianliang to see what it was. The small, round object emitted a high-pitched chirp from the movement of air. The voice spread out with the naked eye Zheng Bo's love history, and in the circle of dark white ripples, only a very faint sound came, and only after the transparent ripples transmitted ten zhang in the air, it was transformed into a sound that ordinary people could hear.

That sound is the whistle, but the whistle also contains other subdued noises, and those noises are the effective ingredients in the whistle.

When Sang Tianliang saw the dark white transparent ripples rippling, his face changed slightly, and in just a moment, he showed a panicked expression, the movements of his hands were not chaotic at all, and the black cuffs, the sky-breaking shuttle that was originally collected in the sleeve flew out, turning into a streamer that accurately hit the heart of the old man with demon blood. The energy contained in the sky-breaking shuttle erupted silently, and at the moment when the whistle was the loudest, it silently beat the demon-blooded old man into a blood-colored Ling Ling Boguang.

However, the moment the whistle sounded, Mo silently screamed, then closed his eyes, kicked his legs, and fell to the sky, which was obviously the northerner who moved the cover door.

The secret weapon of the Demon Pavilion, the zero whistle.

The moment Tian Wanzai threw out the zero-degree whistle, he stepped forward, the momentum of his whole body changed like a wind and clouds, and the domineering aura of stagnation turned into sharp fingers, and thirty-two fingers were pointed out in an instant. His fingertips, the blue cold air swirled with other colors of light, and at a glance, he knew that it was a transformation mastery mixed with the war spirit toxin.

"Pick me up Xuanming Finger!"

The finger with the poison of the Xuan Ming hit Sang Tianliang very smoothly, and the battle soul toxin also penetrated into the skin, but after his battle spirit qi entered Sang Tianliang's body, it was suddenly dispersed by a targeted resistance force, and it had no effect at all.

"How is it possible?" Tian Wanzai only knew at this time that he had miscalculated, and his already unstable mind shook even more, and he suddenly felt a pain in his stomach, and when he looked down, he saw that Sang Tianliang had already praised him three inches above his navel.