"Xi Yuhuang, why don't you fight back? Are you laughing at me?" Yang Jing's stormy offensive suddenly stopped, from 'fast' to 'still', the sudden change made everyone intuitively feel like vision appeared.
Neutral.
Xi Yuhuang was keenly aware of the crisis.
Is it a pause? Is it still? Is it gaining momentum!
The next second, accompanied by a low roar, Yang Jing's figure that had just stopped suddenly rose up, sliding sideways, turning and twisting, similar to Yaowangfu's peerless Qinggong, and also like the movement of Qitian Palace.
Change of form.
Blending? Mixing?! Sublimation?!
When everyone blinked, Yang Jing's suddenly violent figure disappeared without a trace. Before they could react, Xi Yuhuang had already solidified behind him.
Calm and cold, like a beast suddenly awakening, its scarlet eyes flashed with a compelling blood light.
Bang!! The tip of his toes hit the ground for an instant, and he stopped abruptly from the speeding figure. At this moment... Yang Jing's eyes were filled with blood, and the power in his body surged like a volcano. As his body turned, and with the tungsten metal
With the rotation of the stick, a fierce and terrifying aura suddenly surged.
The most powerful secret obtained through experience in Hengduan Mountain, the critical strike technique!
Whoops! The strong wind roared, and there were aftershocks. The tungsten metal stick hit Queen Xi Yu's head with the force of a landslide and the force of thunder.
Is this a competition? This is killing!! Whether it’s the look in the eyes, the momentum, or the all-out explosion without hesitation at this moment, what is contained inside and outside is so clear and cold...the aura of killing...
"Lao Yang, stop!!" Sensing the terrifying killing aura and the power contained in this attack, Xu Yun and others could no longer remain silent and rushed forward with anxious roars.
Is this going to kill Emperor Xi Yu??
Faced with Yang Jing's violent and violent offensive, Xi Yuhuang was in a dodging state from beginning to end, but at this moment... the quasi-emperor's peak power exploded. Driven by his anger, Yang Jing gathered all his essence to explode at this moment... The power can be imagined
And know!!
This time, Xi Yuhuang's eyes changed obviously, because he felt a terrifying power similar to that of an emperor from this critical attack! Although it is a bit unbelievable, but... it is real!! With the quasi-emperor
With such power, an explosion of imperial power? How is that possible?!
What kind of person in this world can create such a disciple? Qi Tian Palace???!!!
Without any hesitation, the imperial power that was deliberately suppressed burst out in an instant.
even so……
Pfft! The tungsten metal stick swept across, the sharp edge mixed with fierce strength, and scratched Xi Yuhuang's shoulder on the spot. The skin and flesh were torn, and blood spattered. The unimaginable impact force finally made Xi Yuhuang's body lose weight.
Balanced.
"Emperor Xi Yu!!" In this microsecond, in this negligible gap, Yang Jing, who was under the momentum of a violent attack, actually took advantage of the opportunity to abandon the tungsten metal stick, and dodge with his bare hands. Bang
Then the clenched iron fist hit Xi Yuhuang's chest.
Continuous, rapid, and sudden!! There is also the surge and entanglement of the violent aura, and the killing aura is so heavy!!
Bang! Xi Yuhuang took action with all his strength, blocking Yang Jing's iron fist attack at the critical moment that could wipe out any incident. With a thunderous roar, Yang Jing, the attacker, was stopped abruptly, and even retreated with a bang.
Three steps, leaving deep footprints. As the interceptor, Xi Yuhuang reached ten meters away, seemingly widening the distance, but... he was slipping...
The stormy offensive finally hit a bottleneck.
The thrown away tungsten stick was inserted diagonally between the two of them, reflecting a heavy black brilliance under the scorching sunlight, and filled with an icy aura, especially the bright red tip and a little bit of minced meat.
The atmosphere in the whole place was frozen!! Xu Yun and others were frozen in place, their pupils dilated slightly, their expressions were slightly relaxed, but there were also some other colors, targeting Yang Jing, and even more targeting Xi Yuhuang!
Yuwen Huangxue finally changed his expression, his deep eyes seemed to penetrate all things in the world, and he locked on Xi Yuhuang tightly. The hands behind his back tightened slightly unconsciously. This was a sign of attack! This was a vigilant reaction!
!
At the corners of the left and right sides of the northern city wall, Yaya and Fang Zhongshou stood respectively, one dead, one gloomy, one dull, one cold, but at this moment, their sights were either blurry or clear towards Xi Yuhuang! Yaya
Dead silence remains, sluggishness remains, Fang Zhongshou's hands clenched in his sleeves...like breathing...tense...relaxed...tightened...relaxed...the eyes behind the glasses flashed sharply...
