martial law

Chapter 644 Forgot Yang Jian Has a Dog

"That's right, that's right, I feel the same way. It should be stopped, and it will be messed up instead. Wait for the news."

Huang Feibiao and Huang Feibao always wear a pair of pants, of course he has no objection, instead he advised his elder brother Huang Feihu to relax and not think too much.

Veteran Huang Gun stayed behind in Xiqi. He didn't go to battle these days. He just garrisoned the city with his rich experience in battles. He made the best use of him. At this time, it was related to the affairs of the Huang family, but he didn't say much. He just sighed secretly. Looking at Huang Feihu, he was slightly dissatisfied.

how to say?

He was a little reluctant to bring back the Dongyi woman back then.

Later, I discovered that my son has always been like this, and has never changed. He has his own purpose and trade-offs in everything he does.

That Dongyi woman is actually very useful. If all goes well, she may be able to open a gap, start with the Aokibe, and obtain the Sun Shooting Bow. Get it right and achieve something unimaginable.

The plan is good, but the execution is not so smooth.

Success is also emotional, and failure is also emotional.

Who knew that Dongyi girl, who looks gentle and gentle, has such a strong temper?

Ugh……

All I can say is that it is time.

Now in this situation, the identity and status that was obtained after a long time of business calculations in the past have become a thing of the past.

When they arrived in Xiqi, they had to start again, fighting a bloody road for the future.

I don't know, will he regret some of the things he did in the past?

……

Whether Huang Feihu would regret it, Yang Lin didn't know.

But he knew that Yang Jian would regret it very much.

With the infusion of mana and the control of the mind, the Qiankun circle burst out like thunder and lightning.

bang...

The big bell rang loudly, and the sound of gold and iron was deafening.

Yang Lin saw that the little fox Cai'er, who had Qiqing on her face earlier, had a flash of astonishment in her eyes, and her head was deformed and distorted by the huge impact force of the Qiankun circle, her cheeks were deeply sunken, There is also a deep arc-shaped impression protruding from the back of the head.

And that small body, like a cannonball, flew backwards, smashed through more than ten tents, and hit the rocky cliff.

Rumble.

The cliff collapsed completely.

next moment.

A figure leaped into the sky from the gravel and soil, leaping into the air, the light around his body was shining, and the deformed head slowly recovered.

The two golden bloods in the nose also burrowed back like worms, the center of the brow was cracked, and a vertical eye grew out, the figure was tall and strong, holding a three-pointed two-edged knife, standing there twisting his arms , Shake your legs.

While spitting out the dirt in his mouth, he asked with a look of displeasure, "How do you know that I'm a fake?"

"Is it worth watching?"

Yang Lin sneered.

Although the little fox is running around and looks carefree, in fact, this girl is very afraid of death, and she never dares to leave her son too far.

Even if Yang Lin is "retreating and practicing", he will put all his attention on her.

Not only her, but Aunt Xue, too.

Think and know.

This is someone who has been close to him since he was a child, and now he is on the battlefield. Although he is some distance away from the front line, it is not safe.

How thoughtful he must be to let these two run around without guarding them.

But in the Xiqi formation of explaining and teaching, those people are all people who don't pay attention to martial arts, and they have practiced the method of striking first to be strong.

In case the two of them encounter a strong enemy, it will be too late to save them.

Therefore, in the reflection of Yang Lin's heart lake, although the little fox hid on the mountain, watching the situation secretly, and cultivating his true essence, he obediently never left his sensing range.

At this time, Yang Jian turned into a little fox and touched him, and he spoke clearly about the battle situation. Even if Yang Lin didn't open his eyes, he could recognize him at a glance.

Even if he becomes a hundred times more like it is useless.

The reason why he kept listening and didn't do anything was that he just wanted to hear more information and see what kind of powerful abilities this Erlang God, who had a great reputation in folklore, possessed in the age of conferred gods.

Then, he saw it.

I won't talk about the cultivation base and mana for the time being.

This body is really tyrannical.

