The rattle swayed awkwardly from side to side, and with each shake, a dull loud sound arose from above, turning into invisible sharp arrows that surrounded Yang Huang.
The weapons and attack techniques of these two people combine long and short distances, and they have a tacit understanding of each other. The combined power is surprisingly powerful.
"The name is not for nothing, it really does pay off!"
Yang Huang secretly praised in his heart, and in an instant, his body quickly swept back several feet, and then Snake Tun raised it high, and then slashed it down with one blow.
"brush!"
An unparalleled sword power, carried by this fierce blow, struck directly into the white shadow transformed by the mourning stick.
"when!"
The sword and the stick collided, and the phantom on the mourning stick disappeared without a trace in an instant. The sword power that sprouted from the sword flew in all directions, heading straight towards the dense arrows of sound and power.
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"Crack! Crack!"
Countless sound energy and sword energy collided in the air, fighting, and the harsh sound penetrated the eardrums.
The three of them stepped back at the same time, and after opening a distance of ten feet, they stood still again.
The expressions of Suo Cheng and Jing Yang turned pale, while Yang Huang looked at them with a calm expression and said with a smile: "It seems that if you two want to catch me, you really have to work harder.
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"Boy, are you really a new disciple of Tianwu Sect?" Suo Cheng stared at Yang Huang for a moment, then gritted his teeth and asked.
Yang Huang smiled and said, "What do you think?"
"This kid is definitely lying to us. How could Tianwu Sect have such a disciple?" Jingyang snorted.
Yang Huang laughed heartily, swayed, and strode towards the two of them: "Believe it or not, that's your business. Now I'm going back. Anyone who wants to block my way must be prepared to pay the price."
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"Hey, boy, can you come back?" Suo Cheng glanced to the right and suddenly said with a cold smile.
"Um?"
Just as Yang Huang was about to respond, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He hurriedly turned around. He saw hundreds of figures in the distance, sweeping toward the ground gate like a gust of wind.
"Boom! Boom!"
There was a dull bell ringing from inside the underground gate. It was obvious that the guards there had discovered the enemy situation and were delivering the news to Chaotian and Difu.
"Boy, today is the day the Tianwu Sect will be destroyed." Jing Yang said with a sneer, and the rattle began to shake nervously again, while Suo Cheng lowered his feet and hit Yang Huang with the mourning stick again.
"Hmph! It would be too naive to want the Tianwu Sect to be destroyed with this little trick."
Yang Huang's thoughts changed, and he suddenly retreated in a straight line, avoiding the sound of the rattle.
Suo Cheng, on the other hand, followed closely and hit Yang Huang's face with a mourning stick.
"Give me! Back away!"
Yang Huang suddenly stopped, shouted loudly at the bottom of his throat, and struck out with the Thunder Sword Technique to attack the mourning stick.
At the same time, his fire-power eye skill was also activated, and he struck directly into the opponent's eyes.
"The fourth level of fire power eye skill! Dazzling!"
"when!"
Snake Tun and the mourning stick collided dully, and the huge impact caused the mourning stick to fly backwards, while Suo Cheng was shaken and staggered back.
And this is not the end, the bad luck has just begun.
As Suo Cheng retreated, he suddenly felt a stinging pain in his eyes. His eyes instantly fell into darkness, and he couldn't help but scream.
"Down!"
Yang Huang was waiting for this moment. When he saw this, he immediately gave a cold scolding. He rushed forward like a breeze, and used the Thunder Sword Technique to strike twelve strikes in a row. Each strike was so fast that it was difficult to catch it with the naked eye.
How could Suo Cheng, who was already out of sight, dodge? The sword struck him twelve times in a row. Not only did his eyes become bloody holes, but all his tendons and hand tendons were severed.
Suo Cheng's whole body was like a puddle of mud, and he sat limply on the ground, completely crippled.
"Junior Brother Suo!"
All this happened too fast, and due to the influence of his field of vision, it was not until this moment that Jingyang realized that Suo Cheng had been neatly eliminated by Yang Huang. His expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but let out a exclamation.
"Don't worry, it will be your turn soon." Yang Huang passed by Suo Cheng and strode towards Jingyang.
Jingyang has always been calm and collected, but now when he looked at Yang Huang, his face looked as if he had been struck by a ghost, and his burly body was trembling uncontrollably, shaking like chaff in a sieve.
"If you are afraid, then run away quickly. I may not hold you accountable for rushing into me." Yang Huang said calmly.
"Boy, you die!"
Jingyang was furious, grabbed the rattle with both hands, and shook it desperately.
"Boom! Boom!"
The rapid drum beats, one after another, wave after wave, turned into countless powerful sounds, shooting towards Yang Huang like dense rain.
"very good!"
Yang Huanglang laughed, his feet suddenly accelerated, and he rushed towards Sheng Jin. His thunder sword technique brought up streaks of lightning, and slashed away at Sheng Jin continuously.
"Dang Dang! Dang Dang!"
Amidst the dense explosions, Shetun forcibly cut a path through the violent rainstorm and rushed straight towards Jingyang.
Jingyang's eyes flashed with horror, and he shook the rattle even more desperately.
In the sonorous and fierce sound, the power of the rattle was pushed to the extreme, and the sound of the arrows became more dense and sharp, forming a terrifying attack flow, trying to block Yang Huang's attack.
But the Yuan Jin on Yang Huang's sword was really too strong. One person and one sword were still as powerful as breaking bamboo, tearing a path with all their strength from the violent rain, getting closer and closer to Jingyang.
The horror in Jingyang's eyes became even stronger, and his men couldn't bear the strong force coming from the sword and had to retreat step by step.
"break!"
Amid the sharp shouts, Yang Huang suddenly stopped, wielding his sword with both hands, and violent sword power spurted out from above, sweeping in all directions.
"Boom!"
Just like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves, the overwhelming sound was dispersed in an instant.
A defensive hole of about four feet immediately formed between Yang Huang and Jingyang.
"Boom!"
Jingyang looked horrified and hurriedly shook the rattle again.
But how could Yang Huang give him another chance? Before the first wave of arrows from the rattle was fully released, Yang Huang squeezed his fist with his left hand and struck the opponent with a bang.
"The third form of Thunderbolt Fire Fist, thunder rolling from the sky!"
"Rumble! Rumble!"
It was like thunder falling from the sky. Amidst the loud noise, a fierce punch hit Jingyang's chest directly.
"you!"
Jingyang was shocked and pale. His life was at stake. Without any hesitation, he immediately raised the rattle horizontally and blocked it with the force of the fist.
"Crack!"
The rattle was shattered into pieces in an instant, and the remaining power of the fist was even more powerful, penetrating straight into Jingyang's abdomen.
"ah!"
Jingyang's body became light and he fell backwards.
"You tried your best!" Yang Huang snorted coldly and chased after him, the snake swallow dancing "swishingly" as fast as lightning.
As soon as Jing Yang jumped up from the ground, cold light flashed in front of him, dazzlingly. Before he could dodge, the sword blades had already fallen on him one after another, cutting off his tendons and cutting his skin.