Chapter 256
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With a towering anger and killing intention, Xiang Yang brought his physical potential to the limit.
He also knew that, compared with Feng Wu and Feng Tong that day, without the help of the array this time, it would be extremely difficult for him to kill the nine turn expert with one stick.
He can escape directly with the dexterity and speed of Yunzhou, but for those innocent Fuyu sect disciples who died, this stick had to be sent!
Ruyi staff was inspired by his mind. At the place held by his palm, a piece of gold moved slightly. Wuyi was looking up and recalled the flying sword. He wanted to meet him, but he felt a fierce sink and fell straight down.
"Ten times the gravity?" just for a moment, he reacted, and a sneer hung at the corners of his mouth. A thin layer of yellow light flashed and converged all over his body. The feeling that his body was shackled has disappeared.
Earth friars, with nine turns of peak accomplishments, how can they care about ten times the gravity...
Seeing that he reacted so quickly, Xiang Yang was also a Ling in his heart. This old guy was too difficult to deal with than Feng Wu and Feng Tong.
But so what? With the power of ten mountains and half a step fairy weapon, even if you can't give full play to the maximum power of Ruyi staff, you, a monk who has not yet stepped into the ninth robbery, even if you can stop it, you have to pay a certain price!
Having lived for thousands of years without night, he had rich combat experience. He recalled the flying sword, but did not let it entangle with the Ruyi stick, but directly fired at Xiang Yang's flesh. Then he shrank and hid under the earth barrier.
Even if he was only facing a monk at the end of the pill period, the lion fought the rabbit with all his strength, and he still didn't take it lightly.
This is somewhat unexpected to Xiang Yang. Is it to win his life with his own life?
Then come on!
His eyes were hot, and his eyes seemed to burn out a hole in the air, and his muscles collapsed. The robe melted by the crack mountain gang was blown by the wind, emitting a faint yellow awn. The morning glow fell, entangled with the Yellow awn, and seemed to put a bloody war coat on him...
This blow was not only the physical force, but also his soul was ignited by anger and killing intention. The faint blood dragon shadow on his forehead became thicker and thicker, and finally almost turned into essence. His body also changed strangely in an instant. A small golden light exploded at the fingertip of the index finger of his right hand...
Suddenly, Xiang Yang only felt a heat flow coming from his right hand and rolled all over his body in an instant. Then, he suddenly increased his strength, which had already been used enough, so that he almost burst out the Ruyi stick in his hand.
At this moment, there was a sudden chill in Wuyi's heart, and his hair stood upright. In shock, his hands bounced endlessly, and shields were generated from nothing. A brown and rustic ancient armor also appeared.
Putting on this ancestral treasure of Ling Tianjian sect, he sighed a little and looked around with hesitation. Naturally, it felt that it could not be brought by the little monk in the Dan knot period above. Can it be said that which real person of Jiuding immortal sect had received the news and had attacked?
But soon, he found that his judgment was completely wrong...
With a bang, the thick earth barrier was torn apart. In the air, the shadow of the stick was not reduced at all. The stick body was already thick and thin, and continued to fall with unparalleled momentum.
"This stick..." Wu Ye looked at it in horror and forgot to dodge for a moment. When he reacted, the shadow of the stick had directly broken several spell shields and touched the last armor.
What kind of power is this? It was as if he had been smashed by a huge mountain. The armor was worthy of the Xuanqi level. Under his full urging, it had not been broken, but the whole person was hit into a bow shape by the huge force and fell straight down. With such a fast speed, he pulled out a long shadow directly in the air and hit the mountain hundreds of feet below like a meteor.
Until this time, the flying sword summoned by Wuye was able to pierce the defense of cracked Shangang, but without the control of the master, he could not start with Xiang Yang's tenacious body. He gave a cry of grief and was bounced off. Then Xiang Yang returned and swept back. Ruyi stick was brought back and directly swept at the weakest part of the sword body. This flying sword, a peak treasure, was directly swept and broken.
Whether it is the friar of Fuyu sect who is accelerating to escape or the master of Lingtian sword sect who comes from the rear, they can't believe looking at this scene...
A nine turn peak power and a little monk at the end of the pill were carried head-on. How could it end like this?
In the air, Xiang Yang stood in the air with his eyes lingran. Naturally, he could feel that the friar at the peak of nine turns was certainly injured, but he couldn't live.
He didn't expect that this Lingtian sword sect also had a mysterious weapon, which was the most rare armor.
However, at this time, the monks in the distance were close, and it was too late to go down and take his life. No matter how strong he was, he could not withstand the siege of so many nine turn masters and tens of thousands of monks.
