The first thousand six hundred and ninety-five chapters fight to the death, catch the thunder
On a wasteland in the northwest of Xishan Continent, two rays of light fell one after another. Zhang Yueming and Xuanyuan looked at the surrounding environment.
From time to time, large and small gaps will appear in the thunder sky over the Xishan Continent. Some gaps last for a little longer, and some will soon heal themselves with the operation of the guardian array.
And whenever these gaps appear, there will be more or less escaping light passing through the gaps and falling on the Xishan Continent.
In the sky, thunderbolts of lightning were born out of thin air from time to time, some fell to somewhere in the Xishan Continent, and some struck directly into the openings in the sky.
Whenever these lightning strikes hit a gap in the sky, the torn gaps will be repaired faster. If any monks from the outside world are unlucky and happen to pass through these gaps, they will be eaten hard.
Remember the five elements of lightning, if your cultivation level is low, your whole person will be wiped out in the lightning, not even a few bones will be left.
"The Yang family of Xishan is indeed extraordinary. No wonder even people like you, Brother Zhang, have to flee from our Shantideva Star Realm."
Xuanyuan Zhen looked at the flashes of lightning in the sky from time to time, and said with some fear: "You and I are pretty lucky. If we had been hit by this thunderbolt just now, I might not have been able to survive and walk around."
There was no expression on Zhang Yueming's metallic face. He looked a little more sinister in his indifference. Hearing this, he said coldly: "It's just the legacy left by Yang Junshan."
It’s just Ze, without Yang Junshan, the Yang family of Xishan is like a giant with its backbone removed, and it’s just looking to bluff people.”
While the two were talking, their spiritual consciousness had already spread out to the surrounding area for dozens of miles, but they were also aware of a fight going on thirty miles southeast of here, as well as a battle just twenty miles away to the southwest.
A streak of escaping light passed by.
"Hey, Brother Zhang really didn't lie to me. The monks of the Yang family really have unique attainments in body training. The little cultivator in front of me can't reach the Tao realm, but this body training has penetrated deep into the internal organs. Such
As long as the embryo is slightly modified, it can be enough to create a silver zombie puppet. If you cultivate it carefully, it may become a golden zombie in the future!"
Xuanyuan Pun's attention was immediately attracted by a monk who had just entered the Taoist realm in the fight thirty miles away.
Compared to Xuanyuan Pun, who watched with great interest a fight between Taoist monks dozens of miles away, Zhang Yueming stood motionless beside him, but the stiff expression on his face made it difficult to understand him.
What's on your mind.
"Hey, Brother Zhang, what are you thinking about? You were in a trance for so long?"
Xuanyuan Pun quickly noticed something strange about Zhang Yueming, so he asked.
Zhang Yueming said "Oh", and his spiritual consciousness swept across the battle group thirty miles away, and said slightly: "Although the Yang family in Xishan has a very complete inheritance of body training, they also pay more attention to the practice of body training.
, but this little cultivator was able to practice the body-building technique to such a level in the Tao realm. He must be an outstanding existence among the younger generations of the Yang family. Since Brother Xuanyuan is optimistic about this embryo and wants to kidnap it, he will do it as soon as possible, but he must
Proceed with caution.”
Xuanyuan Pun was a little amused when he heard this, and said: "Brother Zhang just now seemed to be so formal and confident that the Yang family in Xishan would be doomed this time. How could he be so cautious again in the blink of an eye?"
Zhang Yueming was obviously a little distracted and said: "Oh, then, Brother Xuanyuan, let's take action first."
Xuanyuan Pun finally noticed that Zhang Yueming seemed to have ulterior motives, raised his brows and said, "Brother Zhang, you want to leave first?"
Zhang Yueming forced a smile on his face and said, "I'm sorry, I met an old enemy."
Xuanyuan Pun suddenly said: "That escaping light that just passed by not far away?"
Zhang Yueming hesitated for a moment, but still nodded and said: "Yes, I'm afraid Zhang has to leave first. There are some things that Zhang must do. Now that he has arrived at Xishan Continent, Zhang's previous promise has been fulfilled."
It has been completed. Of course, if Brother Xuanyuan is still willing to act together with Brother Zhang, then Zhang will naturally be happy to do so."
Xuanyuan Chu's eyes stayed on Zhang Yueming's face for a moment, and suddenly he burst into laughter, but his face still had an indifferent expression, and said: "In that case, let's not waste Brother Zhang's time.
Just let everyone do what they want."
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Yang Xuanfeng's flying sword always gives people a slow feeling when controlled.
Different from the sharp, swift, elegant, or ghostly styles of most swordsmen practicing flying swords, Yang Xuanfeng's flying swords can only be used in two words - heavy!
This kind of swordsmanship makes people feel that they are always slow to perform. In the process of fighting, it is naturally impossible to seize the opportunity at every turn. However, if you take the route of attacking later, it sounds more funny, but in fact Yang Xuanfeng
The magic power of swordsmanship is often used to strike from behind!
His flying sword is not trying to be first at every turn, nor is it launching late and arriving first, but rather anticipating the enemy's aircraft first!
That powerful and heavy sword strike will often force the opponent to come back to help and save himself, no matter what kind of magical power he uses, or how dazzling his methods are, or whether he is about to be killed.
