Tang Baocheng's face suddenly showed a look of deathly grayness.
At the critical moment, he bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood. Rich blood flashed all over his body, and he relied on secret techniques to escape the killing move.
Huh! Tang Baocheng moved, retreated twenty meters in an instant, and stared at Tang Ming in surprise.
"impossible!"
"There is no way you are Tang Ming. Who are you?"
Tang Baocheng's tone was filled with fear.
"Who am I, you ask?
Haven't you already made your guesses? Why, couldn't even the clan blood jade allow you to confirm my identity?"
Tang Ming spoke playfully.
The ghost mask shone with light, and his appearance instantly changed into Tang Xuantian. After brushing his face, he changed back to Tang Ming.
Tang Baocheng and Zhuo Yuanzhi both had horrified faces.
Tang Ming is Tang Xuantian! The young man who was deprived of his ancestral home and expelled from his family by the Tang family has now become a master of alchemy! He also has terrifying combat power that can overwhelm two peak Jindan realms! "Tang Ming!"
Zhuo Yuanzhi stared at Tang Ming, his eyes gradually becoming fanatical: "The inheritance of immortality left by Tang Anyin is in your body?"
"Yes, it's mine, but I've ruined it."
Tang Ming spoke calmly.
"Destroyed?"
Zhuo Yuanzhi was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "What's the point of using such lame excuses to deal with it?"
"It's really meaningless."
"Because I can't afford to talk nonsense with two dead people."
Tang Ming's eyes flashed with cold light, and he took a step forward, filling his whole body with rich spiritual energy.
Whoa! Spanning dozens of meters in an instant, the finger of annihilation pointed at Tang Baocheng again.
"Zhuo Yuanzhi!"
"This guy is weird, you and I should work together to attack him with all our strength!"
Tang Baocheng shouted suddenly, his hands were shrouded in blood-colored light, and turned into a pair of bloody hands to attack forward.
"good."
Zhuo Yuanzhi nodded, took a deep breath, and formed a sword technique.
The sound of swords sounded.
A small flying sword suddenly shot out from behind him, attacking Tang Ming with fierce murderous intent.
Sword repair is the most aggressive.
Zhuo Yuanzhi's flying sword arrived first and the sharp sword light left a ravine on the ground.
The sword energy is flowing vertically and horizontally, flying sand and rocks.
"Break it for me!"
Zhuo Yuanzhi cut through the air with his sword, and the flying sword holding the peak level of Jindan realm came volleying towards him.
But just when the flying sword was about to stab straight at him.
Tang Ming flicked his finger.
"Zheng——" Shura's flying sword flew out very quickly, as fast as lightning, and struck directly on Zhuo Yuanzhi's flying sword.
Just when he heard the bang, Zhuo Yuanzhi's flying sword was slashed and flew out, and the light on the sword dimmed even more.
My mind is clinging to Feijian.
If the flying sword is damaged, it will consume his mind, and Zhuo Yuanzhi's face suddenly turns pale.
ahead.
Tang Baocheng's bloody hands were already facing Tang Ming's Nirvana Finger.
The blood and black light collided and exploded suddenly.
"Boom, boom -" The aftershocks of energy surged, flying away the land within tens of meters in radius, and the tree trunks were broken in half, just like a hurricane passing through.
"Tang Ming, I admit that I underestimated you."
"The entire Tang family, including the Tang clan, has underestimated you."
Tang Baocheng's tone was faint: "It's a pity that you still can't calm down. Since you choose to expose your identity, you will die without a burial place today."
The words fell to the ground.
A vast aura burst out of Tang Baocheng's body.
"Half-step Nascent Soul!"
Zhuo Yuanzhi was shocked. Even he did not expect that Tang Baocheng had already half-stepped into the Nascent Soul realm.
Half step Nascent Soul.
Although he is still at the peak stage of the Golden Core, he has already touched the threshold of the Nascent Soul Realm and can perform some terrifying secret techniques that only Nascent Soul Realm monks can perform.
