"Okay!" Yang Liulang reached out and touched the woman's plump buttocks, Yin smiled: "I like your prodigal hooves, you have good work on your mouth, and I will look for you next time!"

"Hey, Xiaohong likes to be as powerful as Liulang!" The bewitching woman with flowers and branches said with a smile: "Liulang, go all the way!"

"Hmm!" Yang Liulang turned around and said with a smile!

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A golden light suddenly crossed the starless night sky! Then a broken sword covered with rust fell from the golden light and smashed on the top of Yang Liulang's head with a "snap"!

"MD! Who threw something and smashed it on the master's head?" Yang Liulang's eyes widened angrily, his left hand covered the high bulging bag above his head, and he held the broken sword in his right hand, shouting and scolding!

At this time, a black wind suddenly blew. This black wind seemed to come without warning, and it couldn't see the source clearly, and it instantly swept Yang Liulang in!

Although Yang Liulang has the cultivation of the first martial monarch, his divine thoughts are not weak, but at this time, he is drunk, and his sensing ability is not as good as before, and Mo Wuchen and Chen Bahuang deliberately hid the black wind in the dark night, and did not release the will to kill, which only swept Yang Liulang into the black wind in one fell swoop!

"Damn, what the hell!" Yang Liulang only felt as if a black cloth had suddenly rolled around him, and it was pitch black in front of him, and he couldn't see a trace of light, only the whistling wind howled in his ears!

And Yang Zhaohe, who was three miles away, performed the "Ten Thousand Miles Tracking Method" to determine the specific location of "Mo Forget Chen", and immediately chased towards the green light.

At this time, the green light, which was originally stationary, suddenly seemed to have noticed something, and quickly fled in the opposite direction that Yang Zhaohe was tracking.

"Want to escape?" The curvature of Yang Zhaohe's mouth outlined a gloomy smile, and then his speed against the wind suddenly doubled, and he slammed out in the direction of the green light.

It was still a narrow alley, and the golden light of the Eight Desolation Immortal Pots gradually faded into darkness. The whistling black wind instantly swept through the entire alley and then coiled here, standing still, quietly waiting for the arrival of the powerhouse of the first martial king!

And Yang Liulang, who was in the midst of the black wind, had already summoned the black wind that he had come out of the void of blood, exerted his martial arts, and attacked with his bare hands! At this time, what he saw with his naked eyes was a darkness, and the condensed black wind wrapped his body! After he defeated the black wind with a punch, he immediately condensed rapidly, just like flowing water!

Growing up so big, Yang Liulang felt such a helpless feeling for the first time, he had a trace of fear, and he was very angry!

At this time, Yang Zhaohe had also flown to this alley occupied by the black wind. "Broken Arm Child! You really have a lot of means, do you think that you can sit back and relax by hiding in this black wind that can isolate your divine thoughts? The dark red true qi instantly condensed in the palm of his hand, and an extremely terrifying suction surged out!

"Scatter!"

Suddenly, Yang Zhaohe's eyes shot a fine light. "Boom!" The thick black wind quickly condensed towards Yang Zhaohe's palm! After the black wind dispersed somewhat, a figure gradually appeared in the center of the alley!

And in Yang Zhaohe's eyes, that figure was the source of that green light! The Ancient Broken Sword was on this figure!

"Cunning boy, don't show up yet, do you have to force me to make a move?"

At this time, although part of the black wind was dispersed, Yang Liulang still couldn't see the situation outside, his divine sense and vision were still isolated by this black wind, but he could clearly hear the voice of the person outside, and said secretly: "It must be this person who released this black wind to trap me." Dare to do a black hand to Rokuro, I won't let you have a good time!"

I saw that his palm slammed over the storage bag on his waist, and then a blood-colored bead suddenly flew out, exuding a trace of ferocity on it, which was obviously not a good thing! His face stained with lipstick showed a gloomy smile, and then forced out a stream of essence blood from the center of his eyebrows, dripping into the blood-colored bead!

"Boom!" The blood-colored beads suddenly bloomed with a strange light, instantly piercing through the layers of black mist.

This blood-colored light was dazzling in the night!

"Blood Bead!" Yang Zhaohe showed a very surprised look on his face: "I can't imagine that you have such a fierce thing on you?

This Blood Bead is a very terrifying murder weapon, which is made by condensing the essence blood of a status martial monarch and refining it through secret methods! After all, how can a status martial monarch be so easy to kill? Therefore, there is only one big Yang family, and Yang Liulang is deeply favored by Yang Zhaohe, so he handed over the Blood Bead to him for self-defense! But how could Yang Zhaohe guess that this blood bead in front of him was the one in the hands of his sixth son?

I saw that Yang Zhaohe also slapped the storage bag on his waist, and the light like the moonlight suddenly burst out, plunging into the heavy black wind! It turned out that the light like the moonlight turned out to be a snow-silver spirit sword, and it instantly pierced the blood bead that bloomed with a demonic light!

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and the Blood Bead burst open instantly, and the huge explosive energy instantly blew Yang Liulang away.

At this time, a golden light flashed, and the storage bag on Yang Liulang's body was instantly swept away by the black wind and sent into the Eight Desolation Immortal Pot.

"Slip!"

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Chen Bahuang cast a spell and frantically injected his spiritual power into the Eight Desolation Immortal Pot. "Whoosh!" The speed of the Eight Desolation Immortal Pots instantly doubled, and they disappeared into the thick night.

When Mo Wuchen and Chen Bahuang escaped, they did not completely remove the black wind, but left a part of it for cover to confuse Yang Zhaohe's audio-visuals. Sure enough, after the Eight Desolation Immortal Pot escaped into the night, Yang Zhaohe didn't notice anything unusual, and he was still secretly rejoicing that he had broken the blood bead of "Mo Forget Chen".

Yang Zhaohe flipped his palm again, and a powerful suction power erupted from his palm, instantly dispersing the remaining black wind. At this time, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, the green mark light of the broken sword was gone, as if it had suddenly disappeared!"It's not good, I have been tricked to divert the tiger from the mountain!" Yang Zhaohe only took two steps and reached the side of the corpse.

After seeing the deceased's appearance clearly, Yang Zhaohe's face suddenly became bloodless!"Liu'er, why is it you! Daddy actually killed you with his own hands...... That's impossible...... No way...... Poof...... "He went crazy in an instant, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth!

"Broken arm child, I want to break your body into ten thousand pieces! In order to sacrifice my child in the heavenly heroic spirit!ah!" Yang Zhaohe raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and hot tears overflowed from his sunken eyes, and one after another blood-colored true qi exploded around his body. An alley was razed to the ground in an instant! The strength of the first martial king was terrifying!