Yang Ge chased the golden black-clothed old monk away.

The bright top people went to the headspace, and only the white clouds were left in the sky......

I don't know how long it took, Tang Xiongcai, who was in tattered clothes and disheveled hair, supported his old waist with one hand, and climbed back to the top of the light with a bright silver spear with "ouch, ouch" in the other, and the bright silver gun was still holding a hideous human head that was not blinding!

"Huh......"

He looked at the empty Dome of Light in shock, and said impotently and angrily: "What about people? The old man slaughtered Yang Potian, what about you? ”

As the saying goes: Wealth does not return to the hometown, just like a brocade night walk!

The gentlemen live in a simple place, the veteran takes command and goes out of the mountain, and he picks up the popular fried chicken Yang Potian in the rivers and lakes with one shot, and there is no audience?

It's tolerable, it's unbearable!

Just when Tang Xiong was so angry that he wanted to shout three times, a fiery red sword qi rushed to the top of the light, and shouted in the air: "Who are you?" Why here? ”

Tang Xiong looked at the person who came, and was about to open his mouth to answer, when he saw a burly figure with a gun rushing up along the rugged mountain road: "Where are the people? Boss Yang, have you seen the second brother?

Tang Xiong looked left and right, and suddenly he was happy, and he held his head high and said loudly: "That boy, stand firm and hear clearly, the old man is the vanguard general of Emperor Taizong's three expeditions to Mobei, and Tang Xiong, Tang Bohu, the prince of the dynasty, today was edicted to kill the Ming Sect and rebel against the Lord to make the sun break the sky in the light, in order to set an example!" ”

The two people in the distance didn't look at Tang He, and they looked for someone all over the ground.

"Let's go!"

The shopkeeper skillfully piled up a warm smile and looked up at the visitor, took the grappling hook and skillfully rummaged through the basket: "The guest officer only needs to be bigger or smaller, do you want to cut it, the small one is equipped with a secret five-spice dipping sauce......"

The two of them muttered as they drifted apart with the whistling mountain wind and floated to the top of the light, raising the scattered gray hairs of Tang Xiong.

And Tang Xiong's old face in the distance was as black as the bottom of the pot, and he said angrily: "I don't know the old and young little rabbits, a certain family is talking, can't you hear it?" ”

"Familiar and familiar, let's talk about the same slander against you, this is clearly the personal grudge between the previous sect leader Yang Potian and the 'Zhongshen Jun' Yang Erlang, and I have nothing to do with my Ming Sect, this Heavenly King and the two envoys of Guangming Xiaoyao have never approved any plan to deal with Yang Erlang!"

In the next second, a fierce figure wrapped in a short fight of Ge cloth smashed through the roof of the fish shop and rose to the sky, rushing out of the city desperately, a dazzling golden knife light followed, and while chasing and volleying out a few knives, the clothes on the body of the elite figure in front of him were torn to shreds, revealing a golden tendon and flesh......

"Not here!"

"Hey, Boss Yang, that old man slaughtered Yang Potian, didn't he say that you were going to be the sect leader soon?"

"There are corpses here...... Hmm, too old, not the second. ”

"When is this time, you still care about the sect master? Isn't the sect leader hanging a spear from the old man's head? ”

", come and find out who these ten catties are?"

"it, old guard!"

"It's weird, hey......"

Tang Xiong had a black old face, and he wanted to speak and stopped, and he stopped talking, and it took a long time for the urn to say angrily: "Lu Tinghou killed a great lama of the grassland with one enemy and two, and chased the old bald donkey behind Yang Potian to the east......"

"East? Boss Yang, let's go! ”

Seven days later, Suzhou Street.

"Walking?"

In the flow of people in the distance, Yang Ge grabbed the roast chicken and bit it as if no one was there, wandering with the flow of people as he walked.

……

"Yes, yes, yes...... Lao Deng, where is the second brother? Your court won't be driving the tiger and devouring the wolf to plot against our second brother, right? ”

He glanced blankly at the empty top of light, and suddenly felt so cold, really cold.

A figure appeared outside the board: "Boss, let's have a roast chicken!" ”

"Through the ages!"

"Big Dog ......"

The two of them had a quick conversation, and before the words fell, the two of them passed by Tang Xiong like a gust of wind holding the wooden box, and jumped off the top of the light.

"Roast chicken, time-honored Fu Liji roast chicken ......"

The fish shop owner was trembling and hiding under the dining table with his head covered, when he suddenly saw a silver bead the size of an egg rolling down in front of him.

"Not here!"

……

The deli shopkeeper stood in front of his shop and shouted in front of a large basket of golden buttery roast chicken.

The two brothers picked up the wooden box that had been turned out of the wreckage and shouted in shock.

"Go to the kiosk?"

"Good guest officer......

Before he finished speaking, he felt a light in his eyes, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that there was nothing in front of him, he looked left and right inexplicably, and then looked down to find that he was missing a fat chicken in the basket, and there was an extra silver horn the size of a quail egg on the board.

