The tacit understanding between Song Ziyang and Chu Yidao is unimaginable to others.

With one look and one movement, you can know each other's minds.

Just when Li Shaobai was still sighing, it would be difficult for him to reach this height for the rest of his life. Song Ziyang's eyes have become extremely bright.

Chu Yidao's body staggered back.

The blood and qi of the whole body are weak.

The expression on his face was extremely calm.

It seems that this knife has no success, and it doesn't matter.

Then, she glanced at Song Ziyang.

They looked at each other and didn't say anything.

But Song Ziyang immediately understood Chu Yidao's thoughts.

The next moment.

Without hesitation, he erupted.

The essence blood in his body gushed outward, forming a thin layer of flame on the surface of his body, and the majestic momentum surged out.

For the first time, he turned out to be directly burning essence blood.

There was no temptation, no hesitation, no retreat.

Because he knew that in the face of this five-fold Gao Yang Qianqiu, any temptation, hesitation, and retreat would eventually brew uncontrollable consequences.

Chu Yidao has already fought with the other party to lose both.

Of course, neither was injured, but both reached a period of weakness.

At this time, if you make a move yourself, you must hit it with one blow.

Otherwise, this Gao Yang Qianqiu casually cast a fifth-level spirit rune, and the three of them on his side would be unable to resist, and the end would be very miserable.

Surely death!

He was a man of great determination.

Therefore, at this moment, he directly burned his essence blood.

Immediately after, he took out a purple short sword from his inner ring.

The short sword was only about a foot, but it was extremely heavy to hold, and with the strength of his physical body that had now been tempered by the Jiaolong Red Blood Pill, he still felt very difficult to hold it in his hand.

Under the short sword, there are two small characters with a fly's head: Ziying!

Purple Sword!

On the pure purple sword body, a dazzling purple light was revealed, and a series of mysterious runes were engraved on it, and an endless aura of death emanated from it, enveloping the surroundings.

At the moment when the Ziying Sword appeared.

Bang bang bang......

Everyone's hearts began to beat wildly.

A feeling of palpitations, silently full of eyes.

It was like death, coming silently.

Bringing a lot of pressure to everyone.

"Huh, Fu Sword Ziying!"

"How could it be in your hands?"

The moment Gao Yang Qianqiu saw this sword, he was stunned.

How could he not recognize this sword?

This is one of the treasures that the Gaoyang family obtained from the ancient dragon's lair together.

On weekdays, it was controlled by the five elders Gao Yangli, but now it appeared strangely in Song Ziyang's hands.

What does this mean?

It means that the Third Elder and the Fifth Elder, their team of monks, may have encountered an accident now!

That's all the elites of the Gaoyang family.

Could it be that these two guys have been killed?

When Song Ziyang heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

He actually forgot for a while, and when he saw Gao Yang Qianqiu's reaction at this moment, he suddenly remembered that this Ziying Sword was obtained from the hands of Gao Yang Li, the fifth elder of the Gao Yang family.

At the beginning, this old boy wanted to kill himself with the Ziying Sword, and he almost succeeded.

Nine deaths!

Now, he actually wants to take the Ziying Sword to deal with this Gaoyang Qianqiu, it can really be said that Feng Shui takes turns.

Song Ziyang shook his head and bared his teeth and smiled.

"I want to thank the five elders for carrying such a treasure on their bodies, the power is really good!"

"By the way, the third elder Gao Yang praise, what is Gao Yang Qixi and Gao Yang Zun Yuan...... It really deserves to be a big family in Qingzhou, all of them are rich, I touched the corpse there for a long time, and I really got a lot of good things. Speaking of which, we have been able to get to this point thanks to their selfless dedication!"

"Hmm, you don't know they're all dead, do you? It's a pity, all heavenly chances, cause and effect are isolated here, and even the soul jade plate and soul jade pendant can't be passed out, so you don't know until now......"

His voice was cold, and his expression was extremely cold.

When Gao Yang Qianqiu heard his words, his expression was suffocated, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He was trembling, and he didn't know whether it was angry or uncomfortable, and his chest rose and fell violently.

He's dead!

They're all dead!

That's almost all the elites of the Gao Yang family.

They are all cultivators who move mountains and have a large number of cultivation resources.

but they all died in the land of the fallen dragon.

"Boy, the old man is going to break you into ten thousand pieces!"

At this moment, he was furious, and he couldn't even care about recovering his cultivation to cast a sixth-level spirit rune to trap and kill Chu.

As soon as the hand was raised, a streamer flew out.

Fourth-level spirit rune, electric soul gun!

Between the lightning flashes, a short spear flew towards Chu Yidao's throat at a rapid pace.

That's extremely fast.

The power is also extremely strong.

The monks who moved the peak of the mountain could not resist it, and they would be killed in an instant.

Gao Yang Qianqiu didn't cast a fifth-level spirit rune, and he felt that he didn't need it.

Moreover, the fifth-level spirit rune is slow to cast, and the consumption is too great, and if you cast a fifth-level spirit rune again now, you will be a little overwhelmed.

Wind Guardian, the divine soul is extremely powerful, but the spiritual lake in the sea of knowledge is not infinitely powerful, the power of yin and yang has a certain limit, although it can be replenished quickly when it is consumed, but after all, it takes time.

In the middle of the battle, where will you have the opportunity to replenish your cultivation?

And the spirit runes below the fourth level, for him, are almost the same as instantaneous.

He was able to perform it easily, and the time of one breath was enough.

But Song Ziyang didn't move, and the expression on his face was like that of an old monk, and the ancient well was not wavering.

Endless yin and yang power poured out along the meridians, frantically pouring into this purple short sword.

