Looking at the golden dragon seal in the sky, Yang Wendu couldn't believe it.

Ji Changxiao's strength has reached the level of Xuanjun, which is too appalling.

Regarding Ji Changxiao's strength, Yang Wendu has personally fought with Ji Changxiao, and has also witnessed the battle between Ji Changxiao and Qishan Hou.

Yang Wendu knows that Ji Changxiao's strength is better than that of the strong man, and he is invincible under Xuanjun.

However, the invincibility under Xuanjun and the strength of Xuanjun's level are completely different concepts.

The former can only sweep the Gathering Spirit Realm, but in front of the Xuanjun strong, it is still vulnerable, and the Xuanjun strong can easily pinch to death.

And the latter is the existence that can really compete with the strong people of Zhixuanjun and compete on the same stage.

Martial arts cultivation, the more difficult it is to go forward, and the more difficult it is to cross the gap between the great realms.

The strength has gone from being invincible under Xuanjun to stepping into the Xuanjun level, this is a huge leap, and it is something that countless martial artists who have gathered the spirit realm of the Nine Folds can hardly do in their lifetime.

Yang Wendu couldn't believe it, it had only been two years, and Ji Changxiao's strength had become so strong.

The Twelve Heavenly Condensation Sword Formation can block one Xuanjun for a long time, but blocking two Xuanjun at the same time will greatly shorten the time.

Although Ji Changxiao is not a Xuanjun, his combat power is not inferior to that of a Xuanjun, and he joins forces with the Boundless Xuanjun to attack, which is equivalent to two Xuanjun's shots.

The attack of the two Xuanjun at the same time, for the destruction of the Twelve Heavenly Condensation Sword Formation, is not as simple as one plus one equals two, but the effect is far greater than two.

I saw that in the sky, the dragon and tiger roared in unison, striking the sky, constantly colliding with the twelve spirit soldier swords, and bursting out with earth-shaking explosions, as well as dazzling sharp rays.

Looking at the scene in the sky, Yang Wendu's expression suddenly panicked.

Ji Changxiao and Boundless Xuanjun joined forces to attack, and the Twelve Heavenly Condensation Sword Formation was obviously unable to withstand it, how could it be trapped for more than an hour, I am afraid that in a few minutes, this sword formation left over from the glorious era of the Yang family in Wuzhou will be completely destroyed.

Yang Wendu's expression was surprised, and Yang Jin, Wan Yunqi and other people of the Yang family who had a deep hatred for Yang Xiu also completely changed their faces one by one.

Yang Xiu and them, not only have the hatred of the bones, but also the hatred of life and death of their parents, they are very clear in their hearts that if they fall into the hands of Yang Xiu, they will definitely die.

Yang Wendu looked at the Holy Decree in the sky, and suddenly roared wildly: "Shoot them all, give me a fierce attack, and break the blockade power of the Holy Decree." ”

On the square, only a small number of martial artists, listening to Yang Wendu's words, launched an attack on the holy decree in the sky.

Most of the Yang family warriors did not move.

At this moment, Yang Wendu has completely lost his prestige, his purpose is to escape by himself, no matter the flood afterwards, no matter whether the Yang family in Wuzhou will be destroyed by the Great Wei royal family.

This is tantamount to asking all the warriors of the Yang family in Wuzhou to exchange their lives for the survival of the warriors of Yang Wendu's lineage, and in this way, it is not the Yang family warriors of the same vein as Yang Wendu, so it is naturally impossible to obey Yang Wendu's orders.

At this time, if the audience is listening, it is to exchange their own lives for the lives of Yang Wendu, no one is so stupid.

Yang Wendu saw that most of the Yang family's martial artists did not move, his expression was furious, and he roared: "If you don't make a move, if you don't make a move, this seat will kill you first." ”

Yang Kaiyu's figure flashed, blocking in front of Yang Wendu, and said, "Yang Wendu, then let's try, whether you kill us first, or the Twelve Heavenly Condensation Sword Formation will be broken!"

