There was an uproar in the arena, and people thought that those who climbed the high platform were going to fight a battle of life and death.

But there are still many people who have seen the clues, because among those people are Zhao Chonghai and Zhao Zihan of Qingwang Mountain, Long Yingtian of Long Yuanze, and a few cultivators who have become powerful cultivators and their juniors.

These people belong to the same side for the time being, and there should be no war.

I saw that Zhao Zihan, who had a cold face, took a step forward and shouted loudly: "Yang Ling, I know you are in Black Rock City, get out!"

The sound was very loud, like thunder in the clouds, rolling in all directions, and even the luminite stones embedded in the tall buildings were constantly shaking by the impact of the sound waves, as if they would fall down at any time.

Yang Ling's face was originally full of leisure, but at this time, he suddenly looked in a trance, and then his hair stood on end, as if he was greatly frightened.

His mind went blank, as if time had stopped, and only his heart was beating violently and was about to explode.

A cold wind howled like a bucket of ice water that woke him up.

Airplanes~

Some images appeared in his head, he regained consciousness, and one serious problem after another followed.

"How did he know that my name was Yang Ling? Could it be that Shuyao was captured? Or was it because of other reasons?"

One of his hearts sank to the bottom of the sea, and his troubled thoughts could not be calmed for a long time.

At this moment, Zhao Zihan on the high platform got up a wooden box from the ground, and saw that his palm turned into a knife and slashed down, revealing the contents inside, which was a good human head.

At this moment, there was an exclamation from the crowd, and Yang Ling hadn't reacted yet, but Yi Ziqi beside her had already collapsed on the ground, she was lonely, helpless, weak, and kept crying.

"Father, what's wrong with you?" she looked at the human head in Zhao Zihan's hand with a pair of teary eyes, her face was pale and red.

At this time, even Huang Yu, who had been drinking sullen wine and was drunk, was sober, he pinched the fragile wine gourd fiercely, and his body trembled involuntarily.

Yang Ling finally saw the blood-stained head clearly.

It seems to have been dead for a long time, there is not a trace of blood on his face, and his messy hair flutters in the wind.

"Yi Tian!" he muttered, completely incredulous.

Once, he was hovering on the edge of life and death, and was almost blown into slag by Hong Yuze, it was Yi Tian, the man like a mountain who came to the rescue.

On that day, Hong Yuze was extremely fierce and wanted to take He Shuyao away, but it was still Yi Tian, a man as deep as the sea and said resolutely: "If you want to take her away, kill me!"

Yi Tian's life was miserable, and when he was young, his family was broken and fled outside the city.

He never gave up, fought against fate, tasted all the hardships, and finally became stronger step by step, and returned to Babel City with his son, but only saw his dead wife, and tried to find the surviving clansmen, but in the end he found nothing.

For He Shuyao, who once helped his wife and daughter, he repaid him with death and did not regret it, but he was an iron-clad man who stood up to the sky.

Yi Ziqi's tears were like rain, because she could only bite her lips tightly and cry in a low voice to avoid attracting attention, her hands were clenched tightly, her nails had sunk deep into the flesh, and blood was dripping down, which was so dazzling.

Huang Yu closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he remembered the past and was worried about the future.

"I have a father, too!" he whispered to himself, his breath low, "he's dead, dying to save me!"

At this time, Yang Ling's heart couldn't calm down for a long time, and he knew very well that Yi Tian's death was all because of himself in the final analysis.

People talked a lot, and they didn't know who Yang Ling was.

"Yang Ling, is it the one who rescued Yi Tian's daughter from Long Yuanze?" someone quickly remembered the rumors some time ago.

"It should be, then Zhao Zihan is holding Yi Tian's head in his hand!"

Yang Ling was sad and angry, and he knelt on the ground with a puff, his tears were like springs, and his heart was full of endless remorse, self-blame and guilt.

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault......" Yi Ziqi kept crying, his hands kept beating on him, but he didn't have any strength.

Yi Tian died with a smile on his face, although there were dried blood stains on the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't hide his satisfaction, but there was a thick regret in his unclosed eyes, and all his expressions were very contradictory and incomprehensible.

"My father said that if he died, he would be smiling, because he could stay with his mother. Yi Ziqi confided in a low voice, very painful.

Yang Ling choked, he knew that there was regret in Yi Tian's eyes, obviously because he couldn't rest assured of his child.

At this time, Zhao Zihan was extremely rampant, his demeanor was flamboyant, and he continued to roar: "Yang Ling, just watch me crush this dog's head!"

Yang Ling's anger rose from his heart, and evil was born to the side of his guts, the anger in his chest was burning, and the bones of his body were crackling.

"Brute, I'm going to kill you!" he couldn't hold back any longer, his true strength was surging, and he instantly returned to his original appearance.

His face was iron and hideous, and the blood-red true power turned into a chain, flying wildly outside his body, like a group of demons roaring.

"It's him!" the onlookers looked surprised.

Someone with red eyes and a low voice, "If we catch this person, we will be richly rewarded!"