Hot blood doesn't mean no brain. Let's revenge later!
Coldly, he glanced at the nine turn friars who were already close to him within ten miles. Xiang Yang summoned ripples again, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and shot straight away in the opposite direction to the people of Fuyu sect.
Although they were shocked by the situation of the war just now, the nine turn friars reacted quickly and separated two people to sweep down. Then two more with a small group of cloud boats behind them continued to rush towards the friar of Fuyu sect, and most of the main forces went straight after Xiang Yang.
They all saw it. Just now, the origin of the Xuanwu musk frog fell on the boy. It is estimated that the attack with his supreme elder just now has the power of this origin.
Lingtian sword sect's hundreds of years of planning can't fail. Now the top priority is to capture this boy. As for the friars of Fuyu sect in front, two Jian Ge elders in the middle of jiuzhuan and the friars of hundreds of cloud boats are more than enough.
The East where Xiang Yang went was the gate of the sword sect of Lingtian. Someone had been summoned back, and the disciples who stayed behind the sect had also been welcomed out. In the north, there was a small sect gate, which was a vassal of the sword sect. Naturally, someone also informed him.
The original power must not be used much. Under this snare, where does the boy escape?
But the cloud boat is really fast...
Xiang Yang didn't care what they thought. He drove the ripples straight to the East. Naturally, he also knew that direction was the door of lingtianjian sect. However, his goal now is to lengthen their front first. Otherwise, hundreds of cloud boats and tens of thousands of monks will gather fire to attack, no matter how strong the cloud boat under his feet and how many array plates in his pocket, Passive beating always ends badly.
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With a towering anger and killing intention, Xiang Yang brought his physical potential to the limit.
He also knew that, compared with Feng Wu and Feng Tong that day, without the help of the array this time, it would be extremely difficult for him to kill the nine turn expert with one stick.
He can escape directly with the dexterity and speed of Yunzhou, but for those innocent Fuyu sect disciples who died, this stick had to be sent!
Ruyi staff was inspired by his mind. At the place held by his palm, a piece of gold moved slightly. Wuyi was looking up and recalled the flying sword. He wanted to meet him, but he felt a fierce sink and fell straight down.
"Ten times the gravity?" just for a moment, he reacted, and a sneer hung at the corners of his mouth. A thin layer of yellow light flashed and converged all over his body. The feeling that his body was shackled has disappeared.
Earth friars, with nine turns of peak accomplishments, how can they care about ten times the gravity...
Seeing that he reacted so quickly, Xiang Yang was also a Ling in his heart. This old guy was too difficult to deal with than Feng Wu and Feng Tong.
But so what? With the power of ten mountains and half a step fairy weapon, even if you can't give full play to the maximum power of Ruyi staff, you, a monk who has not yet stepped into the ninth robbery, even if you can stop it, you have to pay a certain price!
Having lived for thousands of years without night, he had rich combat experience. He recalled the flying sword, but did not let it entangle with the Ruyi stick, but directly fired at Xiang Yang's flesh. Then he shrank and hid under the earth barrier.
Even if he was only facing a monk at the end of the pill period, the lion fought the rabbit with all his strength, and he still didn't take it lightly.
This is somewhat unexpected to Xiang Yang. Is it to win his life with his own life?
Then come on!
His eyes were hot, and his eyes seemed to burn out a hole in the air, and his muscles collapsed. The robe melted by the crack mountain gang was blown by the wind, emitting a faint yellow awn. The morning glow fell, entangled with the Yellow awn, and seemed to put a bloody war coat on him...
This blow was not only the physical force, but also his soul was ignited by anger and killing intention. The faint blood dragon shadow on his forehead became thicker and thicker, and finally almost turned into essence. His body also changed strangely in an instant. A small golden light exploded at the fingertip of the index finger of his right hand...
Suddenly, Xiang Yang only felt a heat flow coming from his right hand and rolled all over his body in an instant. Then, he suddenly increased his strength, which had already been used enough, so that he almost burst out the Ruyi stick in his hand.
At this moment, there was a sudden chill in Wuyi's heart, and his hair stood upright. In shock, his hands bounced endlessly, and shields were generated from nothing. A brown and rustic ancient armor also appeared.
Putting on this ancestral treasure of Ling Tianjian sect, he sighed a little and looked around with hesitation. Naturally, it felt that it could not be brought by the little monk in the Dan knot period above. Can it be said that which real person of Jiuding immortal sect had received the news and had attacked?
But soon, he found that his judgment was completely wrong...
With a bang, the thick earth barrier was torn apart. In the air, the shadow of the stick was not reduced at all. The stick body was already thick and thin, and continued to fall with unparalleled momentum.
