The people in the Semi-immortal Realm are really powerful. Although they are only the entry-level disciples of the Wutian Society and are ranked at the bottom of the ranks, they cause a lot of pressure on Yang Huang as soon as they make a move. The two thin blades like cicada wings, one on the left and one on the right, are spitting.
Flicker, whether it is angle or trend, is difficult to measure.
Yang Huang put his hand on the snake swallow, but the sword was not unsheathed, and the man flew back in a straight line.
"Boy, if you want to escape, why do you need to come down?"
Teng Yun sneered and chased after him, his two blades flying, the cold light and sharp energy rising together, covering Yang Huang's entire body.
But Yang Huang was still like a loach, constantly slipping out from under the dense blade light, resulting in the net of death formed by the two thin blades intertwined, constantly catching up.
"It seems that you can't keep your noble surname, brother." Yang Huang laughed loudly.
Teng Yun looked down on people from the endless sea from the bottom of his heart. He felt that how could the people from the lower world compare with the people from the upper world? Therefore, he hesitated in his ambition and wanted to destroy Yang Huang within ten moves.
But in the blink of an eye, nine moves had passed. Although he had the upper hand, it didn't even touch the corner of Yang Huang's clothes. How could he not be anxious?
After being mentioned like this by Yang Huang, Teng Yun couldn't bear it any longer. He shouted loudly, the speed of his feet increased, and the two thin blades struck each other fiercely.
"Crack! Crack!"
Amidst the harsh scraping sound of weapons, the two thin blades suddenly glowed with brilliance, and then two pale yellow cold lights flew out from above and struck directly at Yang Huang.
That speed was like lightning.
There was silence on the high platform. Everyone in the Tianwu Sect was nervously staring at the battle below. When they saw the two rays of light flying out, they suddenly heard screams of surprise.
"That! That's Wutianhui's 'Bladeless Light'! Yang Huang is in danger!"
"To practice the bladeless light, you need to have a very strong Yuan Ti cultivation! It's unbelievable that a beginner disciple can do it."
"No wonder Wutianhui has become more powerful and powerful over the years. If the new disciples have such cultivation, wouldn't the advanced disciples be even more terrifying?"
The elders and disciples started talking quietly. Shi Fan and Lan Jingyi both had worried faces, but Jin Guo, Qin Chuan, Jin Pin and others looked happy.
It can be said that some people are happy and some are sad.
The appearance of those two bladeless lights was really beyond Yang Huang's expectation. Before he could recover, the light had already reached him.
Yang Huang could only retreat subconsciously, but how could it be faster than the light of death?
In the midst of his busy schedule, Yang Huang shouted loudly, held the snake swallow with both hands, and slashed at a ray of light with all his strength.
"Crack!"
The light of death was immediately smashed into pieces by the sword power inspired by the sword, but another light passed between Yang Huang's chest and abdomen and chopped firmly to the ground.
"Wow!"
A pit was immediately carved out of the stone ground.
Yang Huang, on the other hand, had a bitter look on his face, his body swayed, and he sat weakly on the ground, holding his stomach in pain.
"Boy, come and die!"
Teng Yun was overjoyed and flew towards him, splitting his blades and striking at Yang Huang again.
But at this moment, Yang Huang suddenly looked up, with an unexpected smile on his face: "You can shine, and I can work hard. How about giving me a kick?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shetun had already raised his head and was pointing at Teng Yun's chest.
Teng Yun was shocked and turned pale. He tried to dodge but it was too late. The sharp sword force came through the air and struck three times in one go, blocking all his paths.
"Chichi! Chichi!"
"Plop!"
The three sword powers were all effective, and Teng Yun flew backwards with three bloody wounds, falling to the ground weakly.
The surroundings suddenly became extremely silent. Everyone, both on stage and off stage, was stunned by this unexpected change of situation.
"You...you..." Teng Yun looked up at Yang Huang with difficulty, and the blood spitting out from his mouth made him speechless.
"Unfortunately, your attempt to kill someone came to nothing." Yang Huang touched his chest and abdomen and said with a smile, "But don't worry, I won't let you change your surname, because dead people don't need names."
Teng Yun rolled his eyes and hit his head heavily on the ground. He could no longer hear Yang Huang's words.
"good!"
"Well done! Killed well!"
"These lawless dogs should be killed to death!"
Waves of loud shouts suddenly came from the stage, and they were applause from the same enemy.
Yang Huang looked indifferent, but in his heart he was secretly apprehensive.
The bladeless light just now actually grazed his chest and abdomen, but because he is now a pure Yang body, the light did not hurt him, allowing him to go along with the flow, pretend to be injured, and give the opponent a blow.
Fight back.
Although the enemy was killed in ten blows, he was lucky enough to win, and it also took advantage of the opponent's carelessness.
However, Zhan Tiangang and Jia Wu didn't know there was such an inside story. Both of them looked as if someone had slapped them in the mouth several times, extremely ugly.
"How is it? He has already left in the clouds, do you still want to fight?" Yang Huang turned his eyes and stared at Zhan Tiangang and said.
He was smiling, but the cold light in his eyes made people feel like he was covered in ice.
"Bastard!" Na Jia Wu was furious, "Brother, let me kill him to avenge Teng Yun!"
Zhan Tiangang no longer had the previous momentum. He paused for a moment before nodding and said: "Be careful, this kid is not like an ordinary disciple of the Endless Sea!"
Jia Wu nodded and strode towards Yang Huanglai, "Boy, I will let you die under the wild singing and dancing of our Wutian Society."
As he spoke, he even raised his voice and sang a song that Yang Huang didn't understand.
At the same time, Jia Wu's weapon also appeared, which was an ordinary trident.
During the singing, the trident began to dance. As the singing gradually became more passionate, it danced faster and faster, and the strong wind roared, sweeping toward Yang Huang like a strong wind.
Yang Huang was secretly surprised. It could be seen that the other party's singing actually had a bonus effect on the Trident's offensive.
Unexpectedly, Wutianhui actually has such strange martial arts.
While he was thinking about it, the sharp three-pronged tip had already stabbed Yang Huang in front of him amid the wild singing.
"drink!"
Yang Huang's tongue suddenly exploded with spring thunder, and he burst out with a loud shout.
The shout was like a gun, instantly piercing the overwhelming web of singing.
Jia Wu didn't expect it, and his singing couldn't help but pause. Almost at the same time, Yang Huang's Thunder Sword Technique struck out with a bang.
"What?"
Jia Wu hurriedly waved his halberd to resist, but the huge force coming from Snake Swallow was beyond his imagination, and he was immediately knocked back.
But Yang Huang jumped up and rushed towards him, and Snake Tun used the power of Thunder to slash at him wildly.
"No!"
How could Jia Wu have as much combat experience as Yang Huang? One move after another, the song was already in a mess. He needed the help of the song to produce a powerful trident, but even more of it was missing. His heart was even more confused and unclear.
Why does Bai Yanghuang know that the "Crazy Singing and Halberd Dance" he practices is most afraid of the rhythm of his singing being interrupted?