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Tang Yaoxiang saw that the man in white was using a long stick and had a smug look on his face, patted the storage bag, and held a long stick in his hand.

After a few spins around his neck, he took a step forward and raised a stick high under the cane.

Click!

This stick, the rapid change is huge, and a slender light mark is drawn in the air, and the rapid change is huge and stretches for dozens of feet, like a bolt of lightning, and it slams down.

The eyes of the man in white shrank suddenly, and his body instinctively retreated, but he avoided it.

The stick that fell down did look dozens of meters long, like an optimus pillar, and it slammed down in the air.

The man in white must have been blown over by the air currents set off by the fall of the stick.

The man in white escaped at this moment, and immediately counterattacked, the long stick in his hand swirled around his waist, whining, very fast, and suddenly there were countless illusions, and they were arranged in array, and they all swept towards Tang to burn incense.

Tang Yaoxiang successively did a few backflips, and then the last large-radius somersault, and when he turned around, the long stick in his hand fell.

Like a guillotine, volleyed down.

The long stick made a sharp sound of breaking the wind, and the moment it smashed its head, it spit out a faint flame, drawing a bright light mark like lightning.

Click!

The man in white's face changed drastically, and he instinctively flashed sideways again.

Then he also waved the long stick in his hand, wrapped around his waist and back, swept around, transformed countless times, formed a phalanx, and swept towards Tang to burn incense.

Tang Yaoxiang turned around and retreated, turning one after another, like a spinning top, rolling towards the rear.

At the same time, countless afterimages dragged in front of him, and the long sticks in their hands waved in unison.

Countless remnants of long sticks also formed a barrier in front of Tang Yaoxiang.

The long stick array of the man in white exploded and shattered in unison after touching Tang Burning Incense's stick array.

At this moment, Tang burned incense, hundreds of meters into the north, and most of the people in white were thrown out dozens of meters, but some powerful people in white still rushed up.

Tang Yaoxiang held a long stick in his hand, and suddenly it was a volley in the air.

The moment the long stick fell, countless afterimages were dragged, and one end of the afterimage was caught in Tang Yaoxiang's hand.

At the other end, it spreads out, like a soft ruler shaking violently.

As soon as he swung this stick, it was retracted upward

The first to fall down was an afterimage of the long stick, and at this moment, the afterimage fell to the ground causing a violent sound of Yuan Li, and the other afterimages followed, smashing on the ground one after another, and they were connected end to end, blasting out a long pit on the ground.

The afterimage was equivalent to rendering the formation at this moment, and the long stick in Tang Yaoxiang's hand was already flying away under this vigorous formation at this moment.

The long stick shot out countless afterimages in the air.

It shot out to the left and right sides, like a pair of wings that bloomed, very fast.

The afterimage shot out of the collapse converged into a straight line, and shot away in unison in the direction of Tang Yaoxiang's fingers, like a long dragon.

At this moment, the man in white was also dumbfounded, he didn't expect that Tang Burning Incense's Long Dragon Stick Formation was so realistic that it could make a sound similar to that of a dragon, which shocked him greatly.

At this moment, the man in white immediately retreated.

But at this moment, Tang Yaoxiang didn't intend to let him go, and after a while, his figure rolled away, and rolled back, countless afterimages dragged behind him, and the spear in each afterimage's hand whirled around his waist, whining.

The scene is spectacular and the formation is strong.

The long stick swirled around the waist of the afterimage, and it was lined up in a formation, and they all swept towards the man in white.

The man in white took a step forward at this moment, and his cultivation turned into a condensed substance of the breath, converging on the long stick layer by layer, snowballing and getting thicker and thicker, and in the blink of an eye, the original seven-foot long stick quickly changed thousands of times into a skyscraper pillar.

After spinning around the waist, it stretched out diagonally from the back, staggered to the ground, and flew away.

Tang Yaoxiang jumped up at this moment, jumped in shape, and stepped on the long stick one after another in mid-air, and his toes frequently pointed on the long stick.

In the blink of an eye, he ran from one end of the stick to the other, and a front flip was a sharp roll over and leg sweep.

At the same time, the long stick that rotated around the waist was shooting away with the legs at this moment, covering each other, very fast, and the coordination was seamless

The man in white only paid attention to the leg at the moment, and had no time to take care of the long stick, after he flashed sideways one after another, the afterimage of a long stick directly pierced the abdomen of the man in white at this moment, and even the man with the stick was inserted into the big tree.

Burst!

