There were already many figures outside the Fog Spirit Palace, Yang Jian and Ao Xinke rushed out of the top of the main hall, and they were immediately surrounded by heavy figures.

The strange tone fell on the ears of Yang Jian and Ao Xinke, and it was a shout full of anger:

"Stop these two! The Spirit Lord is injured and accidentally held hostage by them!

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding spirit clans seemed to be crazy, rushing towards Yang Jian like locusts.

"Enter the turtle belt. ”

Yang Jian whispered, Ao Xinke wanted to insist, but she looked up at Yang Jian's side face, and there was only a 'hmm' when it came to her mouth.

Although he didn't want him to face this endless strong enemy alone, Ao Xinke couldn't disobey Yang Jian's orders, and he knew that he might just be a burden here.

The turtle belt flashed brightly, and Ao Xinke drilled into it, wrapping Yang Jian with a layer of divine sense.

The spear swept, the shadow of Xuangang's spear burst out, and the figure within a thousand zhang of Yang Jian's body fell like rain, and all kinds of blood stained the narrow world in the red.

With a cold snort, Yang Jian was already dressed in snow-white divine armor, holding a long sword in his left hand and a dragon spear in his right hand, his long hair that was simply tied up kept fluttering, and his eyes were first flat, and then a wisp of war burned in calm.

What about thousands of troops?

What about the many masters?

If this body goes, who can stop it!

Several quasi-holy breaths swept from behind, and Yang Jian didn't look back, his figure was like a snow-white condor, rushing towards the direction of the city wall of Xuandu City!

"Stop him!"

"Bastard!

The voice of anger and scolding is in my ears, why does it move my heart?

The sword light flashed, as if the Tongtian Sect Master had slashed the sword intent of the Chaos Bell with one sword, and it was like Lu Chunyang's fierce sword move, swaying out in Yang Jian's left hand!

The dragon spear roared, and the body of the three-pointed two-edged spear poured out a black dragon covered in black scales and shining with colorful light, and his limbs splashed everywhere he passed!

The sword light tore open the rift, the spear swept away the enemy army, and Yang Jian's figure was unstoppable without pause!

"Siege pause! Formation to meet the enemy! Trap this fang!"

A quasi-saint general of the Spirit Clan shouted loudly, his voice echoing in this small world, and one after another divine consciousness and spiritual consciousness probed, and one after another his eyes were slightly surprised.

I don't know who shouted: "Yang Jian!? Why is he here!"

There were several powerful spiritual senses that trapped the Honghuang Daluo who shouted and forced him to ask him about Yang Jian's heels.

In just a moment, Yang Jian had already rushed out of the unknown number of miles, and corpses fell like rain everywhere he passed, but all the Chaos Spirit Clan and Flood Desolation Cultivators who dared to rush in front of him were all enemies!

Since you are an enemy, you must be prepared to be killed by him.

Yang Jian's eyes did not fluctuate, he was born from the experience of the Daomen robbery, and at this time he had learned not to think too much, not to look too much.

What does it have to do with the destruction of the spirit?

"If you don't want to die, get out of the way!"

Yang Jian finally opened his mouth and scolded angrily, his body suddenly turned into a fire phoenix, and his figure walked around, and the phoenix's true fire filled the entire sky!

However, there were already seven or eight quasi-saint masters in front of him who had arranged defensive formations to block the path that Yang Jian had to pass.

Yang Jian didn't stop at all, and his figure rushed directly into the formation, opening the heavens and opening the heavens!

Those who stand in the way are defeated!

The Great Luo Golden Immortal who shouted Yang Jian's name had been brought to a Chaos Spirit Clan wearing a blood-colored robe with two horns on his forehead at this time, and the evil aura emitted by this Chaos Spirit Clan made this Da Luo's face turn pale and it was a little difficult to breathe.

"What a strong Honghuang monk, his name is Yang Jian, what skills does he have?"