"You also look up to them too much, they secretly calculated against Yang Lao Er......"

After taking a hundred and ten steps, he suddenly twisted and slammed into the fish shop on one side, causing a panicked exclamation.

When you came, you were fine, and you can't go back......

"Seriously, the second child razed your Mingjiao Guangming Peak, what are you doing about this?"

"What are you going to do? He flies in the sky, you run on the ground, he flies, you have to chase for an hour or two......"

"So what do you say?"

"Great idea!"

"Snow drifting in the world!"

"Spring Thunderstorm!"

"Scorched Flowstone!"

"Frost kills herbs......"

Yang Ge chased after the black-clothed old monk who was rising, and the output was as fierce as a tiger, and the fierce knife qi smashed on the head of the black-clothed old monk one after another like not asking for money.

But the black-clothed old monk only managed to support the King Kong Incorruptible Divine Skill and fled forward, and Yang Ge's sword qi split through his body, not only could not break his defense, but also became a help for him to distance himself......

"King Kong is not bad", as the top body protection magic skill of the Great Wei Buddhism, it is not like the "Golden Bell Jar" and "Iron Cloth Shirt" on the rotten street, one purely relies on deep internal qi to protect the body, and the other relies purely on horizontal practice of muscles and bones to protect the body, but a 360-degree body protection skill that is cultivated from the outside to the inside and inside and outside!

In short, "King Kong is not bad" has both the characteristics of "Golden Bell Jar" to disperse the enemy's attacks with internal qi, and the "Iron Cloth Shirt" has the copper skin and iron bones, and the invulnerability of horizontal training muscles and bones.

This and this fusion is like a copper pea that can't be chewed or boiled!

Yang Ge chased this old bald donkey and cut it for seven days, from Huangshan all the way to Suzhou, and the cold moon treasure knife was about to collapse, and he couldn't help this old bald donkey!

It's not that he can't really take this old bald donkey, but this old bald donkey doesn't confront him head-on at all, and when he sees him, he runs away, he accumulates his strength to hold back the big move, and the old bald donkey has run out of two or three miles, what can he do? No matter how long his sword qi is, can he still cross space?

What's even worse is that this old bald donkey knows everything about the Jianghuai realm, and when Yang Ge was about to drain the old bald donkey's true qi, he could always find a densely populated place to burrow into it and hide......

This old bald donkey also figured out Yang Ge's psychological bottom line, knowing that if he killed him in a densely populated place, Yang Ge would forcibly kill him at all costs, so he only played hide and seek with Yang Ge when he returned to the city, and did not dare to really start a war with Yang Ge in the city.

That is to say, Yang Ge's Tai Chi Yuan Shen can digest all the vitality of heaven and earth, and the speed of qi return is unique in the world, plus he can always accurately find the traces of this old bald donkey by observing the various states of the world with yin and yang......

If you change someone, you will have lost it a long time ago!

He was really ruthless this time, even if this old bald donkey didn't lose his hand, it was smelly and hard, and he also bit the old bald donkey with a tendon, and he had the decisive momentum that you don't die and I don't stop!

The two of them chased and fled, running around the entire East China Plain......

However, in just seven days, rumors have spread on the rivers and lakes in the north and south that the Manifest Sage True Monarch is chasing and killing a mysterious Buddhist master, and there are also good deeds who collect rumors from all sides every day, draw the footprints of the two, and update them in real time.

……

Half a month later.

The black-clothed old monk flowed into the land of Heluo, and once approached the road pavilion.

Yang Ge was furious, and did not hesitate to kill 1,000 enemies and damage 800 himself, squeezing out more than half of his true qi out of his body as propellant fuel...... The speed was too fast and too fast, his eyesight, thinking and knife moves were completely disjointed, obviously aiming at the head of the old monk in black, but a knife was crooked far away, if it weren't for the old monk in black who was frightened by his sudden outburst and moved indiscriminately, he sent an arm to his knife, I'm afraid that the winner would have to be divided at that time.

The black-clothed old monk who had lost an arm did not dare to approach Lu Ting again, and fled south into the Songshan Territory in a hurry.

Yang Ge chased to Songshan, Shaolin Temple opened the temple door, and the monk personally led the monks of the whole temple to greet him to show his innocence.

The black-clothed old monk appeared in Shaolin Temple, and Yang Ge chased him all the way through this thousand-year-old temple.

The two chased and fled again, and circled back to the boundary of Suzhou, at the right time, the murderous Yang Ge hit harder, and the sword aura was as cold as ice hell, and the black-clothed old monk couldn't support it, so he changed his route and went all the way north.

Yang Ge chased the black-clothed old monk all the way north.

After January.

The black-clothed old monk crossed the Songting Pass and plunged into the vast grassland, and Yang Ge chased him out without hesitation.

