Yang Hu grinned and said, "Big brother, the two on the left belong to me." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Yang Xiaotiandao looked at Yang Hu and nodded, although these ghost things were indeed a little troublesome, it was not a problem to defeat them with Yang Hu's strength.

The higher the level of the sword corpse, the stronger the spiritual intelligence will be, and the thick death qi has been fused with the sword qi that shoots out, as long as it is accidentally injured, it will end up seriously injured.

Facing the two bursts of black sword qi, Yang Xiaotian flicked his fingers, and a red light shot out from between his fingers, turning into a dragon, and slamming into the sword qi with a long hiss.

As the aftermath wavered, Yang Xiaotian's robe fluttered, his body was already in mid-air, and his palm pressed towards the two corpse kings under him, and the yuan force in his body turned into a huge handprint, overwhelming the sky.

Click......

Under the impact of Haoran's Yuan Force, the stones flew sideways, and the black water in the waterhole also erupted, turning the solid ground into a thousand holes.

Suddenly, a black light erupted in the dust, dazzling to the extreme, and in the blink of an eye, the corpse king's palms were combined, and a sword qi full of dead qi slowly took shape, and after a while, a half-zhang pitch-black giant sword slashed out towards Yang Xiaotian in mid-air.

The black qi wave swept towards Yang Xiaotian like a flood erupting, and even the forehead air that permeated the surroundings was trembling slightly.

Yang Xiaotian's eyebrows were slightly raised, and when he saw the terrifying sword of the corpse king coming, the momentum lurking around his body suddenly exploded, and his hind feet slowed down, and he shouted: "Yanhuang Fist!"

The fiery red Yuan Force was shot out with Yang Xiaotian's punch, and the tyrannical Yuan Force was like a cannonball, expanding infinitely, and exploding after coming into contact with the Corpse King's sword.

In an instant, the black giant sword that was exploded turned into a series of sword qi, rushing everywhere, and the two corpse kings were still standing firmly on the ground after Yang Xiaotian was punched, but there was black corpse water flowing out of their chests.

Yang Xiaotian had the upper hand, and looking at the situation, he could kill him in less than three or five rounds.

Yang Hu's strength is not as good as Yang Xiaotian, but he is also a Tongming Eightfold Heavenly Warrior, and martial artists often say that the three souls and seven spirits do not enter the hall, and they are kings as soon as they enter Tongming.

It is said that below the Three Souls and Seven Spirits Realm, they are all mediocre and unbearable, but once they set foot in the Tongming Realm, they can be kings, which illustrates the huge difference between these two realms.

From ancient times to the present, the realm of martial artists has been divided into hundreds of thousands of years: into the spirit, Kaiyuan, three souls, seven spirits, Tongming, Huangdao, Mingsu, Tianjue, Jidao, sages, emperors, and the supreme that is difficult to come out of for thousands of years, as well as the realm of heavenly monarchs in ancient and modern times.

A strong aura emanated from Yang Hu's body, and he kicked over the corpse queen in front of him, his thick fingers pointed at the void, and a strong finger poked at the two sword corpses.

"Mixed Yuan Kaishan Finger!"

The huge fingers containing the violent yuan power pressed on the two corpse kings, and an explosion resounded throughout the mountain, and even the ground under his feet shook violently.

Yang Ku, who was hiding behind the stone wall, smacked his tongue very hard, although he knew that his father and Uncle Tiger were very strong, but he didn't expect them to be so strong as soon as they made a move.

The ground trembled fiercely, trembling into Yang Jiannan's heart, a sense of perseverance flashed in his eyes, his father was his goal since he was a child, but after the age of ten, his goal was even farther, and he wanted to be a stronger man than his father.

At this time, seeing the amazing strength displayed by Dad and Uncle Tiger, the idea of playing small became even stronger.

But all this was in Yang Qing's eyes, and there was a burst of heat in his heart, he urgently needed strength more than anyone else.

Yang Hu spat rudely and scolded: "What is not a person or a ghost, this time I will die for the tiger master." ”

"Mixed Element Broken Empty Finger!"