"The Spirit Lord," this Da Luo forcibly calmed down his Dao heart, here, he said that Yang Jian's heels were not considered 'betrayal' of the flood wilderness, everyone came out to mix, all they wanted was the opportunity to become enlightened, why bother to kidnap with the origin of the flood wilderness?

This Da Luo Jin Immortal was originally an elder of a sect in the Middle Divine Prefecture, and he had been in the realm for a long time, unable to break through, and only entered the Chaos Sea a few years ago to seek, followed the ancient rumors to this place, and also practiced in the Fog Spirit Realm for several years.

He also knows Yang Jian's reputation in detail, which is not a secret in the flood wilderness.

"This immortal's name is Yang Jian, and he is a disciple of the three generations of the Flood Wilderness Sage Yuan Shi Tianzun, and he is the first disciple of the three generations. His skills are quite powerful, he has Xuan Gong, he can't break his immortal body if he is not an innate treasure, and he can't be an enemy unless he is a top power......"

This Da Luo thought for a while, saw that the corner of the Spirit Lord's mouth showed a slight sneer, and added, "His teacher is a real person from Yuding, and he is a powerful master who is not born in the world, and he has been on par with the fighting methods of saints. ”

On par with the saint's fighting method?

"Heh, the six saints of the flood wilderness are only meritorious saints in the end. ”

The Demon Spirit Lord slowly got up from his seat, his slender figure exuded a faint killing intent, on both sides of his gloomy face, two strands of white hair blinked abnormally, and the horns on his forehead fluctuated slightly.

The Great Luo Jin Immortal who was kneeling in front of the Demon Spirit Lord suddenly had a bloody light in his eyes, and one hand was raised, slapping his mud palace pill fiercely, shattering his own primordial spirit.

As if unconscious, the Demon Lord held a left hand, and two women who looked similar to him on the side carried a black scythe forward.

"If you are not an innate treasure, you can't hurt it? ”

A faint sneer appeared at the corner of the Spirit Lord's mouth, and two black lights poured out from behind him, turning into two blood-black wings, and his figure was like a blood-colored comet, flying from the left side behind Yang Jian.

This momentum naturally made Yang Jian have to distract himself from it.

But Yang Jian's footsteps did not stop at all, and he raised his gun and sword again after unraveling the seventy-two changes, and the figure in front of him fell down in pieces like being cut wheat.

"The erector is arrogant!"

In the chaotic army ahead, a Terran quasi-saint smashed out dozens of streamers, enveloping Yang Jian's entire body.

Yang Jian raised his eyebrows, he had already killed many Terran Daluo before, but this was still the first Terran quasi-saint to attack him.

If he was in the middle of the wilderness, Yang Jian might still be merciful to his fellow clansmen, but this was a chaotic sea of chaos, and the other party was obviously going all out......

If you are your enemy, why should you care about his origin?

Even if this person is also a member of the Sect of Interpretation, Yang Jian can't say anything if he kills anyone!

Airplanes!

The spear swept out an arc of light and slashed out, Yang Jian first took half a step back, his figure leaned forward, and one after another streamers smashed on Ao Xuehan, but he couldn't make Ao Xuehan appear a crack at all.

Yang Jian raised his head and sneered.

And then the body suddenly exploded!

Seventy-two changes, Jinpeng spreads its wings!

The long line pulled out by the golden light spread thousands of feet away, and only then did it slowly dissipate from the end, and the figures penetrated by this golden line were all cut in half and slowly separated!

The celebrity-hun quasi-saint was full of horror, covering his left shoulder, his left arm and small half of his body had disappeared, and he looked extremely terrifying at this time.

Such a supernatural power......

"Yang Jian?"

When did Hong Huang become such a ruthless person? I couldn't even stop him!

Another stream of blood light swept by, and the corpse of the Spirit Clan that was killed by Yang Jian quickly withered, turning into strands of blood and qi following the blood-colored figure that rushed straight by.

