The deafening roar suddenly exploded, and the invisible sound waves suddenly spread out into all directions through the not-so-thick walls. The heavy rain immediately encountered a shield, and the thousands of rains could not even drop down on the eaves of Shennong Temple. Before the sound fell, there was another violent sound of "boom". Yang Zhao's back was facing the sky and his chest was facing the ground, and the shells seemed to soar up into the sky, crashing the roof of the temple through a big hole. The remaining momentum was still slight.

It was still soaring straight into the sky. He was in mid-air and took a breath, gritted his teeth and twisted his waist, turned a hollow somersault to remove the force, and shouted angrily: "The unreasonable bearded man, do you think I will be afraid of you?" He stretched out his hand and slapped his waist, but when he heard the sound of the dragon roar, he was already holding the sword. The little prince rushed down and fell down his feet, and the red unicorn appeared with his heart. When his wrist trembled, thousands of silver lights immediately poured down densely, and their momentum was invincible, even better than the torrential rain.

Yang Zhao took all his strength to attack. Without any results, he heard the roar again. A figure jumped up from the temple. It was the middle-aged man with a red beard. He whispered his beard and roared in a roar: "The lewd thief, the stolen stolen, and the stolen stolen people are there, and he dares to make words and quibble? Today, you must not escape justice!" The giant turtle suddenly appeared in the shape of a huge divine turtle, and pointed it like a sword, which seemed slow and fast, and quickly sealed the space within five feet. Even though he was just bare-handed, his sword energy was more sharp than Yang Zhao.

In the midst of lightning, two sword moves pressing from top to bottom were fiercely fighting in mid-air, and the sound of clanging conflicts continued to suppress the sound of heavy rain. The sharp force was uncontrollably rushing wildly and destroyed when it encountered objects. How could this shoddy temple be withstood in remote areas? But under the sword energy, the beams and walls of the Shennong Temple immediately collapsed, and the tiles were flying, like rolling soup and pouring snow, and it was destroyed. When the battle was in full swing, the bearded man suddenly shouted again and slapped out with a palm in his left hand.

The surging fire power, as fierce as the scorching sun, suddenly shone across the top and bottom, causing the dark night to be torn to pieces. After all, Yang Zhao's Yanwu Theory is still a beginner, and his moves are far from perfect, and his transformation is free. Although he knew that he should use the "Yan Li Crazy Walk" to break the enemy's fierce move, he could not get rid of the entanglement of the opponent's sword-pointing point of the divine turtle. He could no longer do anything but gritted his teeth, clenched his five fingers with his left hand into a fist, and shouted and blasted out the ruthless thunder.

The fist and palms were fighting each other, and a shocking roar broke out immediately. The thunder fire power was compressed by both sides to the limit and could not be vented. A powerful anti-shock force was formed on the spot and exploded the two of them backwards. However, it seemed that the power of the pure Yang palm was still two better than the ruthless thunder. The bearded man had just retreated about seven steps and had already stood firmly. On the other hand, the little prince was like a broken catkin, falling out of shape and fell more than ten feet but still unable to stop the castration. "Bang~" knocked a big tree more than ten meters high in the waist. With the sound of "Crack~", the trunk of two people fell down dejectedly, burying the little prince completely.

The bearded man snorted coldly, knowing that this big tree was not enough to make Yang Zhao lose his combat power, and his sword fingers were raised again, and he was about to pursue the victory. Suddenly, his ears moved lightly, and he rushed into the shaking Shennong Temple without thinking, and pulled off the big red cloak from his shoulders, rolled up the woman who had been raped by the old monster Yin and Yang to commit violence. He rushed straight out of the temple. As soon as he stopped, he heard the "boom" behind him. The whole temple was finally unbearable to ravage, completely collapsed, and turned into a ruined wall.

