Eternal Gate

kill!

Wang Yang let out a roar, and came with Gun Gun Demon.

One of his palms forms a large black mark with five fingers, and there are magic patterns flowing between the palms and fingers. Not to mention his cultivation level, just this palm is strong enough, and there are not many martial arts of the same rank. It can be stopped because of his true essence, which hides terrible magic power, and is far stronger than martial arts.

Roar!

Zhao Yun's vitality rose, and he slapped the dragon to meet him.

The two palms collided, a thunderstorm broke out, and a halo spread out.

Watching both sides of the fight, Wang Yang only retreated half a step, while Zhao Yun took a full step back, his palms split, blood was dripping, and Wang Yang hit hard and his arms were numb.

Fighting for strength, he fell behind.

Wang Yang laughed, a smirk, both excitement and tyranny, more evil spirits surging out, there were wailing ghosts, I don't know how many innocent creatures were swallowed, and even the evil spirits were hidden in the magic. Just listening to the sound would mess up the mind. In this state, he seemed to have unlimited magic power. The dark magic energy rolled over the sky, forming a cloud covering the vast stars. The magic power was increasing again and again. Perhaps the power was too strong, and the stone houses in the village were all shaken. Blasted into fly ash.

"Kirin, open."

Zhao Yun whispered in his heart and forced the unicorn body away.

The unicorn totem was portrayed one by one, the momentum surged, and the unicorn roar could still be heard vaguely. He sacrificed to Longyuan, the golden sword aura extended three inches, the sword body was torn by lightning, and the mysterious yellow aura lingered, and the sword had not yet been released. Jianwei was raised to the peak, what he wanted was a sword lore.

"What a pure blood."

Wang Yang laughed fiercely, with two rows of white teeth bare.

With a smile, a cold sword pierced his chest, breaking his heart.

Since Zhao Yun's instant lore, it is impossible to prevent.

Wang Yang screamed and screamed, and the black demon surged fiercely and hit Zhao Yun into flight.

But he spit out blood, fell to the sky, blood spurting from the sword marks on his chest, unexpectedly instantaneous lore, he was caught off guard, suffered a sword of extinction, killed on the spot, and never looked down upon death. , In that instant blood-red eyes, tyranny and bloodthirsty still remained.

"You and I...understood."

Zhao Yun said flatly, and came with his sword, his expression unhappy and worry-free.

Although it was too late to kill Wang Yang, he did not miss it.

Of course, before he arrived, I saw Wang Yang's body, which was actually standing upright again. At first glance, I thought it was a corpse. There was a black demon with Wang Yang as the center. With extremely strong magical power, Zhao Yun, who was unprepared, was knocked out on the spot.

"How can it be."

Zhao Yun forcefully fixed his body, his eyes were more satisfied and confident.

He was able to see through Wang Yang’s heart, only to be pierced by his sword. At this moment, he recovered again, and even the sword marks on his chest were healed, as well as Wang Yang’s blood eyes that had already annihilated the magic light. The terrible black light also bloomed again, still tyrannical and bloodthirsty, and even worse than before, if he was just like a demon before, then at this moment, Wang Yang is a demon.

The heart vein is broken, and it can be revived.

This sudden surprise caught him off guard.

"For many days, I'm not so excited."

Wang Yang smiled faintly, twisting his neck comfortably, sucking in the blood.

As he spoke, he could see a magic pattern in the center of his forehead, which seemed to be alive, one after another, engraving half of his face, it looked like a scary person just looking at it.

"He has a clear mind." Zhao Yun murmured.

The lucid demon... is much stronger than the unlucky demon, at least the Youlan in the runaway state can't be compared, because the sober demon has a fighting mood, and the unlucky demon will only fight indiscriminately by the six relatives. So, it is like Youlan. Lan, every move is flawed, any one is fatal.

"From you, I smell a familiar breath."

Wang Yang licked his scarlet tongue and walked slowly with the magic knife in his hand. The magic eye had its own kind of magic. He wanted to see Zhao Yun at a glance. Unfortunately, his vision was limited and he couldn't get rid of the mysterious veil.

"Sky Thunder Array."

Zhao Yun said coldly, already squatting on the ground, and Long Yuanjian had penetrated the ground.

Suddenly, the ground cracked in a radius of one hundred meters, and a series of thunder blades shot straight upward.

"This level of attack can kill me?"

Wang Yang laughed playfully. He was grim and gloomy. He kept his pace. Let Thunder Blade slash his body. The power of Thunder Blade was indeed strong enough. He cut out one after another **** gully. The strange thing is that Thunderblade blood gully. He healed in the blink of an eye, and even the bleeding blood flowed back into the body.

"What an overbearing resilience."

Zhao Yun couldn’t help being surprised, and seeing more thoroughly. Every drop of devil blood flowing in Wang Yang's body seemed to have the power of regeneration, which was beyond the scope of resilience. Such people would need to be destroyed all the way. The other party only had a breath, and he could reshape it. He believed that he had a rich experience, but a sly monster like Wang Yang still saw it for the first time. He had never heard of it before.

Whoosh!

When he was surprised, Wang Yang had already killed him like a ghost, and he slashed with a knife.

