This was the first time Qin Wuyang saw Nangong Wentian. Nangong Wentian was slightly curly in white hair, had a majestic figure, and had a clear edges like a knife carving. Even in such anger, he did not lose his handsomeness and greatness at all.

Qin Wuyang secretly praised in his heart, no wonder Bei Mingxue would rather be young than marry this guy. Her appearance is a master's wife killer! This idea was only a moment ago. I believe that Nangong Wentian's appearance and the Tianjing Sword in his hand were even more eye-catching.

The Tianjing Sword is crystal clear and emerald green all over, as if it was carved from a whole piece of jasper, and the blade tip is in an arc. "Damn! Is this a sword? It's a scam! This is obviously a single sword, okay?"

Qin Wuyang complained in his heart, but he was not slow at all. Facing the Tianjing Sword Technique and the Tianjing Divine Sword, the cooperation between the two is definitely not comparable to ordinary moves. Qin Wuyang would never want to become another victim of Tianjing's name if he was careless for a moment.

"Slay! Fenghan Xuan Ice Prison!" It was originally not the right time to use Fenghan Xuan Ice Prison here. The moment when the Liuyang Jiyuan arrived was the most prosperous time between heaven and earth. Using fire-based exercises to achieve twice the result with half the effort, and using ice-based exercises is inevitable.

However, Qin Wuyang's response to this move shining all living beings was very clever. Endless frost power filled the surroundings. In the extremely low temperature, Nangong Wentian's speed was greatly limited, and the speed was difficult to exert, so he naturally could not continue.

With a smile, Qin Wuyang formed a fist into a fist and shot it from afar. But the domineering fist wind rushed out suddenly. It was like a giant dragon walking through the ice fog, hitting Nangong Wentian's chest.

"I'm not teasing you, Brother Wentian, please remember this!" Qin Wuyang hit a punch, and Nangong Wentian was hit by a punch before he could condense and flew ten feet away!

Nangong Wentian was recalling what Qin Wuyang meant, and he felt a chill on his chest, all the clothes flew away, his chest was full of muscles, and his muscles were bulging and extremely strong.

Nangong Wentian's face flushed abnormally. In public, his naked body made him feel that this was an unprecedented humiliation. During the Five Dynasties and Sixteen Kingdoms period, the feudal ethics in China were not that serious. However, for a man who had already become famous, the scene just now was an extreme humiliation.

His figure flashed, and when most people were in vain and had not seen clearly, the green armor had already wrapped around his body. Nangong Wentian rubbed his body again.

However, Nangong Wentian, who was full of revenge, was not suitable to become the Lord of Tianjing. Qin Wuyang's teasing words just now were to anger Nangong Wentian.

"Down! Down! Down!" Qin Wuyang called three times in a row, and Nangong Wentian fell down in response. Countless green sword energy shot out from the sword body, piercing Nangong Wentian himself, wrapping him around like a rice dumpling.

However, the matter is not over. Seeing Nangong Wentian retreating, the sect leader snorted coldly and brought a stick to fight Qin Wuyang. On the shore of Taihu Lake that day, Qin Wuyang used Nangong Wencai as a hostage, forcing the sect leader to retreat. This made the sect leader very angry.

Seeing Qin Wuyang today really made him very happy. Although he was not an opponent of the Evil Emperor, the Evil Emperor was a person from more than a hundred years ago, and it was understandable that he was stronger than him. But if others dared to touch his bad luck, how could they not be punished!

The sect leader took one step and took out the yin energy of the earth veins to increase his momentum. Qin Wuyang just now defeated Nangong Wentian with one move, so the sect leader naturally did not dare to be careless. He abandoned the seventh style of Earth Devouring Soul-Devouring Immortal Stick in the Soul-Devouring Immortal Stick method, and directly the second move of the three styles of Tianluo Soul-Devouring Stick.

"Crazy souls are destroyed!"

It was exactly the same as the move that Dongfang Yiming used before. The sect leader himself transformed into a dark green tornado and collided with him to Qin Wuyang. Although the moves were the same, the same weapon and the same moves were far different in the hands of different people.