The light of the Purple Ying Sword became stronger and stronger.

Above the sword body, a faint glow was revealed outward.

A strong aura of death enveloped this space.

His turbulent spiritual lake bottomed out almost instantly.

And in the bottom of his heart, he was silently reciting the mantra at the same time.

At the same time, the Yin-Yang Mirror was also golden and prosperous, and the light fell, enveloping the Ziying Sword in it.

Ready to go!

Just when the electric soul gun was about to penetrate Song Ziyang's head.

Li Shaobai, who was standing on the side, rushed over.

The phantom of the Eastern Emperor Bell shone him in it, and he slammed into the short spear surrounded by the lightning of the fourth-level spirit rune.

Bang!

The terrifying impact directly knocked Li Shaobai away.

It slammed into the palace wall on the side, making a loud noise.

Then, slowly, he fell down against the wall.

The electric soul gun was also dissipated by his impact.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spat out.

His expression suddenly withered.

With the protection of the Eastern Emperor Bell, the electric soul gun naturally couldn't impact his body.

But his body was so weak that he couldn't bear the impact of being leaked a lot after the impact.

He wasn't too badly injured.

This mouthful of blood was purely shocked.

Therefore, when facing the fifth-level spirit rune, Donghuang Zhong was not unable to protect him, but his body could not withstand such an impact, and it would instantly turn into powder.

At this moment, he fell to the ground, much like a yell, Lao Tzu is not a waste, Lao Tzu is also useful.

But on the contrary, he couldn't say a word, and he was extremely weak.

Song Ziyang seemed to have known that he was going to rush out, and he didn't dodge this fourth-level spirit rune electric soul gun at all.

I'm still casting the Purple Sword!

All the power of yin and yang was poured into the Ziying Sword, and it was not enough, the power of the burning essence blood also frantically poured into the sword body.

The mantra has been silently recited in the bottom of my heart.

The smell of death was already as strong as substance.

At the same time, the golden light blooming from the Yin-Yang Mirror was also like a substance, enveloping the entire Ziying Sword, and countless "saint" characters flew into it like streamers.

The golden and purple lights are intertwined and reflect each other, giving people a dreamlike feeling.

Surrounded by the rich aura of death, it is like a netherworld.

Then, Song Ziyang's eyes were deep and cold, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing an evil smile.

Yang pointed to Gao Yang Qianqiu.

Then, the Ziying sword flew up suddenly.

In mid-air it begins to grow larger and longer.

The short sword, which was originally eaten for a long time, was already one foot wide and three zhang long.

But when I looked closely, I found that the short sword was still the same short sword, and this one that became bigger and longer was just a phantom.

The aura of death, which was so dense to the extreme, almost condensed into substance, enveloped the space within a radius of dozens of zhang.

The Ziying Sword locked onto Gao Yang Qianqiu's aura, and then slashed down.

At this moment, Gao Yang Qianqiu, who was sneering, was stunned.

This Ziying Sword was originally from the Gao Yang family, and Gao Yang Qianqiu, who was the head of the family, would not know about it.

He knew that the power of this Ziying Sword was extremely terrifying, but he was extremely strict with the conditions for casting it, first of all, the terrifying power of yin and yang.

Ordinary monks who move mountains to the fourth, fifth, or sixth, can't use it at all, even if they burn essence blood, it's useless, this purple sword will be like a gold-swallowing beast, directly sucking the monk dry.

Even the Fifth Elder Gao Yangli, who was at the peak of the Mountain Realm, was just trying his best and barely showing it.

Therefore, when he saw Chu Yidao directly burning essence blood, and wanted to forcibly use this purple sword to attack him, he almost didn't laugh.

The grasshopper shakes the tree, and it is beyond its own strength!

This kid, he's crazy.

Don't you know that you're dealing with a monk who is a five-fold wind-resistant?

Don't you know that the monks above the Wind Realm can almost instantaneously cast spirit runes below the fourth level?

Even if you can get away with it, it's not too long, what's the use of interrupting you with a casual blow?

Therefore, when he looked at Song Ziyang, it was like looking at a clown jumping off the beam.

Jumping there.

Not at all taken to heart.

In this world, the most important thing is strength.

Without strength, it's just a waste after all.

But soon.

He couldn't laugh anymore.

He was shocked to find that this Song Ziyang was not only not sucked dry by the Ziying Sword, but he really displayed this talisman sword!

Moreover, the speed of this casting is much faster than casting a fifth-level spirit rune by himself!

"Impossible!"

He stood up and exclaimed.

It's incredible.

Why is this kid so fast?

With his cultivation of moving the five or six heavens of the mountain realm, he is just a young talent who has not grown up, how can he be able to do this to the point that it is difficult for the monks of the Wind Realm to do?

This is completely unbelievable!

But the facts are right in front of you.

Speak louder than all words.

Is it because of this miraculous mirror?

His gaze instantly fell on the Yin-Yang Mirror.

Then he saw that this yin-yang mirror was directly absorbed into his body by Song Ziyang through the cracked eyebrows.

He was stunned.

Stunned.

Immortal soldiers!

He didn't know if Chu Yidao's domineering long knife was an immortal soldier, but he could be sure that this mirror must be an immortal soldier!

If you are not an immortal soldier, how can you be taken into the body for warmth?

Yes, it must be because of it that Song Ziyang, a monk whose cultivation has not yet reached a high level, can so quickly complete the recitation and display of this complicated and awkward spell of the Ziying Sword.

Subconsciously, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

But at this moment, it was too late for him to show his greed.

Because, the purple sword with an endless breath of death has descended on the top of the head.

Call......

He felt a strong crisis.

It was as if death was coming.

The hairs all over his body stood up.