Zhao Yun stepped away from Fengshen, flipped his hand and slashed Wang Yang back. Wang Yang let out a grin, and returned instantly, with blood shot out in his eyes. Zhao Yunfei fleeed behind him and danced Long Yuan. , Wang Yang arrived again, and the magic sword in his hand changed its shape into a black magic sword. The sword was so powerful that it was powerful and capable of locking. Zhao Yun believed that he could not avoid it.

boom!

At this moment, he opened the body-protecting Tiangang.

The golden mask, centered on him, opened strongly, with a strong aura and overbearing aura.

Wang Yang, who had just been killed, was knocked over on the spot.

Zhao Yun couldn't let go of such an opportunity, stepping on the wind **** step, and his body was like a rainbow.

puff!

As soon as Wang Yang fell, he was attacked by Zhao Yun Fenglei.

However, this sword made Zhao Yun frowned. What he locked was Wang Yang's heart pulse. He never thought that Wang Yang moved his heart pulse in the first moment, and even, his ultimate sword, It only pierced Wang Yang's chest simply, without endangering his life.

"What a body protector Tiangang."

Wang Yang smiled, his white teeth were bare, gleaming with dim light.

After the words fell, his demon body shook, and the rolling magic power rolled the evil spirits violently. The nearest Zhao Yun was shaken out for the second time, and he, like a shadow, struck down with a sword.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun held Long Yuan with both hands and slashed out.

The two swords collided with a sonorous force, sparking bright sparks.

Wang Yang's magic sword was shaken off, and Zhao Yun's Long Yuan also rolled out all the way. The two swords landed in no particular order, one slanted into the ground and the other slanted into the rock, both buzzing and shaking.

Zhao Yun's arm bleeds and was shocked by a hard blow.

Wang Yang was not much better, except that the servant had the power to regenerate. The so-called scars had healed, and the blood dripping from the arm bones flowed backwards, and every drop of blood contained magic power.

"How to move your heart."

Zhao Yun's eyes flashed, and I still don't know how Wang Yang moved away.

Really, the martial arts are endless, and the only sword that has just opened his eyes.

"I, changed my mind."

Wang Yangyou's laughter was dull and cold, pinching Yin Jue with one hand.

The so-called change of mind is not to kill Zhao Yun, but to catch it alive and go back to study and study.

Hum!

Following his seal tactics, a magic tower formed by demons came down from the sky.

Seeing it, Zhao Yun flew away.

However, the magic tower has its own devouring power, and it is so strong that he can't resist it. After only two or three steps, he was sucked into the magic tower. At this point, the magic tower fell to the ground and the ground shook.

Wang Yang's mudra changed again.

The magic tower trembled with a trembling, and there were jet black magic patterns flowing on it, and the magic symbols gathered into a chain, like an iron chain entangled the magic tower, intertwined crashing sounds, like weird magic sounds.

Looking at the tower, it was another scene, lightning and thunder.

Zhao Yun was in it, and the essence and true energy in his body flowed rapidly.

In other words, it was absorbed by this magic tower.

Zhao Yun looked left and right, the magic tower can not only absorb the essence, but also has a terrible binding force. Look at the beating magic runes, each connected, it should be a kind of sealing formation.

"seal."

The corners of Wang Yang's mouth curled up, and then he changed the Yin Jue.

"Block me?"

Zhao Yun yelled, with the mysterious yellow air...forcibly cut open a crack, and then hit the crack with a subsequent punch, blasted it strongly, and he jumped out like a dragon.

"well."

Wang Yang leaned towards the sky, trying to catch Zhao Yun who had not yet landed.

As Zhao Yun had expected, he flicked his war spear and poked a blood hole in Wang Yang's palm.

kill!

The **** aura made Wang Yang furious and slew him with the devilish energy.

It coincided that Zhao Yun stabilized his figure and roared a dragon chant and tiger roar. It resonated with the martial soul. It was Wang Yang's background, and his mind was painful. The offensive was weak and slow. , Zhao Yun bullied himself closer, holding an iron whip in his hand, and slammed it firmly on his forehead.

The sound of pounds is still very pleasant.

Wang Yang snorted again and stepped back.

"Call, I let you call."

Zhao Yun caught up with the iron whip in one step, smashing his head and covering his face.

The iron whip that specializes in the spirit is still very useful for smashing people. People with martial arts can resist themselves, and those without martial arts, such as the one in front of you, don’t feel too sour. One whip after whip, the seven orifices that were beaten bleed, and the head buzzed with pain.

what....!

Wang Yang's roar, I don't know whether it is anger or pain.

His roar was quite powerful. To be precise, the surging magic power was quite powerful, heavy and overbearing. Even Zhao Yun, who had opened a unicorn body, could not hold it and was shaken for the third time.

"cut."

Zhao Yun, who flew upside down, used his soul to guard his sword.

He is a technical streamer, as early as when he hit Wang Yang with an iron whip, he had already moved the Dragon Yuan sword.

puff!

Wang Yang, who had just stood firm, was taken off his head with a sword.

Still a dazzling **** light, more dazzling than the last time.

Wang Yang's head rolled down, his headless body swayed in the blood wind, and the large wound on his neck, the blood gushing like a spring, reflected the dim stars, which looked crippled at first glance.

The terrible scene is still behind.

The headless body did not fall down, and the blood was bleeding, yet another new head was born. It was Wang Yang's head, which was twisting his neck comfortably, and Wang Yang's face, engraved with ferocious, scarlet eyes. The magic light is shining everywhere, and the evil spirits all over the body hide the wailing soul.