The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian always felt familiar with this ferocious air.

Co-workers?

No, although it is similar to Gonggong's fierce aura, there are some differences between the two; moreover... in front of the huge mountain axe, a headless figure slowly condenses.

The breasts are the eyes, the belly button is the mouth, and the whole body is covered with muscles like the roots of old trees, and a feeling of greenness emerges spontaneously.

But his figure is not real, it seems a little translucent.

Yang Jian carefully felt that the source of this figure was the giant axe.

Dayu's voice suddenly came from next to my ear: "The mental state test is over, whether you can take this mountain axe depends on whether you can suppress this evil spirit."

"Thank you senior for reminding me."

Yang Jian couldn't help chuckling after saying that, he called out the pointed spear with his left hand, and stood proudly.

In fighting, he is more confident than living in an illusion.

As soon as the non-pointed gun came out, the six or seven people on the altar were more or less surprised.

"What's the matter with this aura?" Shennong looked at the spear in Yang Jian's hand, "Fellow Daoist Fuxi, please deduce the origin of this spear. Everyone with this aura is an unrivaled soldier. Why did he come to ask for the mountain axe?"

The old man holding the gossip plate pointed his finger on the gossip plate, and in just a moment, he said the gun's heel.

It is really too difficult to hide anything from his gossip deduction.

Yang Jian and Xing Tianxuying were confronting each other, and the aura of the two was slowly rising, as if they were waiting for something, and they did not waver at all.

After the old man told the origin of the pointless spear, several emperors showed some relief.

The middle-aged man with the long sword smiled and said: "This son is really lucky. Not to mention marrying the princess of the Dragon Palace, he also took such a treasure from the Dragon Palace."

"On the contrary, I think that in the future, Dragon Palace will still owe him something."

"Shen Nong is in trouble, and its power is not even ten percent away from its peak, but if it can be forged, it must be on top of the mountain axe." Shennong stroked his beard and smiled, which was somewhat meaningful.

Before Shennong could speak, Yang Jian and Xing Tian Xuying suddenly started to confront each other.

Seeing Yang Jian holding the pointed spear with both hands, he took three big strides and his figure had already increased his speed to the extreme, leaving three phantoms on the spot, a shot piercing his heart!

The shadow of Xing Tian also rushed forward almost at the same time as Yang Jian. He held a shield in his left hand and an ax in his right.

when!

Where the shield spears collided, a series of sparks bloomed! A powerful force erupted and turned into a shock wave, causing the entire Huoyun Cave to tremble slightly!

"Don't disturb that great emperor's retreat," the old man holding the eight trigrams plate said in a low voice, and the eight trigrams plate in his hand burst into beams of light, pouring into the four stone walls of the cave where Yang Jian was, forming a large formation.

How could Yang Jian notice such a change at this time?

As soon as he started, he found that the shadow of Xingtian was the enemy, so he naturally dealt with it wholeheartedly, not daring to be careless.

Xing Tian raised his shield to block Yang Jian's shot, neither of the two figures retreated, but Xing Tian grabbed the ax behind the shield and slashed at Yang Jian, coming very fiercely.

Yang Jian turned sideways and raised his gun. The invisible tip of the gun sparked a stream of fire on Xing Tian's shield. He directly pointed the ax away, then swung it at a tricky angle, and slid towards Xing Tian's phantom.

He moved very quickly, even if this phantom of Xingtian had recorded Xingtian's tactics in his heyday, he had to take half a step back at this time, not daring to let the tip of the spear hit him.

The shield suddenly turned sideways and hit Yang Jian directly; Yang Jian also had to step back half a step, and the spear shot a little cold light and hit the shield.

Look at these two 'people', they don't display supernatural powers, they don't see mana, they look like two generals fighting on the battlefield, one shot proudly pointed at the ax and shield, and the fight was indistinguishable for a while.

The man in the yellow robe with the sword exclaimed: "You are really a fierce general!"

A scribe said with a smile: "I am a human cultivator, and I rarely see those who forge their muscles and bones to cultivate their bodies. To achieve this achievement, they must have spent a lot of hard work and experienced a lot of suffering."

"Five hundred years," said the old man holding the gossip plate with some emotion, "This son has only cultivated the body profound art for five hundred years."

For a moment, the faces of several emperors were even more surprised, and the eyes they looked at Yang Jian became more 'appreciative'.

Dayu groaned for a while, seeing that Yang Jian's spear skills were superb and his power was not under the phantom of Xing Tian, ​​he said: "If so, it is fate that he takes the mountain-opening axe."

