The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

There was no rhetoric, no word for word.

In the first battle, life was merciless, and the sky was broken with arrogance.

Yang Jian looked up, Qing Lian looked down, the eyes of the two collided, and they already understood that today is a situation of immortality.

Qinglian's eyes were slightly complicated, with shock, remorse, and doubts, but more, they were still cold.

But Yang Jian knew what this woman was regretting. She was regretting why she didn't kill herself the first time, but was worried about Fu Dongliu's thoughts and Yang Jian's great kindness to them Pingtian Jianmen...

"Hmph!" Qing Lian began to move his true essence.

Yang Jian was concentrating all his attention, the blood in his body was surging like a tumbling river! The waves are monstrous!

A terrifying surge of blood rose into the sky, and the spiritual power in the air collapsed!

At this moment, a gleam flashed in the eyes of the young man sitting behind Yang Jian, and the eyes of the two old men, one green and one gray, were also a little surprised.

The old man in Tsing Yi whispered: "What an amazing body training technique!"

As soon as his words fell, Qing Lian had already raised the Frost Long Sword in his hand, pointing his finger at Yang Jian, and the long sword was directly slashing towards Yang Jian!

"stop!"

There was a shrill, trembling sound from the side of Pingtian Sword Gate.

But the Frost Sword remained unmoved at all, and still slashed at Yang Jian with the fastest speed and strongest power.

As for Yang Jian, from the corner of his eyes, he saw Fu Dongliu standing in front of the crowd with disheveled hair. The smile on the corner of his mouth was slightly bitter, but the look in his eyes did not waver at all.

Inhale, blood clotting, fist wind shock!

The blouse on Yang Jian's upper body was cracked a few times, and he punched the Frost Sword fiercely!

Fist against blade!

He was originally a body of flesh and blood, but at this moment he was running his profound arts with all his strength, his blood was boiling, and it turned into a jade color, looking so fragile.

And that Frost Sword has been fought three times in a row, killing the opponent every game, its sharpness, many monks have already understood it!

But at this time, Yang Jian resisted the magic weapon Frost Sword with his fists and palms, and it seemed that Yusha was on the spot!

when!

The sound of Jinming! Shocking!

The group of casual cultivators stared wide-eyed, looking at the Frost Sword spinning and flying towards the sky, feeling a little frightened for a moment.

This subverts their common sense of practice!

Yang Jian smashed the Frost Sword with one punch, his legs were slightly full, and then he kicked his legs suddenly, the stone slab under his feet was shattered, and Yang Jian's figure rose into the sky.

Like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, he directly pounced on Qinglian!

However, Qing Lian had also been in battle for a long time. He had fought fiercely with others countless times. With a cold snort, his figure moved out horizontally, leaving only trails of cold air to attack Yang Jian.

Yang Jian swung his fist to shatter the cold air, and he looked like he would drop ten times with one force; however, he was still unable to control the air, and his figure fell towards the ground.

At this time, Qing Lian had already held the flying Frost Sword in his hand, and drew a circle casually, with sword shadows taking shape in a blink of an eye, shooting towards Yang Jian's figure.

"Take your life!"

"Depending on you?"

The blood in Yang Jian's body rushed towards his legs suddenly, and Yang Jian's descending speed suddenly accelerated, barely avoiding most of the shadow of the sword.

But there were still a few sword shadows hitting him, tearing his clothes, but they couldn't cause any scars at all, and they could only hit Yang Jian in pain.

boom!

The moment Yang Jian landed on the ground, a force of ingenuity flowed under his feet, and the stone slab within three feet of his body was shattered.

At this time, Qing Lian knew that Yang Jian's physical body was extremely strong, but he didn't have many spells, so he immediately held the magic weapon long sword, condensed sword shadows with real energy, and came to attack Yang Jian!

Why is the cultivation of Yuan Shendao more prosperous than that of body cultivation?

When the two are fighting, Xiuyuan Shendao can take advantage of the power of heaven and earth, control magic weapons, and gather supernatural powers.

A body-refining cultivator of the same rank could not enter the body of a Primordial Spirit cultivator at all, and was already bruised and bruised by magical weapons...

However, this law is obviously not suitable for Yang Jian.

Even though Yang Jian's strength is very close to Qing Lian's at this time, Yang Jian is not a martial artist who only knows how to punch and kick.

On the contrary, the battle at this time has not exceeded Yang Jian's calculations.

Yang Jian raised his left leg and fell, and there was another muffled thunder, and the broken stone slabs were shaken and suspended half a foot in the air.

One punch, two kicks, a series of kicks!

Yang Jian's movements are sometimes like a landslide, sometimes like a fish swimming, and sometimes his figure keeps flickering, pieces of broken stone slabs contain his power, and shoot towards Qinglian!

Yang Jian could stand the shadow of the sword from Qing Lian, but Qing Lian couldn't stand the stone slab that Yang Jian punched out at will!

For a moment, the sword shadow cut off the gravel, but was also crushed by the gravel.

Amidst the endless explosions, the air between Yang Jian and Qing Lian was completely engulfed by smoke and dust, but this puff of smoke and dust carried Yang Jian's strength, and tiny broken stones still flew towards Qing Lian.

Fairy Qinglian could only move around in the air, while Yang Jian was also jumping on the ground, using the stone slab as a means to consume Qinglian's true energy crazily.

Qing Lian had already started pouring the pill into his mouth, and the tiny gravels were concentrated in more than a dozen places on his body, and the plumage that floated like a fairy was also stained with blood.

The smoke and dust filled the air, and many monks could barely see in the smoke and dust, the figures who were moving up and down, diagonally facing each other, were constantly moving.

One is as graceful as a swimming dragon, and the other is mighty and fierce.