Yang Jing stopped where he was. The rise and fall of his chest was a little obvious, and the shaking of his right arm was also a little obvious. However, his sharp and cold eyes also showed obvious changes, and his brows were tightly furrowed.
Ten meters away, Xi Yuhuang still stood with his hands behind his back, his shoulders were bloody and bloody, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, a bloody evil spirit, a bloody enchantment! His long gown and long hair were gently fluttering in the wind, and his face was so handsome that it was evil.
Indifferent and unchanging, the dark pupils looked straight ahead, encompassing the whole world, and seemed to be staring at the only Yang Jing.
"Congratulations. Yaowang Mansion, Prayer Hall, and Tang Sect have lived up to their reputations." Xi Yuhuang did not pay attention to his injuries. His calm tone also did not bless his internal energy. It was very soft and indifferent. Only the two of them could hear it clearly.
Yang Jing didn't pay attention to Xi Yuhuang's congratulations, and stared at him closely, his eyes changing from cold to complicated, and then back to cold again: "Is this the reason for your betrayal?"
"...Betrayal..." Xi Yuhuang raised his head slightly and stared blankly at the scorching sun in the sky. He murmured this special word in his heart. He thought he could face it indifferently, but why did Yang Jing feel so worried when he said this word?
A hint of... sourness...
Is it simply because of this word? Or is it because of Yang Jing?
"Dicheng placed Tianmen's hope on you, and this is your reward? When he became emperor, when he rebelled??! At least for half a month, where were you? What was the reason for the rebellion?" Yang Jing's breathing changed.
The words became thick and urgent, and the tone was not polite at all, sharp and mean.
Deep love, deep hatred! The past flashed through his mind one after another, but it merged with the cruelty of reality. Such a cruel confrontation made the mature man lose his mind again.
"It's been half a month... it's been half a month..." Emperor Xi Yu looked slightly dazed. Unknowingly, it had been half a month since he left Buddhism. He had successfully completed his transformation and should have enjoyed the excitement of becoming an emperor. In fact, he was... confused... struggling.
…
Is this an excited half-moon? Or is it a struggling half-moon like a walking zombie?
Are you thinking? Are you searching? Or are you struggling to move forward in the darkness of your soul?
Who...could...understand...
"Emperor Xi Yu...you have disappointed me so much..." Yang Jing's suppressed anger finally broke out, and with a roar that was almost a roar, his figure suddenly rose up, and he ran wildly, with afterimages filling the air.
Bang! Along the way, the tungsten-gold sticks passed by, the speed became faster and faster, and the momentum became more and more crazy. As the body moved forward rapidly, the tungsten-gold sticks whirled and spun.
After ten wild steps, Yang Jing's expression suddenly became ferocious. With the last step, his toes hit the ground, making a muffled sound. His whole body was like a roaring dragon, soaring into the sky. He held the tungsten-gold stick in mid-air with both hands.
He violently bombarded Emperor Xi Yu below.
"I can bear the cold eyes of the world; I can bear the imprisonment of my soul; I can bear the suppression of ambition. But..." Xi Yuhuang stared at Yang Jing rising into the sky, a hint of sorrow flashed deep in his eyes.
The tungsten-gold club whizzed down, and the landslide shook the wilderness.
Xi Yuhuang floated to the back at the critical moment, narrowly avoiding this violent bombardment.
"Emperor Xi Yu, you...are not worthy of the honor bestowed upon you by Brother Cheng and the Tantric Sect..." Yang Jing was so excited that he roared as if he had lost control, and a fierce and wild offensive suddenly broke out.
"Raise your hands!"
"Come on!!"
"Today...you die...I die..."
The more Yang Jing fought, the more courageous and wild he became. The so-called "calm" turned into "violent", like a violent storm, like an out-of-control tyrannosaurus. The violent display at this moment made the whole city gate excited and even more moved.
Xi Yuhuang was still like a withered leaf, dodging dangerously. Perhaps stimulated by Yang Jing's words, or oppressed by this terrifying momentum, the hands behind his back began to tighten, and his indifferent aura began to become fierce.
The evil eyes began to condense.
If forced to do so, he will definitely take action!
At the critical moment when the situation was tense and tense, a weak but majestic voice sounded inside and outside the city wall, echoing in the grassland ahead: "Enough is enough. Are you not embarrassed enough?"
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