The man in white covered his chest, and after spurting out a mouthful of blood, his head drooped, and he lost his vitality.

Tang Yaoxiang held a long stick in his hand and turned to the north.

The men in white came up again, all holding a long stick in their hands. It seems that he is planning to compete with Tang Yaoxiang.

At this moment, Tang Yaoxiang also wanted to try his skills with these white-clothed people, and when one of the white-clothed people rushed up, he immediately waved the long stick in his hand.

At the same time, the cultivation of the ninth order of the Dao Heaven Realm turned into a coercion that condensed into substance, wrapping the long stick layer by layer, making the long stick quickly become huge, and the giant stick that fused with the powerful coercion that condensed into the essence was like a mountain at this moment, more like an optimus pillar, carrying a great oppressive force, and slammed towards the man in white.

The eyes of the man in white shrank suddenly, and when the long stick smashed down on his head, he suddenly flashed sideways.

The long stick passed by, and at this moment, Tang burned incense and then withdrew the long stick.

The long stick retracted back to its original size in the blink of an eye, and as Tang burned incense and rolled away, it swirled around his waist and swept out countless afterimages, filling the void like countless long sticks, sweeping in the air together, the formation was powerful, and the scene was spectacular.

At this moment, the man in white also sacrificed the long stick in his hand. The long sticks in the hands of dozens of white-clothed people flew out, and with a sharp sound of breaking the wind, the long sticks were arranged in arrays, like a large net spread out, shrouding the field of vision of Tang burning incense.

At this moment, Tang burned incense, and when the long stick array of the man in white shrouded him, he immediately turned around a few tops, and with a few sighs, he disappeared at the end of the man in white's field of vision.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the man in white's field of vision.

The figure that rolled over, with a long stick that rotated around the waist, suddenly stopped in front of the man in white in Tang Yaoxiang's body, and the long stick with the waist as the center suddenly broke away from the center, with a sharp sound of breaking the wind, and with a sigh, it swept out of the waist of the man in white.

Smack.

The long stick that swept wildly made a tearing sound like a breaking wind in an instant, and finally slammed into the waist of the man in white, whipping it directly upside down.

When the man in white continued to fly upside down in midair, Tang Yaoxiang still did not intend to lose the golden opportunity to beat the man in white.

The long stick in his hand continued to spin around his waist, and at the same time, Tang Yaoxiang's figure spun away and flew up in the air.

The whirling figure blessed the speed on the long stick that swirled around the waist, so that the speed of the long stick increased suddenly, making a sharp sound of breaking the wind, and the void seemed to be tearing apart in an instant.

In the sharp sound of breaking wind, tearing all the way up, when it reached the top of the man in white, in the torn void, a vague shadow of a stick appeared, carrying the oppressive force like a mountain, and a stick in the air, containing the oppressive force, urgently bombarded the face of the man in white.

Bang.

The figure in white was torn apart.

The other white-clothed people were extremely shocked, and at this moment, Tang burned incense and continued to rush towards these panicked white-clothed people.

Grasping with both palms, the long stick in his hand, and the extreme rotation in front of him, drawing a light curtain with a faint fiery red.

The light curtain was faintly fiery red, and as the speed of the long stick decreased, it was seen that one end of the long stick had swallowed flames.

The speed of the long stick's rotation reached a maximum, making a sharp sound of breaking the wind, and the shadow of the stick caused the void to be directly torn apart as if it had been disemboweled.

Like the flower cloth that has been cut in half by a tailor with scissors, with a snort, the fabric shatters into two pieces.

It's just that this speed is much faster than the tailor's knife, and the void is torn apart, and a white cold light breaks through the sky at the same time, like a lightning bolt, and arrives in front of the man in white in an instant

Then he saw the pupils of the man in white, and suddenly shrank, and his body was directly torn and exploded after being forced to absorb powerful energy.

The people in white didn't dare to act rashly, they looked like they were completely frightened.

Tang Yaoxiang took advantage of this great opportunity to continue to move forward, pointing the long stick in his hand at one of the white-clothed men from afar.

Rushing away, the figure suddenly swirled away, the long stick swirled around the waist, whirring, and suddenly swallowed out a layer of faint flames, like a flame sleeve on the long stick, from the long stick, slid out and turned into a pillar of flames, rushing towards the man in white.

Seeing the long pillar of flames that rushed straight forward, the man in white at this moment looked horrified, and instinctively turned around and ran, but the pillar of flame directly stabbed into the body of the man in white with an unstoppable momentum at this moment.

The white-clothed man spurted blood and fell to the ground and died.

