"Whoosh!" The liger beast and Yang Qianming swept out of the giant pit at the same time, and after taking in the situation in front of them, Yang Qianming said in a deep voice to the liger beast, "Help me take care of her." Immediately, his figure flashed and attacked Xuanyuan Nanluo, who was poisoning Tianlun.

Under the siege of eleven Xuanyuan Nangong, Tianlun was immediately covered in bruises, surrounded by eleven big knives in the middle, and his body was covered with upside-down flesh wounds in less than a moment.

"Black fire in the day!" Yang Qianming was the strongest bone skill as soon as he made a move, and a steady stream of black flames poured out from Yang Qianming's constantly flapping black wings.

In just an instant, the eleven Xuanyuan Nangong were trapped in it, and they were burned by the inexhaustible scorching heat.

Tian Lun, who had already lost too much blood, glanced at Yang Qianming, who had rushed over, and his lips were covered with blood scabs and very chapped squirmed: "Young Sect Master, I tried my best........."

After that, before Yang Qianming could react, Tianlun fell straight down, his eyes wide open, and the pupils that should have been black slowly spread.

Tianlun is dead, and Yang Qianming is crazy.

Without too many words, Yang Qianming just vigorously stirred up his wings wildly, and rushed into the black flames as if he was crazy.

With all means, he couldn't vent the anger in his heart, and only by tearing up the Xuanyuan Nangong with his own hands, Yang Qianming might be able to feel better.

"You damn it!" was just three cold words, which suddenly made Xuanyuan Nanluo fall into an ice cave.

Looking at Yang Qianming, who was like a god of death, Xuanyuan Nangong actually leaked a trace of timidity, which was an unprecedented feeling.

He hid aside to resist the endless black flames beside him, allowing the remaining ten bodies to besiege Yang Qianming.

At the same time, the ten emperors endured the damage of being baked by the black flames, and forcibly sacrificed the first 100,000-year bone technique.

The Second Evil Spirit Ten Warriors still can't control the clone to use it, if he can, Xuanyuan Nanluo has 100% confidence to kill Yang Qianming.

But if you want to show it, Xuanyuan Nanluo knows that you must have the strength to the Emperor Sage.

Looking at the ten evil spirits and ghosts that rushed to him, Yang Qianming swung his iron fist with enthusiasm and smashed them one after another.

"Bang!" When the fist came into contact with the big knife that was wrapped around the evil spirits and ghosts, a force surged out of Yang Qianming's body, shattering those evil spirits and the big knife on the spot.

Xuanyuan Nanluo, who took the opportunity to escape, found that the contract between the Lion Tiger Beast and himself had been destroyed by Yang Qianming, and immediately said with hatred: "Okay, you Yang Qianming, you not only robbed me of Blue Lingzhi, but also robbed me of a saint-level war beast, it is really too deceitful, today's hatred, I will let you pay for it with blood!"

Ignoring the many clones who were still trembling with Yang Qianming in the black flames, Xuanyuan Nanluo pulled out of thin air and swept up out of thin air, turning the speed to the extreme, and it was just a blink of an eye that completely disappeared here.

A punch smashed into the skull of a Xuanyuan Nangong clone, and Yang Qianming once again vigorously punched out the strength of his feelings, and a cloud of transparent ripples rushed out from the surface of the fist deep into the skull.

"Bang!" The force of the transparent ripples was very strong, and the skull was torn apart into pieces of slag, and Yang Qianming's fist was stained with white slurry.

Now Yang Qianming doesn't want anything else, because he doesn't know which one is the Xuanyuan Nanluo, so he treats every doppelganger as a Xuanyuan Nanluo.

After a one-handed leg sweep that blocked the clone, Yang Qianming smashed down with a punch to the thigh bone, "Quack!" The thick leg bone was instantly smashed by a punch, and the white bone stubble and the muscles that turned out were all bright outside.

