Chapter 151: Yin Jiange's Giant Sword

On the other side, Yin Jiange also exchanged hands with the three of them. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yin Jiange has one person and one sword, and the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, everywhere he goes, the gods block and kill the gods, and the Buddha blocks and kills the Buddha, all the way to the top of the mountain.

His three enemies, one is a poisoner, who is the one who poisoned the mountaintop, one is a physical cultivator, his **** upper body, his muscles are surging, and his muscles are bursting up, and the other is a warlock in a yin and yang robe, releasing all kinds of spells.

The poison master held an emerald green thin whip, the whip was covered with all kinds of poison, and the long whip was swung, and the spirit snake entangled Yin Jiange's Qingfeng sword.

With a hissing sound, the long whip seemed to have pores, and all kinds of venom seeped out from the thin whip, eroding Yin Jiange's Qingfeng.

The other two did not stop attacking, the muscular male body cultivated muscles and bones roared like thunder, and the fists erupted vigorously, a small pair of flesh fists, but containing amazing power.

Yin Jiange twisted the sword in his right hand, but did not break the long whip. The long whip was wrapped tighter, and on the top of the Qingfeng sword, there were hissing sounds, Qingfeng was eroded, and black spots appeared on the sword body.

A pair of iron fists attacked by the muscular man, and Yin Jiange raised his left foot and swept away, kicking the muscular man back.

Yin Jiange himself also pulled the poison master back a few steps, he didn't expect the strength of the muscular man to be so amazing, and what was even more strange was that his fist power roared and shook like thunder. Rao is Yin Jiange is already a quasi-immortal cultivator, and he is also a little unbearable.

The poisoner is overjoyed, a good opportunity.

Taking advantage of Yin Jiange's retreat, the poison master's long whip shook, and thousands of small water jets erupted from the thin whip, and the water was colorful, as if it was the most beautiful fountain in the world. It's like a poisonous mushroom, the more beautiful it is, the more poisonous it is.

The warlock on the side didn't dare to approach, and the seals in his hands were gathered in his hands, and whirlwinds, lightning, and meteors attacked Yin Jiange one after another.

Yin Jiange was not in a hurry, Zhenyuan was running, and a sword light shot out.

The poison master had long been guarding against Yin Jiange's hand, and his hand holding the whip was raised, and the poison whip came out of his hand. The poisoner's figure changed, shifting and changing, dodging the sword light.

The whip head forward, like thunder, turned into a snake head and bit on the back of Yin Jiange's right hand.

Yi Jian Ge Zhenyuan shook and evaporated the venom that attacked. Above the blue blade, the sharp sword qi cut the uncontrolled long whip into several sections.

Dao Dao Qing Mang unleashed, negating the Warlock's attack.

The poison master smiled,

"Yin Jiange, you have been poisoned by my heart-eroding poison, if there is no antidote, you will definitely die within three days. As long as you don't meddle in this matter, Hei Bingtai is willing to give Shushan a face. Otherwise, even if you are the grandson of Wen Shi Zhenren, you will bear the consequences. ”

Yin Jiange didn't worry and laughed, "It's just a bit of a poison, and I dare to act in front of my Shushan righteous path." You people in the evil path also underestimate the foundation of the righteous path, no wonder they are just a bunch of rats who can't see the light. You're taking a good look at my hands, and then boasting about Haikou. ”

As he spoke, Yin Jiange raised his right hand, only to see the back of his hand that had been bitten by the head of the poisonous whip snake was as smooth as ever, without a trace of scarring.

"It's not ......"

Before the poisoner could finish speaking, a sword light blocked the scenery outside into his eyes.

"Click"

After the sword light, the poisoner looked ahead with a shocked expression. The headless corpse in front of him with a column of blood spraying on his neck looked so much like his own body. He wanted to touch his body, but he couldn't.

The poisoner is dead.

At the top of Yongfeng Mountain, the snow-white peak continues to spread black downward.

It's not good, you can't get too entangled with them anymore.

Yin Jiange swept with a sword, and the arc of sword light slashed towards the body cultivators and warlocks who were blocking his progress like waves. The sword light is like a wave, fast as lightning. Straight to force the Yin Yang Warlock and muscle body cultivation back.

Yin Jiange took the opportunity to take off, and Qing Feng turned into a giant sword on the door panel. As soon as Yin Jiange stepped on it, the giant sword gathered the aura of heaven and earth within a hundred miles, turning into a cyan giant sword dozens of zhang wide.

The giant sword pressed down, and the muscular man and the warlock under the sword suddenly felt the overwhelming momentum of Mount Tai.

The muscular man's fighting intent burned, he stomped on the ground with one kick, the earth couldn't help but shake, the earth shook, and on the eternal peak, the snow that had been deposited for hundreds of millions of years was shocked like this, and it fell down with a bang. The muscular man roared, his muscles and bones roared together, booming, like thunder rolling in the sky, and with a punch that broke all shackles, he hit the giant sword.

The warlock did not have a hard confrontation like a muscular body cultivator, and this sword was destined to be something he could not resist.

The hands of the yin-yang-robed warlock are sealed,

"Tu Dun!"

A few miles inside the land, and dozens of miles away.

The giant sword crushed, and the muscular man's punch to the sky was doomed to be useless.

The fist slammed into the giant sword, and with a bang, the giant sword trembled slightly. Yin Jiange on the sword stomped his foot downward, and the huge pressure ate the muscular man's fist back into his body.

The muscular man trembled, and with a bang, it exploded.

"Up!"

Yin Jiange didn't care about the explosive physical cultivation, nor did he care about the warlock who escaped, nor did he interfere in the battle between Li Shaobai and the demon man.

He flew with his sword and flew straight to the top of the mountain.