The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

　　 Before today, Yang Jian might have never thought that he would have too much intersection with the few monks in this world.

　　 He just came here to practice because of the weak power of the heaven and earth, and to lay the foundation for his eight or nine profound arts, he didn't have much involved.

　　 But because of a girl...

　　 So much so that she was so desperate to protect her in front of her, the monk who was facing this world alone did not have the slightest retreat.

　　 Liuya.

　　 Yang Jian didn't even know why, but he felt an unspeakable guilt and love for Liu Ya, as if he owed her a lot of things and wanted to pay it back desperately.

　　 Maybe, I saw the shadow of Yang Xiaochan in her.

　　 Yang Jian did not have time to think too much, the streamer in the dense forest exploded at his back.

　　 There is no hatred, just because he wants to protect the child in front of him, and those people who want to **** this child, **** the so-called opportunity, have such a battle.

　　 fight?

　　 is to fight.

　　 For other monks, this continuous siege is a fighting method; but for Yang Jian, this is his first battle in his life!

　　 With his bare hands, he fights against the figure standing in his way.

　　 There is no one to stop, even if the monk is all over the sky, he is like no one in and out!

　　 Despite the streamer bombardment, his figure remained motionless, but the pain he suffered was clearly conveyed to his mind, making him unable to resist shouting, and running under his feet was even faster!

　　 The old man in a yellow robe stood in mid-air, with more than a dozen figures around him, and it was another interception.

　　 The old man waved his long sword, and earth walls rose from the ground one after another, blocking Yang Jian's path forward!

　　 Yang Jian closed his eyes and lowered his head, holding Liuya tightly, and rushed away. The landslides that hit him flew, and also smashed the Tuyuan that was woven into the network, and spit out blood from the old man who stopped him.

　　 The old man did one thing wrong, and that was to send the earth and rocks to Yang Jian.

　　 Every time Yang Jian hits an earth wall, he can grab a handful of broken earth and rocks, pinch it in his hand, and throw it away!

　　 There are figures everywhere, no matter where he is thrown, he is an enemy!

　　 The violent sound of breaking through the air sounded again, and the miserable howls in the forest one after another, and Yang Jian's forward resistance was instantly reduced by more than half.

　　 find the right opportunity to continue running wildly, there are hundreds of streamers behind him, there are always one or two that can hit Yang Jian's back!

　　 "This guy must have a magic weapon for protecting his body! You fellow Taoists will quickly break it!"

　　 "Don't kill that girl!"

　　 "Kill! As long as there is a breath, we Yaoding Tiangu can save her back!"

　　 With a violent shout, there were repeated promises, and the streamer rushing towards Yang Jian and Liuya became more and more swift, and the monks were also anxiously blushing.

　　 I don’t know who made the shot. The monks' chaos broke out in the periphery of the dense forest. The sky and the underground stream flickered, and they were confused!

　　 But as long as you see Yang Jian who is being chased by hundreds of monks, no matter who it is, he will stop him, trying to stop Yang Jian, and take advantage of the chaos that day.

　　Sky Rift Valley!

　　 The most mysterious area between heaven and earth!

　　 In the eyes of these monks, there is an endless Taoist store hidden there, a treasure after the fall of mighty power, and the inheritance of the cave house of the great magical powers!

　　 Cultivating immortal sufferings, one step to the sky!

　　 These monks are all blushing, they want to use their skills, plus a little bit of luck, to fight a long-life path to the south!

　　 Everyone's eyes were red, and everyone was crazy under the fiddle of a big hand.

　　Most of the cultivators are for their own use. They are selfish and selfish. What's more, in this vast world where aura will be extinct, they can only have a fight, otherwise longevity will not be possible!

　　 In this case, Yang Jian, who is running wild with the'key to becoming a fairy', is absolutely targeted!

　　 Even if they don’t have the ability to fly to the sky, even if they are only ascetics in the foundation building stage, they are all crushed into one piece at this time, forming a wall of people, and picking up a bright sword!

