A mocking expression appeared on Yang Tianhong's face. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Of course, with the angle and position he was in, it was impossible for Tang Qiyuan to see, nor could he notice a junior Qi refining who was standing behind many Jindan Grandmasters and had not even reached the foundation building period.

There was a sudden loosening among the people of the Guiyuan Sect, and then a passage that was not very wide was flashed. Tang Qiyuan's eyes widened, his lips opened involuntarily, and his face was full of fear and horror.

He saw a giant beast walking upright on its legs. A huge head, thick black hair covering all corners of the body, hard and sharp claws, and a pair of eyes with a hint of pity and sarcasm, as if firmly nailed to his body.

It's a steel armor.

That's impossible!

"You, you're not poisoned?"

As soon as the words came out, Tang Qiyuan found that his voice became dry and hoarse, without the slightest determination and calmness before, unspeakably unpleasant, and he actually stammered. You must know that even in front of an opponent whose identity strength is stronger than his own, he has never lost his temper like now.

Hearing Tang Qiyuan's questioning, the steel armor raised two muscular thick arms, and the claws continued to stretch in the air. It looked at Tang Qiyuan with a cold gaze, and said lightly: "Boy, you did a good job, you actually poisoned the old man last time." However, the same conspiracy is not as effective as the first time. The old man originally thought that all the people who practiced magic skills were ruthless and cunning, but he didn't expect that there would be a brainless fool like you, which was really disappointing to the old man. ”

"Shut up!"

Tang Qiyuan shouted loudly. The muscles in his body suddenly bulged, and the sides of his forehead were even more beating green tendons. In the blink of an eye, he had gathered all his strength and was ready for battle. And the initial bit of fear has run away with the cynicism of the steel armor tyrant.

The opponent is the Earth Demon King, who is equivalent to a Mahayana monk. Although the Supreme Demon Book has given itself a strong Yuan Infant strength, it is still only a small and slight slag in front of the steel armor tyrant.

Could it be that the Guiyuan Sect had already seen through its own plan, so he allowed himself to set up a teleportation array and take the initiative to jump into the trap?

The phantom array around him should have been set up a long time ago, and quietly, the Guiyuan Sect easily killed hundreds of people on his own side, reducing part of his combat power.

Could Hua Jun be a dark room deliberately set up by the Guiyuan Sect? Are the words he said before, and everything he did, acting?

Tang Qiyuan felt that his brain was filled with countless question marks. However, he didn't have time to find the answers. The only thing he could do was to take out his weapon from his bag and prepare for battle.

"Do it, kill them!"

Although he knew that there was a lot of luck in this battle, Tang Qiyuan still shouted violently and ordered all the men in black under him to attack immediately. He waved the long sword in his hand, the luck magic technique, and the whole person was like a dark spearhead shrouded in the night, killing towards Zhong Yuanyu, the Guiyuan sect master who was standing in front of him.

All the men in black had undergone rigorous training, and when they heard the order, they rushed towards their chosen targets. They didn't even think that there might be a huge difference in combat power between them, and they just instinctively attacked the closest opponent. For a moment, the black circular array seemed to be exploded, rapidly cracking in all directions.

A man in black with the strength of the seventh layer of foundation building set his sights on Yang Tianhong.

Monks are accustomed to judging the specific cultivation of the other party just by their breath and senses. In this regard, the man in black has absolute self-confidence. Cultivating demonic skills is not as simple as words, it must go through extremely terrifying psychological training, and some terrifying means must be made to ensure the success of demonic skills.

Eating people's hearts raw is the foundation of demonic cultivation. Warm human blood stimulates the killing instinct, digging out the beating heart from the chest of a living human being, something the man in black has done several times. From the initial extreme rejection, to the gradual acceptance, and now it has become a strong interest...... He had every reason to believe that he had become a real demon.

People who can practice demonic skills, regardless of their appearance, have extraordinary abilities.

The young boy in front of him looked to be no more than fifteen years old. The appearance is immature, and although the clothes on his body are black, the texture is expensive silk satin. Needless to say, it must be a member of some wealthy family.