After the condescending Yang Hu struck, he pressed a finger again, and it came extremely fast, the momentum was stronger than the previous finger, and the gushing out yuan force was also more violent, and this finger instantly reached the top of the heads of the two corpse kings, like a Mount Tai, and smashed down fiercely.

Rumble......

The ground shook once, and a sensational sound sounded again in the mountain, and then a finger-shaped pit was left on the ground, as for the two corpse kings under Yang Hu's fingers, after temporarily erupting with two amazing sword qi, they completely annihilated Yang Hu under his fingers.

exploded into two pools of corpse water, and there was not even a slag left.

Looking at Yang Xiaotian's side, although these two corpse kings are more difficult to entangle, they have also entered the final joint.

The sword qi erupted from the two corpse kings condensed together, turning into a larger giant sword, and the thick death qi was wrapped around the sword body, and if an ordinary martial artist touched it, it would turn into a dry corpse with a snap of his fingers.

But they were facing Yang Xiaotian, who was bright and ninefold, and at the moment when the opponent's sword qi erupted, Yang Xiaotian also moved, his eyes were raised, and the red yuan force fell from the sky, condensed from a raging fire, and smashed at the black giant sword slashed by the two corpse kings.

"Hundred miles of Yanhuang!"

As soon as Yang Xiaotian drank it, the scorching flames collided with the black giant sword that was splitting, and immediately set off a fluctuation, and the stones around the shock rolled wildly, and the black giant sword melted quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Two breaths, only held for two breaths, the scorching flames crushed the corpse king's black sword qi, enveloping the other party, and after a while, it was burned into ashes by the flames.

The four corpse king-level sword corpses were certainly strong, but in the face of Yang Xiaotian and Yang Hu, they couldn't stand it, and they didn't drag the mud and water at all, and they were all wiped out in less than half an hour.

After the dust cleared, Yang Xiaotian and Yang Hu fell to the ground, and Yang Jiannan and others behind the stone wall walked out.

"Dad, you and Uncle Tiger are too strong. After Yang Ku came out, he looked at his father and Yang Hu with a fiery face.

Although Yang Feng and Yang Kai didn't say anything, the expressions on their faces expressed the same heart as Yang Ku.

Yang Qingwei smiled ghostly, hugged Yang Hu's arm, and said coquettishly: "Uncle Tiger, your mixed yuan finger really deserves its reputation." ”

Yang Hu raised his fist and said proudly: "Of course, you don't want to see who your Uncle Tiger is." ”

"Then Uncle Tiger, can you teach me?"

Yang Hu was stunned, this Nizi dared to be worried about his mixed yuan finger, and said, "This...... Let's talk about it later. ”

Yang Qingwei picked up his mouth and snorted: "You're perfunctory to me again, Uncle Tiger, you don't hurt Qingwei at all." ”

Yang Hu touched the back of his head and smiled, "Qingwei, this is not Uncle Tiger who doesn't teach, but ......" Yang Hu's eyes glanced at the eldest brother Yang Xiaotian behind him.

The meaning is very clear, it's not that your Uncle Tiger doesn't teach, but that your Lao Tzu is not a thing, don't let it.

Yang Qingwei's mouth was even higher, "Anyway, I don't care, I know that Uncle Tiger doesn't hurt me." ”

Suddenly, Yang Xiaotian said solemnly: "Qingwei, don't mess around." ”

The ghost girl stuck out her tongue, and then said softly: "Uncle Tiger, I saw you coming out of Liucuiju on the third day of the first month of last month, and you said that I should ...... or not" Yang Qingwei squinted slightly and raised his eyebrows as he looked at Yang Hu, with an expression that you understand.

Yang Hu's body shook, thinking of the wife at home, he immediately put down his tone, and said softly: "When you go back, you come to me again, remember that you must hide it from your father, otherwise you and I will be finished." ”

Yang Qingwei was suddenly overjoyed, his eyes narrowed into crescents, and he nodded hurriedly, "It's better to be Uncle Tiger." ”