The dark clouds in the night sky were still so thick that they were incalculable, and there was no sign of stopping. Although the strong wind that the two masters had exploded during the battle of the fierce two masters temporarily blew away the rainwater, once they stopped, the raindrops as big as soybeans fell from the sky again. The woman was so charming and poisonous, and was originally burning and depressed and unable to vent. At this time, she was soaked by the cold rainwater and suddenly regained some consciousness. She opened her eyes with difficulty and vaguely saw a bearded man with a big beard as red as fire. The previous emotions such as panic, fear, despair, and helplessness were immediately swept away. The ones replaced it were a kind of warm feeling of peace and stability. She sighed softly and called weakly: "Brother."

The bearded man nodded and asked softly: "Miaoying, are you okay?"

This woman is the head of the Heyi Sect, nicknamed Tongtian Empress Xia Miaoying. Because Jianwei County is located in a remote area, although the court appointed officials to govern, most of the officials were unwilling to come to take office and stayed in Chengdu. The Heyi Sect is a local gang, and most of the business in the Jianwei County is controlled by them. If there is a dispute between dealers, they will be responsible for arbitration. Even the taxes that should be collected after various transactions are also responsible for collecting and then handing over to Chengdu. So over the years, the Heyi Sect has become an official who is not an official, and Xia Miaoying has also become an official who is not an official of the court.

The imperial officials were extremely prestige in the minds of the locals. The Emperor Tongtian said the truth, who disrespected her three points? Unexpectedly, he capsized the gutter today and was almost insulted by someone. It was really a great shame that he had never seen in his life. Hearing the gentle care of the man with a beard, the feeling of grievance immediately surged into his heart. She stretched out her arms and hugged the man with a tight hug. Two lines of hot tears flowed down her fair face like broken pearls, and burst into tears. The man with a beard did not avoid it. He turned his arms and patted her back to comfort her, and said softly: "Okay, OK, it's okay now."

"Crash~" With the sound, the tree trunk weighing more than hundreds of kilograms was pushed away and smashed to the ground. Yang Zhao stood up shakingly, with his facial features twisted and ferocious expression, and he seemed furious. He shook the long sword in his hand and shouted angrily: "Do you think you have won the unreasonable beard? Get over and die for me!"

The voice was heard. The bearded man was not yet. The Empress of Tongtian Xia Miaoying couldn't help but tremble in her delicate body, as if she was extremely scared. In fact, the real flower-picking thief was the Yin-Yang monarch, the leader of the Five Poison Clan of the Southern Barbarians. However, when the Yin-Yang monarch started, she didn't let Xia Miaoying see her true appearance at all. Later, she was charming and confused, and she didn't know anything. On the contrary, after the Yin-Yang monarch died, the little prince helped her to drive away the poison, and by chance, she actually decided that Yang Zhao was the flower-picking thief.

The bearded man's wife died of difficult labor a few years ago, leaving only a small baby girl, and the father and daughter depended on each other for life. Although his father and daughter depended on each other for life. Although his father and daughter had a deep love, he was a big man after all and did not know how to take care of the child. One time by chance, Xia Miaoying happened to see the little baby girl, and she fell in love with her at first sight and loved her very much. Although she was unmarried, her daughter's family was always much more careful than the big man, so she regarded the little baby girl as her goddaughter and kept her by her side to take care of her. After a while, the two of them had more contact, and the Queen of Tongtian gradually became fascinated by the martial arts and character of the bearded man. A trace of her heart had been firmly attached to him and could not be broken down again.

The bearded man loved his wife very deeply. Therefore, after his wife died, he had no idea of ​​remarrying. Although he knew Xia Miaoying's intentions, he always had only brother-sister feelings, but no thoughts of men and women. However, even so, Xia Miaoying was already one of the three people he valued most in the world. Seeing Xia Miaoying like this, his anger, which had been slightly curbed, immediately became a turbulent prairie fire. He patted the shoulder of the Empress Tongtian and said in a deep voice: "Miaoying, don't worry. This thief's hand was touched by your skin, so I cut his hand down. His eyes had seen your body, and I dug out his eyeballs. In short, this brother Qiu made a decision for you today." After speaking, he carefully placed her body under a tree that could slightly block the rain, and told him: "You take a break first." Then he turned around suddenly and glared at Yang Zhao.

