In the dust, the two great martial arts masters who had just been shocked by Yang Yi as a celestial man both fell from the air and smashed a big pit on the grassy ground. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Yilema stopped, and the green halberd had already appeared in his hand. Although he knew that in the face of these two great martial arts masters, it would be useless to hold weapons or not, but seeing these two people falling from the sky, they couldn't reduce the force of their downward impulse, it must have been caused by great trauma.

Facing an uninjured martial arts master, Yang Yi naturally ran as far as he could, even if it was an injured great grandmaster, it was not someone Yang Yi could match, but the two people in front of him seemed to have been injured to the origin, and even the momentum of the fall could not be reduced, it can be seen that his two injuries were serious, and in the face of the two great grandmasters who were about to die, maybe he still had the strength to fight!

The yellow horse walked slowly forward, the dust gradually dissipated, and he was able to see the situation inside the big pit.

The green-robed man and the white-clothed swordsman stood opposite each other, their bodies glued together. The long sword of the white-clothed swordsman was inserted into the left chest of the green-robed man, but his left chest was inserted by the green-robed man's right palm at the same time, but it was a lose-lose situation.

Yang Yi only saw the true faces of the two at this time.

The man in the green robe looks clumsy and clear, tall and burly, with heavy pupils, and there is a faint starlight in his eyes. The texture of a green robe is extremely peculiar, like green and white, giving people a feeling of being integrated with the whole space, and what is even more strange is that this robe has no stitches at all, as if the whole robe is not made by a tailor, but directly woven by a weaver. After seeing this dress, a word flashed out of Yang Yi's mind: seamless!

The white-clothed swordsman on the opposite side has a face like white jade, his body is thin, his eyes are as bright as cold stars, and what is particularly eye-catching is his two long sword eyebrows, flying obliquely into the temples, and the momentum is compelling, this person is like a sharp sword in the sky, even if he is extremely seriously injured, his body is still standing straight, and he is incomparably sharp, and he has a strong sword intent that would rather bend than bend.

When Yang Yi approached the edge of the pit where the two of them were, a low voice rang out, and the two high-fived each other and jumped out of the pit at the same time.

The halberd in Yang Yi's hand slowly raised inch by inch, his eyes were fixed on the two people standing on both sides of the big pit and looking at each other, and asked softly, "Who are the two seniors?"

At this time, the green-robed man from his left chest to his right abdomen, was cut out of a long opening by the long sword of the white-clothed swordsman, revealing a crystal clear visceral organ like a glass and jade, this person was dust-free, crystal clear, and even the viscera organs were like beautiful jade glass; 。

The white-clothed swordsman's injuries were not much better than those of the green-robed man at this time, the ribs on his left chest had been torn off by the green-robed man, along with the outer skin, half of the organs of the left chest were exposed, and the fist-sized heart was beating slowly, his heart seemed to have been grabbed by the green-robed man, but it was not pulled out, and the scratches on his heart could be clearly seen at this time.

The two looked at Yang Yi at the same time.

When the two looked at themselves, Yang Yi's body shook, hallucinations arose in front of him, a heart fluttered and had no place to live, he didn't know where he was, the surrounding scenery was like a tide, it seemed that he was the only one standing alone under the sky in the boundless wilderness, enjoying the taste of loneliness.

As if in the most terrifying nightmare, Yang Yi's mind wandered, and his consciousness was no longer coherent, but only became a fragment of thought, completely disorganized, and could not form a complete consciousness.

Seeing Yang Yi sitting on the horse, his eyes were dazed, and the halberd in his hand also fell in his hand, he laughed softly: "What a powerful little guy, at such a young age, he has cultivated to such a point, I don't know whose son it is?" He was so hit at this time, he still had the heart to laugh.

The cold voice of the white-clothed swordsman sounded, "No matter who he is, if he wants to pick up a bargain, he can't! Whether he can survive or not depends on his own creation!"

Although the two of them suffered heavy physical injuries, their physical strength was not lost, but their spiritual consciousness was still retained, and when Yang Yi opened his mouth to ask them, the two of them used their eyes as a medium to infuse their spiritual power into Yang Yi's eyes, confusing his mind and shaking his will.

The white-clothed swordsman raised the long sword in his hand and pointed obliquely at the green-robed man, "Huo Qing, you have achieved success in cultivation, you don't go to heaven, but go to the ground, even if you are a senior master, but since you have entered the Black Mountain, you are the mortal enemy of the Han Dynasty, since you have met, you and I will always die." His voice was like ice for thousands of years, full of unchangeable killing intent.

Huo Qing, the green-robed man, sighed deeply, "When I meet you, I will be considered to be eight lifetimes of blood mold!" He looked at the white-clothed swordsman, his eyes showed a murderous aura, and he said in a low voice: "Heaven? Do you think that Heaven can get away? If you can stay in the Heavenly Realm, who wants to come to the Lower Realm?"

He had a melancholy look on his face, "I thought that the shattered void would be able to live forever when I entered the heavenly realm, who knew that the heavenly realm was just another cage, and I could still be at ease in the human world, but I became a slave in the heavenly realm, and I had to flee back to the lower realm." ”

The white-clothed swordsman slowly walked towards the blue-robed man with a sword on his face, with a look of disdain, "You just said that you are afraid of death, don't you become a god? ”

Blood began to drip from the chest of the white-clothed swordsman, "You were also born as a human being, but for the sake of immortality, you killed so many innocent people, you really deserve to be killed!"

The green-robed man looked up at the sky and said lightly: "Who in the world doesn't want to live forever!"

The white-clothed swordsman slashed down with a sword, "It's better to die than to live like this!"

With a bang, the two of them fell to the ground at the same time, and there was a long big hole between the chest and abdomen of the blue-robed man, and the internal organs in the abdomen were stirred by the sword qi, and the cross-shaped wounds began to have clear white liquid flowing out.

The white-clothed swordsman's right shoulder had been smashed by the slap, and his shoulder was pulled down, if it weren't for the skin connection, he would have broken and fallen to the ground at this moment, and the long sword in his hand was gone.

Huo Qing, the blue-robed man, sighed: "Fifth, do you really want to end up together?"

He looked at the white-clothed swordsman, with a look of crying and laughing in his eyes, "How many times have I told you, I came to the border of the Han Kingdom this time to find the longevity spirit fruit that was stolen by the Nine Lives Spirit Cat, but I didn't expect the fruit to be found, but I want to die here with you!"

The white-clothed swordsman was unmoved, his expression was still cold, "As long as the people of Montenegro come to the Han Realm, there will be no mercy!"

Even though the injury was extremely serious at this time, the white-clothed swordsman's determination to kill the blue-robed man still did not change in the slightest, and he continued to walk towards the green-robed man staggeringly, vowing not to stop if he did not kill this person.

The man in the green robe waited intently.

At this moment, the sound of inhalation sounded from the two of them, Yang Yi, who had just been hit by the spiritual impact of the two, had jumped off the yellow horse at some point, stood on the edge of the pit, sat on the horse with a deep waist, sat firmly in the void, pinched the seal with his left hand, held power with his right hand, like the emperor sitting on the throne, the Buddha Pan Jinlian, a kind of eternal immobility sitting in the heavens slowly showed from him, although weak, but not to be underestimated, like a seed that has just sprouted, with endless possibilities.

The white-clothed swordsman and the green-robed man turned their heads at the same time, just in front of Yang Yi's eyes that had just opened. (To be continued.) )