"Tang Potian, you don't need to use words to provoke me, let me tell you the truth, I came alone today, do you need to make a big move to destroy your little Tang family?

Yang Yibu is also the reincarnation of a 10,000-year-old demon, and he doesn't understand what Tang Potian means, so he said very arrogantly.

"Yang Yibu, since this is the case, why don't you come and try it, see if your teeth are good, and if you can gnaw on my hard bone Tang Yi."

"Tang Potian, it's my business whether I, Yang Yibu, can gnaw or not, I don't need you to worry about it, since I'm here today, the Tang family is destined to disappear from this Fuyin City."

Yang Yibu said as he threw Tang Chengqiang's Yuan Baby, who was playing with it in his hand, into the space ring.

Seeing Yang Yibu's movements, the monks who came to see the excitement in the city knew that the verbal fight between Yang Yibu and the Tang family was about to end, and the climax was coming.

"Tang Potian, show your weapons, this is your last chance, after today, you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow."

Yang Yibu made a move, and the pine sword appeared in his hand, after all, Tang Potian was a mid-level monk of the fifth level of the Yuan Infant Stage, and there was also a Tang family elder Tang Zhentian who was in the early stage of the fifth level of the Yuan Infant Stage on the side, so Yang Yibu had to be cautious.

Tang Potian saw Yang Yibu show his blade, and at the same time, a long sword with golden light appeared in his hand with a move in his hand.

Also at the same time, Tang Zhentian, the Great Elder of the Tang Family, also made a move with a swarthy black iron big sword mountain in his hands.

This attitude shows that Tang Potian and Tang Zhentian want to join forces to kill Yang Yibu, they don't talk about morality with Yang Yibu at all, and they fight alone with Yang Yibu.

Tang Potian and Tang Zhentian's actions caused an uproar among the monks in Fuyin City, and the cultivation of the Tang family was much higher than Yang Yibu, but they wanted to join forces to deal with Yang Yibu, and everyone was secretly scolding the Tang family for their shamelessness.

"Tang Potian, Tang Zhentian, come on" Yang Yibu waved the pine pattern sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the Tang family and said.

"Yang Yibu, this is what you forced us, you are going to destroy my Tang family, this can't tolerate the people of my Tang family not joining forces."

Tang Potian's eyes were staring at Yang Yibu tightly, and his words were eloquent and sounding very reasonable.

"Tang Potian, make excuses for yourself, don't talk about the nonsense with gold on your face, come on."

Yang Yibu said with a cold face, and at the same time, he stepped forward, and a powerful momentum erupted from his body.

"Kill" Tang Potian and Tang Zhentian roared, and their swords rushed towards Yang Yibu.

"Boom" Yang Yibu blasted his sword towards Tang Potian and Tang Zhentian who rushed to kill.

A big battle began, and Yang Yibu fought with swords and feet, and one person occupied two big masters.

In the fierce struggle and collision of the three of them, the buildings of the Tang family collapsed in pieces under the bombardment of residual energy.

Large expanses of smoke and dust rose into the sky, and the wind blew everywhere, and the entire city of Fuyin was shrouded in thick dust.

"This Yang Yibu is too violent, you see, he fights alone to become a monk who is much higher than him without falling behind."

One year old monk said to his fellow monks.

"Yes, yes, how did this Yang Yibu's combat power come from cultivation, how good it would be if I did this to him."

A young monk said with a golden glow in his eyes.

"Go, get out of the way, you still want to cultivate so against the sky," an old monk slapped the young monk's buttocks.

"Uh, don't be ashamed, you eat my tofu," the young monk looked at the old monk with resentment in his eyes.

"This Yang Yibu is not only powerful against the sky, but also looks so handsome, you see, Yang Yibu's claw grabbed Tang Potian's chest, how can this Yang Yibu be like this, his claw should come at me."

A plump and fat girl yelled at her female cultivator, her voice was very loud, he hoped that Yang Yibu would hear it, and also scratch her towering peaks, she swore that she would never hide.