Thinking of this, the killing intent in the eyes of the man in black became deeper and deeper, he held the knife in his backhand, let out a disdainful cold snort from his mouth, and slashed at Yang Tianhong, who was standing a few meters away in front of him.

He can't see this kind of rich boy brother the most. I think that back then, I couldn't even eat, if it wasn't for the coincidence that I was selected as a disciple by the teacher, I am afraid that I would have starved to death and turned into loess and white bones.

The rich prince has a fart? Lao Tzu stabbed one by one, and killed as many as he saw.

What's more, this little guy's strength is only the third layer of qi refining at most.

"The third form of cupola!"

Before the steel knife in his hand fell, the man in black heard a low roar from Yang Tianhong's mouth. Immediately, a fierce force hit him straight in the cheek. The man in black jumped in the air, feeling a clear cracking sound coming from his entire jaw, and a lot of warm and viscous liquid suddenly gushed out of his mouth, mixed with bits and pieces of hard particles, and under the subconscious stirring of his tongue, he made a terrifying and inexplicable collision.

Is that my tooth?

Without waiting for his brain to make a judgment on this question, the man in black heard Yang Tianhong's mouth let out a roar that was even more terrifying than just now.

"Heaven-shattering first style!"

According to different cultivation and realms, the combat ability of "Tongtian Duel" is also continuously graded from low to high.

The gas refining stage corresponds to the "Heavenly Realm", the first, second, and third forms.

The foundation building stage, corresponding to the "Heaven-Shaking Realm", is also three moves, no more and no less.

Before going up the mountain, the battle with Shen Changyou, a foundation building monk, was of great help to Yang Tianhong. The crazy act of swallowing six Yuan Qi Pills at a time made him feel about life and death. Although that kind of move was dangerous, Yang Tianhong understood some tricks of using powerful moves to leapfrog the level. For example, right now, his true strength was only the eighth layer of Qi refining, but he could absorb some of the essence of the "Heaven Shaking Realm" and use the incomplete Heaven Shaking First Form.

Rushing first, then shocking, this is the normal evolutionary sequence of things, and it is also the process that is necessary to release more powerful power.

The man in black's eyes widened suddenly.

He had never seen such a terrible battle duel, which was far beyond his understanding of the word "cultivation".

Shouldn't the battle between monks be a contest of flying swords, magic weapons, talismans, and strength?

Only human war will fight to the death, and will fight in the most vulgar way. Because ordinary people have no spiritual power, they can only rely on their own strength. At that time, personal fitness and strength are the most critical factors that determine victory or defeat.

The fist with earth-shattering power accurately hit the chest of the man in black. He screamed, feeling like he had been hit directly by a bull running at high speed, and his body flew out backwards involuntarily, his whole body was numb and completely unconscious.

The ribs broke, and the fragments went into the heart.

With such a terrible injury, there is no doubt that he will die.

Yang Tianhong stepped forward quickly, picked up the short sword in his hand, and stabbed the throat of the dying man in black. At the same time as the sword flashed, he had already taken the Qiankun bag from the man in black.

A large stream of blood spurted out of the throat of the dying black-clothed man, splashing on Yang Tianhong's body, and the strong bloody breath made him unable to hold back several sneezes in a row, but it stimulated the incomparably strong battle intent in his mind more and more.

It's been a long time since I've fought like this, and my sore body feels a little uncomfortable.

Only in battle can the "Heavenly Decision" continue to grow stronger, which will have a promoting effect on cultivation and make one's realm rise.

It's just that after all, he is only a Qi refining stage cultivator, and the heaven-shaking level battle duel can only be used occasionally, and it is impossible to use it continuously. Otherwise, the result is tantamount to suicide.

Yang Tianhong felt a surge of heat in his body, and an inexplicable voice was shouting, urging himself to kill all the opponents he saw with his eyes, cut off their heads, and crush all the corpses to ashes.

He pulled a knife in his backhand and whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "Today, I'm going to kill." The strength realm must be raised to at least the ninth level of qi refining. ”

......

The battle between Tang Qiyuan and Zhong Yuanyu was not proportional at all.

Before rushing in front of Zhong Yuanyu, Tang Qiyuan already felt that he was flying, and his whole body was out of balance.