No wonder, as a powerful general of Xiqi, he worked desperately, made countless contributions, and even fought countless battles with the senior immortals without any accidents. He survived until the end.

The fundamental reason is not that his life experience helped him, but that the skills he practiced are powerful.

Yang Lin even felt that it was stronger than the innate immortal aura that he secretly learned from the little Tang monk.

His own physical body may not even be able to carry it like this.

'Is it Jiuzhuan Yuangong, or Bajiuxuangong?The one handed down from the lineage of Yuxu Palace should be the Jiuzhuan Yuangong, which claims that the golden body is indestructible and indestructible. It can even be compared in body hardness with the monkey who will become the essence of the sky-replenishing stone in the future. '

However, it is not impossible to break.

Yang Lin stretched out his hand, with the Shanhe sword in his hand, and said with a smile: "I remember that I have no grudges or enmities with you, but today I came here with a provocation, it can't be because I defeated the four generals of the Mo family, and gave you an illusion that I am really Is it immortality?"

He was smiling, his voice was cold and murderous, and the sky suddenly became dark and cold, as if it was about to snow.

As soon as he struck, he flattened Yang Jian's head, causing his seven orifices to spurt blood. Although it was repaired, it was not without injury. Yang Lin did have the qualifications to speak.

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, stood there with the three-pointed and two-edged sword slightly slanting towards Chang Tian, ​​his face was calm and cold, as if the previous attack did not exist at all: "Anyone can talk big words, if you have the ability, let's talk after you survive."

He is a typical activist, and he will never push if he can fight.

With a movement of his feet, it was like shrinking the ground, and he was three feet in front of Yang Lin.

The three-pointed, two-edged knife twists and turns, turning into a vortex of blades, twisting and slashing, the moves are exquisite and powerful.

In front of his eyes, he could only see dazzling blades, and the space was split into pieces of star marks. With one move, he was about to cut the opponent in front of him into ten or eight pieces.

The knife is the first thing to care about, and the human knife is one.

When the blade frenzy turned around, Yang Lin knew that this man's best skill was actually martial arts. He could strike a knife from almost any angle of his body. Watertight.

At the same time, while the blade was trembling, just the wind of the blade attacked, the rocks and soil on the ground had been chopped into fine powder by infinite force, and his figure could not even be seen clearly amidst the billowing smoke and dust.

"Good martial arts."

Yang Lin was delighted to see Lie.

Ever since he came to Journey to the West and the World of Conferred Gods, he really didn't have such a time to fight for tricks and strength.

These people are magic weapons at every turn, supernatural powers attack, fight, or die or escape, it is not fun at all.

Even those top mortal generals, who have cultivated their qi and blood to a very high level, lost some of their subtlety when they really confronted each other immediately. Most of them still competed in speed and strength, unlike Yang Jian who practiced martial arts as a supernatural power. Every move and every move has the power to destroy mountains and seas, but it happens to be condensed in extremely delicate moves.

There is no other secret in this way of fighting, but it is actually based on a strong physical endowment, which is the foundation of the nine-turn yuan kung fu, so it can be used.

The extreme explosive impact that is used from time to time is even stronger than Nezha.

If it is said that Nezha fights, he relies on many heads and arms, and dances many magic weapons and weapons to make up for his shortcomings.

Then, Yang Jian, with only one head and two arms, can seal off all sides and destroy everything.

"As expected of a born warrior..."

Yang Lin sighed in admiration, and didn't stop under his hands.

The sword light flickered, like silk like fog, like mountains and seas.

Sometimes it is as fine and dense as a line, sometimes it is as vast as a wave. The sword is divided into five colors, thick and light. With only a mountain and river sword, it is comparable to Yang Jian's three-pointed two-edged sword. Low, shouting loudly and fighting fiercely, he did not retreat half a step, like a pine on the top of a cliff, when the strong wind hit, he only shook slightly, but remained motionless.

"If it's just this little power, don't blame me for being tricky."

He seemed to have thousands of hands and eyes, and countless sword lights grew out of his body like a hedgehog, blocking Yang Jian from cutting horizontally and vertically, and he was still thinking about talking.