Hundreds of miles of reckless mountains jumped over, and a fertile vast grassland came into Yang Ge's eyes, and in the center of that grassland, a colorful tent seemed to be dotted on the lawn...... It is a Tatar tribe with a population of more than 10,000.

When the black-clothed old monk in front saw the Tartar tribe, he immediately landed and plunged into it.

Yang Ge chased him to the ground, and there was no one else in his eyes except the black-clothed old monk, but after he walked through the Tartar tribe for no more than a cup of tea, a large number of horses neighed around him, and countless Tartar cavalrymen with huge waists and leather jackets slapped the horse's butt with their sabers and shouted angrily at him......

Jan Gordon woke up...... It turned out that the old bald donkey led him out of the pass, not to lead him into the trap of the Tartars, but to provoke the Tartars to come.

"Well, I'll just ask you to collect some interest first......"

He lowered his eyelids, and the light of the knife in his hand skyrocketed.

A shear-like sword qi raised a bloody rain in the sky......

The Cold Moon Treasure Knife screamed heartily, and the billowing evil qi enveloped Yang Ge like a lead cloud.

He soared into the sky, and countless fragments of remnants flew up from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, condensing the prototype of the black dragon under him, and the Cold Moon Treasure Knife released a billowing blood light, giving the black dragon the finishing touch.

"Sonorous sonorous ......"

Countless remnants of the remnants of the soldiers hummed in unison, and the sound was like the sound of a dragon groaning when a dragon went out to sea.

The long-lost black dragon has once again appeared in the world.

Yang Ge stood on the back of the black dragon, the cold killing intent in his chest and the black dragon's rolling evil qi condensed into one, and his momentum rushed straight to Xiao Han!

It is said that there is no strongest martial arts in the world, only the strongest people.

And Yang Ge's current state is his really strongest state!

The black dragon roared, and a divine dragon swung its tail, narrowing the distance of hundreds of zhang and devouring the one-armed black-clothed old monk who was struggling to flee in front of him.

"Bang."

In the next second, the top of the black dragon's head exploded, and the one-armed black-clothed old monk who shone with golden light like an arhat descended into the world rose to the sky, and continued to flee forward without saying a word.

It's just that this time, his body is finally no longer the appearance that Yang Ge can't break his oily skin with his knife and indiscriminate bombardment!

He bled out!

The small wounds all over the body are densely packed, which is like Ling Chi!

Yang Ge looked down at him, and in the depths of his indifferent eyes, some kind of hysteria was whistling wildly......

If that emotion is to be described in detail, it may require a master of psychology to do an in-depth analysis of Yang Ge at this moment.

But if you just roughly summarize it, it can be summed up in four words: 'Fuck it!' ’

Benevolence, righteousness, morality, fuck it!

Success or failure, fuck it!

Life-and-death...... Fuck it too!

If I can't kill you this time, I'll kill myself!

……

The black dragon roared, chasing the one-armed old monk in black all the way into the depths of the grassland.

The extremely strong evil aura formed a blood mist visible to the naked eye, enveloping the entire black dragon, and the terrifying coercion scared the steppe wolves into a stream of feces and urine from more than ten miles away......

On the second day of the grassland, there was heavy snow at night, and a bright moon in the east illuminated the whole grassland darkly and brightly.

The black-clothed old monk, who had run hundreds of miles in one breath and had endured dozens of executions without saying a word, suddenly opened his mouth and shouted in an angry voice: "Holy Master, help!" ”

"Have you arrived at the place?"

Yang Ge, who was on the back of the black dragon, heard this miserable howl and muttered softly: "Then you are useless." ”

In an instant, the black dragon roared and fell from the sky, crashing headlong into the black-clothed old monk who stumbled on the ground, falling vertically from beginning to end like a mountain collapsing.

The black-clothed old monk roared hoarsely, and a dazzling golden light lit up in the dark blood mist under the moonlight, but it swayed, shattered, and annihilated under the washing of the black dragon......

"Bang."

The black dragon blasted out a large crater with a diameter of more than 50 meters in the grassland, and dust and grass grains flew all over the sky.

When the dust fell, Yang Ge, who was in the center of the big pit, bent down and picked up a golden skull, took it in his hand and gently checked it.

At the right time, a burst of majestic golden light lit up directly in front of him.

In the golden light, a rickety old man wearing a dark dragon robe, wearing a nine-fold crown on his head, and stepping on golden silk steps, walked step by step with heavy steps.

"Good means for laymen!"

He chuckled softly.

Yang Ge raised his head, a pair of eyes that were as red as ink and could not see the whites of his eyes, and could not reflect the majestic golden light around him.

"Lay your mother!"

He also smiled softly.

The two of them are only more than ten zhang apart, one of them is like a god descending from heaven, and the other is like an old demon coming out of the gate.

It is like the epic picture of a saint facing a demon in a Western religious oil painting......

(End of chapter)