In an instant, Wuhu's aura burst into a surging force, and the rain fell three feet above the bearded man's head, and was immediately rejected from the door, and he could not cross the line. If he deliberately used his skills to create such an effect, it would not be surprising. However, through the qi, Yang Zhao clearly felt that the other party had not yet used any trace of true energy. The momentum alone could form a substantial effect. His cultivation was so profound that it was shocking, especially Mahaye, the leader of the Jile Sect, and was only a little inferior to Yang Xuangan, the overlord of the rebirth. For a moment, even the little prince could not help but feel tight and took a step back slightly.

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The bearded man has a clear love and hatred in his life, and his evil is as fierce as his enemies. Since he has determined that Yang Zhao is a flower-picking thief who intends to insult Xia Miaoying, he will not waste any more words with the other party. His arms, which were lowered from the left and right of the body, suddenly clenched into a fist, and the purple-red energy emerged through the body. Its momentum is fierce but not dry, just like Xi and Haori, and it will never be extinguished. It is the highest pure yang realm of Zhengyi Cult's magical skills, Zhengyi Pure Yang Gong. In today's world, those who can have such advanced cultivation will be able to have such a profound cultivation level.

There were only two people. One was the chief of the Chaoyang Tianshi, and the other was the fourth junior brother of the Chaoyang Tianshi. Who is the true identity of this big man with a beard is so obvious that there is no need to say anything more. But when he saw him open his eyebrows and angrily roaring, "Evil Buddha and lust, evil thief, come to take his life!" The voice had not fallen, and it had been moving beyond the thunder and rushed up quickly. Chunyang's palm force slapped hard on his chest, and it was as powerful as a flood of waterfalls and waves, and there was no way to resist it.

Yang Zhao was shrouded by the palm force, and felt that his blood was boiling, as if he was about to be burned and steamed by the opponent's fiery yang. Even though he was prepared, he was still shocked in his heart. However, although he was shocked, the sword in his palm still raised a storm without thinking, and had already used the Yanwu theory: breaking the fierceness with speed - Yan Li crazy. In the lightning and fire, the little prince's body spread and divided into three at the same time. The sword energy came first, twisting the arms of the bearded man, forming a cocoon-hiding force to completely ban the power of the pure Yang palm. The bearded man felt that his true energy was difficult to vomit, and it was irrelevant, and it was indescribable. Just as he was about to change his move, three figures had already passed by, and his pure Yang true energy was dissipated without a trace. This palm with no power was completely incapable of swinging and was defeated before it collapsed.

Such a strange thing is that the man who bearded has never encountered any strange things in his life after he became a master. After all his battles, he was stunned for a moment. Before he could calm down, he changed his tricks to deal with it. Yang Zhao had already come to lightning like a thunder and lightning. With the muffled sound of "Puff~", the two of them stood firmly like clay puppets at the same time, and never moved again.

The heavy rain has gradually stopped, and there is no rain in the sky. However, the sound of the low water point has not stopped. "Tick~Tick~Tick..." The dark clouds dissipated, and the bright ice wheel cast the cold light on the ground. The two figures that were originally trapped in the darkness suddenly became extremely clear and clear. Xia Miaoying opened her eyes with fear, and half of the sharp sword tip suddenly appeared in her pupils. Red blood beads were dripping along the sword blade. She subconsciously struggled to stand up and shouted sadly: "Brother~"

As soon as the shouts fell, the two entangled each other fell to the ground at the same time. Xia Miaoying's eyes were filled with tears, trying to go over and see what happened. However, her body was not clear, and her whole body was sore and weak, and she couldn't use any strength. She was about to take a step, but her body tilted and fell into the muddy after the heavy rain. Although she was very clean on weekdays, she was devoted to the bearded man, so she didn't care about many other things? She barely gathered her residual power and struggled to crawl in the mud, crawling while crawling: "Brother, brother, get up!"

