"Boy, stop, this is the territory of the eighteen plates, what are you arrogant about our territory" Just as Yang Yibu beat a Jindan Stage Eighth-level monk to the point that his nose was blue and his face was swollen, a voice came from a distance.

"Xiu Xiu ......" In a burst of clothes shaking, dozens of people fell from the sky, surrounding Yang Yibu in the middle.

"Who are you, why do you care about Uncle Ben's idle affairs" Seeing dozens of people surrounding him, Yang Yibu rolled his eyes and said infinitely arrogantly.

"Boy, are you mistaken, this is the territory of Eighteen Pan, we are the people of Eighteen Pan, my name is Zhu Panqi, this is my brother Zhu Panqi."

Zhu Panqi spoke very gently, and there was no roughness and arrogance of a robber at all.

"Wow, haha, I finally know why you call it eighteen plates, it turns out that you are eighteen plates of greasy and fatty pork."

Yang Yibu didn't have the slightest consciousness of being surrounded by eighteen plates of robbers, he was still arrogant and infinite, and by the way, he also ridiculed the eighteen plates of robbers.

"You, boy, you are looking for death, report your name, Lao Tzu will not kill the unknown."

Zhu Panqi is a good temper, and Zhu Panqi is not a good talker, he was ridiculed by Yang Yibu, and immediately became angry.

In Zhu Panqi's eyes, Yang Yibu's cultivation was only the early stage of the eighth level of the Jindan period, but he was the peak of the ninth level of the Jindan period, and his brother Zhu Panqi was even more of a fake infant realm cultivator.

In front of such two masters and dozens of Jindan periods, it is normal for Yang Yibu to be scared to pee, but this Yang Yibu was not only not scared to pee, but was extremely arrogant.

In Zhu Pan's eyes, this Yang Yibu became a fool who didn't know the height of the sky.

"Remember, your uncle and my name are Yang Yibu, and I will hand over all the valuable things on your body, otherwise, hehe."

Yang Yib's words are full of a robber, the opening line commonly used in robbery.

"Why does this sound so familiar? Yang Yibu, we are robbers, don't fucking rob Lao Tzu's lines."

When Zhu Pan heard Yang Yibu's words, he suddenly became angry, he was an authentic robber, but listening to Yang Yibu's tone, it was as if he and the others were about to be robbed.

"Zhu Panbi, you stupid bird, who robbed your lines, Uncle Ben is going to fight robbery today."

Yang Yibu looked at Zhu Panqi with a smile, he wanted to see if he would make Zhu Pan angry to death.

"Yang Yibu, you, little ones, chop this kid alive for me" Zhu Pan, who was half angry by Yang Yibu, waved his hand to the robbers surrounding Yang Yibu.

"Kill" got Zhu Pan's order, and the robbers who had long been unhappy with Yang Yibu each took their weapons to kill Yang Yibu.

Looking at the robbers who came forward, Yang Yibu smiled evilly and stepped forward to meet them.

"Porphyry tom tom ......" In a burst of falling to the ground, Yang Yibu slapped his slap and "finished the work".

"Yang Yibu, I'll kill you" Seeing dozens of subordinates, in Yang Yibu's hands, they didn't even hold on for half a minute, and all of them lay down on the ground, Zhu Pan was so angry that he smoked, and raised a long stick as thick as a pillar in his hand to kill Yang Yibu.

"Old man, be careful, this kid is very evil" Seeing Zhu Panqi raise a stick to kill Yang Yibu, Zhu Panqi hurriedly reminded him.

"Brother Qi, I'm afraid he's a bird" Zhu Panqi didn't take Zhu Panqi's reminder to heart at all, he raised the long stick in his hand and used all his body to cultivate into a stick and smashed it at Yang Yibu.

In the rumbling roar, Zhu Pan's long stick smashed down with an unrivaled momentum that overshadowed the wind and clouds.

Everywhere the long stick went, the void was shattering, time seemed to have stopped, and the space was stunned, and the already gloomy heaven and earth sank, making it even darker.

Zhu Pan's stick, if it was an ordinary Jindan stage ninth-level master, it would be impossible to retreat under this blow.

In Zhu Panqi's opinion, under his own blow, Yang Yibu would be seriously injured if he did not die, because Zhu Panbi had strong self-confidence in his blow.

In the face of Zhu Pan's all-out blow, Yang Yibu roared, took a step forward, lifted his head, and slammed the stick down with a punch.

