The old man hummed a tune happily, actually set up the pot rack, lit a bonfire, and prepared to stew meat. The fat bird on his shoulder swallowed hard, staring at Tang Yan with big eyes, wishing he could
Jump into the pot yourself.
Tang Yan's breathing was rapid and slightly trembling, and he clenched his hands so tightly that his fingertips were almost inserted into his flesh. It seemed that this skin could not suppress the manic killing intent in his body.
But...do we really want to fight?
Once there is a collision, you must fight to the death; once you fight to the death, you must go all out; once you go all out, everything you have will be completely exposed; once exposed, the consequences will be a chain reaction, even a storm-like chaos.
Bureau.
Are you ready?
Are Uncle Ma and the others ready? Is Cerberus ready?
Tang Yan has long passed the age of being reckless and careless. He is not short-tempered and passionate, but he is more sensible and not a reckless man.
"Come on? Do you need me to do it myself?" The old man pointed his spoon towards the sky, winked at Tang Yan, hummed a tune again, and took out some seasonings and medicinal materials from his pocket.
Being able to carry these things with him shows that the old man often sets up a pot to stew meat.
Tang Yan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried his best to make the final struggle and decision.
"Stop dawdling, I will eat meat, drink blood, and gnaw bones. I won't hurt your soul." The old man clicked his lips, swallowed greedily, kept adding fire to the bottom of the pot, and put ingredients into the pot. He couldn't wait.
I want to have a nice meal.
After a long moment of silence, Tang Yan slowly opened his eyes. His eyes returned to calmness, but the murderous intention in his heart was completely resolved. His left eye was deep, and his right eye was filled with golden light, one with evil intent and the other with fierceness.
Buzz, buzz.
Puffy green fire rises from the left shoulder, which is eye-catchingly green, like a spiritual spring, with Huo Ling'er sitting cross-legged in it, white, tender, delicate and quirky.
Right-click and a red-white mist rises, blood and soul intertwined, and the spirit body of the Blood Soul Tree appears in it, round and cute, small and smart.
Sensing the murderous intention and determination of their master, the two little guys were very well-behaved, neither making any noise, sitting quietly, shaking hands with their legs crossed, like two children, guarding their master.
"Guwa?" The fat blue bird probed its neck and looked blankly at the two balls of fire coming out of Tang Yan's shoulders, very curious.
"What is that?" The old man slowly put down the spoon in his hand and looked at the light under the night in wonder. He could feel the extraordinaryness there even from a distance.
Tang Yan's left eye was black and his right eye was golden. He stepped down from the sky. The swastika mark on his forehead was clear, and fine golden lines stretched out, spreading like a spider web across Tang Yan's body.
The whole person looked extraordinarily heroic and sinister, as if he resonated with the heaven and earth. Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and strong winds roared in the wilderness, causing the grass to fall in pieces.
"This kid is weird." The old man became more and more curious. He simply dropped the spoon, rubbed his hands a few times, and looked at Tang Yan who was walking down from the sky. But no matter what, he was only curious and interested, not worried at all.
"To be honest, I don't even know how strong I am. Five years ago, I was defeated miserably by a kappa and almost lost my life. Five years later, I have grown a lot and experienced a lot. Today I really want to try...I
...Can I challenge the Saint..."
Tang Yan's fingertips traced the golden lock, the magic mist sprayed thinly, and the ancient sword was as clanging as his hand.
In an instant, a low demonic roar shook the sky, billowing demonic energy surged and rolled, and the ancient sword trembled violently, as if it was trying to break free of control, and its wildness was not lost.
The blood-red lines on the surface of the knife body are resurrected.
Tang Yan raised his right hand diagonally in the air, raised the knife to the sky, the veins on his right arm were prominent, and he tightly controlled the trembling ancient war knife, allowing the blood lines to 'pierce' towards Tang Yan's right arm, intertwining with the blood vessels.
One hand and one knife seem to merge into one.
The old man gradually suppressed his smile, his surprise subsided, and he looked solemnly at the scene in front of him. This demonic aura made him feel the slightest sense of familiarity.
Tang Yan completely released himself, letting the demonic murderous cruelty run through his chest and body, running wildly in his blood. His unprecedented majestic fighting spirit was soaring, and unprecedented killing and cruelty was sprouting.
He will fight to the end with all his strength.
The struggle and trembling of the ancient sword gradually weakened, and this kind of fighting spirit and determination was exactly what it expected.
The war demon's thoughts in the sword body finally resonated with Tang Yan's fighting spirit, and Tang Yan's thoughts were able to sink back into the chaotic and dark world of ancient war swords.
At this moment, the blade was cold and the demonic power was even stronger, pouring murderous intent into Tang Yan's body, as if it was about to devour Tang Yan.
