His speed was very fast, and his figure was a little blurry as he went, and even brought out an afterimage.

"No, you can't kill me?"

Gong Yuanqi looked at the figure that had reached the front in a few breaths, and was like a devil in front of him, and his heart was shocked and frightened.

In the distance, the faces of Liu Yanghong, Han Jiangshen, and Song Yinian also changed violently.

"Evil beast, you dare?"

Han Jiang shouted angrily, and his figure had already rushed like lightning.

Feeling the strong wind blowing in his face, Yang Jungui felt a pang in his heart.

He gritted his teeth, didn't stop, and still reached out to grab Gong Yuanqi.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" Han Jiang was furious, his body approached like lightning, and he raised his fist to blast it.

The powerful momentum rushed to the face, making people feel a dull feeling in their hearts for no reason.

Yang Jungui's face was condensed, and after repeated collisions, the Qing Ying Sword was already full of cracks and gaps, and it was useless.

He put it away casually, and the blood spirit sword yuan in his body surged in the meridians, and the golden light on his left hand shone brightly, and the fierce and uncast fist burst out.

With the bronze grimace mask, he was able to live a lot on the run, and he was able to find time to study the tactics he had cultivated.

This move is the second form of the [Vajra Method] he has mastered during this time - Shaking the Mountain Attack!

The fist is strong and strong, and it has the power to shake the mountain and destroy the city.

The power of this style has reached the level of a high-grade combat method.

Rumble!

A sound like a flood bell exploded violently, slapping his clothes and clinging to his body, spreading in a fan shape centered on Yang Jungui's figure.

Patches of green bricks were blown off, and the earth on the ground rolled like waves.

And Yang Jungui's figure fell backwards uncontrollably, and his feet ploughed out a furrow four or five zhang long on the ground, and nearly half of his calf was missing.

His complexion changed slightly, and his heart became more solemn.

In every small realm of the Tianshan Realm, the leap in strength is huge.

The strength of the late Tianshan Realm is even more immeasurable.

This is still a blow made by Han Jiangshen in a hurry.

Yang Jungui's eyes changed, and he wanted to try to hold Gong Yuanqi hostage to see if he could get out of the city of sin with this.

I didn't think about it, but it fell through.

However, although he failed to catch Gong Yuanqi, he snatched the storage equipment from his hand.

"That's it!"

"It's nothing more than a bloody battle!"

All kinds of thoughts flashed in Yang Jungui's heart, and in reality it was just a blink of an eye.

In his hand, a sword with a purple luster appeared, with a simple pattern on it, and it was one of the Xuan soldiers obtained from Qingyunzi's storage equipment-Ziyuan Sword!

This Xuan Bing is the best of the three Xuan Bing sword weapons, and it is a medium-grade Xuan Bing.

The showers came and went quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the rain had disappeared, and the stars cast a thin curtain of light.

"It's so bold to dare to commit murder in front of me!"

Han Jiangshen's face was gloomy, and at the same time, he was a little surprised when he felt the numbness on his palm.

He took a deep look at the sword weapon in Yang Jungui's hand: "It's a good sword." ”

"I heard that there are relics of the powerhouses of the Peak Realm in the Bone Erosion Gorge, where did you get this?"

Yang Jungui did not answer, but looked at the enemy in front of him with cold eyes: "No matter who it is, anyone who stands in my way is my mortal enemy." ”

"Today, with the sword in his hand, he can fight a way of life and death."

As the words fell, he was already running forward, his footsteps dense like a frantically beating drum.

"Hmph, it seems that you are really demonic, and you can't be left behind." Han Jiang snorted coldly, his eyes shining.

Liu Yanghong jumped up, took the lead in killing, and said coldly: "I can't tolerate your presumptuousness, obediently lead your neck and wait to be killed!" ”

"We're not Jiang Duyun's waste, you have no way to escape today."

Yang Jungui didn't say a word, and swung his sword to kill Liu Yanghong with all his might.

Rumble!

In the blink of an eye, the two fought together.

Dao Dao sword wind and sword qi are vertical and horizontal, destroying the streets all over the cracks, and the surrounding area has become a mess within more than ten zhang.

Speaking of which, although I have fought with him before, they are all retreats with one touch.

Now it can be regarded as a head-to-head confrontation with the martial artists in the middle of the Tianshan Realm.

Yang Jungui asked himself, his strength had surpassed that of ordinary early stage martial artists in the Tianshan Realm.

Not to mention that the Tianshan Realm was invincible in the early days.

I am afraid that only those who are above the first-class, have a strong foundation of martial arts and tactics, and have opened up more than seven springs can be worthy of opponents.

For the middle stage of the Tianshan Realm, if it is the bottom level, it is easy to say.

