Looking at his bloodied arms, Yang Qianming frowned, the current battle was very unfavorable to him. Although I don't know what kind of magic circle Xuanyuan Nangong uses, its defensive strength is definitely stronger than the peak of the Emperor Saint.

Otherwise, with his 100,000-year-old bone technique bombing, there will definitely be no situation where he can't break through the defense.

"Haha, you're powerless, aren't you? Aren't you strong? You can kill me by transforming, why don't you change? Don't dare, right, you coward! Like your dog daddy, rubbish!" Xuanyuan Nangong slashed at Yang Qianming with a golden broadsword, and kept sneering at him.

Hearing the words in the previous paragraph, Yang Qianming could bear it, but in the end, he actually insulted his father who had just been buried not long ago, which had already angered Yang Qianming's bottom line.

Linking Xuanyuan Nanluo's previous sins with today's disrespectful words, Yang Qianming came up with an answer, this person must die a tragic death.

Yes, Yang Qianming felt that killing him with a knife would cheapen him.

"Do you really think I can't see it, can't you also transform, why don't you change?" Yang Qianming noticed the magic fluctuations in Xuanyuan Nanluo's body, so he sneered.

Listening to Yang Qianming's words, Xuanyuan Nanluo's face changed slightly: "Spray people with blood, you, what will I become..... Die for it!"

Saying that, Xuanyuan Nangong gathered the strength of his whole body, and brought the twelve golden swords and the ghost and evil spirit to the extreme, and surrounded Yang Qianming for a fierce attack.

Under such a fierce attack, Yang Qianming could only alternately sacrifice the ice shield and the red barrier back and forth to defend against the dense and continuous attacks.

"Aren't you looking for a murderer, I'll tell you with great mercy today, your father was killed by the Emperor of the Western Tribunal, but it's a pity that you can't avenge him, because you yourself are about to die!" Xuanyuan Nanluo said, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and a glass vial flew out of his cuff, and then smashed towards Yang Qianming at great speed under his control.

And Yang Qianming, who was resisting the attack of the big sword and the ghost spirit, did not notice this transparent vial at all.

"Haha! This is a demon fan! As long as the Heavenly Demon sticks to it, it will immediately be forcibly transformed into a fallen angel!" Xuanyuan Nanluo's eyes flashed with a hint of fierce light, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked: "Fight with me!" Yang Qianming, see how I play you to death!"

As Xuanyuan Nanluo said, if Yang Qianming sticks to this demon powder, then the consequences can be imagined, it is very terrible.

In the Imperial Capital, the Heavenly Demon was discovered in the Inquisition Competition, and many ruling elders immediately took action to kill him.

No matter how talented Yang Qianming is, he will not escape death.

After his untimely death, how could Yang Qianming talk about revenge, and how could he treat Zhang Ruoxue?

However, these serious problems have not been noticed by Yang Qianming, and he is just concentrating on the emotional state of defense and anger.

At the critical moment, Yang Qianming must not be able to escape the fact that he was attacked by demon fans.

Xiao Feng, who was watching the battle below, also opened his mouth slightly, feeling bad about Yang Qianming's situation in the ring, and his whole heart was hanging.

The picture is frozen here, and Xuanyuan Nanluo is excited to go crazy, as if Yang Qianming's death can make him very comfortable and happy.

The glass vial finally smashed on Yang Qianming's ice shield, and the white powder sprinkled onto Yang Qianming's head.

When these white powders came into contact with Yang Qianming's head, they all turned into a little black luster, and finally melted into Yang Qianming's scalp.

Yang Qianming, who was fighting against the twelve big knives and soul evil spirits, instantly felt pain in his brain like a lightning strike, and the demonic power in his body scurried uncontrollably, Yang Qianming tried to use his divine power to stop him, but in the end he found that it was to no avail.