Steelclad Tyrant's left paw grabbed his right leg and lifted it upside down from the ground. The right paw is clenched into a fist, as if an adult is carrying a newborn baby as a toy, and smashes it on the face, body, arms and thighs, all parts one at a time.

This is the huge difference between the Mahayana and the Yuanying monks.

The power of the trapped lock array is still there, and the suppression effect on the enemy's cultivation is very obvious. But even so, Tang Qiyuan still has the strength and confidence to fight with Zhong Yuanyu. However, it was impossible for the Steelclad Tyrant to give him this chance. The position of the suzerain is inviolable, and anyone who wants to challenge Zhong Yuanyu must first pass the level of steel armor tyrant.

Tang Qiyuan felt like he was being lifted high, spinning back and forth in the air like a windmill several times. In the end, I was dizzy and fell a rock. The hard stone hit the broken body hard, and a large amount of blood spurted out of his mouth uncontrollably, and he didn't even have the strength to scream, so he could only lie on the stone, dying, trying to judge the surroundings through the blurred blood-red vision, trying to see where Zhong Yuanyu was.

In the distance, Yang Tianhong swung his short sword again and cut off the head of another man in black.

Just as he started to swing his sword, another man in black pounced from the side. Before Yang Tianhong could dodge, an extremely fast sword light had already pierced from the side, piercing the heart of the black-clothed man who wanted to sneak attack on the spot.

Guo Linsheng, the master of the Gengjin Palace, stood more than ten meters away, holding a bloody long sword in his hand, glanced at Yang Tianhong with a cold and arrogant expression, and without saying a word, he turned around and killed another opponent.

Yang Tianhong suddenly remembered what his master Chen Zhengjian said to himself: "Lao Guo is a cold-faced and hot-hearted person, you will know it slowly in the future." ”

The battle is gradually coming to an end.

Leng Su, the master of the Torture Palace, took a few disciples and reflexively returned to Zhong Yuanyu to escort him. Seeing Tang Qiyuan who was smashed on the rock by the steel armor, Leng Su swung his sword and cut off Tang Qiyuan's hands and legs, making him completely lose his combat effectiveness, and then grabbed Tang Qiyuan's hair, lifted his head high, ripped off the cloth on the other party's face, approached, and said in a loud enough voice: "I have seen you, you are a person from the Haotianmen Secret Palace." I've heard your voice, and it feels familiar to me before, but I can't remember where I heard it for a while. ”

Tang Qiyuan endured the severe pain in the wound, crooked the corners of his mouth, and said in a sarcastic tone: "It is rumored that the Lord of the Cold Hall has the knowledge of forgetting, but I don't believe it very much. Ten years ago, you met me once at the Kasuga Daibi. At that time, I was just a small guy with my master, but the Lord of the Cold Hall could even remember my appearance and voice...... I made a mistake, and if I had known this, I should have disfigured and disfigured you, so that you couldn't tell who I was. ”

Zhong Yuanyu strode over and roared at Tang Qiyuan: "Haotianmen, it turned out to be Haotianmen again." What kind of blood feud does my Guiyuan Sect have with your sect? Why do you want to repeatedly target my Guiyuan Sect?"

Blood and white foam flowed from the corners of Tang Qiyuan's mouth, and a strange smile appeared on his tattered face: "I originally wanted to wait a little longer, but I didn't expect that Guiyuan Sect would be able to win two championships in a row in the Spring Day Competition. With a lot of wealth ahead, I'm afraid that many people will be like me and want to take advantage of it. As for Haotianmen...... Hahahaha! Have you forgotten? Lao Tzu has cultivated magic skills, and he has a bullshit relationship with Haotianmen!"

The word "magic skill" made all the people present think about it and turn their eyes to this side.

"I was originally a child of a rich family, and I had to accept the master's fancy and choose me as a disciple. However, the path of cultivation was difficult, and I had been practicing hard for many years without making any progress. As a last resort, I can only practice the Demon Clan's exercises. ”

"Do you think that cultivating demonic skills is so easy? Humans are not demons after all, and their body structure is too different. If it weren't for the cold-minded and resolute people, it would be impossible to achieve great success. Since you have chosen this path, you must be ruthless. Six years ago, I went down to the mountain to save my family, cut off my father's mother's head with my own hands, killed everyone in the family, and burned all the houses to the ground. If he hadn't given up all his worries at that time and forcibly used himself to fall into the demonic path, how could he have today's supreme supernatural powers?"