"It's still unknown whether we can pass the next two levels." Uncle Saber sighed with emotion, and began to worry about Yang Jian.

The mountain-opening ax is different from the treasures of other emperors. The origin of this ax is very tortuous. Although it came from the incarnation of a saint and the hands of the Supreme Lord, there is a story before that that makes people have to be cautious.

It was a murderous thing stained with the blood of the Supreme.

Let's look at the battle between the two, just dozens of moves and more than ten rounds, it has reached the point of desperate fighting.

Yang Jian's long spear fluttered suddenly, and the tip of the spear sprinkled stars all over the sky. He used offense as defense to defuse many attacks from the ax shield;

It was actually faintly gaining the upper hand!

"kill!"

Xing Tian Xuying let out a roar, his figure became more and more violent, and his headless body was dyed blood red!

The phantom's strength suddenly soared, and Yang Jian failed to catch up with his move, and was directly thrown into the air.

It's a good thing that Yang Jian should become a fool and was not hit by Xing Tian's axe, otherwise he must be in a very embarrassing situation at this time, dripping with blood.

"Do you really think I can't take you down?"

Yang Jian also lost his temper, snorted coldly, purple, red, and orange divine light burst out from his body, the blood in his body was boiling, the profound energy was surging, and the Xuangang was poured into the sharp spear, and the spear suddenly lit up!

"kill!"

"One battle!"

The two figures rushed at each other again, and Yang Jian shot with all his strength this time, without reservation, except that he didn't use the Cloud Paving Brick and the Demon Slaying Sword, all his other abilities were displayed!

The pointless spear seemed to turn into a black dragon, the dragon's claws slapped at the ax shield, and the dragon's tail swept across the ax shield, knocking Xing Tian Xuying back and forth, forcibly suppressing it.

But how could Yang Jian be satisfied?

He didn't want to fight Xing Tian Xuying casually to prove his bravery; he wanted to win the battle and take away the mountain ax behind Xing Tian Xuying!

"open!"

Yang Jian yelled loudly, his spirits were flying high, his long hair flew upside down, and he was in the air, and he slammed the shield with a powerful and steady shot!

boom!

Xing Tian Xuying bent his legs, unable to support his left leg, and knelt down on one knee!

Yang Jian's spear bounced off the trend, his figure turned around, and he stepped on the shield held by Xing Tian with his left foot to relay, dodging Xing Tian's slanting axe, and rushed behind Xing Tian again!

When the shadows of swords and swords intersected, Yang Jian immediately shot back the carbine!

The body of the gun trembled, and the tip of the gun stuck into Xing Tian Xuying's back, as if it had pierced a stubborn rock.

The Xuangang exploded violently, and the phantom roared into the sky, but the sharp spear shadow pierced through his whole body, even the ax and shield were torn and shattered by the spear shadow!

That evil spirit was cut to pieces by Yang Jian abruptly!

"I can kill Gong Gong's evil spirit, let alone you?"

Yang Jian said in a cold voice, the moment he retracted the spear, a spear shadow fell behind him, smashing a ray of blood that wanted to take the opportunity to penetrate into the back of his head.

After the last demon slaying in Beizhou, Yang Jian already knew that the evil aura left by these powerful witches actually had some spirituality.

This seems to be related to the heel of the Wu clan, but no one has found out.

With the lessons learned from the past, Yang Jian will naturally not be attacked this time, and the source of the fierceness will be cut off with one shot.

Yang Jian turned around and looked at the mountain axe.

At this time, the ax was no longer bound by heavy iron chains, and it was floating there obliquely; there was a lot less fierceness on it, but it revealed a majesty like an emperor.

Look at this mountain-opening axe, it is as tall as a person, and its whole body is made of stone. It has a single blade and a broad back, which is very suitable for chopping.

There are a few golden bloodstains on the blade of the axe, the bloodstains seem to be new, and the bloodstains are still fresh after thousands of lifetimes...

Dayu's voice sounded beside Yang Jian's ear.

"You have suppressed the fierceness of this mountain-opening axe. It is better than I thought. It can shatter the overflowing evil spirit. If you can take this axe, go ahead and take it."

"Thank you, senior!" Yang Jian finally breathed a sigh of relief, put away the pointed spear, but cautiously reached out to the handle of the mountain axe.

On the altar at this time, those sages of the human race all showed some smiles.

But this is not a smile for Yang Jian's happiness. On the contrary, there is a little... playfulness in these smiles.

Seeing that Yang Jian's left hand was grasping the handle of the axe, the picture scroll presented on the table suddenly changed again.