Due to the weight of the divine power shifted to the body to subdue the demonic divine power, the cold ice battle intent ice shield and red barrier bone technique on the periphery could not be supported by energy, and they were all defeated by the twelve big knives and ghosts and evil spirits.

Then, without a barrier, those ghosts and evil spirits and the twelve big knives all let out a long roar, and they bit and slashed at Yang Qianming's body.

"Puff puff!" just in an instant, Yang Qianming's whole body was soaked with blood.

The wounds on the surface of the body also became bigger and bigger, and the pain on his body and the uncontrollable magic power in his body made Yang Qianming miserable.

"Haha!Yang Qianming, after killing you, I will also kill your second brother, so that all the men of your Yang family will die!" Xuanyuan Nanluo looked at Yang Qianming, who was being tortured in front of him, and shouted wildly and laughed.

Yang Qianming, who was angry and helpless, turned pale and could only shout: "Damn!"

Two big bags slowly bulged behind his back, his fingers began to grow, and Yang Qianming's hair flickered back and forth between black and white.

Seeing this scene, Xuanyuan Nanluo knew that the plan had succeeded, and he had been preparing for this killing move for a long time, but he didn't expect that he would finally be able to successfully perform it today.

When he was defeated in the Sunset Forest on the spot, Xuanyuan Nanluo was surprised why Yang Qianming had the transformation ability of the Heavenly Demon Clan, but when he went back and learned that his eldest brother had this kind of demon transformation powder in his hands, this conspiracy quietly formed from Xuanyuan Nanluo's heart.

Knowing that he couldn't control the rhythm of his transformation at this moment, Yang Qianming was not only grief-stricken, he hated why he was so careless, he also hated why he couldn't resist the erosion of this demon powder.

He still had the opportunity to open the blood eye to increase his strength before, but now Yang Qianming, who has no trace of strength to use, how can he turn the tide.

Suddenly, when Yang Qianming was helpless, the voice of the demon god rose in his body: "Give me your body quickly!"

With a move in his heart, Yang Qianming knew that he could no longer stop the continuation of the transformation, maybe the demon god could find a way to solve it.

So Yang Qianming gave up the control of his body and completely surrendered himself to the Demon God.

A huge force suddenly appeared in Yang Qianming's body, forcibly suppressing those jumping and furious demon god powers.

Under the oppression of that force, these demonic powers had almost no power to fight back, and the physical characteristics of Yang Qianming's transformation quietly and slowly disappeared.

After seeing this scene, Xuanyuan Nanluo shouted in disbelief: "Impossible! How can this be! You damn fellow! Aren't you supposed to transform! Why did you suddenly change! What a demon fan! Big brother, I'm going to kill you! Dare to deceive me!"

Looking at Xuanyuan Nangong in the ring, Xuanyuan Beize, who was fighting in the arena below, immediately shouted: "Second brother, you can't go on your mistakes, admit defeat quickly, don't take the blame!"

Looking back at Xuanyuan Beize under the ring, Xuanyuan Nanluo's face changed greatly: "You... You've done something with the magic powder?"

Almost as soon as Xuanyuan Nanluo finished asking, the weak voice of the demon god slowly came: "Fortunately, this demon powder is not pure enough, otherwise with my weak strength, I will not be able to control the rhythm of your transformation, if you let you transform here successfully, then you and I will be scattered!"

Even the demon god is difficult to control, how can the power of this demon powder be simple, Yang Qianming also felt a little scared after hearing this.

After nodding, Xuanyuan Beize comforted: "Second brother, the eldest brother doesn't want to see you wrong, so he has configured the purity of the demon powder to the minimum. ”

The senior judge seemed to turn a deaf ear to the conversations and events in the ring, pretending not to see it.

They only care who wins and who loses, regardless of any trivial disputes and hatreds. In the ring, there is only the victory or defeat of life and death, which can make them moved.

Xuanyuan Nanluo's face was pale, like a piece of pork liver, almost by what his eldest brother Xuanyuan Beize did, and the seven orifices of anger were smoking.