"Cut, just you, Yang Gongzi still gave you a claw, and he gave me a claw" The other female cultivator straightened her breasts, which were not too plump, and said sourly.

"Cut, how small are yours, Yang Gongzi has a claw on you, can he catch it" Another female monk shouted loudly.

"You, get out of the way, don't affect the uncle's sight" A middle-aged male cultivator really couldn't listen to it anymore, he scolded, and at the same time, his golden eyes also stared fiercely at the chest of a plump and fat female cultivator.

"Who do you let get out of the way, you see what kind of virtue you have, don't wipe your saliva yet," another female cultivator said aloud.

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"Boom ~ Boom ~ Boom" The battle in the sky is getting more and more intense, and the two sides have been stuck together, and from time to time they have a hand-to-hand battle.

"Isn't this a battle with a gangster in the street?" a young monk asked an old monk beside him, looking at the battle in the sky in confusion.

"You little brat, you know a fart, they're warming up, you know," said the old monk, reprimanding the young monk.

"Actually, I don't understand it, I look like a gangster fighting," the old monk muttered to himself after scolding the young monk.

"It's not okay to fight like this, when will we be able to tell the winner, well, no, this Tang Potian and Tang Zhentian don't seem to be fighting with themselves with all their strength at all, could it be that they are delaying time, for delaying time, someone from Zixiao Hall should be rushing here."

Yang Yibu in the battle finally discovered the problem, as soon as he found this problem, he broke out in a cold sweat, and scolded Tang Potian and Tang Zhentian for being despicable, this is the rhythm of pit himself to death.

"Before Tang Potian and Tang Zhentian find out that I already know their intentions, let's kill Tang Zhentianyin, who has a slightly lower cultivation, and then kill Tang Potian."

Yang Yibu, who found out what the problem was, secretly began to accumulate the strength of his whole body, and he wanted to destroy the Tang family before the reinforcements from Zixiao Hall arrived.

"Boom~Boom~" Yang Yibu hit Tang Potian and Tang Zhentian a few more times.

"Poof" Yang Yibu's body shook a few times, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and quickly retreated.

"Yang Yibu, aren't you going to destroy my Tang family, why can't you do it now, as a man, you can't do it."

Seeing Yang Yibu vomiting blood and retreating, Tang Zhentian, who had never said a word from the beginning, laughed wildly and said, he chased Yang Yibu tightly as he spoke.

"Yang Yibu, weren't you very rampant before? You kept saying that you wanted to destroy my Tang family, and now you are here to destroy it" Tang Zhentian is also an old fox, and he also knows how to beat the water dog to come happily.

So he frantically pressed Yang Yibu and humiliated Yang Yibu with his words.

Yang Yibu resisted with all his might, his body staggered backwards, blood was falling from the corners of his mouth, there was no blood on his face, and he was extremely pale.

"What the hell is wrong with this Yang Yibu, how fierce was it just now, why is it suddenly not working," a monk asked suspiciously.

"Alas, this Yang Yibu's cultivation is still a little lower, he must have suffered an internal injury in the hard encounter just now, he was holding on just now, and now he must have had an internal injury, otherwise how could he vomit blood and retreat."

Another cultivator spoke, thinking that he had seen the crux of the problem.

"I'll just say, how can there be such a monk who defends the sky, this is a cross-level battle, or a cross-level battle with two Yuan Infant monks, is this possible?"

Another monk spoke out his insight.

"I hope a miracle will happen, let this Yang Yibu escape and ascend to heaven, otherwise it would be a pity to die, he is so handsome" A female cultivator put her hands together on her chest and said loudly.

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For a time, all kinds of discussions among the monks in the city came and went, surging like a river.

"Poof" Under the frantic attacks of Tang Potian and Tang Zhentian, Yang Yibu's body shook for a while, and after taking a few steps back, he fell to his knees.

"Yang Yibu, die" Seeing Yang Yibu kneeling on the ground weakly, Tang Zhentian held the knife in both hands, jumped up in the air, and slashed at Yang Yibu who was kneeling on the ground.