Apart from the sound of the broken stones, the thousands of people in the field did not hear any other sounds.

Everyone was staring, lest they missed a detail and lost the capital to brag to others in the future.

Suddenly, a voice was heard: "Ping Tian Sword, Sword Ping Tian!"

A flash of sword light suddenly rose into the sky, as if it was a long icy sword magnified hundreds of times, directly piercing the sky and the earth!

However, the old man who was pushed by Yang Jian shook his head and sighed: "This woman has lost."

The young master was a little unclear, so her cultivation base was not too high. At this moment, she seemed to feel that the stunning beauty named Qing Lian was victorious...

This frightening sword finally fell!

It seems to condense the infinite power of heaven and earth, and it also carries a stream of pure vitality of heaven and earth!

Most of the people who watched the battle were distracted. They seemed to see the stars falling and the earth turned upside down. Even the nearly one hundred monks affected by this move forgot to dodge at this time!

Split the stars!

Cut off the sun and the moon!

At this time, Yang Jian standing on the ground did not change at all, his eyes did not change, and his figure did not change at all.

If he had to say anything that had changed from before the war, it could only be the robe on his body.

Looking up, looking at the sword shadow falling from the sky, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Pingtian Jianmen, Brother Fu, I am not not giving you a chance, if you shout at this moment, then maybe I don't have to be too resolute...

Ridiculous, ridiculous!

Because it was ridiculous, Yang Jian laughed.

"Hahaha!"

Standing in the smoke and dust, he watched with a smile as the heaven and the earth were cut down with a sword. The headband that tied his hair and the clothes on his upper body were all cut by the sharp sword intent.

Long hair flying!

Crashing Cloud Sword!

This is the name Yang Jian gave himself for the punch he realized. After three years of retreat, he has perfected this move!

Although it is a boxing technique, it has a sword intent!

Yang Jian blasted his left fist towards the sky. Although it was slow, it seemed to make the surrounding space sink into a quagmire!

On the arm, cyclones emerged one after another, and in the cyclone, small pocket swords quickly took shape, exuding endless sword light and infinite sword intent.

And Yang Jian's arm that blasted towards the sky seemed to be transformed into a mountain peak that soared into the sky!

I saw countless holes on the mountain peak, each hole has a sword floating and sinking, containing the light of the sword, hiding the meaning of the sword, gathering on the peak of the sword, wanting to break through the nine heavens and go away!

The smoke and dust soared into the sky!

The heaven and earth sword that slashed down was directly shattered by Jianfeng!

Only the sword peak pierced through the sky, it seemed that it just brushed against the body of a woman in mid-air, but it directly hit the woman into the sky, blood flowed horizontally!

The smoke and dust rose to the sky, and the illusion dissipated.

In the very clean and open field, there was only the boy whose origin was unknown and who only said 'World War I', standing there with his chest heaving violently and sweating profusely.

The punch just now was already his strongest move at this time. At this time, the blood in his body was constantly churning, almost breaking the blood vessels and rushing into the meridians, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

A white shadow fell from the sky, it was the sleeve of a feather coat.

After that, a piece of crystal powder was blown by the wind. It was the magic weapon long sword just now.

at last……

A figure fell from above the clouds, managed to stabilize his figure with his last breath, but knelt and sat in the middle of the open space in embarrassment.

She was covered in blood, clutching a broken sword, still straightening her waist, looking at Yang Jian with aloof eyes.

Yang Jian retracted his fist and walked towards the woman step by step.

"Yang Jian! Brother Yang!" Fu Dongliu yelled tremblingly from the side, "Will my life be taken!"

When Yang Jian spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, because his blood had not calmed down.

"If I am the one who loses today, and I also have brothers who beg you to change your life, will she agree?"

He had already walked in front of Qinglian and raised his left hand.

Obviously, when she sent out that last sword, she gave you a chance to save her.

If even Fu Dongliu had yelled, "Sister, please be merciful" at that time, perhaps Yang Jian would have chosen to abolish Qinglian instead of going this far.

Qinglian sneered, and slowly closed her eyes, but she didn't say a word of begging for mercy.

Perhaps, in her view, it was just an insult to herself.

"Junior Sister Qinglian!"

Everyone in Pingtian Sword Sect was waiting for orders from the head of the sect, the peak master, or even a handyman.

As long as someone shouts, they can rush out and take Fairy Qinglian back!

More than 300 people from Pingtian Jianmen wanted to rush up at this time, but the young man who was sitting raised his hand, and the two old men behind him took a look, and the group of people were all shocked.

"If you want to kill me twice, you have to bear my revenge today."

"I won't kill you... Sure enough, there will be endless troubles..."

The corner of Qinglian's mouth sneered, showing no remorse, nor any gaffes, "Cultivators should be like this, the strong are respected, and they risk their lives to steal their luck. Heaven is ruthless, and everyone is destined to die!"

"Perhaps, in your next life, you should be a mortal and experience more family happiness, so as not to lose your humanity while retaining only the Tao."

Yang Jian's raised palm finally fell down, neatly and without delay.

The palm of Qing Lian's forehead was slapped, Qing Lian's body trembled slightly, and then he slowly fell forward, but his soul was shattered.

Loud cries, roars, and curses erupted from the side of Pingtian Sword Gate...

Yang Jian glanced away, looked at Pingtian Sword Gate, and then walked towards the group of casual cultivators without saying a word.

The group of casual cultivators subconsciously moved out of the way, silently, no one dared to pant, they stared at Yang Jian one after another, as if they wanted to remember the appearance of this young monk in their hearts.

This killing embryo, that Qing Lian is so beautiful that she doesn't even bat an eye.

Really ruthless...