"This stick..." Wu Ye looked at it in horror and forgot to dodge for a moment. When he reacted, the shadow of the stick had directly broken several spell shields and touched the last armor.
What kind of power is this? It was as if he had been smashed by a huge mountain. The armor was worthy of the Xuanqi level. Under his full urging, it had not been broken, but the whole person was hit into a bow shape by the huge force and fell straight down. With such a fast speed, he pulled out a long shadow directly in the air and hit the mountain hundreds of feet below like a meteor.
Until this time, the flying sword summoned by Wuye was able to pierce the defense of cracked Shangang, but without the control of the master, he could not start with Xiang Yang's tenacious body. He gave a cry of grief and was bounced off. Then Xiang Yang returned and swept back. Ruyi stick was brought back and directly swept at the weakest part of the sword body. This flying sword, a peak treasure, was directly swept and broken.
Whether it is the friar of Fuyu sect who is accelerating to escape or the master of Lingtian sword sect who comes from the rear, they can't believe looking at this scene...
A nine turn peak power and a little monk at the end of the pill were carried head-on. How could it end like this?
In the air, Xiang Yang stood in the air with his eyes lingran. Naturally, he could feel that the friar at the peak of nine turns was certainly injured, but he couldn't live.
He didn't expect that this Lingtian sword sect also had a mysterious weapon, which was the most rare armor.
However, at this time, the monks in the distance were close, and it was too late to go down and take his life. No matter how strong he was, he could not withstand the siege of so many nine turn masters and tens of thousands of monks.
Hot blood doesn't mean no brain. Let's revenge later!
Coldly, he glanced at the nine turn friars who were already close to him within ten miles. Xiang Yang summoned ripples again, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and shot straight away in the opposite direction to the people of Fuyu sect.
Although they were shocked by the situation of the war just now, the nine turn friars reacted quickly and separated two people to sweep down. Then two more with a small group of cloud boats behind them continued to rush towards the friar of Fuyu sect, and most of the main forces went straight after Xiang Yang.
They all saw it. Just now, the origin of the Xuanwu musk frog fell on the boy. It is estimated that the attack with his supreme elder just now has the power of this origin.
Lingtian sword sect's hundreds of years of planning can't fail. Now the top priority is to capture this boy. As for the friars of Fuyu sect in front, two Jian Ge elders in the middle of jiuzhuan and the friars of hundreds of cloud boats are more than enough.
The East where Xiang Yang went was the gate of the sword sect of Lingtian. Someone had been summoned back, and the disciples who stayed behind the sect had also been welcomed out. In the north, there was a small sect gate, which was a vassal of the sword sect. Naturally, someone also informed him.
The original power must not be used much. Under this snare, where does the boy escape?
But the cloud boat is really fast...
Xiang Yang didn't care what they thought. He drove the ripples straight to the East. Naturally, he also knew that direction was the door of lingtianjian sect. However, his goal now is to lengthen their front first. Otherwise, hundreds of cloud boats and tens of thousands of monks will gather fire to attack, no matter how strong the cloud boat under his feet and how many array plates in his pocket, Passive beating always ends badly.
With a towering anger and killing intention, Xiang Yang brought his physical potential to the limit.He also knew that, compared with Feng Wu and Feng Tong that day, without the help of the array this time, it would be extremely difficult for him to kill the nine turn expert with one stick.He can escape directly with the dexterity and speed of Yunzhou, but for those innocent Fuyu sect disciples who died, this stick had to be sent!Ruyi staff was inspired by his mind. At the place held by his palm, a piece of gold moved slightly. Wuyi was looking up and recalled the flying sword. He wanted to meet him, but he felt a fierce sink and fell straight down."Ten times the gravity?" just for a moment, he reacted, and a sneer hung at the corners of his mouth. A thin layer of yellow light flashed and converged all over his body. The feeling that his body was shackled has disappeared.Earth friars, with nine turns of peak accomplishments, how can they care about ten times the gravity...Seeing that he reacted so quickly, Xiang Yang was also a Ling in his heart. This old guy was too difficult to deal with than Feng Wu and Feng Tong.But so what? With the power of ten mountains and half a step fairy weapon, even if you can't give full play to the maximum power of Ruyi staff, you, a monk who has not yet stepped into the ninth robbery, even if you can stop it, you have to pay a certain price!Having lived for thousands of years without night, he had rich combat experience. He recalled the flying sword, but did not let it entangle with the Ruyi stick, but directly fired at Xiang Yang's flesh. Then he shrank and hid under the earth barrier.Even if he was only facing a monk at the end of the pill period, the lion fought the rabbit with all his strength, and he still didn't