The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

In the sky above Meishan, two figures confronted each other. The moment the figures overlapped, the knives and guns intersected, bursting out thunderous flames, setting off a gust of wind, and raging between the heaven and the earth.

The two figures were chasing after each other, fighting fiercely, killing indiscriminately.

Obviously neither of these monsters and gods used their magical powers to connect with the power of the heaven and the earth, but the aftermath of the mutual killing caused the wind and rain to become out of balance and the color of the sky and the earth changed within a thousand miles.

Can the physical body be so strong?

Really, all the immortals and gods in the sky were astonished, and the five continents and the four seas lost their voices.

Immortal soldiers in the sky, demon soldiers on the ground, the two armies confront each other, and the master will go first!

The leader of the eight monsters in Meishan, Lin Zhi, the dragon spirit king, challenged Yang Jian. After probing, Yang Jian dismissed the attack lightly, and was shocked.

In the battle for the Meishan monster clan, Jiaolongjing directly used the secret method of burning blood to repel Yang Jian with a quick battle.

But he never thought that this was the case, the treasured sword in his hand was still no match for Yang Jian's three-pointed double-edged spear, and as soon as he fought, the big sword in his hand fell to the disadvantage and was firmly suppressed by Yang Jian.

There is no you coming and going, and there is absolutely no way to talk about equal shares. It is completely Yang Jian's mad attack and failure to defend, and Wang Linzhi's retreat.

Let's judge!

In terms of strength, Wang Linzhi is no match for Yang Jian; in terms of martial arts, Wang Linzhi's moves are a bit fierce, and the change is less than one-tenth of that of the three-pointed two-edged spear. Where is the chance of winning?

But this battle, in the eyes of others, was fought vigorously and fiercely.

Yang Jian held the long spear in his hand, and sometimes stabbed forward with the spear, and swung left and right when he changed hands; Wang Linzhi struggled to deal with it, and basically used the big knife in his hand as a shield.

Wang Linzhi thought, if he fights so hard with Yang Jian, he will definitely lose, so he should find a way to switch from defense to offense.

But where did Yang Jian give him a chance to distract himself? The three-pointed, two-bladed spear pointed at Wang Linzhi's throat, and the latter retreated in a hurry, his figure starting to feel a little embarrassed.

For Wang Linzhi to have such thoughts, he has already lost his spirit.

"Brother!" A shout came from above Meishan, and it was Yuan Hong who was sitting in the second place in Meishan. This white ape was hiding his secrets, and shouted at this time: "It's better to use magical powers to take him down!"

Wang Linzhi drew his sword and retreated, but Yang Jian chased forward with his gun, not giving Jiaolong Jing a chance to display his supernatural powers.

This time, Wang Linzhi was directly at a disadvantage, and was chased by Yang Jian and ran away in the sky and the ground, and the dragon spirit screamed in anger.

But this guy's ability is still there, and Yang Jian can't take him down for a while.

Yang Jian thought to himself: A long battle is not good for our already superior morale.

Immediately snorted coldly, and no longer hid the tricks, the mysterious beads in his body brightened, thirty-six mysterious beads on the chest and abdomen rose up, forming a small Zhou Tianxing formation above his head.

In the early morning, the Golden Crow star was shining brightly, but big stars appeared in the sky, casting a piece of starlight like a waterfall, engulfing Yang Jian.

Finally, Wang Linzhi was able to breathe for a while, raised his sword, opened his mouth wide, and sprayed blood from his heart on the blade.

The demon knife in his hand trembled slightly, and there was a faint sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring, which was breathtaking!

This is blood-burning and blood-spraying. After the battle, no matter whether he wins or loses, Wang Linzhi's vitality will be greatly injured, but Wang Linzhi is eager to protect the mountain, and he also wants to become famous through this battle, so he really doesn't care too much.

jingle……

The bell sounded from somewhere, and it slipped into Wang Linzhi's ears without a trace. Wang Linzhi's expression froze, and his eyes gradually turned red.

A powerful demon clan made a secret move to fully arouse the power of Wang Linzhi's demon soul!

"Ah!" Wang Linzhi raised his head and shouted, this time the roar was a little more painful.

Looking at the other side, the starlight gradually recedes, revealing Yang Jian in a light yellow robe; the starlight is attached to the light yellow robe, making Yang Jian feel a little ethereal.

And the three-pointed two-edged spear he held in his hand was even sharper, its cold light flickered, and it had the power of a star.

This is Yang Jian's complete combat power!

"Should die!" Wang Linzhi roared, brandishing a big knife and charging forward, spilling dozens of bloody knife lights all the way, and slashing at Yang Jian first.

Yang Jian jumped up high, passed most of the knife light, and swooped down from the sky like an eagle fighting a rabbit.

Its speed is very fast, and it sprinkles afterimages of starlight all the way!

"Yang Jian!"

Wang Linzhi gritted his teeth and roared, and the two figures confronted each other again!

Yang Jian was concentrating on responding, searching for the flaws in Wang Linzhi's body, his mind suddenly became clear for a while, and felt that the waves of saber light suddenly slowed down a lot; not far away, Wang Linzhi's ferocious face was clearly visible in his eyes.

slow……

This dragon essence seemed to have fallen into an invisible quagmire, and it swung its saber very slowly.

quagmire?

