The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

The dozen or so generals who had just rushed here originally thought that Yang Jian's success in consecutive battles was only due to the secret support of the others.

But when they fought Yang Jian, they immediately realized that Yang Jian's 'difficulty' was far beyond their expectations.

The fighting skills of monks are generally to use their supernatural powers and sacrifice their magic weapons to fight against each other from a distance. If their supernatural powers are inferior to others and the magic weapons are difficult to resist, they will naturally lose.

But a person like Yang Jian, who cultivated his body, walked forward alone in the face of the overwhelming offensive.

Find the gap among the magic weapons flying all over the sky, and find the space to move among the many magical powers shining with divine light...

Even, there were several times when more than a dozen people fought in unison, thinking that they could take Yang Jian down, but Yang Jian was always able to find that way of life miraculously and dangerously.

Fighting with such a monk, and not daring to let the opponent get close, there are many scruples...

"Everyone! We're not afraid of losing our position, but we just can't bear the jokes of creatures from the Three Realms!"

A woman in armor shouted: "If there is a spirit treasure, please use it quickly! I have a nine-turn magic pill here, which can save lives and save lives! I will not let him lose his life and provoke His Majesty to blame!"

"Since that's the case, I can't hold back!"

A heavenly general with a slightly old face raised a bloody long sword, and an astonishing bloody aura permeated the heavenly court.

Yang Jian immediately sensed the appearance of the blood-colored long sword, and looked intently, but saw that the long sword was filled with blood, congealing into a blood-colored six-winged beetle.

The beetle opened its mouthparts and spewed out a blood arrow. The blood arrow flew very quickly and aimed at Yang Jian's throat!

"Nephew, be careful! This sword is very vicious!"

Taoist Huanglong's voice reached his ears, and Yang Jian had already soared into the sky, avoiding the blood arrow dangerously.

But the blood arrow turned a corner and struck at Yang Jian again, biting Yang Jian to death and not letting go!

And the six-winged beetle was actually brewing a second blood arrow... Behind the six-winged beetle, the heavenly general closed his eyes, his face was pale, his palms were bloodshot, and his body became weaker and weaker.

Killing one thousand enemies, self-defeating eight hundred, this blood sword is actually a spiritual treasure that can only be activated by Da Luo's blood!

The blood sword congeals the six-winged beetle, and the six-winged beetle spits out a bloody arrow to hurt people. This magic weapon is also supernatural.

If he was shot by this blood arrow, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Huh!" Yang Jian immediately had the attention to deal with it. He lowered his body and dodged the bloody arrows coming from behind him. He hit the flying sword with a non-pointed spear, and split the fairy energy that was trying to entangle him in two with the sky axe.

Afterwards, his figure flickered, and the old trick was repeated. Two figures rushed left and right, and his real body turned into a beetle, flying towards the six-winged beetle.

A heavenly general with a spear immediately blocked the left side of the six-winged beetle, and three more people rushed here at the same time.

"Do the same thing again, don't you feel that you underestimate me?"

"Yang Jian! I'm going to catch you now, and I will never hurt your life!"

"If His Majesty Jade Emperor didn't indulge you too much, why do you think you can live till now!"

These days, the generals have spoken and scolded one after another, trying to shake Yang Jian's mood.

But how could Yang Jian know how to listen?

If you scold, you can scold, you can talk, just let them go.

As long as it wasn't for such a bloody plot where one person threatened Yao Ji's neck with a sword, no one would want Yang Jian to stop fighting today!

The day general who activated the Lingbao blood sword frowned, as if he had some bad predictions. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the sound of breaking through the air behind him.

call out!

Sure enough, it was the way of Paiyunzhuan's sneak attack!

Suddenly, Paiyun Zhuan appeared three feet behind the person who activated the Lingbao Blood Sword, and slapped the person on the back of the head violently.

But the celestial general with the gun stopped directly behind the person who was urging the Lingbao blood sword, and opened his arms to protect the celestial general...

In this situation, there is always an indescribable taste, an endless feeling.

The gun-wielding general shouted: "I knew he was like this! Brother Wang, don't be afraid!"

With a bang, the celestial general holding the gun protected the back of the celestial general who activated the Lingbao blood sword with the back of his head.

The head of the former also swayed forward due to strength, and it just happened to rest on the shoulder of the latter...

Yang Jian, who had recovered his real body and rushed to this place, also felt a little messy.

That's right, although the rules of heaven are strict, they don't care about brotherhood, they just don't let men and women have sex.

But, how could Yang Jian's plan be so simple?

Yang Jian was still flying towards this place, the two false bodies were also broken one after another, and more than a dozen celestial generals showed their magical powers, chasing and intercepting Yang Jian.

Relying on the silver scale armor, Yang Jian charged forward without daring to slow down, and quickly approached the blood sword and the six-winged blood worm!

But the first blood arrow pursued him closely, and the second blood arrow took shape again in the six-winged beetle's mouth!

At this time, Yang Jian was a hundred feet away, very close, the beetle opened its mouth, and the second blood arrow had already spewed out!

Inevitable? Stop here?

This is the moment...

Yang Jian waited for a long time, and finally this moment came, and it just so happened that the first blood arrow behind him was about to reach his body.

How could he put himself in danger so easily, even with the silver scale armor protecting him.

Within a radius of ten miles, it was almost audible that a needle fell, and countless eyes were staring at Yang Jian at this moment. Those two bloody arrows were one in front and one in the back.

"Um?!"

A heavenly general stared out his eyes suddenly.

"Where did he go?"

At the moment when the blood arrow behind him was about to touch his body, Yang Jian's figure just flashed and then disappeared!

And three feet behind where Yang Jian was originally, an afterimage left by his rapid rush before slowly solidifies...