　　 "Go away!"

　　 Yang Jian suddenly yelled, the sound rolled, and the monk who was blocking the road in front of Zhen Zhen was dizzy and tinnitus.

　　 And Yang Jian whizzed away like a gust of wind, slammed the wall away, waved his arms, and several monks exploded like balloons!

　　The monks who can Yukong can't resist the ordinary stones thrown by Yang Jian, let alone these monks who are slightly stronger than the mortal warriors. They really kneel when they touch them, rub them and die.

　　 "It's crazy, it's all crazy!"

　　 A gray-haired old woman stood hundreds of miles away, looking at the fierce battlefield, her voice was trembling.

　　 Behind her, there is a whole family of monks who can fly to the sky, all of them staying silent at this time.

　　 "Master, how do we do it?"

　　 "Intercept this person on the way! Even if the old man can fight for this old life, we must fight for the future of our sect! If there is an internal fight in the back door, the old body will destroy his soul and reincarnation!"

　　 "Yes!" everyone behind the old woman responded in a deep voice.

　　 Suddenly, a bright sword shadow streamer shot from behind this group of people; and this sword shadow seemed to point the way, streamers appeared from the same direction, slashing towards this sect's position.

　　 caught off guard, all the little monks at the back of the sect were cut down, and the formation was in chaos. The person in charge hurriedly shouted:

　　 "Who would dare to attack!"

　　 "The formation! It's those **** in Zizhulin!"

　　 "Destroy them here!"

　　 The two sect cultivators immediately fought, and the previous affairs are now counted, even more so.

　　 This situation is constantly happening within a few hundred li with Yang Jian as the center.

　　All the monks felt that Yang Jian could not last long, and the fight for the girl was inevitable. First, behead his enemies before he could occupy an invincible place.

　　 Later, a **** evil spirit rose to the sky, and it was brewing into this small world of secrets a catastrophe, countless cultivators have fallen here!

　　 The young monk who was thought to be smashed into scum in a short time, unexpectedly broke through the siege and rushed out of the chaotic battle with the girl!

　　 "Don't let him escape! Endless troubles!"

　　 "This guy doesn't know how to fly with a magic weapon! How come his bones are so hard!"

　　 Although most of the cultivators were red-eyed, many people kept biting Yang Jian.

　　 Before Yang Jian rushed to a big mountain, he suddenly turned around and looked at him, his eyes flashed with purple-red light.

　　 In mid-air, the dozens of monks rushing to the forefront who were swept by his gaze, subconsciously stopped their figure, each one was frightened, and they didn't even dare to look at him.

"Humph!"

　　 Yang Jian snorted coldly, his expression was indifferent, his eyes were cold, but he had an aura of arrogance.

　　 turned around and leaped, Yang Jian rushed to this mountain forest, and the group of monks who had been chasing Yang Jian had a sense of powerlessness.

　　 Magical powers can’t do anything about this, what should I do?

　　 "Where to go!"

　　 suddenly heard a shout, and a big hand fell from the sky.

　　 "Go!"

　　 Yang Jian roared, and slammed his fist against the condensed big hand, and the big hand that was hit broke directly!

　　 A stocky old man standing in mid-air staggered back and heard a rapid whistling sound. The old man hurriedly stretched his palm to resist, but felt a sharp pain in his palm.

　　 looked down, it turned out to be a piece of dead wood running through his palm!

　　 Suddenly the sound of the gust of wind whistling, Yang Jian's figure has disappeared in the forest; the fat old man's face was sweaty, and he did not dare to catch up for a while.

　　 "Chasing! Manpower is exhausted sometimes! He can't hold on for too long!"

　　 "Don't let him leave the secret realm!"

　　 rumbling!

　　 The mountain forest in front of him shook suddenly, the heaven and the earth swayed, and white mist emerged from various places. Sword shadows appeared in the Baizhang area, blasting towards one place in the white mist.

