dark battle

Look at me? "

"Come when you are free."

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The smile in Yang Jian's eyes is like a vortex of some kind of witchcraft, awakening Chen Xiang's almost forgotten distant memories one by one, and tracing them one by one.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

Chen Xiang closed her eyes fiercely, channeled [-]% of her mana, and raised the Heavenly God Ax horizontally to her side, making a preparatory posture, "The first thing the Heavenly God Ax came out of the mountain was to get rid of you, a big man, for the Three Realms." Harmful!"

Yang Jian smiled faintly as usual, and with a swipe of his left hand, he had already called the lotus lantern in his palm, "Okay, I'll try it today, whether it's the magic ax or the lotus lantern."

Chen Xiang pursed her lips silently, slowly grasped the handle of the ax with both hands at the same time, looked at Yang Jian fixedly, turned around suddenly, and the whole person flew around in mid-air, unreservedly blowing the sharp ax wind full of strength Straight down.

No extra words, no extra hesitation.

It should have ended a long time ago, and there was a chance to kill him, but he chose to give up every time.

What pierced the air in the blink of an eye was not Pangu Kaitian's compassion, but colorful hatred.Hate him for killing, hate him for killing, hate him for being cruel, hate him for being cold-blooded, hate him for being despicable, hate him for being hypocritical, and also hate him for the bit of blood that is similar to him.

For the first time, Chen Xiang actually hoped that Baolian Lantern could lose to the God-opening Ax in his hand.

However, Yang Jian did not recite the formula, but closed his eyes, opened his arms, and waited for the wind blade coming from the sky.

Kill Erlang God

Time seemed to be frozen, and all the people from under the cloud mirror in Yaochi Lake to beside the Kunlun Mountain stream all held their breath, watching with their own eyes the vast light of Kaitian Shenaxe draw a perfect arc.

The lotus lantern in Yang Jian's hand didn't respond at all. It seemed that he really didn't intend to use it to resist. The attitude of seeking death was obvious, but it was incomprehensible.

He is so arrogant and stubborn, why not stop him?

Just when the arc light was about to touch the body of Yang Jian who was waiting to die with his eyes closed, the arc light suddenly dissipated by itself, and the thick ancient divine power dissipated invisible, like water dripping into the sea, soundlessly.

A moment later, Yang Jian opened his eyes in doubt, wondering why he was not dead, and then, in the same doubtful expression of everyone, he guessed an answer in an instant - perhaps, the Kaitian God Ax is a relic of the ancient gods, far more expensive than the living gods It is much more psychic, it understands his mind, has compassion, and dispels the force that took his life by itself.

Unexpectedly, when everyone betrayed their relatives, there was still a god who could not speak and was willing to protect him.

Yang Jian sneered: "Chen Xiang, killing me with the Heavenly God Ax is a bit overkill?"

"Why don't you use the lotus lamp?" Chen Xiang suppressed the surprise in his heart. The strange mood of wiping sweat for the rest of Yang Jian's life made him extremely uncomfortable. "Is it because there is no lamp oil? Yang Jian, you betrayed your relatives, Now even the Lotus Lantern is unwilling to help you!"

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, as if he suddenly thought of a very interesting idea, and the corners of his lips curled up: "Okay, I don't use the Lotus Lantern, and you don't need to use the Celestial Axe, how about we fight to the death?"

Chen Xiang has long wanted to slap him hard for those relatives and friends who died in vain, "You are courting death!"

Yang Jian took the lead to put away the lotus lantern to show his sincerity, "Come on."

The two people's feet were suspended, they rose into the air, and their eyes looked at each other.

It is true that Chen Xiang has not seen Yang Jian's appearance peacefully for many years. The appearance of the immortal will not change easily. It seems that nine years have not left any traces on the other party's immortal body, as if all the grievances and grievances have never been happened before.

All the grievances and grievances really happened.

Chen Xiang herself couldn't tell, when did the desire to defeat him become so strong.From the first confrontation outside the Zhenjun Temple?From the two saints fighting on Mount Emei?Or an attempted extermination from Cuiyun Mountain?Or even the "broken bones" full of warnings from outside Liu's Village?

... It's up to you to be smashed to pieces? ...

Chen Xiang had to admit that these seven words echoed countless times in his heart.Whenever he flinched, whenever he feared, from every corner of his heart the word sprouted branches—not young leaves, but thorns.

And what Liu Chenxiang is most afraid of in this life is to be looked down upon by that person.

Chen Xiang sometimes thinks that maybe she should thank him, thank him for forcing her into what she is today, a look that this 16-year-old self would never dare to hope for.

Want to win him, even if only once in this life.

Chen Xiang was not worried that Yang Jian would sneak attack on him, so he closed his eyes first, and his soul came out of his body.

The primordial spirits of the uncle and nephew moved and flipped among the clouds, and the halberd and small ax transformed into a swift attack.Chen Xiang used short soldiers, he didn't dare to open the distance with Yang Jian, all of them were melee attacks with a distance of less than two feet.

