The gloomy sky seemed to be tightly covered by a layer of fog, preventing the skylight from leaking out. As the crack appeared, large swaths of bright yellow light poured down from inside, carrying unparalleled majesty and holiness.
Yuan Futu raised his gaze and found that within the bright yellow light, there was a sword light that was a hundred feet long. It was magnificent and arrived in a moment.
Immortal Yan Yang's face was extremely ugly. The Emperor's Palace arrived faster than he expected. Although Tang Zhentian was not dead yet, he had no choice. Even if this sword tried its best to achieve its goal, the price he paid
, it is not just as simple as being injured. Judging from this bright yellow sword light, I am afraid that the strength of the person coming is not inferior to him.
Another Xuanxian!
Yuan Futu was extremely shocked. He did not expect that overnight, he would encounter two Xuanxian and a strong man who was about to break through to Xuanxian.
The sword light was getting closer and closer, gradually becoming huge in the sight, and blasted directly towards Immortal Yan Yang, with an extremely clear target.
Boom!
The ground exploded, and the dilapidated palace was instantly shattered into rubble. Immortal Yan Yang made a quick decision and spun the sword sharply. This time, almost half of the world power was burned, and only a wave of light appeared on the sword.
A black stream of light appeared like a sword, and a crimson totem mark appeared on the hilt of the sword. It turned out to be a divine pattern mark, and it collided with the sword light.
Yuan Futu squinted his eyes, and his eyes were immediately attracted by the divine mark. However, the lines of this divine mark were complex and dense, but well-organized. It was far beyond what he had seen before. It must have come from at least a three-star god.
Otherwise, how can the hand of a tattoo master be effective on a heaven-level immortal weapon?
Where Immortal Yan Yang stood, the green bricks had long since collapsed, the ground suddenly cracked, and the gap began to expand between his feet, while below was an abyss with no bottom.
Click!
This crisp sound almost shocked the soul. Immortal Yan Yang turned over and retreated, only to find that the immortal weapon in his hand had been damaged. Judging from the extent of the explosion, it was difficult to repair it.
He raised his head and looked at the people in front of him with fierce eyes. He imprinted Yuan Futu's face deeply in his mind, and his heart was filled with hatred and curiosity for him.
Yuan Futu finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he no longer needed to use his magic dragon scales. This kind of life-saving treasure was naturally something he could save. But at this moment, the thick clouds in the sky dissipated, and he saw a middle-aged man wearing bronze armor.
man
Stepping down, he had an angry look on his face, his weapons were majestic, and he was more than ten feet tall. He was unusually tall and mighty, especially with the armor on his body. He looked like a god descending to earth. He carried a Yanyue Sword on his shoulder that was even more exaggerated than his own.
Looking at his feet again, the ground shook when they stepped on them, and they were three inches into the ground.
He looked at the man wearing a mask not far away and said solemnly: "I have never seen a Xuanxian who dare not show off to others. If you dare to do it, what's the point of fear?"
His voice was sonorous and powerful, every word was like thunder, and his eyes became brighter and brighter, like lightning constantly exploding in his eyes.
Immortal Yan Yang knew that he had missed the opportunity, and this plan was a complete failure. This was the most embarrassing time he had performed so many missions, and now that he was an immortal, he was forced to this point.
The plan was originally perfect, and he even made countless possible calculations, but in the end he still missed the divine dragon scale on Yuan Futu's body, and was delayed by such a block.
With a wave of his hand, dozens of remaining flying swords floated beside him, shrouded in thick black light, and he said: "I'm not afraid of anyone, I just don't want to cause trouble for myself."
After knowing that he was rescued, Tang Haotian was so weak that he almost knelt down. He just supported his father Tang Zhentian from falling down, and his forehead was covered with blue veins.
Yuan Futu turned around and said, "Are you okay? Let's leave here quickly. That guy should be able to hold on for a while." Although he didn't know the strength of the middle-aged man, but judging from the formation just now, he should not be weak.
"No need."
Tang Zhentian coughed twice violently and said, "As long as General Long You is here... we can live in peace."
"General Long You?!" Tang Haotian said in shock: "You mean the Xuanxian-level powerhouse who sits in the imperial palace, General Long You?!"
A pale smile appeared on the corner of Tang Zhentian's mouth, and he said weakly: "It will only last a few hundred years...but it does not mean that there are no strong people in the Imperial Palace."
Hearing that Xuanxian was in charge of the Imperial Palace, Yuan Futu was both surprised and relieved. He thought that as long as the people from the Imperial Palace arrived here, no matter how brave he was, he would not dare to take action rashly, otherwise he would be fighting against the imperial court of the Immortal Realm.
Be against.
General Long You's eyes were as sharp as a sword and said: "Don't want to cause trouble for yourself? But you are in trouble now."
Immortal Yan Yang said calmly: "It was my mistake this time, but I won't be so lucky next time." His eyes penetrated the mask and stared at Yuan Futu, as if he wanted to gain insight into his hands.
What kind of treasure is that piece of dragon scale?
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword technique he had been preparing for a long time was suddenly activated, and countless immortal weapons rushed towards him, tearing apart everything in front of him like a black storm. The world power contained in it was powerful and overbearing, and the immortal magic he displayed was even more powerful.
Powerful.
General Long You was calm and composed. When the storm approached, he suddenly stepped forward with his broad right foot. The hands holding the blade of the sword suddenly exerted force, tensing up the veins. The whole movement was done in one go, making the movement of the long sword almost faster.
It was so unbelievable that it completely transformed into a fierce sword light in his hand, striking the black storm fiercely.
boom!
The pure power of the Xuanxian world surged out from the blade. The storm stagnated for a moment and then collapsed. The flying swords inside were blown away, and there were more than a dozen of them.
General Long You's pupils shrank suddenly, only to find that the masked immortal had disappeared.
He did this just to escape unscathed, even at the cost of a dozen flying swords, and among these flying swords there were even one or two heaven-level immortal weapons. All in all, it was a heavy loss.
General Long You didn't want to chase him. Since the other party was willing to use Xuanxian, one can imagine how strong his background was.
"Father, Grandpa!" After making sure it was safe, Tang Yao couldn't wait to run over and shouted excitedly.
"Is she my granddaughter?" Tang Zhentian couldn't help but smile when he saw the granddaughter he had never met before, and held her cold little hand covered in cold sweat with his old palm.
However, at this moment, a mouthful of fishy sweetness spurted out from his throat and stained his chest.