He Pingdong looked at the two entangled phoenixes that were running towards him, his eyes jumped out of essence, and he drank softly: "Destroy the sky!"

I saw that the voice fell, and the gun in his hand increased a little more force again, and the tumbling clouds came madly, entangled the tip of the gun and disturbed the heavens and the earth.

The two attacks quickly collided together, and the fire phoenix burned the sky and the earth, instantly incinerating the clouds around the blade, but when it touched the tip of the opponent's gun, a mountain of resistance blocked the fire phoenix's advance.

But He Paidong was also not happy, due to the exertion of his arms, the green tendons exploded, and the burning heat on the tiger's mouth had already made his palms burn a few blisters, but he could only grit his teeth and insist.

As soon as the phoenix came out here, Zhang Yiyang did not stop there, and frantically condensed the Qingyou handprint in his hand, a layer... Two floors... Three floors...

At this moment, He Jindong finally knew the danger, and used all his strength to disperse the fire phoenix on the blade of the gun, and then used all his strength to use the family mastery, black and terrible killing.

If you say which kind of martial arts in the world can kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred, then the stunt of the He clan can definitely be regarded as one, in fact, each family has its own Zhen clan mastery, and the inheritance of a clan has a genius from ancient times to the present, so there must be a legacy left.

And there was such a genius demon in the He clan back then, who created this black demon lore, the power of this gun comes from his own essence and blood, if the power of the human body is made of spiritual power and soul, then this essence blood is the connection between the two.

The power of blood and qi gathered on the tip of the spear, and a touch of blooming enchantment suddenly appeared from the cold light, although it did not make Qiankun tremble, but it made everyone feel depressed.

The spear pierced directly, and the blood on the spear seemed to come from the abyss of hell, disturbing people's hearts.

Zhang Yiyang's brows tightened, and the Qingyou handprint in his hand was immediately typed.

On one side was the blood light in the sky, and on the other side was the Indo-French sky, the two collided, and endless red light bloomed in the air, and with a bang, the earthquake trembled, and half of the city wall collapsed immediately.

The figure on the city wall soared into the air, and the dust filled the entire battlefield, and the dust dissipated after a long time, and the two people in mid-air, one unscathed, one was carried by the other with his hand at will, and it was obvious that the person who was carried had passed out.

Of course, the person who passed out was He Pingdong.

Zhang Yiyang casually threw He Tingdong's body in front of Yi Zhongtian, and then fell, obviously signaling him to dispose of it casually.

Seeing that He Pingdong was defeated, the cadres of the He clan followed the great elder one after another, intending to save their patriarch, but when they saw Zhang Yiyang who was looking back, they all stopped one by one.

Yi Zhongtian smiled at the young master, raised the knife that had been prepared, cut it down, and the knife fell in his hand, and in an instant, He Pingdong's head was cut off by Yi Zhongtian, and the blood splashed out flowed all over the ground, looking miserable.

"Haha... Ha ha... Xiaohua, I have finally avenged you!" Yi Zhongtian finally cried with joy, and he couldn't cry anymore, everyone could see that Yi Zhongtian had held hatred in his heart for too long, too long.

After a long time, Yi Zhongtian recovered his mood, and with a plop, his knees were about to kneel, but he was helped up by Zhang Yiyang in front of him, "Uncle Yi, we are all a family, no need to be like this!"

Yi Zhongtian laughed, "Yes, yes, but I have to thank you!"

"If you're polite, let's go back and talk about it, but I don't know what you want to do with these people?"

Yi Zhongtian's eyes were like gathering, and he shouted: "Now that the patriarch of your clan is dead, do you want to stay here or disperse?"

Everyone retreated, but they looked at the Great Elder.

The Great Elder sighed, and finally shook his head, "That's it, my He clan will be eliminated today, and everyone will fend for themselves from now on!"

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