Eternal gate

kill!

Wang Yang roared and came with rolling demons.

One of his palms formed a dark five-finger seal, and there were magic lines flowing between the palms. Not to mention his cultivation level, this palm alone was powerful enough, and there were probably not many martial arts cultivators of the same level. The only reason he can block it is because his true energy contains terrifying magic power, which is far stronger than his martial arts true energy.

Roar!

Zhao Yun's energy and blood rose, and he attacked with a mighty dragon.

The two palms collided, creating a thunderstorm, and a layer of halo spread outward.

Looking at the two sides fighting, Wang Yang only took half a step back, while Zhao Yun took a full step back. His palms were split open and blood was flowing out. The blow was hard against Wang Yang, and his arm was numb from the shock.

After struggling with strength, he fell short.

Wang Yang smiled, a ferocious smile, excited and violent, more evil spirits surged out, and there were wailing sounds of fierce ghosts. He swallowed countless innocent creatures, and even the souls of innocent people were hidden in the magic power. Just hearing the sound would disturb his mind. In this state, he seemed to have infinite magic power. The dark magic energy rolled in the sky, forming a layer of clouds covering the vast stars. The magic power was increasing again and again. Perhaps it was so powerful that the stone houses and tiled houses in the village were shaken. Blast into ashes.

"Qilin, open."

Zhao Yun screamed in his heart and opened his Qilin body.

The Qilin totem was carved one after another, and the momentum increased sharply. You could still vaguely hear the roar of Qilin. He sacrificed it to Long Yuan. The golden sword energy extended three inches, and the sword body was torn apart by thunder and lightning. There was even more black and yellow energy lingering. Before the sword was drawn, The power of the sword has reached its peak, and what he wants is a decisive kill with one sword.

"What pure blood."

Wang Yang smiled ferociously, revealing two rows of white teeth.

Smiling, a cold sword pierced his chest and cut off his heart.

Zhao Yun's instant kill was impossible to guard against.

Wang Yang screamed horribly, and the black evil spirit surged out, knocking Zhao Yun away.

And he spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the sky. Blood spurted out from the sword mark on his chest. Unexpectedly, he was caught off guard and suffered a fatal blow. He was killed on the spot and would not close his eyes until his death. , the blood-red eyes at that moment still retained the cruelty and bloodlust.

"You and I...understand the cause and effect."

Zhao Yun spoke plainly and came with his sword in hand, looking happy and worry-free.

Although the day to kill Wang Yang came late, fortunately he did not miss it.

However, before he could reach it, he saw Wang Yang's body standing straight up again. At first glance, he thought it was a fake corpse, and a black evil spirit surged out with Wang Yang as the center, carrying something with him. The extremely strong magic power caused Zhao Yun, who was unprepared, to be knocked over on the spot.

"How can it be."

Zhao Yun forcibly fixed his body, with satisfaction and belief in his eyes.

He could see through Wang Yang's heart, which had just been pierced by his sword. At this moment, it actually recovered. Even the sword marks on his chest were healed, and Wang Yang's bloody eyes, which had annihilated the magic light, The terrifying black light also bloomed again, still violent and bloodthirsty, and even more so than before. If he was just like a demon before, then at this moment, Wang Yang is a demon.

His heart was broken, but he could still be resurrected.

This sudden surprise caught him off guard.

"I haven't been this excited for many days."

Wang Yang smiled faintly, twisting his neck happily and inhaling the bloody smell.

While he was talking, you could see a magic pattern carved into the center of his forehead, which seemed to be alive, one after another, covering half of his face. It was scary just to look at it.

"He has a clear mind." Zhao Yun murmured.

A sober demon... is much stronger than a confused demon, at least not compared to Youlan who is in a violent state, because a conscious demon has a fighting mood, while a confused demon can only fight indiscriminately. In this way, it is also like Youlan. Lan, every move has flaws, any one of them is fatal.

"I smell a familiar scent from you."

Wang Yang licked his scarlet tongue and walked slowly towards him with a magic knife in his hand. His magic eyes had a kind of enchantment in them, and he wanted to see through Zhao Yun at a glance, but unfortunately his vision was limited and he could not break through the mysterious veil.

"Thunder Formation."

Zhao Yun spoke coldly and squatted on the ground, Long Yuan sword inserted into the ground.

Suddenly, the ground cracked in a radius of a hundred feet, and lightning blades shot straight upwards.

"Can an attack of this level kill me?"

Wang Yang smiled playfully, ferocious and sinister, and continued to pace, letting the thunder blade slash his body. The power of the thunder blade was indeed strong enough, and it cut out blood gouges one after another on his body. Strangely, the thunder blade blood gouges It healed in the blink of an eye, and even the bleeding blood flowed back into the body.

"What a domineering resilience."

Zhao Yun couldn't help being surprised, and he saw more clearly. Every drop of demon blood flowing out of Wang Yang's body seemed to have the power of regeneration, which was beyond the scope of resilience. People like this need to be beaten to ashes all the way, even if Even if the other party has only one breath left, he can still be reshaped. He thinks that he has rich experience, but this is the first time for him to see such a weird demon like Wang Yang, and he has never heard of it before.

Whoosh!

When he was surprised, Wang Yang was already killing him like a ghost, slashing with his sword.

Zhao Yun took a step away with the wind god on his feet, turned his hand and slashed Wang Yang away with a sword. Wang Yang gave a ferocious laugh and turned back instantly, with a bloody light shooting out of his eyes. Zhao Yun flew behind him and danced around Long Yuan, blocking them all before he could stabilize himself. , Wang Yang arrived again, and the magic sword in his hand changed into a black magic sword. The sword was extremely powerful, and it had the power of locking. Zhao Yun thought he could not avoid it.

boom!

