I am reality!

When Yang Jian said this, his whole body exuded extremely strong confidence, the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, the cloak hunted, slowly rising from the ground until mid-air, Yang Jian raised the knife and pointed at Ye Xiaodi and Mo Xue.

Ye Xiaodi tilted his head to look at Yang Jian in mid-air, the reality of the heavenly realm looks like this? Ye Xiaodi drew a question mark in his mind, but he had to admit that Yang Jian's current appearance was still very bluffing!

"Is reality cruel?"

Looking at Yang Jian, who was furious, Ye Xiaodi asked loudly.

But it wasn't just Ye Xiaodi himself, when Ye Xiaodi asked this question, Mo Xue beside Ye Xiaodi also giggled.

Not to mention, at least Yang Jian's seemingly majestic appearance fell in Ye Xiaodie's eyes, and he was hooked up with the word middle two!

"Noise!"

With a cold snort, Yang Jian swayed, and the whole person turned into a streamer and shot towards Ye Xiaodi.

In the previous fight, Ye Xiaodi had already seen Yang Jian's speed, but at this time, Yang Jian's speed was a hundred times faster than before!

In the face of Yang Jian's attack, how could Ye Xiaodi sit still and wait to die? Dodge and wanted to dodge Yang Jian's attack, but Ye Xiaodi suddenly found that his body no longer accepted his control, and he lost his mind for a short time, and when Ye Xiaodi came back to his senses, he found that Yang Jian had arrived in front of him.

There was still no way to move his body in the slightest, Ye Xiaodie's expression froze for a moment, just now he was still mocking Yang Jian in his heart for looking serious like a fool, and now the retribution fell on him.

As if everything was foreseen, Ye Xiaodi closed his eyes peacefully, and then it didn't take much time for Ye Xiaodie, he waited for Yang Jian's fist.

The pain of the fist hitting the face is very familiar, the sound of the bones after being beaten is also familiar, and then the pain is mixed with the sound of the bones, and Ye Xiaodi rubbed the ground and flew out a long way!

Leaving a long mark on the ground, Ye Xiaodi stopped, and it was only at this time that Ye Xiaodi more or less regained some control over his body.

"Why is this Yang Jian so terrifying?"

After being beaten, there was no sense of humiliation or anger, Ye Xiaodi was more shocked. How could such a powerful Yang Jian be subservient to the Emperor of Heaven?

At that moment just now, whether it was power or coercion, or talent and conspiracy, Ye Xiaodi could really feel that he had lost control of his body.

"Sequelae?"

Feeling that his body was still a little numb, Ye Xiaodi muttered to himself, but he didn't hope that anyone would give him any answer.

"Hehe, you feel it too! It's not that my ability has regressed, but this Yang Jian is really a little weird!"

Mo Xue, who had been kicked away by Yang Jian before, came to Ye Xiaodie's side and said gloatingly.

Looking at Mo Xue's nine smiling faces, Ye Xiaodi grinned, and felt like he had eaten a mouthful of snot.

Yang Jian looked at Ye Xiaodie who fell to the ground in a daze, he was named the god of war by the heavenly realm, and his most powerful strength has always been very confident, but self-confidence does not mean that he will be arrogant, at least Yang Jian will not easily think that Ye Xiaodie does not even have the consciousness to dodge when he makes his own moves!

I wanted to use the three-pointed two-edged knife in my hand to cut Ye Xiaodie over, but Ye Xiaodie stood motionless, and the slightest intention to dodge was not revealed.

Feeling Ye Xiaodie's chaotic aura, Yang Jian had already dispelled Ye Xiaodie's idea that he would have a killing move, and thought quietly, but he didn't dare to take his eyes off Ye Xiaodie, but Yang Jian no longer attacked!

"Pestilence! come out to me!"

After thinking about it for a while, especially seeing the change in Ye Xiaodie's face, Yang Jian finally found the root cause. There was a burst of drinking, and the eardrums of the people who were fried hurt.

"Plague poison see Zhenjun!"

Yang Jian's voice fell, and another voice sounded, accompanied by the sound, there was a twist in the air, and a thin figure wearing an earthy yellow coat also appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and with the shaking of the earthy yellow robe, a hoarse voice also appeared in everyone's ears.

"The subordinates are worried that Zhenjun will have to work hard to defeat that Ye Xiaodi, so he secretly did some tricks, and now that Ye Xiaozhu and his nine-headed roar are highly poisonous, I think that if Zhenjun makes a move at this time, he will definitely win easily!"

Listening to the poisonous words, Yang Jian nodded lightly, and then turned his head and asked.

"It's going to be an easy win, so why don't you go?"

"How did the subordinates take away the demeanor of the true monarch. ”

Plague Poison stood beside Yang Jian, and quietly took half a step back, showing respect while not forgetting to leak a sneering smile. It's just that what I thought in my heart was, if I wasn't sure if Ye Xiaodie was really poisoned, where would it be your turn to make a move!

Yang Jian squinted at the plague and stopped talking, even if he was not ashamed of the plague, but after all, he was in the same camp, Yang Jian didn't know what he should say at this time, he just used poison to win, and Yang Jian was no longer in the mood to fight at this time.

The ridicule on the face of the plague had not yet dissipated, his expression suddenly froze, and he didn't have time to shout anything, the whole person even rolled and crawled to the side, and after an instant, Wu Xiyou stood in the position where the plague was standing before, and the sickle in his hand was held by Yang Jian's three-pointed two-edged knife, and at Wu Xiyou's feet, it was one of the arms of the plague.

"What a shameless Immortal King Realm!"

The curse was only half spitted out, and the pain in his arm made the plague sweat cold. Although the giant spirit god was a little disgusted with the plague, he still took action to protect him behind him.

Wu Youyou snorted coldly, her eyes were full of the competition of the plague, where did the position of others secretly use the poison when they were fighting to accuse themselves of sneak attack? Just cut off one of the arms of the plague and lost the opportunity to sneak attack Yang Jian, which made Wu Youyou a little depressed, especially her own sickle was still entangled by Yang Jian's blade, and it was not as easy as imagined to get out quickly.

"Immortal King Realm, good cultivation! If it weren't for the plague poison, you might have succeeded in your sneak attack just now!"

Yang Jian looked at Wu Xiyou indifferently, what about the Immortal King Realm? What about the Immortal God Realm? How many people in the Heavenly Realm were killed by Yang Jian of his own Immortal God Realm!

Wu Xiyou also had a cold face and did not speak, but Yang Jian's voice sounded again.

"Leave your life behind!"

"Can you keep it?"

Before Yang Jian's words fell, Ye Xiaodie's voice sounded again, floating towards Yang Jian, Ye Xiaodie's speed seemed extremely slow, but Yang Jian still did not hesitate, and when he felt an overwhelming sword intent, he decisively gave up Wu Xiyou, grabbed the giant spirit god and the plague and retreated to the side.

Ye Xiaodi naturally won't give up.

"Give it back to you!"

A palm slapped in the direction of Yang Jian's three evacuations, and a green poisonous dragon thought about Yang Jian and the three of them flying away......