However, Huang Yu, who had just fallen into the memory, also moved, and his originally rickety body instantly became straight, his hair danced in the wind, and he was covered with a layer of white Yuan Force battle armor on his body.

His eyes were like lightning, there was purple thunder jumping, and with a hand, a cyan ancient bow flew quickly from outside Blackstone City.

The big bow looked simple and unpretentious, but when it fell into his hand, it burst out with cyan light, and there were bursts of murderous intent.

He glanced around coldly, his fingers tapped lightly on the bowstring, and the cyan ripples visible to the naked eye spread out in all directions, and the speed was extremely fast, and it instantly bombarded the bodies of those onlookers.

At this moment, some of the cultivators were roaring in their brains, and they were in great pain, lying on the ground and rolling around.

Even those strong people were swaying, and their brains felt like they had been cut by a knife.

It was this simple action that had caused enough deterrence that many people who were about to move temporarily dispelled the idea of greed.

Even those who were in the distance noticed the movement here and exclaimed, with ** fire burning in their eyes, but no one dared to act easily.

"It turned out to be you!" Zhao Zihan was shocked, and glanced at Huang Yu, who looked like a god, with some horror in his eyes.

Yang Ling let out a long roar and roared angrily: "Zhao Zihan, kneel down and lead to death!"

He was full of anger, and as soon as his mind moved, the Soul Shattering Spear appeared in his hand, and at the same time, he operated the Vajra Method, which greatly increased the strength of his body.

Zhao Zihan glanced at his father, gritted his teeth, held the long sword in his hand, and rushed towards Yang Ling.

The two of them quickly approached and landed on the huge martial arts stage in the middle.

There are no superfluous words, as soon as they meet, it is a lore, and no one will show mercy.

Yang Ling was already angry, and his true power surged towards the Soul Shattering Spear, without the slightest stinginess or reservation.

At this moment, the Soul Shattering Spear erupted with unprecedented power, golden light, and the shadow of the giant dragon hovering and flying in it, looking up to the sky and roaring, as well as the heavenly phoenix hissing, flapping its wings and hitting the sky, countless visions were divided, making people dizzy and shocked.

His body rotated, leaving an afterimage, appearing behind the other party, and the golden spear in his hand suddenly stabbed out, roaring and ranging, and the shadow of the ten thousand dragons in the golden light quickly collapsed, bursting out with palpitating energy.

Seeing that the sharp tip of the spear was about to pierce into the opponent's body, although Zhao Zihan was frightened, he was not willing to sit still, but held the sword with both hands, silently reciting the strange mantra in his mouth, and countless thumb-sized silver long swords shot out from his body, like ten thousand arrows fired at once, the scene was strange and spectacular.

These silver swords were transformed by Yuan Li, and they were all blessed with strange runes, becoming extremely hard.

In an instant, the two sides collided again, the spears were blocked, the speed was immediately reduced, and the silver swords also shattered one after another, turning into the most primitive aura and dissipating in the air.

In this short gap, Zhao Zihan had perfectly solved his own crisis, and quickly distanced himself from Yang Ling, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand was provoked again and again, and the flowers of sword intent suddenly erupted, colorful and incomparably magnificent.

"I have broken through the Fu Habitat Realm and reached the early stage of the Transformation Yuan Realm, you don't know the wonder and power of this realm at all! In my eyes, you are just a waste now!" After dodging Yang Ling's killer blow, he became more and more confident, and returned to his previous arrogance.

Yang Ling was surprised, he didn't expect the other party to make a breakthrough in a short period of time, but he was not flustered, because he had absolute confidence that he could kill it and break it into pieces.

His gaze was cold, his body turned rapidly like a spiral, and the Soul Shattering Spear danced in his hand, turning into a golden wheel, blocking the overwhelming flower of sword intent.

The sound of crackling came from between the two of them, and the huge martial arts platform shook violently, the air exploded, and the air flow was like countless ripples, rising and falling, erratic.

Everyone in the audience held their breath and paid attention to the changes in the field.

Not far away, the Rain King stood tall, he was burly, wearing a python robe, a pair of bronze maces were carried behind him, his eyes were staring at the yellow feathers like a god, his eyes were full of brilliance, and he contained infinite battle intent.

And the two Tempered Body Realm powerhouses from Tongtian City whispered from time to time, their eyes shifted between the Rain King and Huang Yu from time to time, and they didn't know what they were planning.

Yi Ziqi stopped crying and stared at Zhao Zihan and the others, his eyes full of hatred.

Rumble~

A violent collision sounded, and the two people on the high platform retreated as soon as they touched it, and their bodies shook a few times, and they seemed to be on par with each other.

Zhao Zihan looked arrogant, holding the long sword and taking three steps forward, each step made the martial arts platform vibrate, the momentum was like a rainbow, and it could break through the nine heavens.

"What a good gun, but it's a pity that it fell into the hands of waste. Kneel down, put your hands up, I can spare your dog's life!" He was like a powerful man who pointed out the country, commanding and commanding, and he really wanted to get the soul shattering gun.

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