At this moment, he opened the body-protecting Tiangang.

The golden light shield was stretched out with him as the center, the breath was strong and the momentum was domineering.

Wang Yang, who had just been killed, was knocked over on the spot.

Zhao Yun never let go of such an opportunity. He stepped on the Wind God Step and instantly became like a rainbow.

puff!

As soon as Wang Yang fell, he was struck by Zhao Yun Fenglei's sword.

But this sword made Zhao Yun frown. He was targeting Wang Yang's Mingmen heart pulse. He never imagined that Wang Yang had moved his heart pulse just a moment ago. As a result, his killing sword... It only penetrated Wang Yang's chest simply, and it did not endanger his life at all.

"What a body-protecting Tiangang."

Wang Yang smiled sinisterly, his white teeth showing, shining with a faint light.

As he finished speaking, his demonic body shook, and the rolling magic energy surged with evil energy. Zhao Yun, who was the closest, was knocked out for the second time, and he followed him like a shadow, slashed down by Ling Tian's sword.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun held Long Yuan with both hands and slashed out.

The two swords collided sonorously and powerfully, creating bright sparks.

Wang Yang's magic sword was knocked away, and Zhao Yun's Long Yuan also fell all the way. The two swords landed in no particular order, one was stuck diagonally on the ground, and the other was stuck diagonally on the rock, both buzzing and trembling.

Zhao Yun's arm was bleeding, and he was shaken by a hard blow.

Wang Yang was not much better, but that guy had the power of regeneration. The so-called scars had healed, and the blood dripping from his arm bones was flowing backwards, and every drop of blood contained magic power.

"How to move your heart."

Zhao Yun's eyes flashed, and he still doesn't know how Wang Yang moved away.

Really, there is no limit to martial arts, and the sword just now really opened his eyes.

"I, changed my mind."

Wang Yang's faint laughter was dry and cold, and he made seals with one hand.

The so-called change of mind means not to kill Zhao Yun, but to capture him alive and go back to study it carefully.

Buzz!

As he sealed the seal, a demon tower made of demons came down from the sky.

When Zhao Yun saw it, he flew away.

However, the magic tower had its own devouring power, and it was so strong that he could not resist it. He could not escape for two or three steps before he was sucked into the magic tower. Only then did the magic tower crash to the ground, shaking the ground after it hit it.

Wang Yang's handprint changed again.

The magic tower buzzed, and there were dark magic patterns flowing on it. The magic symbols gathered into chains, like iron chains wrapping around the magic tower. The intertwining and collision sounds made a rattling sound, like a strange magic sound.

Looking inside the tower, there was another scene, lightning and thunder.

Zhao Yun was in it, and the essence and true energy in his body were flowing away rapidly.

In other words, it was sucked by this magic tower.

Zhao Yun looked around, he saw that the magic tower not only sucked the essence, but also had a very terrifying binding force. Look at the beating magic runes, each connected to each other, it must be a sealing formation.

"seal up."

Wang Yang raised the corners of his mouth, and then changed into a seal formula.

"Block me?"

Zhao Yun shouted loudly and used Xuanhuang Qi... to forcefully open a crack. The subsequent punch hit the crack and blasted it away. He jumped out like a dragon.

"very good."

Wang Yang reached toward the sky with a palm, trying to capture Zhao Yun alive before he landed.

Zhao Yun had already expected this, and flicked his spear with a flick of his hand, poking a bloody hole in Wang Yang's palm.

kill!

The bloody smell made Wang Yang furious, and he came with a roll of demonic energy to kill.

Just as Zhao Yun stabilized his body, he roared in front of him with a roar of dragon and tiger, which resonated with the spirit of martial arts. Despite Wang Yang's background, his head hurt from the roar, and his attack was a little weaker and a little slower. , Zhao Yun stepped forward, holding an iron whip in his hand, and hit him firmly on the head.

The pounding sound is still very pleasant.

Wang Yang groaned again and took a step back.

"Scream, I let you scream."

Zhao Yun caught up with him with an iron whip in his hand and smashed his head and face.

The iron whip, which is designed to invigorate the spirit, is very useful when used to hit people. People with martial souls can resist it. People without martial souls, such as the person in front of me, should not feel too sore. Being beaten by him One whip after another, the blows made all the orifices bleed, the mind was buzzing, and the pain in the head was so severe that it was about to explode.

ah....!

Wang Yang roared, whether it was anger or pain.

His roar was quite powerful. To be precise, the surging magic power was quite powerful, heavy and overbearing. Even Zhao Yun, who had opened the Qilin Body, could not withstand it and was knocked over for the third time.

"cut."

Zhao Yun, who flew backwards, used his soul to control the sword.

He was a skilled man, and he had already wielded the Long Yuan Sword when he hit Wang Yang with the iron whip.

puff!

Wang Yang, who had just stood firm, was decapitated by his sword.

There was still a dazzling bloody light, more dazzling than the last time.

Wang Yang's head rolled off, and his headless body swayed in the wind of blood. The wound on his neck was as big as a bowl, and blood was gushing out like a spring, reflecting the dim starlight, which looked scary at first glance.

The terrible scene is yet to come.

The headless body did not fall down, but a new head emerged from the gushing blood. It was still Wang Yang's head, twisting his neck happily, and it was still Wang Yang's face, full of ferocious and scarlet eyes. Demonic light radiates everywhere, and the evil spirits around him hide the wailing souls of injustice.