Speaking of this, Tang Qiyuan spurted out a mouthful of blood, turned his shoulders sideways, pointed at Zhong Yuanyu with his right broken arm, and roared with great difficulty in a trembling voice: "If it weren't for the steel armor to help you, if it weren't for the unconscious Confused Illusion Array, you wouldn't be my opponent at all." The tens of thousands of pills in the treasury of the Guiyuan Sect, countless heavenly and earthly treasures, all of them should be in my pocket. You wine bags and rice bags, mediocre and inactive people, should not have such a heavy treasure at all. You're all damned! Damn! I'm going to ...... you Not...... Uh-huh......"

The hall master of the Torture Hall pressed Tang Qiyuan's head forcefully, turning the unfinished words into a vague "hmm" sound.

Zhong Yuanyu stared at Tang Qiyuan, who was struggling desperately, for nearly half a minute, and shook his head with a long sigh: "Whether it is a monk or a world, after all, there is the word "greed". Although this person is vicious and cruel, he has achieved cultivation after all. Leng Su, give him a good time!"

The hall master of the torture hall nodded coldly, waved the steel sword in his hand, the white light flashed, Tang Qiyuan's head suddenly flew high with a blood spring, and then landed, "Gu Lulu" rolled around, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't look at it until he died.

......

Hua Jun knelt on the ground, his expression dull and silent.

Zhong Yuanyu's gaze was very complicated, and after a long time, he slowly raised his head, looked at the messy battlefield, and asked softly, "Are you guilty?"

Hua Jun's face showed a sad look, his words were extremely heavy, and his head was so low that he almost hung on his chest: "I damn it......! Sin is unforgivable. ”

Next to him, a fat Yuanying elder angrily reprimanded: "Do you know what the consequences of doing this will bring? I see that you are simply dizzy, forgetting your identity and Dao heart. You can't excuse yourself from death!"

Another black-robed Yuanying Elder was an old acquaintance with Hua Jun, but he couldn't open his mouth to defend him, so he could only shake his head and sigh again and again.

Zhong Yuanyu glanced at Leng Su, the hall master of the Torture Hall who was standing next to him. According to the rules of the Guiyuan Sect, this kind of punishment is the responsibility of the Punishment Palace.

Looking at Hua Jun, who was full of remorse, a trace of unbearability flashed in Leng Su's eyes, but he had to harden his heart, and said in an indifferent and rigid voice: "The conspiracy to poison the elders of the sect is the only one, and it should be killed according to the law." ”

"No, no!"

Liu Xuebing, the master of the Lingshui Palace, rushed over desperately, and knelt down in front of Zhong Yuanyu with Hua Jun, with a pleading look on his face: "Hua Jun is the deacon of my Lingshui Palace, if he has a problem, the whole Lingshui Hall should share it." I just ask the sect master to see that Hua Jun has meritorious service to the sect in the past, extra leniency, merit and demerits, and leave him alive. ”

The fat Elder Yuanying was even more angry: "Merit is merit, and passing is excessive, how can the two be offset?" Xue Bing, you are my apprentice, and the position of the master of the Spirit Water Hall is also inherited from the old man. It must be known that strict orders can convince the disciples of the disciples. Yes, Hua Jun has made great contributions to my Guiyuan Sect before, but what he did this time has exceeded the limit of forgiveness. This person must be severely punished, otherwise, it will be difficult for the suzerain to convince the people. ”

Hua Jun sighed, turned to Liu Xuebing, tidied up his clothes, and solemnly bowed, with gratitude in his words: "Hall Master, you have done enough for me. This matter is Hua Jun's own fault, and he can't complain about others. Fortunately, the sect noticed it, so it didn't let the villains succeed. Otherwise, even if Hua Jun is under Jiuquan, it will be difficult to feel at ease. After this incident, my Dao heart has been extinguished, and I can no longer make an inch of progress in my cultivation. Alive, but the walking dead. For the authentic law, Hua Jun was willing to die without complaints. ”