It seems that what hinders this dragon spirit is the ropes that bind him one after another; and I, for some reason, jumped out of these ropes, feeling free and free from stagnation.

'The rope is the Tao. '

A voice sounded from the bottom of my heart, and after saying this sentence, there was no more sound. Yang Jian couldn't tell whose voice it was, it seemed to belong to the master, and it seemed that it was the indomitable giant he had realized.

Closing his eyes, Yang Jian has never felt so relaxed.

Holding the three-pointed and double-edged gun with both hands, this gun is also integrated with himself, enjoying the sudden lightness at this moment.

When Yang Jian opened his eyes, his eyes were very peaceful. The three-pointed double-edged gun seemed to come alive by itself, and 'dragged' Yang Jian's hands, drawing traces that coincided with the avenue.

The second collision between the two broke out the moment Yang Jian swung his gun!

This time, there was no thunder and flames, nor was there any strong wind impact...

At the moment of the collision with the naked eye, others seemed to see flickering lights of knives and gun shadows in the aisle;

But the cultivator can fully capture the fight between the two at that moment with his spiritual sense, but it takes a long time in his heart to recollect the action of the fight between the two.

Wang Linzhi swung eighteen knives, and Yang Jian swung seventy-two spears.

There is some tranquility between heaven and earth, and the tranquility is a little weird.

Yang Jian and Wang Linzhi turned their backs to each other, Yang Jian turned around slowly, his eyes were out of focus, and his mind was reminiscing about the wonderful realm he had just fallen into.

The starlight on the pale yellow robe gradually gathered, and a hair on the forehead was slightly broken and slowly fell down.

But Wang Linzhi kept his back to Yang Jian, and did not move, until a slit of blood suddenly appeared on his forehead, and the blood gushed out, and wounds of different lengths suddenly appeared all over his body, and the blood gushed out all over his body, and his whole body quickly deflated like a drained air bag!

"Brother!"

On the top of the mountain, Yuan Hong let out a mournful cry, and the seven monsters of Meishan shouted at the same time.

The young general of the Heavenly Court with his quiver on his back shouted loudly: "True Monarch wins!"

Yang Jian flashed his figure and appeared in front of Wang Linzhi. With a light sweep of the three-pointed double-edged gun, Wang Linzhi's head was thrown high into the air. The Xiaotian dog bit his hair directly and galloped across the sky.

Yang Jian's morale was greatly boosted!

"The whole army obeys the order! Kill the demon of Meishan!"

The figures on Meishan shouted in unison: "No!"

The generals of Meicheng rushed to the front, Zhang Boshi raised his head and roared, "Revenge for Meicheng!"

The Meicheng soldiers roared at the same time, and directly pressed towards the top of Meishan Mountain!

Seeing this, Yang Jian could only sigh from the bottom of his heart. He didn't use military orders to stop him, but he rushed to the front, his eyes locked on the white ape standing on the drum platform in the mountain.

Yuan Hong, the legendary arm-armed ape, although he was mixed among the monster clan, he was regarded as the spirit of the world.

The ability of this ape may still be higher than that of Wang Linzhi.

But at this time, Yang Jian ignored his military might.

Looking at the army, Da Ang brought more than a dozen war witches to the front of Meicheng, and Yaoben was their old enemy. Their killing intent was not weaker than that of Meicheng's generals, and they directly filled the vacancy of Meicheng's generals.

The mourning soldiers will surely win. The generals of Meicheng at this time are all here to fight the Meishan monsters. Those eyes alone scare the Meishan monsters from looking directly at them.

Looking at the left wing, the magical powers and magic weapons of the immortal heroes sprinkled down the sky; looking at the right wing, the heroes of the Dragon Palace control the wind and rain.

What frightened the Yaozu the most was the celestial soldiers who had laid a net in the sky. If there were a few more hundred thousand thunderbolts, this Meishan might be razed to the ground!

The pig spirit roared with a cry: "The one who kills Yang Jian will be the new king of Meishan!"

But instead of boosting morale, these words made the group of monsters tremble even more.

Holding the iron rod tightly, Yuan Hong looked at the army under the sky, his eyes were full of anger, but under the anger, he did not lose his mind.

"Also ask the ancestor to help!"

"Alas!" With a soft sigh, three figures appeared in the sky above Meishan Mountain, and waved their palms at the same time to the three armies rushing down, whipping up a strong wind, trying to blow them away.

"Heh," he heard a half-sneer, but more than a dozen Taoists appeared in the sky above Yang Jian's head, and the leader was the second apprentice of Yuxu Palace, Chi Jingzi, "Look at the demon clan, they are exhausted."

Before the words fell, Daoxing Tianzun on the side offered a dharma cover, which instantly wrapped the soldiers and horses of Yang Jian's side, and let the strong wind blow the sky, but they couldn't blow half of their hair at all.

Great skill!

Three patriarchs jumped out of Yaozu, but more than ten powerful people jumped out from Yang Jian's side.

Naturally, not all of the ten or so powerful men came from Yuxu Palace, and four of them were veterans who guarded the human race in the prehistoric five continents.

Seeing this, how dare the three Yaozu patriarchs stay longer?

He flicked his sleeves, turned and moved, and disappeared without a trace.