Tang Baocheng's eyes were filled with cold blood.
His blood-red eyes were staring at Tang Ming.
"Photography!"
Tang Baocheng pointed out, and blood-colored light spread out, turning into blood-red chains, locking Tang Ming in place.
This is a fragment of the secret technique that he obtained by chance.
It's called "Lingsuo Jue".
As the name suggests, it locks the soul and spirit, making the enemy unable to move.
Unfortunately, because it was only an incomplete secret technique, he could not move even after using the Soul Locking Technique.
"Zhuo Yuanzhi, get rid of this son as soon as possible."
"After destroying him, even if I lose some souls, I will still use the soul-searching method. By then, the inheritance of immortality will be shared by you and me."
Tang Baocheng spoke in a solemn voice.
"good."
Zhuo Yuanzhi laughed ferociously, and with a move, the flying sword that had previously been knocked off fell into his hand.
As the head of the Tang clan's law enforcement hall, his swordsmanship is very advanced.
The sword is in hand, and the sword's will is strong.
"Wha—" Zhuo Yuanzhi came with a sword and slashed Tang Ming's arms in the air.
But the moment he drew his sword.
Tang Ming suddenly turned around and looked at him with a half-smile: "Zhuo Yuanzhi, twelve years ago you couldn't stand my father's casual sword attack."
"Twelve years later, you will also be unable to withstand my sword."
"fart!"
Zhuo Yuanzhi was furious and his face was a little distorted.
Tang Anyin's sword energy tortured him for twelve years.
Back then, he was defeated by a random sword energy.
today.
Even Tang Anyin's son wants to insult him?
"I don't know what the so-called bastard is."
"I want to see how hard you talk later."
Zhuo Yuanzhi's eyes were filled with cold light, his speed did not slow down at all, and he slashed with his sword.
"Buzz--" A distant sound of swords echoed between heaven and earth.
At first, the sound of sword sounds only came from one direction, but then, sword sounds sounded from all directions.
Zhuo Yuanzhi glanced back.
As far as the eye can see, sword lights crisscross the sky, like a huge sword array hanging in the sky, filled with hundreds of sharp sword lights.
This is not a sword formation.
But the sword domain.
The Shura Sword Domain, where the domain is, is all Shura.
"kill!"
Tang Ming uttered one word.
Boom! Hundreds of sharp sword lights in the sword field, like soldiers who had received orders, all flew towards the sky in one direction.
That is where Zhuo Yuanzhi is.
"Damn it!"
Zhuo Yuanzhi's expression was extremely ugly. He did not dare to face Jian Yu with his back, so he had to give up attacking Tang Ming and turned around to resist Jian Yu.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish... The sword light fell, and the dense sword light was like falling stars, with terrifying power.
Zhuo Yuanzhi tried his best to activate his spiritual power and defeated the swords in front of him one by one.
But something happened that made him desperate.
Every time a sword light is defeated, a new sword light will be born, and its power will be even more terrifying.
This is Shura Sword Domain.
It is endless and endless.
..."Pfft——" Zhuo Yuanzhi couldn't dodge and was hit by a sword beam. Scars deep enough to the bone immediately appeared on his body.
He was almost exhausted.
But the sword light within the sword domain has not diminished at all.
"Tang Baocheng, stop using your secret skills and come here to help me!"
Zhuo Yuanzhi had no choice but to ask for help.
"waste."
Tang Baocheng cursed secretly, the disadvantage of the Soul Locking Art is that the caster cannot move. Now that Zhuo Yuanzhi is trapped, there is no point in him continuing to use the secret technique.
Think of this.
He secretly sighed at the pity and prepared to get into the secret arts.
"Huh?"
Tang Baocheng suddenly made a sound of surprise. He suddenly raised his head and his face became a little frightened.
because.
He found that he could no longer control the Soul Locking Technique!