The wind is raging, and the yellow sand is all over the sky!

I don't know if it was affected by Yang Zhen's Tianzhen Yuan storm, at this time, the sky above the sandbank realm was already overcast, and a gust of strong wind set off layer after layer of yellow sand, dyeing the heaven and earth of the sandbank realm into a gray patch.

The layers of yellow sand that were swept up by the wind kept lapping Yang Zhentian's whole body, which made Yang Zhentian, who had just run the secret technique and almost exhausted the true yuan of his body, no longer able to support his injured body, and after a violent shaking, he fell to his knees with a bang.

"Poof!!!

As a mouthful of blood spurted out, Yang Zhentian's eyes couldn't help but darken. The feeling of weakness was so intense that he only felt that he could faint at any moment.

But Yang Zhentian knew very clearly at this moment that although he had killed five white-clothed puppets, under the sand dunes not far away, there was still a blood-clothed cultivator who didn't know what his identity was!

In this case, even though his body had reached its limit, Yang Zhentian still took out a few healing pills from his arms and swallowed them.

In order to resist the increasingly intense sleepiness, he closed his front teeth and bit the tip of his tongue hard, and for a while, another stream of blood overflowed from his mouth.

Just when Yang Zhentian was trying his best to stay awake and recover his true essence as soon as possible, a strong tingling sensation suddenly came from the center of his foot!

"It's not !! good"

Seeing the blood sword that suddenly pierced the center of his foot under the yellow sand, Yang Zhentian, who had already exhausted his true yuan, couldn't care about anything else, so he made a decision immediately and shook the golden pill as soon as possible!!

Although the Jindan Earthquake will produce a large amount of True Yuan, it has extremely serious side effects, not only is the caster in danger of shattering the Jindan at any time, but the huge amount of True Yuan that overflows from the Jindan is even more difficult to control!

"Ah!!h

With an earth-shattering roar, Yang Zhentian, who was enduring the severe pain in his tendons, used almost all of his spiritual power to guide the violent True Yuan power in his body to blast towards the yellow sand under his feet along his tendons!!

But even if all of Yang Zhentian's spiritual power was exhausted, it could only guide that huge force to bombard in a general direction.

Under the huge force pouring like a flood bursting its embankment, in just an instant, Yang Zhentian's legs burst open along with the yellow sand under his feet!

At the same time, a huge sand pit with a diameter of 100 meters accompanied by a huge wave of sand and dust stirred by energy exploded under his feet!!

But just a moment before Yang Zhentian's True Yuan bombardment, the blood-colored figure who sneaked up from under his feet seemed to have known that he would have such a move, and almost at the same time as he was exerting his strength, it broke through the ground from the yellow sand under his feet, and rushed towards the air diagonally above like a blood-colored lightning!

Seeing the almost unpredictable prophet's jump, Yang Zhentian's heart sank, but before he could react more, the blood-clothed cultivator who burst out of the yellow sand swung the two blood swords in his hand together, and even slashed straight towards his neck without a pause with the momentum of the upward rush!!

Seeing those two blood-colored sword rays, Yang Zhentian's eyes couldn't help but shrink slightly:

It's Shadow Moon Stream's criss-cross slash!!

Seeing the two blood-colored sword rays coming from the left and right sides, Yang Zhentian, who had both feet in ruins, had the heart to dodge, but he could no longer react in time. He could only lean back, and at the same time stretched out his arms forward, and he actually used his arms to forcibly block the attack of the two blood swords!

But how could the arms that lacked the True Yuan Protector be able to block the edge of the Blood Sword!!

I only heard Yang Zhentian's scream sound, and then, two blood rays flew into the sand and dust of the yellow sand with two broken arms!

Although his arms were cut off by a sword, due to the obstruction of his arms, he still won a precious time interval for Yang Zhentian, which also allowed him to take this opportunity to lean back slightly, which was worthy of staggering the cross-cut slash that the blood-clothed cultivator was enough to cut off his head!

But despite this, Yang Zhentian, who had lost his arms and only relied on two broken legs deep in the yellow sand to support his body, had completely lost the strength to fight again, and became no different from a wasted man.

The generation of Jindan masters of Cangyin Building, who had experienced countless battles in his life, would now be forced to this situation by a foundation building cultivator in a short period of time. This situation and this scene were never imagined by Yang Zhentian!

Just when Yang Zhentian was gasping for breath and his heart was in chaos, a sharp voice that sounded extremely strange and not smooth came from not far in front of him:

"Bailing Zhenren's Jin Dan can't kill you by exploding, the pentagram sword formation of the Forbidden Heavenly Sword Gate still hasn't killed you, and even the first killer of Cangyin Building, who was personally trained by the landlord, only cut off your hands and feet. Yang Zhentian, your life is really hard enough!"

Yang Zhentian, as the Jindan elder of Cangyin Building, is also a master of music and rhythm, and he is extremely sensitive to sound. It can be said that almost all the voices he has heard will never be forgotten. But at this time, he had no impression of the voice in his ears.

Yang Zhentian couldn't help but slowly raise his head and looked into the wind and sand in front of him.

In the fierce wind, within the yellow sand, a blood-colored figure walked in the direction of Yang Zhentian with light steps.

When Yang Zhentian saw clearly the delicate and abnormal face under the blood-colored figure and the red twelve on the bloody clothes, although it had been soaked in blood, but could still barely see clearly, he couldn't help but change his complexion drastically, and said in an incredulous tone:

"Twelve?!!! how could it be you?!!! you. How could you possibly speak!!"