"Die!" Yang Qianming shouted again, the violent power gathered all over his hands, and a pair of fists kept flashing and attacking, and every time a clone was killed.

Gradually, six of the ten doppelgangers have died, and the remaining four are still fiercely resisting.

Although he still couldn't tell which was the body of Xuanyuan Nanluo, Yang Qianming still waved his blood-stained fist and blasted towards it frequently.

The transparent ripples after every punch just now are very powerful.

In the frantic hand-to-hand combat, Yang Qianming has gradually become familiar with and mastered the use of this internal strength, and after blasting this transparent ripple out of his body for the second time, he will burst out with several times the power.

The power is obvious in hand-to-hand combat, so Yang Qianming gave this set of moves that he had comprehended a domineering name - Hegemony.

The bully shot burst out, and Yang Qianming's punch directly shattered the two clones into a cloud of blood mist at the same time, and it was difficult to find even a piece of meat crumbs.

Seeing that the red-eyed Yang Qianming was staring at him, the two clones were still ready to rush with a loud shout, and Yang Qianming's control bully shot out again.

The golden light rose out from the surface of Yang Qianming's body, mixed with the power of the demon god, it was very demonic, and under the two colors, one black and one gold, a giant fist mark instantly exploded into Yang Qianming's fists.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Nanluo, who had already run out of a thousand meters away, had already spit out a few mouthfuls of black blood.

The doppelganger, though only a doppelganger, is connected to his lifeline and has his physical body. Now that he has been killed by Yang Qianming again and again, even if he is thousands of meters away, Xuanyuan Nanluo has not only been counterattacked.

"I was so seriously injured, if I don't kill you one day, I will not be a man!" Xuanyuan Nangong said, turning out an ancient scroll from the space, and then pinched it open with one hand.

The scroll emitted a blue glow, turning into a circular teleportation array on the ground.

Xuanyuan Nanluo stepped into it without thinking about it, and a layer of light curtain rose from the teleportation array, and then the light flashed and disappeared in place.

"Boom!" After using the bully attack again to smash the two clones in front of him, Yang Qianming suddenly felt bad.

All the ten Xuanyuan Nangong died under his hands, but none of them uttered a single scream or word from beginning to end, what does this mean?

"None of these ten are Xuanyuan Nangong. Although Yang Qianming didn't want to accept this result, it was a fact after all.

Because of Tianlun's death, Yang Qianming's mind lost a clear consciousness, which created the opportunity for Xuanyuan Nanluo to escape.

Try to sense the breath of the former, but Yang Qianming is very disappointed that he didn't notice a trace of breath, which means that Xuanyuan Nanluo has fled away.

"Don't worry, Tianlun, I will bring his head on his neck one day to worship your spirit in heaven. Possessing and looking at the dead family, Yang Qianming slowly smoothed his eyes and let him leave with peace of mind.

Tianlun's death, the thousand-year-old beast bones in his body also floated out of his body.

Waving his hand to take this beast bone in his hand, Yang Qianming said in a deep voice: "Let him die under your bone technique, it can be regarded as your revenge with your own hands." ”

After that, this beast bone was put into the evil fate tripod by Yang Qianming, and Yang Qianming buried Tianlun's body in the giant pit and buried the soil in it to fill it up.

After taking a boulder, Yang Qianming used the Silver Moon Sword to cut it to the size of a tombstone, and then carved the six big characters of "My Brother Tianlun's Tomb" on it, and Yang Qianming, who had done everything, came to the side of the lion tiger beast.

"Either way, I want to thank you, and if it weren't for you, I would have been working for it for the rest of my life. The lion tiger beast looked at Yang Qianming gratefully and said.

In the mouth of the lion and tiger beast, Yang Qianming learned that the person was the man in the cloak. Back then, the man in the cloak was the same as Yang Qianming today, who rescued the lion and tiger beast from others.