"Don't be ashamed, your swordsmanship is nothing more than that, you can't hurt me, Master Jiang thinks highly of you."

Yang Jian snorted, although he was in a hurry to attack, he was not in a hurry.

The two sides fought against each other, and Ding Ding Dang Dang made more than a hundred moves in an instant, and no one took advantage.

Although he was shocked by his opponent's superb swordsmanship and strength, he didn't think he would lose.

In fact, since he left the mountain, he never thought that anyone could really hurt him.

The blow from the Qiankun circle before, although the blood boiled and the spirit was shaken at the time, but once the Yuan Gong was turned, it was all the same thing. Now that he was beaten for a while, the injury has already improved, and not a single hair was hurt.

If the fight continued like this, even if it lasted three days and three nights, he would not be afraid at all.

According to the master, unless there are a few magic weapons in the world that can really hurt one's life, generally even if one's cultivation is one or two levels higher, at most one can only trap oneself and not hurt one's roots.

He didn't believe at all that Yang Lin would have any way to deal with him.

Even if he used those magic weapons, at most he would only hurt himself a little bit. Besides, the real main attacker here this time was not himself, but someone else.

He also only needs to hold on for a short while.

"is it?"

Then look at this sword again.

The fourth-level heart power is activated, and wherever the heart goes, there is nothing that cannot be cut.

Yang Lin laughed, and the five-color light on the sword exploded, dissipating all the blade light, and suddenly the silver light flashed, and his figure suddenly moved.

He took a step forward, the mountain shook, the silver glow on the sword suddenly lit up, and a crescent moon was cut out, and the sword and man swung downward.

When this sword was swung, it was silent.

Exceeding the speed of sound, it seemed to melt into the moonlight.

Yang Jian's heart was shocked. Just as he boasted to Haikou, his heart beat wildly, his brows were vertical and his eyes were slightly numb. Before the opponent's sword fell, his body was already in pain like thousands of needles.

'No, this sword is weird. '

It goes without saying that Yang Jian's combat acuity was able to be sanctified physically and later become the number one general in the Heavenly Court.

At this time, if you feel something wrong, step on your feet, and the golden light will light up, and you will retreat for ten miles.

The three-pointed two-edged knife was magical, retracted, and stood in front of him.

Even if he retreated quickly and blocked it accurately, he still couldn't slash this strange sword.

The three-pointed, two-edged knife held horizontally in his hand, like dead wood meeting a sharp axe, split in two with a chirping sound and a light vibration.

At the same time, from the left shoulder to the right hip, there was a deep gash with visible bones, and the heart, liver and spleen were in severe pain, and it was chopped into two halves...

Fengrui's aura is still going forward without hesitation, straight to the back, wanting to cut off the back and cut himself in two.

The indestructible golden body made by the nine-turn yuan kung fu is now crazily healed and grown, blood is splattered, and the repair still cannot keep up with the destruction.

'It really hurt the foundation, what kind of strength is this? '

Master said, there are only a few magic weapons in the world that can hurt oneself.

However, the opponent didn't use any treasures at all, just relying on mana and swordsmanship alone, it hurt the Ninth Rank Yuan Gong Indestructible Body, could it be...

Yang Jian was terrified, he couldn't care less about the heroic words he said before, without even thinking about it, a golden glow rose from his feet, and he had no heart to fight, at the same time, he stretched out his hand to sacrifice a white light.

A small dog with a thin waist and sharp mouth appeared on the spot, as fast as lightning, its mouth was torn open, and it bit Yang Lin's calf with one bite.

"Good dog."

Yang Lin's feet sank, with slight pain, he staggered, and the next sword cut was crooked.

At this moment, a soft drink was heard in the ear.

"To die."

On the undulating mountain, a ray of golden light, faster than the sound, has already hit the heart.

Chapter 645 Evil dogs are hard to guard, chase after them

Yang Lin cut Yang Jian to pieces with a single sword, and fled in panic.