The other white-clothed people swooped up again.

At this moment, Tang burned incense, turned around, and the long stick in his hand took advantage of the situation, and an arc of light was cut out of the oblique thorn, drawing a remnant wind, and attacking the man in white.

The men in white took a few steps back in unison.

Tang Yaoxiang locked on one of the white-clothed people, and the long stick in his hand, with the roll of his body, moved around his waist, and his body spun up, and when he landed, the long stick that swirled around his waist swung out. The speed of the Spin is amazing, and it directly blesses this speed on the long stick that spins around the waist.

After the long stick whined and swept around a few times, it suddenly cut out of the oblique thorn, and a trace of residue was drawn in the void, like a fan, making a sharp sound of breaking wind in the void

The men in white retreated in unison, and at the same time offered the stick in their hands.

Countless sticks swept together, and countless afterimages were released, and in an instant, the entire void was stitched, and the man in white was directly protected behind.

The long sticks and their remnants swept in unison, and when they swirled at this moment, they rattled and spat out flames.

Tang Yaoxiang rushed forward in one step, his body rushed high, volleyed a stick, and smashed his head.

Bang.

The stick absorbed energy like a layer of wooden armor condensed into substance, rapidly changing ten million times larger, extending all the way to the man in white dozens of meters away.

The man in white's face changed.

The stick that stabbed it, at this moment, directly stabbed into the mouth of the man in white.

In the end, the man in white fell directly to the ground and died, convulsing all over.

Tang Yaoxiang's body immediately swirled away, and the long stick in his hand continued to spin around his waist, sweeping out a round of whirlwind like a waning moon, and the whirlwind directly broke through the air, slashing towards the man in white with a sharp sound of breaking wind.

A man in white who rushed to the front was instantly shocked, and the swirling light had already flown at this moment, and with a snap, it was imprinted on the forehead of the man in white.

The face of the man in white changed greatly, and he was dying, but he didn't blink an eye.

After the other white-clothed people were panicked for a while, under the boss's order, they all rushed towards Tang to burn incense.

Tang Yaoxiang's figure continued to retreat, and the man in white continued to approach layer by layer.

Suddenly, Tang Yaoxiang stopped and continued to retreat, and the spear suddenly spun up, and in the moment it swirled around his waist, it was suddenly smashed with a stick.

The long stick with a great initial velocity was like a big knife at this moment, cutting a sharp blade in the void, and making a sharp sound of breaking wind when it broke through the air.

At the same time, Tang Yaoxiang was covered with a powerful aura, condensed into a substance and wrapped the long stick, and in an instant, the long stick revealed an empty halo, which seemed to have become dozens of times longer, and the farthest point had been directly poked in front of the nose of the man in white at this moment.

The man in white took advantage of the situation to roll, his body rolled away, and the long stick in his hand was also thrown out, and a trace of residue was slashed in the air, and the residue was like a knife, with a sharp sound of breaking the wind, and it came towards Tang to burn incense.

Tang Yaoxiang was not flustered, and when he took a step forward, a breath erupted, and behind it was a swirl, and the whirling breath was similar to the picture of the long stick spinning, all of which were blurry.

At this moment, the swirling aura, in the chaos and blur, completed its transformation, turning into a remnant phantom similar to the scar of the long stick when it was swept away.

The remnant phantom gradually became clear at this moment, and its speed gradually slowed down, and finally it really turned into a long stick.

The long stick is in his hand, Tang burns incense at this moment, there is a long stick in each of his left and right hands, and he sweeps with the rotation of his body, and the long stick is now drawing two rounds of sharp swirls on the void.

Two rounds of sharp swirls, like those two spiral nebulae, banged, and they collided with each other when they rushed towards the man in white.

The remnants of the two nebula-like spiraling sticks that collided together merged into a swirling light with a radius of several zhang at this moment, and the swirling light swept away, and when it reached the man in white, the speed slowed down and a long stick with a length of tens of meters appeared.

There is still the essence of the powerful aura condensed, and the whole body of the long stick is full of a halo of condensed substance, which makes the long stick look huge.

The man in white saw the remnants of the long stick sweeping at this moment, and he directly showed a look of horror

When he retreated, the long stick had already stabbed him on the ground, and with a bang, the moment the long stick stabbed on the ground, it was a blast of sand and gravel, splashing in the air, splashing in all directions, very fast, very sharp, like a rain of bullets, so that the man in white was difficult to parry at the moment, and was hit by countless gravel, and his body flew upside down.