Of course, all this is based on the fact that the cultivation strength of the enemy and ours is quite different, but it is enough to prove that Yang Xuanfeng's swordsmanship style and the swordsmanship he controls are quite extraordinary.
For example, the Qingyun Realm monk who is currently fighting with him, although he is one level higher than Yang Xuanfeng in terms of cultivation, the magical power in his hand is like a goddess scattering flowers, which is dizzying and can also give people a sense of
An all-pervasive feeling.
However, it was such a magical power that was completely crushed like a heaven and earth net. The moment Yang Xuanfeng controlled the stone broad sword and slashed it down with great force, it gave people a trance-like feeling of opening up the world. All the shackles and nets were here.
All disappeared in an instant.
The monk from Xizhou Star Palace exclaimed and quickly flew back. However, his flying sword was affected by Yang Xuanfeng's sword and instantly escaped his control, and then inexplicably hit the blade of the stone broad sword.
, and then this top treasure weapon, which was only one step away from the Taoist weapon, was actually split into two pieces.
The monk's magic weapon broke, and he felt as if he had been hit hard. He opened his mouth and didn't wait to speak, but his blood spilled out in a mouthful. Then he couldn't help but exclaimed: "What kind of swordsmanship do you have?"
Yang Xuanfeng pointed the stone sword at Brother Qingyun from afar. He immediately felt that his whole body was enveloped by a cold and thick breath. This breath even penetrated into his body from the pores of his body, and then began to directly interfere with the immortality in his body.
Yuan's movement was so intense that even his mind began to become dizzy.
"This is the 'Carved Star Sword Technique'!"
A faint voice seemed to reach Brother Qingyun's ears.
"Diao Xing?"
The monk murmured to himself, as if he was still wondering what was so special about the name of this magical swordsmanship, but his whole body suddenly felt light, as if he was falling into the clouds, but then he fell into boundless darkness.
Yang Xuanfeng stretched out his hand and made a move, and the stone broad sword slowly flew back and was inserted into the scabbard of his junior.
The swordsmanship that Yang Xuanfeng just displayed was the "Carved Star Sword Technique" taught by the Xingyu Immortal Venerable earlier.
On that day, Xingyu Immortal Lord once said that this set of swordsmanship magical powers "from complex to simple, complex can be learned but simple needs to be understood", and what Yang Xuanfeng learned was only a set of twenty-seven sword techniques.
It's just magical magic.
But after Yang Xuanfeng condensed his soul and advanced to the Taoist realm, this set of natal magical powers was simplified and combined after he accidentally realized it, and finally ended up with the Nine Styles of Sword Techniques, and the "Carved Star Sword Technique"
The grades have thus become a set of Taoist magical powers.
Just when Yang Xuanfeng was about to step forward and take off the magic weapon stored in the storage of Brother Qingyun, he suddenly heard the sound of "papa" applause coming from not far away.
"Wonderful. It's been a long time since I've seen such a wonderful fighting scene among Taoist cultivators."
A tall monk with a tone full of admiration, but a look of indifference on his face appeared in the void just a few dozen feet away from Yang Xuanfeng. It was the Jin from the Zombie clan who had arrived in Xishan Continent with Zhang Yueming earlier.
Immortal Xuanyuan Punishment.
Yang Xuanfeng's heart trembled, and he immediately understood that the other party's cultivation strength was far superior to his, and he quickly said: "I dare not praise you as a senior. I have been summoned by my elders in the family, so I will leave first. Seniors can come to Xishan as a guest when they have time!"
As he spoke, Yang Xuanfeng's light-escape power was already ready, and a hole suddenly opened in the ground, swallowing his whole body, and then closed it up.
"The magical power of escaping from the earth, haha, it's interesting!"
Dozens of miles away, the moment Yang Xuanfeng emerged from the ground, he summoned a flying sword and tried his best to escape in the direction of Xishan.
However, a calm voice came to his ears calmly: "Kid, where are you going?"
Yang Xuanfeng felt as if he was struck by lightning. He followed the sound and saw that the man just now was standing on a high hill more than ten feet away from the place where he broke out of the ground. No matter how he moved the flying sword under his feet, he was still there.
Circling around that high hill.
Xuanyuan Pun's face was stiff, but he said with a smile: "My little friend, I am in need of one or two servants, so you might as well join me, and I will tell you that you will be immortal right away.
How about the technique?"
Yang Xuanfeng knew that the gap in cultivation between the enemy and ourselves was too great and there was no way to escape. Without saying a word, he reached out and took off a jade pendant from his waist and crushed it into pieces. A beam of light instantly shot up into the sky.
"Hey, are you recruiting reinforcements?"
Xuanyuan Pun didn't have time to stop Yang Xuanfeng from crushing the jade pendant, but he didn't take it seriously and still said with a smile: "It just so happens that I am short of many manpower. I heard that you monks from the Yang family in Xishan are quite successful in the body training.
This is the best, and it saves me the trouble of searching for them one by one."
After Xuanyuan Pun finished speaking, he saw the imprisoned Yang Xuanfeng with a sneer on his face. He was immediately unhappy in his heart. He was about to say something, but suddenly he heard a loud thunderbolt above his head. Before he could raise his head, there was a five-color streak as thick as a bucket.