The quasi-saint of the human race changed color again, and the figure hurriedly retreated, looking at the wound that was rapidly drying up, a quasi-saint Dao rhyme flowed, and he opened his mouth to swallow the pill before he could barely stabilize it.

Close call......

This quasi-saint frowned secretly, he actually escaped death once, and he was a quasi-saint, and he would have a sense of happiness after escaping from death.

"Crazy," muttered the Terran Quasi-Saint, raising his eyes to look at the blood-colored comet that pounced on Yang Jian's back, "Today's young monk is simply crazy......

"Die!"

The Demon Lord's grim laughter resounded in all corners of the Xuandu City.

Yang Jian only squinted his eyes upward, and the sword of the Innate Spirit Treasure in his hand continued to tremble, and was held by Yang Jian's backhand and thrown directly at the Demon Spirit Lord.

The Spirit Lord held the huge scythe in both hands and slashed downward, but the sword shook lightly before it made contact with the scythe, turning into four and flashing through the scythe, leaving three bloody marks on the back of the Spirit Lord's hands and shoulders, and cutting off half of his horns by the way.

The blood-red eyes of the Demon Spirit Lord froze slightly, and then he was furious, and the sickle slashed down at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian held the sword trick in his left hand, and the four swords that flew out merged into one, stealing the sword method from Lu Chunyang, and the sword turned into a streamer and quickly harvested the lives of those spirit clan soldiers around his body.

And Yang Jian's fluttering sideways, the black sickle brushed his body, and the Dao Yun that burst out strangled the Dao figure within a thousand zhang range.

This is the move of the Chaos Spirit Clan's hand-to-hand combat method?

Yang Jian was a little disappointed in his heart, after all, he was still looking forward to this opponent just now.

Holding the spear in one hand, it smashed directly on the long handle of the scythe, smashing the figure of the Demon Lord a few inches.

Bend your knees and punch out.

Yang Jian's left fist and right knee smashed into the Evil Spirit Lord's cheek and abdomen almost at the same time, and the latter's face suddenly distorted, and the disbelief in his eyes had not yet dissipated, but his body had already flown out sideways.

"You're also a spirit master?"

Yang Jian asked indifferently, his figure was bullied, the spear was full of Xuangang, and he was about to take away the life of the Demon Spirit Lord......

"Slow down!"

An unhurried voice sounded from all directions, but Yang Jian suddenly raised his head, and a big black hand was like a mountain, suppressing this place!

Its rhyme and coercion made Yang Jian's heart alarmed, and the Xuan Body was actually reminding him to dodge quickly!

However, there is no way to avoid it!

"So many people are bullying my little nephew, are you looking for death?"

Another familiar voice sounded, and this slightly lazy tone made Yang Jian a little crying and laughing.

An invisible aura blasted from the walls of Xuandu City, directly knocking the big hand that covered the sky away, and the breath wrapped around Yang Jian's body, dragging Yang Jian back directly.

Yang Jian glanced at the Demon Spirit Lord, who was glaring at Yang Jian fiercely at this time.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Yang Jian's fingers behind him pinched a sword trick, and the flying sword that had already flown behind the Demon Spirit Lord at some point was inserted into the back of the Demon Spirit Lord, and penetrated out of his lower abdomen.

"You!poof!" the Demon Spirit Lord spat blood, but the mysterious energy contained on the sword was hurriedly stopped by him.

In fact, Yang Jian was a little hesitant, because after the Xuan Qi rushed into this guy's body, he didn't know where to find this person's Yuan Shen.

In desperation, he also slightly destroyed the body of the Evil Spirit Lord.

That breath enveloped Yang Jian, swept away a group of alien races and desolate monks, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed thousands of miles and entered the great array of Xuandu City.

The lazy voice of the Xuandu ** master came out again:

"Listen, this kid is poor. If he is wounded by you in the future, he will let your people be destroyed. 2k reading network