Chapter Seventy-Six: The Great Fire of Xiangyang (Part II)

"Buzz!"

As soon as the long sword shook, he raised his hand to pick the thorn, and the purple light flashed away, like a meteor hitting the moon, breaking through the heavy waves of qi, and facing the punch of the Golden Wheel Dharma King head-on.

"Hmph!" A trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, the last time Yang Guan fought Yang Guan just relied on light skills to dodge quickly, so that he took advantage, this time he actually wanted to confront himself head-on, stupid! Ignorance! Jin Lun snorted coldly, his face showed a hideous color, and he shouted, "Suffer death!" Saying that, he rioted, without hesitation, he punched out, and the dragon-shaped qi penetrated and flew out.

"Boom!"

The air shook, and there was a roar, and the dragon-shaped qi was violent and ferocious, extremely fierce, and it was almost instantaneous when the air was broken.

"Burst!"

His expression was condensed, his eyes were firm, he did not dodge or dodge, he flew up extremely fast, the long sword in his hand was straight, a line of purple light flashed, and the sword qi was fierce and cold, pointing directly at the dragon-shaped energy, and he had the potential to ride the wind and waves.

"Squeak......!"

As soon as he touched the sword, the dragon-shaped qi was separated by a sword like a surging flood, making a sharp sound, a huge force, making the long sword tremble violently, Yang Guan suddenly took a step back, his muscles and bones were tense, his muscles were bulging, his qi and blood were surging, and in an instant, the strength in his hand suddenly struck, and he shouted, "Break!"

"Whew!"

If the sword is like a streamer, it will be faster and sharper! In an instant, a sword slashes through the dragon-shaped qi, and the sword qi transforms into shape, flying out a few steps before dissipating.

"Hehe, I haven't seen a lot of kung fu in ten years, but it's not enough to beat me!" His eyes shrank, Jin Lun stared at Yang Guan deadly, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he grinned, but his expression was a little dignified, and as he spoke, his body was shocked, his hands were like Dapeng spreading his wings, the golden true qi surged, and six golden wheels flew out.

"Woohoo!"

The golden wheel rotated rapidly, drawing out streamers, with different trajectories, circling around the golden wheel, the wheel blade was cold, making people's hearts palpitate, and shouted, "Take it!"

With a shock of both hands, several golden true qi gushed out and injected into the golden wheel, and suddenly the rotation speed of the golden wheel accelerated, and in the next moment, the golden wheel flew out, galloping vertically and horizontally, killing Yang Guan.

Staring at the speeding Golden Wheel, Yang Guan caught the doubt in the Golden Wheel's eyes, and said with a smile: "Do you wonder if I am familiar with the method of luck in the last blow just now? Hehe, this is exactly the mental method in the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, look! What is the real Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong!"

"Boom!"

Saying that, Yang Guan suddenly rose with a momentum of the Yang Dynasty, and a scorching breath descended, and suddenly the temperature of the surrounding space rose sharply, the blood was rolling, the muscles were like dragons, the muscles trembled, gathering tension and accumulation, and the whole body strength was gathered in a sword, Jiuyang was included, the dragon elephant was outside, and the power of internal and external integration and accumulation was really not to be underestimated.

The air is distorted, the long sword is pointed at the sky, a hot and ferocious aura is permeated, and the eyes are sharp, like a fierce general on the battlefield, and he suddenly shouted: "Kill!" Suddenly, Yang Guan's figure flashed, and he took a few steps to kill the golden wheel, the murderous aura was soaring, the blood was hot, and the sword qi was just to the yang, fierce and fierce, and met the galloping golden wheel.

"Impossible!" His face changed greatly, and Jin Lun exclaimed, Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong has been practicing by himself for decades, how can he not be familiar with it, although Yang Guan's method of luck is different, but the method of using strength and transporting qi and blood is exactly the method of Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong.

Staring at Yang Guan who swept in, Jin Lun's face became more and more solemn, and according to his martial arts realm, he couldn't see the benefits of Yang Guan's improved Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong.

But the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong is the top physical exercises, how difficult it is to improve, Yang Guan is empty and clear under the blessing of the Qiankun Bead Dao Rhyme, and the mysteries of heaven and earth are in the heart, but it is just to make the Dragon Elephant and Jiuyang initially fuse, and complete the seven or eight layers of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong Qi Training.

He couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart, who was the real Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong? Could it be that Yang Guan's cultivation was the real Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong? Immediately, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes, and his mood fluctuated and was difficult to control.

"Jingle Bell!"

Yang Guan killed, broke the wind and slashed the general, the long sword dealt with it head-on, the sword shadow was heavy, and countless bright and yellow scorching sword shadows rotated, strangling, provoking, and slashing, all towards the golden wheel, stirring up sparks and splashing everywhere, the wind was shining, the strength of the golden wheel dissipated, and the trajectory changed.

"Boom!"

With a sword slash, the golden wheel was knocked away, Yang Guan withdrew and retreated, his face was a little red, his qi and blood trembled, and Jiuyang's internal qi was exhausted, after all, his cultivation was not long ago, and Jiuyang's internal qi was weaker.