One by one, the elders of the Spirit Gathering Realm gathered behind Yang Kaiyu.

Although the number of middle-level martial artists in the Gathering Spirit Realm is not as large as Yang Wendu's lineage, the number of martial artists in the first level of the Gathering Spirit Realm is much more on Yang Kaiyu's side.

Yang Chaoxian, who is also one of the veterans of the Sheng family, has always looked forward to Yang Wendu, but ...... Now he also sees the situation clearly.

Standing with Yang Wendu, you have to be the enemy of the Great Wei royal family and face the pursuit of the Xuanjun powerhouse.

As a wall grass that sees the wind and steers the rudder, Yang Chaoxian naturally chose the camp very simply, and took the elders of his vein to stand on Yang Kaiyu's side.

Although Yang Wendu's strength is strong, in the face of the other veins of the Yang family, he does not have an absolute advantage.

At this moment, Yang Wendu still had time to engage in a civil war with Yang Kaiyu, so he naturally turned around angrily and frantically attacked the Holy Decree in the sky.

However, the power contained in the Holy Decree is equivalent to the blockade power at the level of Xuanjun, and the attack under Xuanjun cannot shake the Holy Decree at all.

The attack of Yang Wendu and others was completely futile.

The time was tense and intense, and several minutes passed.

Rumble!

An earth-shattering explosion came from above, and I saw that in the sky, the golden fire dragon and the golden light giant tiger rushed straight into the sky.

The Twelve Heavenly Condensation Sword Array was blasted open, and the twelve spirit sword swords burst out in all directions.

At this time, the holy decree in the sky was still not moving.

Yang Wendu and the others all stopped attacking, and looked at Yang Xiu, Ji Changxiao, and Wuya Xuanjun with pale faces one by one.

Yang Xiu looked at Yang Wendu, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and shouted: "It's not enough for you to hurt me, why do you want to hurt my parents, it's not enough to arrest them, why take their lives?"

Yang Wendu was fed speechless, and remorse welled up in his heart.

The year before last, after returning from Qingyan Valley, Yang Wendu suffered a big loss in Qingyan Valley because of the death of his grandson Yang Hua, and his heart exploded with anger, which aggravated the torture of Yang Yi and Li Qingchan.

Ultimately...... caused the deaths of Yang Yi and Li Qingchan.

As Yang gradually grew up better and better, Yang Wendu didn't feel that there was anything wrong with forcing Yang Yi and Li Qingchan to death.

Right now...... Only then did he react, he forced Yang Yi and Li Qingchan to death, which was equivalent to pasting a life-destroying talisman on himself.

After Ji Changxiao and Boundless Xuanjun blasted through the Twelve Heavenly Condensation Sword Formation, they continued to shoot and captured the martial artists of Yang Wendu's lineage one by one.

The two of them, one has the combat power of Xuanjun, and the other is a real Xuanjun, even if they capture the Nine Folds of the Gathering Spirit Realm, it is as easy as a hand, and the martial artists of Yang Wendu's lineage are naturally easily taken down.

The three brothers Yang Wendu, Yang Wenqi, and Yang Wenbo were thrown together.

Yang Xia, Yang Qi, Yang Chu, Yang Jin, and Wan Yunqi were thrown together.

The rest of the martial artists in Yang Wendu's vein were lost in another pile.

Yang Xiu's eyes were like swords, and there seemed to be flames burning in his eyes, and he walked towards Yang Wendu step by step.

Eighteen years ago, Yang Xiu was just a baby just a few months old, he was designed by Yang Wendu, digging out the sword bones, at that time people were swordsmen, he was fish meat, and he was dug up bones, and he could only be slaughtered.

Now, thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, it is Yang Xiu's turn to be the sword, and Yang Wendu is a fish and meat, and Yang Xiu is at his disposal.

Seeing Yang Xiu coming murderously, Yang Wendu and the others, whose bodies were restrained, felt a cold chill rise in their hearts, feeling like falling into the abyss of death.

Eyes ...... Despair.