Hate is a quiet force as deep as water in a deep well, Chen Xiang shot steadily, found an opportunity within ten minutes, and kicked Yang Jian's chest.Yang Jian was dazzled by his close-up small axe, so he simply hooked it with a long halberd and threw them away together.

It was originally a weapon transformed from the soul, Chen Xiang didn't chase after it, and simply fought with Yang Jian with bare hands, and took the opportunity to kick Yang Jian's chest again, kicking Yang Jian hard and groaning.Yang Jian was already seriously injured in the previous battle, but he had to admit that this nephew was indeed born with a good heart, a good heart, and a talent in martial arts, even if he fought against him with all his strength It can be suppressed.

After all, Yang Jian was Yang Jian, and he readjusted his state within three moves, forcing Chen Xiang to have no time to defend, and he grabbed his neck.

The gazes met inadvertently, and Chen Xiang's eyes instinctively revealed a little fear of being controlled by others.

That look...

……

"Landslide and ground crack—"

In the silver-blue light, Yang Chan fell into the bottomless heart of Mount Hua like a snow-white fallen flower.

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Can't tell whether it is caused by real memory or the illusory brain interpretation, Yang Jian always feels that the eyes of mother and son are completely overlapped in memory and reality.

Chen Xiang felt that Yang Jian's hand pinching his neck veins did not continue, and he didn't know what kind of god-given opportunity it was, so he escaped from the restraint and turned the tables. It hurts.Yang Jian, who was at the end of his crossbow, blocked less than four moves, and Chen Xiang punched Yang Jian's soul back to his body with a straight punch.

The mountain stream was stirred up by the strong mana, splashing muddy water mixed with yellow sand, and everyone present was also staggered.Yang Jian returned to his body, but he still couldn't bear the remaining energy of breaking the mountain and cracking rocks. His body flew out uncontrollably, and fell straight into the mountain stream.

Yang Jian was half-kneeling to support himself up, but Chen Xiang was already striding towards him.

"Eighth Prince!" Chen Xiang shouted loudly.

Ao Chun has already arrived with the rake upside down: "Yang Jian, what else do you have to say!"

Yang Jian half-knelt in the cold and turbid stream, looked up at Ao Chun coldly, tried his best to calm his breath, "Come on, come and avenge Ding Xiang and your sister!"

With a ferocious face, Ao Chun swung the nine-toothed rake high and smashed it down with enough mana.

With a loud bang, the nine-toothed rake was cleverly pinned away by a three-foot white bone.

"Don't kill my master!" Roaring Sky Dog flew down in front of Yang Jian like a shadow, thinking that the little fox was right, the master would actually catch him without a fight. "Master, why don't you tell the truth!"

Perhaps it was because Xiaotiangou's plain face was not half covered up, Ao Chun and Chen Xiang looked at each other as if they were taken aback, but they were not in a hurry to kill them all.

Yang Jian gritted his teeth and stood up, being supported by Xiao Tiangou.He looked softly at the dog next to him: "The price is already too great. I can't bear it, and I can't pay it back. The only way to get rid of it is to die. You go!"

"I do not!"

Yang Jian said to Chen Xiang almost in a pleading tone: "Everything Xiaotiangou does is my order. You can kill me, but please don't hurt him."

Xiao Tiangou said no, but he didn't dare to spit out the truth before his master. He was so anxious that his tongue got stuck, he didn't know what to say, so he opened his arms in front of Yang Jian stupidly: "Don't kill my master!"

Yang Jian exerted his strength suddenly, and pushed the dog's waist with his palm: "Get out of the way!"

Everyone saw Xiaotiangou draw a black parabola in the air, and they didn't know which ravine it fell into.

Chen Xiang frowned and said nothing, but Ao Chun didn't care about it, he swung the rake and went up again, but was caught halfway by a dagger, and was made to stagger backwards.

"You can't kill him!" Xiaoyu stood in front of Yang Jian, her expression no longer the same cold as before.

This kind of ups and downs and grinding scenes made Monkey King scratching his head and scratching his head, "You little fox, which side do you belong to, and do you have a score?"

"I always have!"

Chen Xiang said quickly: "Xiaoyu! Yang Jian has done a lot of evil and is full of evil. Killing him is to eliminate harm for the Three Realms!"

"No, everything he did was for you!"

Chen Xiang was taken aback for a moment, unable to understand the meaning of this sentence.

Yang Jian whispered: "Little fox, thank you for helping me so much, but I have been lying to you. I did this only for my status in the Three Realms."

Xiaoyu laughed lightly, turned her head slightly to look at Yang Jian from the corner of her eye, tears glistened in her eyes, and said softly, "You are lying to me now."

If it is said that this is a drama carefully directed by Yang Jian, it is too realistic and delicate.Everyone present looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing how to understand the intriguing incidents.Could it be understood that Yang Jian is especially favored by animals?If so, Sun Wukong and Bull Demon King clearly still hate him deeply.

Xiaoyu is not deeply involved in the world, but she can tell that although there are many immortal saints present, they decided to give birth to Yang Jian.