Jiuyang's internal qi dissipated, pure yang purple qi rose, Yang Guan's figure wandered, flashed the galloping golden wheel, slowly calmed the shock of qi and blood, and there were still deficiencies in the positive hard shaking of the golden wheel, but Jiuyang and the dragon elephant tried to use it for the first time, and they felt a lot in their hearts and gained a lot.

"What, it's powerless? It's my turn!Kill!" "The face showed a hideous color, a cold light appeared in the eyes of the golden wheel, the golden true qi surged, the golden wheel roared, and the six golden lights blocked Yang Guan Quartet, wanting to trap and kill him, Jin Lun knew that Yang Guan was good at swordsmanship, if he used Tai Chi swordsmanship to defend to the death, he wanted to break through it was even more difficult than last time, so he took advantage of his exhaustion at the moment to kill him with all his might.

When Jin Lun saw Yang Guan's Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, he knew that he had practiced to the seventh layer, and he was shocked in his heart, thinking about how difficult it was for him to practice the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, and it took him decades to practice the ninth layer, and among the people who practiced this skill in the past dynasties, the talent was the best, and the time taken was the shortest.

But compared with Yang Guan, his cultivation speed was as fast as a turtle, which strengthened his heart to capture Yang Guan and force him to ask the Dragon Elephant Praruo Gong, thinking of the tenth and eleventh layers of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong, thinking that he was invincible in the world, his heart was hot, a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes, and the corners of Jin Lun's mouth suddenly hooked up a sneer.

Seeing Yang Guan flying two golden rays of light, the Golden Wheel Dharma King suddenly shouted: "Darba, Huodu, shoot!" At the same time, the figure flashed, and several true qi were injected into the Golden Wheel, and the Golden Wheel was reborn, instantly killing Yang Guan to seal his side.

At the same time, the right hand punched out and attacked Yang Guan's back, and his left hand actually flew out of a golden light again, drawing a Xuan arc from Yang Guan's left retreat, the golden wheel swirled, if Yang Guan reflexively responded to the golden wheel's punch, he would inevitably be seriously injured by this roundabout golden wheel, and if he didn't reflexively Jinlun's punch, it would be difficult to stop.

On the other side, Darba and Huo Du, who heard the sound of the golden wheel, showed a hideous look on their faces, forced back Xiaolongnu, Zhu Ziliu and others, and left, their bodies flashed, drawing two afterimages, Darba picked up a huge iron shovel and swept towards the front of Yang Guan, Huo Du's figure spread, flew up, fell from top to bottom, and the iron fan poisoned needle shot out, sealing the top of Yang Guan's head, it was a long story, and it was only an instant to complete all this.

"Be careful!" The little dragon girl's face turned pale, her heart was shocked, and she hurriedly reminded, saying that her body flickered, and a white shadow chased after Darba, and the long sword in her hand pierced Darba's heart, forcing him to turn back.

Kill the game, the Golden Wheel King is a nirvana under Yang Guan or Guo Jingbu, six golden wheels are sealed in all directions, and there is a whirling golden wheel and the Golden Wheel Dharma King attack is coordinated, Huo Du seals the top, Darba seals the front, both sides can not be moved, there are four golden wheel blockades, and there is the Golden Wheel Dharma King, unless Yang Guan has the art of escaping, it is difficult to escape the disaster.

And at this moment, even if you use the Tai Chi sword, you can't hold it, you can only break it! Yang Guan has a solemn expression, his eyes are firm, he stands with a sword, looks in all directions, and deals with the enemies of the Quartet, the pure yang purple qi is agitated, the clothes are hunting, the long hair is flying, the purple qi in the center of the eyebrows is looming, the pure yang purple qi is injected, the purple mangs at the tip of the sword are swallowed, and the edge is sharp, even the stainless steel and dark iron can be cut and pierced with a sword, this is the Cangyue Spirit Sword.

This sword came with Yang Guan, Yang Guan's cultivation and battle relied on the advantage of the sword against the original intention, the Cangyue sword was sharp, Yang Guan had not used it with all his strength, and even consciously suppressed this edge, after all, there are few blades in the Dust and Sand World that can resist its sharpness.

But at this moment, I can't care so much, "Hum!" The Cangyue Sword roared lightly, causing a ripple in the air, and the air close to the sword body was as if it had been cut by a sharp blade, and the pure yang purple qi that entered the sword body was like spirituality, and it gathered at the tip of the sword to give birth to a three-inch sword, which was the magic of the spirit sword.

With a flash of murder in his eyes, Yang Guan shouted loudly, "Kill!"

Saying that it was too late, Yang Guan suddenly kicked the ground, flew up, and the figure disappeared in a flash, meeting the poisonous needles shot out by Huo Du, as well as the two golden wheels that flew down.

"Be careful of that purple mang!" A blow missed, and seeing the purple mangs emerging from the tip of Yang Guan's sword, Jin Lun's face changed dramatically, and he turned his fist as he spoke, and he rushed into the sky and hit Yang Guan.