And Liu Yanghong is the elder of the top sect of the Sword Sect.

Yang Jungui's moves were sharp, and one sword move after another was unleashed in his hands, exerting unimaginable power.

However, in the face of Liu Yanghong's attack, it was still a little dwarfed.

In just a few rounds, it has fallen into decline.

Rumble!

After another collision, the two men separated.

Bang!

The ground under Yang Jungui's feet was densely covered with spiderweb-like cracks, but he also took advantage of this to stabilize his figure.

Wisps of blood flowed from the wounds on his body, but the strength of his physique made his wounds squirm rapidly, and soon only beads of blood oozed out.

"This strength is not enough in front of this elder, it has made you struggle long enough."

Liu Yanghong said with a cold face: "Let's stop here!" ”

But if you look closely, there is still a trace of vibration hidden in the depths of his pupils.

On the side, Chilian Sect Yunyanhua sighed, and said with some regret: "I'm afraid that this son is going to die here today, but it's a pity." ”

Han Jingcong's face was flat, but the pupils in his eyes were constantly changing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"It's good that this son died like this."

Wu Kuohai smiled coldly, but he did not hide his killing intent: "Although you can't step on the sword gate, it can be regarded as cutting off a powerful opponent for you and my two sect disciples." ”

"The Sword Gate can be regarded as a strong pillar in the future."

Beside him, there was another elder sent by the Blood Demon Sect, Tu Li.

A look of anger flashed in his eyes, and he said loudly: "Killing my sect disciple Yin Lichen just let him die, but it's a little cheap." ”

Call!

On the other side, Yang Jungui took a deep breath, stepped on the ground with his toes, jumped up, and killed Liu Yanghong again.

"Sword Storm!"

He shouted in a low voice, his clothes swelled, and his whole body was full of energy, and a violent wind swept through the heavens and the earth, destroying everything around him.

Facing the power of this blow, Liu Yanghong didn't dare to be careless, let out a low shout, and ran away with all his strength.

Bang Bang Bang!

The sound of gold and iron is endless.

In the storm formed by the sword qi, it could be seen that the dazzling sparks bloomed and extinguished.

Boom!

Liu Yanghong's figure fell into the storm, and he couldn't help but snort, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

His clothes were torn open, and blood was left on his arm, staining the blade red.

With one blow to repel Liu Yanghong, Yang Jungui rushed forward past his figure.

His condition was not good, but he didn't seem to notice anything, and just rushed forward.

"What a talent, but it's a pity that it went astray." Song Yinian sighed, stopped in front of Yang Jungui, and raised his hand to attack.

"Mountain Strike"!

Yang Jungui raised his fist and blasted away, and the powerful physical strength combined with the fierce and uncast fist power was like lifting a hill and smashing it.

Rumble!

The powerful shock wave emptied everything around the two of them, and the qi wave swept towards the surroundings with a cloud of smoke and dust.

The dirt under the feet of the two of them rolled like a wave, and a layer was cut off.

"Broken!"

Yang Jungui shouted angrily, the power of qi and blood surged, forcibly stimulating the power in his body, and the strength of his fist rose again.

Creak!

Song Yinian seemed to hear the sour sound of the bones on his arm being overwhelmed, his face changed slightly, and he couldn't help but retreat.

"Give me death!"

Before Yang Jungui could take the opportunity to rush forward, at this moment, a crazy voice sounded from behind him.

But it was Yin Li's crazy eyes that were scarlet, and he hit the finger blood chakra.

"Look for death!" Yang Jungui's eyes were surging with coldness, and he had to stop running forward and slash away with his sword.

The silver sword light was intertwined with the blood light, and in the next moment, the golden light was permeated, firmly suppressing the blood wheel, even if the blood wheel was deep in the flesh and blood, it was indifferent.

"How is that possible?" Seeing that Xuan Bing was suppressed by a pair of fleshy palms, Yin Li was stunned for a moment.

But seeing the sword light approaching, the oncoming edge also made him react quickly, mobilizing the bloody power all over his body.

Burst!

The power of blood was broken in an instant, and Yin Li spurted out a mouthful of blood, threw it out, and smashed it to the ground.

"Stop!"

"Shaft son dare?"

Wu Kuohai and Tu Li were also unexpected, but soon the two of them shouted loudly and shot one after another.

The blood in Yang Jungui's body was boiling, and at this moment, he was simply war-hungry.

The stars above the dome seemed to brighten up, and a garment was draped over him.

……

Street Diary: Someone in the group asked the great god for the manuscript fee today, and the great god said: "My monthly tax is more than your full attendance in more than a year." ”

Me: "I'm sorry, I don't even deserve to be in full attendance!" Why don't we multiply it tenfold and work for ten years? ”