"Tread~Tread~Tread~Tread~" The footsteps came from far away, and in the blink of an eye, there were three people coming. First, one was tall and thin, with great light skills, which was "Flying Heaven" Situ Ya. The man behind him wore a straw hat, which was difficult to tell the face. He was a strange-shaped scimitar on his waist, which was given to Mo San by "one sword, a thousand miles apart". There was also a man wearing a black armor that was completely different from the Middle Earth form, and a hideous mask on his face. The two loyal ministers of "Dizang" were also. These three people were originally followed Yang Zhao out of the city, but they didn't know why, but they didn't arrive until now.

Since Situ Ya is skilled in light skills, she is good at finding news. When she gets close, she takes the lead and says strangely: "Hey, that person is not the leader of the Heyi Sect, Xia Miaoying, the Empress of Tongtian? How could he look like this here?" The second loyal minister has the most honest personality. Without asking the reason, he went up to help Xia Miaoying up and said in a deep voice: "Madam, what happened?" But Xia Miaoying turned a blind eye to everything outside her body at this moment, and looked at her as if she was ignored, but she did not care about his questions?

Mo San was upset when he showed it. He raised his finger and directly pointed the sleeping hole of the Queen Mother Tongtian and said in a deep voice: "What do you care about this woman? It's important to do serious things." He walked over and raised his legs to separate the two on the ground. The bearded man was penetrated by a long sword and came forward and out. Yang Zhao left two purple-red finger marks on his temple. Judging from his appearance, he must have been attacked by the opponent's Jedi, and he used his sword finger to hit the key hole. The force penetrated into his head and was shocked to death on the spot.

Both sides were injured and died together. Mo San had never dreamed of such an ending. In an instant, a strange light suddenly appeared in his eyes hidden under the grass hat. Not only did his hands, which had always been as calm as a rock, could not help but tremble slightly, but even the breathing sound became several times heavier. After a while, he squatted down and reached out to find the two of them. Sure enough, both breathing and pulse had stopped and he could not die anymore.

Mo San let out a deep breath, stood up, and said in a deep voice: "Everything is dead. Humph, how dead are you."

Situ Ya frowned and said, "What's the point of this? Although this boy named Yang is suspicious, we haven't caught the evidence that he is a flower-picking thief. Once he dies like this, will the truth be destroyed from now on?"

"It doesn't matter, there is still Empress Tongtian here. Is the boy named Yang a flower picker? Just ask when she wakes up." The loyal minister of the second book put Xia Miaoying under the tree and came straight over and said in a low voice: "However, this big beard is very strange. Who is he? Why did he die here with the boy named Yang?"

Mo San took a slight step back quietly and said, "I know who this big beard is."

Situ Ya and the second generation loyal minister turned around at the same time and asked, "Who is he?"

Mo San said to Ningsheng: "The Southern Barbarians are vast and have rich resources, so they are divided into hundreds of tribes, and they do not interfere with each other and do their own things. However, two years ago, an outsider suddenly came to the Southern Barbarians and became the patriarch of one of the tribes. Under his leadership, the tribe quickly grew stronger. In just two years, it has annexed more than 30 tribes and became an important force of the Southern Barbarians. No one knows his true name. However, because he raises a big white tiger, outsiders call him the White Tiger King."

"Oh? In this way, this bearded man is the White Tiger King." Situ Ya suddenly realized and said, "The Southern Barbarian King, his martial arts are indeed powerful." The second loyal minister seemed to smell a scent of danger. He instinctively reached out and pressed the hilt of the knife, and asked in a deep voice: "Mo San gives it to you, you are also from the Southern Barbarian, right? But... have a grudge against this White Tiger King?"

Mo Sanqiu refused to answer silently, but suddenly raised his hand and took off the grass hat that he never left. A scarred face that was as terrifying as a ghost suddenly appeared in front of him. No matter how strong the concentration of Guan Feitian and Dizang were, his heart was shocked and shocked at the same time. He grabbed the flash of this flash of like a white horse, and the fleeting moment, Mo Sanqiu suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted: "Old Tang, old ghost, take action!" The sword light like the moon slashed in the sky and headed straight for the throats of the two "companions"!

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