"Today, if I don't die, I will kill you." Tang Yan swung his sword, and an absolute roar suddenly exploded in the dark clouds of the night, erupting from his chest and causing a sensation in the wilderness.
Huo Ling'er on the left shoulder raised his arms and scolded at the same time, causing the ghost green fire to burst out from Tang Yan's body. It was extremely strong, extremely vast, and extremely deep. There seemed to be thousands of poisonous snakes writhing inside, containing incomparable energy.
The power of destruction.
This is the real ghost green fire, the ghost green fire that completely releases its wild nature.
"What do you want to do? Kill me?" The old man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, laughing so hard that he was out of breath, as if he had heard a big joke.
Crunch! The knuckles of Tang Yan's right hand made a crisp squeezing sound. After a moment of silence, it suddenly exploded, like a falcon fighting a rabbit, tearing apart the night and swooping down.
Rumble, green fire boils, rolling to follow.
Tang Yan exerted all his strength, released his arms, and rotated the ancient sword to perform long-lost secret techniques.
Tang Yan at this moment, the ancient war sword at this moment, was like an awakened ancient troll, and like an unprecedented murderer walking out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, his temperament had completely changed.
The sharp eagle cry tore through the space and pierced through the vast night. The green fire gathered rapidly while boiling. The land with a radius of a kilometer collapsed into pieces, magma burst out, and the giant fire eagle submerged Tang Yan, entangled in the light of the sky-shattering sword.
superior.
A shocking sword light streaked through the night, crossed a hundred feet in the sky, and struck the old man.
"Hmph! A yellow-haired kid dares to be so presumptuous. Do you know who your grandpa is?" The old man was coldly angry. He waved away the fat blue bird and jumped up into the sky, taking a hundred meters at a time to meet the glow of the green fire sword.
"Ah!" Tang Yan roared with great momentum.
"Ouch!" The old man suddenly opened his mouth, and a dull roar echoed high in the sky. A devouring power that seemed to swallow up the heaven and the earth surged out and swept across the sky.
In the next scene, the shocking wave of green fire and sword light seemed to have crashed into an endless black hole, splitting and melting at extremely fast speeds, completely blasting into the old man's big mouth and being swallowed up completely, even Tang Yan wanted to
Being sucked in.
The shocking martial arts ended in a weird gesture.
Tang Yan stood up sharply at the last moment and forcibly broke away from the devouring force. He was still shocked and broke out in a cold sweat.
"Gah!" The old man swallowed the sword light and the green fire, burped as if nothing happened, patted his belly, and squinted at Tang Yan in the air: "There is a huge difference between the semi-saint and the holy realm. From ancient times to the present, who can cross this gap?
The shackles of heaven! Old man, I have lived all these years, and I have never heard of a half-saint who could defeat a saint in a single fight..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a strange popping sound in the wilderness behind him, and screams suddenly disappeared.
The old man turned around suddenly. In the wasteland, beside the hot pot, a man who looked exactly like Tang Yan actually raised his knife and chopped off the fat blue bird.
Blood sprayed, the bird's head fell off, and the messy bird feathers were all thrown into the boiling cauldron.
This cauldron in which they had cooked countless strong men stewed its master today.
Bluebird didn't understand what happened until his death. It was too sudden.
The old man froze in mid-air, his mouth slightly opened, his eyes widened, staring blankly at the scene in the wilderness. After a moment, he roared in a hoarse voice: "My son!!"
"Gu Zhan, kill the soul!" Tang Yan burst into flames and swung the ancient war sword with all his strength. A sharp black light pierced the space, spanned a hundred feet, and penetrated the old man's body with a pop. The black light hit the old man from high in the sky, and reached
ground.
A moment later, the area that the black light passed through completely exploded, forming a terrifying tearing hurricane that almost crushed the space and even swallowed the old man.
"Ah ah." In the depths of the fighting spirit storm, the old man let out a shrill scream. But in an instant, a blue divine light erupted with the force of a volcano, quenching the fighting spirit storm, shaking the space, and waking up.
Night swept across an entire kilometer.
"Gu Zhan, collapse of the sky!" Tang Yan would never stop, nor would he give his opponent a chance to rest. He surged up again, struck the sky again, and the Gu Zhan Sword hit the second level to dominate the world.
The demonic power was mighty, and a stalwart demonic shadow stood proudly in shape. It had the power to tower over the sky and the earth, and had the power to dominate all directions. The moment Tang Yan raised his sword to chop, the overbearing demonic shadow also raised his hands high, and the same phantom of the sword appeared.
It's empty now.
With an arrogant attitude and crazy momentum, Tang Yan soared straight into the sky, approaching the rolling blue energy storm, and struck with a knife.
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