After perceiving the aura of the cloak man on Yang Qianming's chest, the Lion Tiger Beast asked Yang Qianming to pick the blue lingzhi and leave safely.

"I've been through this twice, and it seems that my life is like this, who knows if there will be anyone to save me after being surrendered in the future. The lion tiger beast looked at Yang Qianming, who was investigating Dugu's dark incense vein, and said helplessly.

Seeing that Dugu Dark Xiang was only seriously injured and fainted, Yang Qianming put it into the Evil Fate Ding, and turned his head to look at the Lion Tiger Beast and said, "In the future, you should be careful, but don't hate all human beings, good and evil are relative, but not absolute." ”

After pondering these words repeatedly, a trace of determination flashed in the eyes of the liger: "You are young, and unlike other humans, if you don't dislike it, I will follow you in the future." ”

A little surprised by its sudden meaning, Yang Qianming asked uncertainly, "What did you say?"

"You are not only kind, but also have a natural strong mentality, presumably in the future, you will not be confined to this small Changtian Continent, I am willing to follow you. The liger repeated.

Yang Qianming said happily: "You are too awarded, but are you serious?"

Hearing Yang Qianming's doubtful words, the Lion Tiger Beast did not answer, but gave birth to a purple beam of light from its forehead and flew directly into Yang Qianming's sea of knowledge.

"Buzz!"

Yang Qianming's whole body was shocked, and he instantly felt a strong contract deeply imprinted in his sea of consciousness, and the induction between him and the lion tiger beast in front of him was established.

The lion tiger beast instantly shrank and merged into Yang Qianming's body.

Just as Yang Qianming was in his arms, a voice came slowly: "Now that you and I have signed the soul war beast contract, you will give birth to me, and I will die if you die." ”

The Saint-level eighth-order strength Lion Tiger Beast actually surrendered to him, and Yang Qianming was simply a little dizzy by this surprise bomb.

"Okay, let's work together in the future!" Yang Qianming said, his body rose violently, withdrew from the state of a fallen angel, and continued to gallop towards the next station.

Tianlun's death made Yang Qianming very angry. And letting the murderer escape also made Yang Qianming blame himself.

But in the end, Yang Qianming could only wait for the next opportunity, there was no way if he didn't appear, but as long as he appeared, Yang Qianming would definitely do his best to kill him.

Not for anything else, just to commemorate the friendship between him and his family.

How many days and nights have passed, Tianlun is not a subordinate or a guard in Yang Qianming's eyes.

It's the person who let Yang Qianming really treat his brother, and now that his brother has been killed, Yang Qianming's mood is very heavy.

Even after recovering the liger, he didn't feel too much joy.

The next day, with a mood like a lone wolf, Yang Qianming, who had been running all the way, finally arrived at the foot of a city.

Although there is still a long way to go from Thunder City, Yang Qianming is not impetuous.

The city was in a dilapidated state, apparently a small city, but it was not difficult to see from the dense new scars outside the walls that they had been inflicted in recent times.

And those scars were also like traces left after being vigorously bombarded by orcs, Yang Qianming not only thought of the war beast siege that the brawler said when he was in Fukang City.

With all kinds of doubts, Yang Qianming found an inn to live in.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Yang Qianming entered the evil fate ding.

Yu Fan, Zhang Ruoxue, and Dugu Dark Xiang were lying on the grassy grass one after another, and Yang Qianming stepped forward in a few steps to find out about their situation.

"Don't look at it, except for the one who whispered, I have healed both of them, but they can't wake up here without your consent. Long Ao, who had turned into a middle-aged man, walked a few steps and stood behind Yang Qianming and said slowly.

Looking at him suspiciously, Yang Qianming said uncertainly: "You said that they won't wake up without my consent?"

Long Ao nodded and said, "Not bad." ”

After hearing this, Yang Qianming secretly scolded himself for being stupid, and even ordered them all to sleep in the cave before, but he didn't know that they wouldn't wake up here no matter what.