take it lightly.This is somewhat unexpected to Xiang Yang. Is it to win his life with his own life?Then come on!His eyes were hot, and his eyes seemed to burn out a hole in the air, and his muscles collapsed. The robe melted by the crack mountain gang was blown by the wind, emitting a faint yellow awn. The morning glow fell, entangled with the Yellow awn, and seemed to put a bloody war coat on him...This blow was not only the physical force, but also his soul was ignited by anger and killing intention. The faint blood dragon shadow on his forehead became thicker and thicker, and finally almost turned into essence. His body also changed strangely in an instant. A small golden light exploded at the fingertip of the index finger of his right hand...Suddenly, Xiang Yang only felt a heat flow coming from his right hand and rolled all over his body in an instant. Then, he suddenly increased his strength, which had already been used enough, so that he almost burst out the Ruyi stick in his hand.At this moment, there was a sudden chill in Wuyi's heart, and his hair stood upright. In shock, his hands bounced endlessly, and shields were generated from nothing. A brown and rustic ancient armor also appeared.Putting on this ancestral treasure of Ling Tianjian sect, he sighed a little and looked around with hesitation. Naturally, it felt that it could not be brought by the little monk in the Dan knot period above. Can it be said that which real person of Jiuding immortal sect had received the news and had attacked?But soon, he found that his judgment was completely wrong...With a bang, the thick earth barrier was torn apart. In the air, the shadow of the stick was not reduced at all. The stick body was already thick and thin, and continued to fall with unparalleled momentum."This stick..." Wu Ye looked at it in horror and forgot to dodge for a moment. When he reacted, the shadow of the stick had directly broken several spell shields and touched the last armor.What kind of power is this? It was as if he had been smashed by a huge mountain. The armor was worthy of the Xuanqi level. Under his full urging, it had not been broken, but the whole person was hit into a bow shape by the huge force and fell straight down. With such a fast speed, he pulled out a long shadow directly in the air and hit the mountain hundreds of feet below like a meteor.Until this time, the flying sword summoned by Wuye was able to pierce the defense of cracked Shangang, but without the control of the master, he could not start with Xiang Yang's tenacious body. He gave a cry of grief and was bounced off. Then Xiang Yang returned and swept back. Ruyi stick was brought back and directly swept at the weakest part of the sword body. This flying sword, a peak treasure, was directly swept and broken.Whether it is the friar of Fuyu sect who is accelerating to escape or the master of Lingtian sword sect who comes from the rear, they can't believe looking at this scene...A nine turn peak power and a little monk at the end of the pill were carried head-on. How could it end like this?In the air, Xiang Yang stood in the air with his eyes lingran. Naturally, he could feel that the friar at the peak of nine turns was certainly injured, but he couldn't live.He didn't expect that this Lingtian sword sect also had a mysterious weapon, which was the most rare armor.However, at this time, the monks in the distance were close, and it was too late to go down and take his life. No matter how strong he was, he could not withstand the siege of so many nine turn masters and tens of thousands of monks.Hot blood doesn't mean no brain. Let's revenge later!Coldly, he glanced at the nine turn friars who were already close to him within ten miles. Xiang Yang summoned ripples again, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and shot straight away in the opposite direction to the people of Fuyu sect.Although they were shocked by the situation of the war just now, the nine turn friars reacted quickly and separated two people to sweep down. Then two more with a small group of cloud boats behind them continued to rush towards the friar of Fuyu sect, and most of the main forces went straight after Xiang Yang.They all saw it. Just now, the origin of the Xuanwu musk frog fell on the boy. It is estimated that the attack with his supreme elder just now has the power of this origin.Lingtian sword sect's hundreds of years of planning can't fail. Now the top priority is to capture this boy. As for the friars of Fuyu sect in front, two Jian Ge elders in the middle of jiuzhuan and the friars of hundreds of cloud boats are more than enough.The East where Xiang Yang went was the gate of the sword sect of Lingtian. Someone had been summoned back, and the disciples who stayed behind the sect had also been welcomed out. In the north, there was a small sect gate, which was a vassal of the sword sect. Naturally, someone also informed him.The original power must not be used much. Under this snare, where does the boy escape?But the cloud boat is really fast...Xiang Yang didn't care what they thought. He drove the ripples straight to the East. Naturally, he also knew that direction was the door of lingtianjian sect. However, his goal now is to lengthen their front first. Otherwise, hundreds of cloud boats and tens of thousands of monks will gather fire to attack, no matter how strong the cloud boat under his feet and how many array plates in his pocket, Passive beating always ends badly.