　　 Formation! Kill the array!

　　 "Damn it! Who laid the formation!"

　　 "That person will definitely not be able to rush out! I'll wait to recharge my energy, and wait quietly...he is out!"

　　 Numerous monks stared intently, the figure rushing out directly in the white mist, who was it not Yang Jian?

　　 Yang Jian was also uncomfortable at this time. Although he rushed out of the large array in the shortest time, he was still in ragged clothes, and his clothes were torn into strips. The only intact area was the area on his chest.

　　 because Liuya shrank there.

　　 Yang Jian looked down and found that Liu Ya actually fell asleep in his arms, and suddenly he was a little bit dumbfounded.

　　 found the door of the secret realm Xiaotiandi, Yang Jian ran again, but the road ahead was less obstructed, and the speed of running was getting faster and faster.

　　 Waiting for Yang Jian to approach the portal of heaven and earth, a stream of light came after him.

　　 In addition to the single-handed monks, there are also flying boats on which the disciples of various sects are carried, and Yang Jian is heavily locked down with murderous intent.

　　 An old man stood on the flying boat, stroking his beard and laughed: "Hahaha! Run here to see where else you can go! Gatekeeper! Never open the door!"

　　 The old man's voice just fell, but when he heard the rumbling sound blast in his ears, the light door appeared and slowly opened.

　　 Yang Jian couldn't help being overjoyed when he saw this, and he rushed forward, his figure swiftly skimming through the forest and gully, and got into the gap of the light gate!

　　 Yang Jian felt a little when he entered the door, suddenly looked up, but saw two familiar figures on the mountain beside him.

　　Fu Dongliu, standing on a single bridge with one sword and one man, resisting the bombardment of more than a dozen monks' streamer, still raised his head and laughed, his sword intent swung.

　　Behind Fu Dongliu, the small figure weighed on his body and pressed down a jade pole hard...

　　Little princess!

　　 Yang Jian was about to kill him in a hurry, but just as he was about to hold on to his steps, there was just a gaping light door behind him~www.NovelMTL.com~ closed suddenly!

　　 In the last scene, what Yang Jian saw was just a stream of light that carried the cultivator’s anger and slammed on Fu Dongliu...

　　The figure of the little princess is lying on the single bridge, holding the pivot jade pole tightly, his eyes are determined...

　　 "Damn it!"

　　 Yang Jian flushed his eyes and slammed into the gate of the light, but he flew into the air. The figure rushed out more than ten feet between the two peaks and barely stood still.

　　 looked up, but at dusk, the western sky was stained with blood.

　　 rumbling!

　　 There was a muffled noise above his head, the door opened again, and streams of light rushed out.

　　 Yang Jian clenched his teeth, clenched his fists to rush back, but forcibly suppressed the hatred and anger in his heart, turned and ran towards the open space in front of him.

　　 I only hate empty-handed and no long blade, and will surely comfort this life with blood!

　　 "He is still here!"

　　 "Kill! Don't show mercy!"

　　 Yang Jian faced the stream of light and stomped his foot suddenly. The hard rock was directly exploded, fist-sized stones floating around him...

　　If he just wanted to escape before, at this time, he has already committed that killing!

　　 The sound of breaking through the air sounded intensively, the next moment...

　　 The flying boat falls, blood stains the dusk!

　　……

　　 High in the sky, on a white cloud.

　　 Fu Dongliu, who was covered in blood, looked at the two figures sitting on the cloud in front of him a little blankly, and then looked down at the same safe girl next to him. He only felt like he was dreaming and he took a long breath.

　　 The middle-aged Taoist master stood up and said to him, "If you can help my apprentice in this crisis, I would like to thank you for him."

　　 Fu Dongliu's gaze was even more dazed, and he was a little at a loss for a while, bowed his head and clasped his fists in return.