Just like Qiao Feng fighting Juxianzhuang, a set of Taizu long fist can only be reduced to the streets in the hands of others, but in the hands of Qiao Feng, all the heroes can be defeated.

The same is true for the Crazy Soul Qianmie. In Dongfang Yiming's hand, this move was just to pull up two willow trees and blow them to three houses. However, when used in the hands of the sect leader, it was enough to smash the white clouds and tear the earth.

"cut!"

The tornado instantly became extremely thick, and in contrast, the tomb of Emperor Wu seemed to be shaking. Seeing that the sect leader was extremely fierce and evil, Qin Wuyang did not dare to be careless at all. He raised all his strength and attracted the long sword. The light in the sky seemed to be seduced by the long sword, and shouted: "The Prison of Infinite Light!"

The surroundings suddenly became dark, and after the light was twisted, it reflected colorful light. Although the light was beautiful, it was fatal! On the long sword of the shining gall, the hot light was like the sun being straightened and turned into a long sword that stretched through the sky.

"cut!"

Qin Wuyang shouted again, and the long sword of light slashed straight down. The tornado formed by the sect leader was destroyed, like a cream ice cream encountered the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and was instantly cut into two sections.

Flying sand and stones, and smoke and dust are everywhere in the sky.

Qin Wuyang used this six-yang auspicious day that was rare in ten thousand years to use unprecedented power to cut out the Infinite Light Prison. The excitement in his heart is indescribable!

The tornado was broken, revealing the true body of the sect leader. Qin Wuyang's bright sword fell, like the end of the world that judged the world!

The sect leader had blood on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes showed a sensational light. He roared into the sky, and the sect leader suddenly tore off his shirt, revealing his mottled bronze body.

"Rakshasa Battle Armor!" The sect leader seemed to be wearing a armor. At this moment, he seemed not a figure in the martial arts world, but a general who was on the battlefield with a sneer of contempt.

Around the sect leader, endless earth veins and yin energy gathered like a guardian emperor. I wonder if this is the case in a mere land, but it is like this within a thousand miles!

"Destroy the sky!"

The sect leader's voice was hoarse, and the yin energy on the soul-devouring stick suddenly condensed like a pillar of the sky, facing the infinite light prison! The two strong collisions, the light saber and the giant pillar of the sky were all broken inch by inch and annihilated. Just when everyone thought it was over, an explosion suddenly occurred!

It was like a nuclear bomb exploded, and the entire scene was messy, and a large number of people in the martial arts world were shocked and unconscious.

Qin Wuyang was thrown away and landed lightly on the tomb of Emperor Wu, like a feather. However, the sect leader was much embarrassed, and he fell into the ground from under his thighs. The Rakshasa battle armor was covered with cracks and could break the ground at any time, with abnormal distortion of facial features, which was obviously extremely painful. But even so, the sect leader had no intention of retreating.

He flapped his arms, pulled out of the soil, and slapped hard on the ground. The man had already jumped out of the ground with the help of his power. At this time, the sect leader's skills did not decline but increased, and his momentum was three points higher than when he first started to take action!

Qin Wuyang was depressed. Damn, are you mistaken? If you are injured, you should look like you are injured. How can you beat someone like you are like this?

"Come again!" The sect leader stretched out his hand and the Soul-Devouring Stick that fell a hundred meters away fell into his hand with a "swoosh".

"Soul Devouring, I guess you won't be willing to do it either! You're going to take revenge by being beaten so miserably by a guy who is not someone, right?" The sect leader said to himself and strode forward. Suddenly, someone next to him rushed over and said, "Sect leader, let's join forces!"

The sect leader was angry when he heard this and was about to scold him. Then he saw that Nangong Wentian had recovered completely and jumped up again. Thinking of Nangong Wencai being locked in the mausoleum, Nangong Wentian could not enter, and the pain was obvious! In addition, he was beaten with a move just now, so he was naturally unable to get tough!

With a muffled groan, the sect leader agreed!

The two gods of Tianjing Sword and Soul-Devouring Stick joined forces to defeat Qin Wuyang and open the tomb of Emperor Wu! When both sides were about to fight again, a sudden change occurred!
Chapter completed!