"You are really my good big brother!" Xuanyuan Nanluo suddenly felt a strong wind coming, who else would Yang Qianming be.

After releasing the thunderstorm world of thunder and lightning battle intent, countless purple lightning bolts reached the center of Yang Qianming and rushed towards the entire ring.

In just a moment, what was struck by the lightning was a clone who died on the spot, and the deity Xuanyuan Nanluo, who was electrocuted into a charred complexion, looked at Yang Qianming who rushed in shock.

He didn't expect that Yang Qianming would comprehend the dual battle intent of thunder and lightning and ice battle intent. And the power of battle intent could not be resisted by the bone technique he released, so those clones were all killed on the spot.

Yang Qianming got up and kicked him in the abdomen, Xuanyuan Nangong instantly curled up like a prawn, and before he could react, Yang Qianming punched straight to his face.

"Bang!" Xuanyuan Nanluo was hit by this punch that was not light, and he leaned back, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding and his front teeth fell out.

It turned out that when Fang Cai was talking to Xuanyuan Beize, Yang Qianming, who had regained his freedom and exhausted, immediately crushed two spars to restore the strength of his whole body.

I don't know if God can't see the atrocities of Xuanyuan Nanluo, and the defensive circle on his body has also run out of energy and disappeared.

In the face of Xuanyuan Nanluo, whose defense was completely leaked, Yang Qianming would never miss this great opportunity for revenge.

Under Yang Qianming's almost violent attack, Xuanyuan Nangong had almost no power to fight back, just rolled back and forth on Yang Qianming's fists and feet like a sandbag.

"Bang!" Hooked up again, Yang Qianming swept Xuanyuan Nanluo, who was in a limp state, directly from mid-air to the ground of the ring.

Xuanyuan Beize, who was under the ring, was sweating anxiously, and shouted urgently: "Admit defeat quickly! Qianming, my brother admits defeat, don't do it!"

Almost without even glancing at that Xuanyuan Beize, Yang Qianming angrily punched at Xuanyuan Nanluo's right arm lying on the ground.

The golden fist mark slammed into the right arm, only to hear the sound of thunderbolts and broken bones one after another, and Xuanyuan Nanluo's entire right arm weakened, obviously being shattered by Yang Qianming.

"This punch is to return the dragon to the ground for the dragon who was almost forced into a soul war beast by you!" Yang Qianming said, and smashed down with another punch with a resolute face.

"Click!" Xuanyuan Nangong's eyes rolled in pain, and his other arm was also destroyed.

I only heard Yang Qianming say coldly: "This punch was returned for the second brother, you insulted me that day and beat my second brother!"

"Whoa!" punched Xuanyuan Nanluo's sternum again, and when Yang Qianming's fist left, Xuanyuan Nanluo's chest had completely collapsed, and a large mouthful of blood overflowed from his mouth.

"I'll your mother!" Xuanyuan Nanluo's face turned pale, and his eyes were about to pop out of his sockets.

Looking at him, Yang Qianming said lightly: "This punch is for my father! As a junior, you don't respect your elders, and you also insult and humiliate you! Although your father can't punish you underground, I, the eldest son, will definitely adjudicate for my father!"

Looking at the Xuanyuan Nanluo with his eyes split, Yang Qianming's heart felt a sense of relief, this feeling was something he had never felt before.

The refreshment of revenge made Yang Qianming punch down without hesitation. This time it was Xuanyuan Nanluo's left leg bone, which was immediately shattered into slag after being bombarded by Yang Qianming's fist.

"Ahh

On the contrary, Yang Qianming did not mean as he wished, and then said: "This punch is for myself!"

Looking at the Xuanyuan Nangong in the constant moaning, Yang Qianming did not have the slightest sympathy, such a person did not deserve any sympathy.

He should be punished accordingly for what he has done.