Supernatural powers, flying to support the trace!

It didn't matter if he flashed, the two blood arrows lost Yang Jian's whereabouts, passed each other again, and drew two blood marks in the air.

Baizhang, at this moment, is really too short.

Yang Jian can rush through in the blink of an eye, and can kill magic weapons and supernatural powers in an instant.

Almost at the moment when Yang Jian performed the 'flying body support trace', the blood arrow shot from Yang Jian's back had already arrived in front of the heavenly general who sacrificed the blood sword spirit treasure!

"Brother Wang! Hurry up!"

With a soft puff, a blood hole the size of a thumb appeared on the forehead of the Heavenly General who sacrificed the blood arrow, and the divine light in his eyes quickly dissipated...

And a heavenly soldier in the distance screamed, his eyebrows were pierced by a blood arrow, and his body died in vain, a pure and innocent disaster.

This scene really made many people gasp.

The first great Luo Jinxian who was folded in Yang Jian's hands died under his own magical powers.

The only blame is that Yang Jian's calculation was too ingenious, and the blood arrow was too vicious.

On that day, Lu Chunyang presented Yang Jian with the incomplete chapter of the Xuandao Thirty-six Heavenly Gang Method, and there were a total of thirteen magical powers, among which was the flying body support trace, which Yang Jian thought at the time was just a useless supernatural power.

However, as he and Tian Jiang fought repeatedly, he found that the method of flying to support the trace is easy to understand, and it may have the function of saving lives during the battle.

Among the supernatural powers that can be selected into the "Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Method", which one is useless?

With one move, he flew to support the trace, killing the enemy invisible.

What's even more ridiculous is that these thirty-six celestial gang methods are all supernatural powers of the Yuanshen Dao, and Yang Jian's Yuanshen power is not as good as an ordinary fairy at this time...

The way to defeat the enemy is not to have many methods, but to be able to use them flexibly.

At this moment, the heavenly generals were still a little stunned, but Yang Jian didn't stop there for a moment, after all, this scene was all in his calculations.

His figure was still rushing forward, Baizhang passed by in the blink of an eye!

When the mountain-opening ax slashed vertically, a general dodged hastily; when the sharp spear swept across, two more had to dodge.

But Yang Jian didn't chase, and went straight forward, swung the mountain axe behind him and hung it on his back, stretched out his left hand, and snatched the bloody long sword from the corpse of the general that day, and a blast of Xuangang directly shattered the six-winged beetle on it.

Yang Jian frowned when he took the blood sword.

He originally thought that this sword was a spiritual treasure condensed with endless blood energy when he was going out to fight that day, but after he got it, he felt that the blood-colored long sword had a cool meaning, and it didn't seem to be an evil treasure.

At this time, the generals of the heavens suddenly changed their colors.

They have all seen the power of this blood arrow, and now this unpredictable spirit treasure has fallen into the hands of the evil star Yang Jian, really...

"Yang Jian, how dare you!"

"Why don't I dare?"

Yang Jian made a gesture to sacrifice the blood sword, and the heavenly generals were startled, and hurriedly urged the magic weapon to blast at Yang Jian, but the figure fled far away immediately.

They don't have the ability of Yang Jian, they can slip the blood arrows around; as long as Yang Jian urges the blood arrows to hit them, it will inevitably end in death or serious injury.

Yang Jian smiled coldly, with the sword in his left hand and the gun in his right, he flew towards the direction he was originally going.

"Stop him!"

"That sword is unstoppable!"

"Damn it, why did he get that sword!"

All the heavenly generals were very annoyed, but no one dared to approach him.

Are they at a disadvantage? Is it really necessary to lose two ranks of officials?

After some fights, these immortals also saw that Yang Jian's own strength was not very high. He was able to fight against Da Luo because of the pointed spear in his hand, the mountain axe, and the silver-scale battle armor he was wearing.

Moreover, Yang Jian himself is also very good at fighting, and he can often find many flaws in the opponent during the fight. This is a talent, and it is also Yang Jian's greatest skill.

"If this son enters the heavenly court, the leader of the generals in the heavenly court will definitely be in his pocket within tens of thousands of years."

"The Jade Emperor's nephew is really amazing."

"It's okay, the arrangement ahead is in place..." The man stopped in the middle of his words, as if he was afraid of being heard by the expert in teaching, and secretly reminded Yang Jian.

In fact, it was not the heavenly soldiers and generals who were most shocked at this time, but the evangelists who had been following Yang Jian closely.

Daoist Taiyi kept shaking his head and sighing softly.

How many times, the real Taiyi couldn't help but protect Yang Jian, thinking that Yang Jian was in danger of life and death, but Yang Jian deftly resolved it time and time again by himself.

Today Lingzhu didn't come here, Taiyi regretted it a bit, he really should let Lingzhu come here to observe it.

And it was also at this time that Master Taiyi had the idea of ​​wanting Lingzhu to follow the path of 'cultivating the body'.

Daoist Taiyi suddenly noticed that dozens of auras were slowly growing hundreds of miles ahead, intertwined with each other, and the power of the stars poured in from top to bottom, forming a large formation.

"Little Zhou Tian Xingdou Formation? Are you impatient these days? You actually use this kind of large formation to deal with a nephew of mine?"

Daoist Taiyi was about to rush forward in a fit of anger, but was held down by a hand on his shoulder.

"Junior brother, don't worry, let's see how Yang Jian responds."

Turning his head to look, it was Guang Chengzi, the elder brother. Taiyi could only frown and nod, but secretly sent a reminder to Yang Jian.

For a while, Yang Jian heard more than a dozen voices. He had just used the flying body to support the trace, and the power of the primordial spirit was exhausted, and he almost passed out from the noise.