"Boom, boom, boom" Yang Yibu's fist and Zhu Pan's long stick collided suddenly.

A slight "click" sound came from the huge collision sound, and the slightest crack formed on Zhu Pan's long stick, and then began to shatter inch by inch.

"Ah......" In the terrible scream, Zhu Pan's hands and arms were also shattered.

Zhu Panqi, who was watching the battle from the side, rushed into the battlefield like lightning, grabbed Zhu Panqi's body that was about to be destroyed, and jumped out of the center of the collision.

"Ah, Yang Yibu, I'm going to kill you" Zhu Panqi, who was rescued by Zhu Panqi, kept rolling on the ground in pain, cursing hoarsely.

"Yang Yibu, your methods are inevitably too cruel" After Zhu Panqi rescued Zhu Panqi, he put him on the ground after stuffing a pill in his mouth.

Zhu Panqi knew that Zhu Panqi's cultivation was still far from death, at most he was only suffering some pain, but in fact, he couldn't say that Yang Yibu was cruel.

Because of the battle between monks, the victory or defeat is often between one move, so you must do your best, Yang Yibu did not beat Zhu Pan to death with one move, which is already cheap enough.

Step by step, Zhu Panqi walked towards Yang Yibu, and with each step, his momentum increased by one point.

When Zhu Panqi's momentum was completely raised, he slowly stopped, and with a slight wave of his hand, a sword with an eerie and terrifying aura appeared in Zhu Panqi's hand.

The sword in Zhu Panqi's hand was made of the thigh bone of the Yuan Infant Monk, and it itself carried a trace of killing aura.

"Yang Yibu, show your weapons" Zhu Panqi slowly raised the sword in his hand, and in an instant, his eyes began to be bloodshot, his eyes became scarlet, and the aura of killing slowly escaped from his body.

"Ah" Zhu Panqi looked up to the sky and roared, the whistling sound shook the heavens and the earth, the whistling sound was not over, Zhu Panqi's flying hair, in the blink of an eye, changed from black to blood-red, and the blood-colored hair flew in the air, setting off Zhu Panqi as if the Great Demon King was born.

Zhu Panqi's slowly raised long sword also changed from a crystal color to a scarlet color, when all the transformation was completed, Zhu Panqi's momentum was rising, and his cultivation was a little bit different from the Yuan infancy.

In other words, at this time, Zhu Panqi, who was born like a demon king, his cultivation was infinitely close to the Yuan Infant Stage.

When he saw Zhu Panqi change like this, Yang Yibu didn't dare to slack off, and with a wave of his hand, the loose sword appeared in his hand.

Yang Yibu slowly raised the Loose Pattern Sword in his hand and lifted him above his head, and a crisp sound sounded from the blade of the Loose Pattern Sword.

This soft sound was the sound of joy and longing that the Loose Sword made when it found an evenly matched sword, and it longed to fight each other.

Yang Yibu raised the pine piece in his hand above his head, and then a sword slashed out, and a huge colorful sword appeared in the air.

The sword that covered the sky and the moon illuminated half of the sky into colorful colors, and the gray and white sky and ground were illuminated by this sword ray.

The colorful sword mangs met the bone swords that Zhu Panqi slashed at at a speed that seemed to be slow and urgent.

Before the two of them exchanged swords, the swords were already eating at each other, and when the swords were intertwined and encroached, bursts of violent tornado storms formed in the sky.

The storm swept across the sky, and in the space that continued to collapse and shatter, the blades of the two swords clashed with each other, and in the sparks like fireworks, a colorful Taiji diagram was slowly forming.

Two different sword rays were entangled, and when the Taiji Diagram was formed, the entire sky suddenly froze, and the Taiji Diagram rotated silently.

The powerful suction force came out from the Taiji diagram, and the powerful force sucked all the surrounding substances into the Taiji diagram, and when the air was dark, even the light was sucked away.

At the same time as the air was dark, a huge roar came out from the Taiji diagram, which was constantly expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then began to slowly collapse and shatter.

In the huge explosion of Taijitu, Zhu Panqi was hit by this huge force and flew backwards like a rocket, blood kept spurting out of his mouth, and where he passed, a blood-colored mist band floated in the air.

"Kicking and kick......ing" stepped on the void, Yang Yibu's whole body cracked, blood shot out from his body, and blood-colored footprints slowly formed in the air.