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Chapter 250: The transformation of the real dragon, the glory of the emperor (3)

Yang Zhao's face looked as if dead, his lips were pursed tightly, and he kept silent. However, in his eyes, there was a cold light flashing. The hands were still holding the Yin and Yang order tightly, and he refused to let go of it no matter what. Obviously, even when it was already the last moment, he was still not discouraged. Even though the shadow of death was so heavy that even the sun could cover it, he would never wait for death. His eyes met, and Yang Xuangan felt disappointed and angry in his heart, and there was no trace of pleasure of victory at all. With a angrily snorted, he stepped forward and slashed his head. The tiger soul turned into purple lightning and lightning, flashing through the air, and wanted to slash the little thief whom he hated the most and hated the most, from head to toe.

Soon after the shocking lightning! The deadly sword light had just lit up, and it was not even time to move. Yang Zhao had already taken the lead without thinking! The Yin-Yang Order was split into two again, and a staggered attack was made. The sound of the "Ding~" gold and iron clashing was spreading in all directions at the same time. The atmosphere within ten feet of radiates like a lake, and the sound was permeated. Yang Xuangan immediately felt tinnitus and his mind was even more dizzy, and he almost couldn't stand steadily. He could not stop the fierce killing force of the magic weapon in his palms. He grabbed the flash of speed and a fleeting moment. The King of Henan, who bent his knees and half kneeled on the ground, suddenly shouted, and his palms were poured into his remaining strength and slapped the ground!

With a loud shock, Yang Zhao used the power of the palm to counter-shock and pulled up to the sky, rising higher and higher. The eyes of the king of the world contracted slightly and shouted loudly: "Little thief, don't think about it!" The fierce sword of the tiger soul was like a thunder flying out of his hand. The fourth strike of the purple thunder derived and differentiated countless purple lightning thunders, aiming at the Henan king in the air with a high focus and slashing. The sword light did not even touch the target, and the little prince in the air attracted the dragon roar.

The sound is like a long roar. Yin and Yang commands the sky and the earth, and it leads out the strange black and white light and connects the eighteen layers of the underworld. It is majestic and majestic, even if you are dozens of miles away, you can see clearly. However, at the same time, the Winter Thunder Thunder and Thunder have also rushed to the front of you with a fierce momentum and slashed violently. Yin and Yang command the strange light to protect the body, and the tiger's sword light cannot attack. However, the light column is disturbed by it, and it is trembling in vain and cannot penetrate the clouds.

This scene can only be inexplicable in the eyes of others. However, in the eyes of King Yang Shuang of Wei, this Sui elder was as insightful as ever. He blurted out: "Zhao'er wants to show his natal emperor star and absorb the Starlight Emperor Qi for his own use. Stop Yang Xuangan!" The Yin Gui Sect is not a person from the court, and he asked the "Yinhou" to support the King of Henan before, so Yang Shuang's two words were yelled at Sima Huangfoun and Situ Ya. The overlord was unparalleled in the world. It was no different from being an enemy of the God of Death. Who dared to act rashly? But Sima Huangfoun's value orientation is completely different from that of ordinary people.

He likes to live and hates death, but he has nothing to ask for in his life. The only one who asks for is only a violent and cruel death. Isn’t it his dream to be able to die eight hundred years ago by Xiang Yu, the king of Western Chu and the peerless sword and tiger spirit? Therefore, the command of King Wei has not fallen, and Sima Huangfeng has been unable to help but jumped up and snatched up, laughing in joy: "King Chu, come and eat my punch!" His skill was urging the valley to the extreme peak realm without reservation, and his black aura was filled with black air, sweeping like a level ten storm. The extremely evil aura of death was approaching Yang Xuangan. It was his last strongest, most evil and most extraordinary "ultimate happiness" that he hit the last three times of death!

Sima Huangfeng's cultivation is definitely a first-class master in the world. Even compared with Li Yuan and Yuwen Shu and other major lords, he would only lose half a bit. If he was normal, the Overlord was completely fearful of him and could dismember him on the spot with just one knife. However, at this moment, Yang Xuangan devoted most of his energy to Yang Zhao, and he would never allow the King of Henan to seduce the appearance of the emperor star. In the lightning, the fierce and evil spirits were coming from the air, and he could not immediately pull back the tiger soul to meet the enemy with all his strength. In a hurry, he roared and held his palm up to his sword and slashed his arms. The "bang" Yu

The muffled explosion immediately resounded all over the world. The Purple Thunder Divine Art, which was devoted to the three successful powers, could only compete with "Ultimate Bliss" and not against each other. A strange and inexplicable feeling even penetrated Yang Xuangan's internal organs from Sima Huangfeng's fist like mercury pouring through every pore of his skin. In an instant, the Overlord felt that his fighting spirit was completely gone in his heart, and he just wanted to let go of his arms and warmly welcome the supreme bliss from death. At the moment when his will was slightly shaken, the main force who poured Sima Huangfeng's lifelong cultivation roared through the air and roared hard on the Overlord's cheek.

At the critical moment, the Purple Thunder Magic Power's body protection ability was fully released. The thunder lightning crackled and shook Sima Huangmeng backwards. Yang Xuanyan was only in pain and was still frustrated, and he involuntarily retreated three steps backwards. The attack of the tiger soul in his right hand was slightly slowed down. The black and white strange light of the Yin-Yang Order got this gap and immediately broke through the suppression, waiting to hit the sky. The king of the new world shouted in a deep voice, stood firm and controlled the sword with his energy, and used the third purple thunder strike to sink the thunder hell. The tiger soul turned sharply and turned into a large area of ​​thick dark clouds and pressed against Yang Zhao's head, banning the black and white strange light of the Yin-Yang Order. However, at this moment, Sima Huangmeng's second ultimate joy had come one after another. The howling fist wind was obviously heavier and stronger than the first strike.

The overlord was full of anger and shouted in a deep voice: "You dare to mess with me? You are looking for death!" He waved his palm again, and used his own heart to slash out the spring thunder with all his might! Even though he still had only three successful powers, the slash with the Purple Thunder Sword Technique was more than three times faster than before! With Sima Huang Tomb's cultivation level, let alone resist, he couldn't even see the momentum of the sword. "Pa~" the crisp bones broke through without any ambiguity, and Sima Huang Tomb's right shoulder

The scapula was cut inch by inch. But this madman was not only painless, but also showed an extremely excited and joyful craziness, laughing loudly and said, "Thank you for the reward of the overlord, I feel so good. Come again! Hahahahaha~~" In the laughter, he did not retreat but advanced, and his strength increased unabated. The thick black dead energy condensed into a black crazy beast, like a fierce counterattack. The "Ultimate Bliss" punch that exceeded the limit was like rain, bombarding the whole body.

The more intense the pain, the higher the fighting spirit in Sima Huangfeng's chest, and the stronger the power corresponds. Such a madman, the King of Western Chu had never encountered such a madman in his past and present life. Due to the situation, he could only deal with the three successful forces. Not only did he pick up the madman, but he took several punches one after another. The power of death contained in his fist was extremely strange, which made him feel dazed and the situation became worse. He suffered losses for no reason. The invincible rebirth overlord was also very crazy. Li shouted loudly: "Dog breed, get out of this overlord!" He even ignored Yang Zhao, and his five fingers quickly retracted, sucked the tiger soul back into his palm and clenched it tightly, and slashed it at Sima Huangfeng with all his strength!

As the rabbit rises and falcons falls, changes arise again. Only the sound of breaking the wind is heard, and it turns out that "Flying Sky" Situ Ya has been silently surrounded by Yang Xuangan, raised her arms, and shot out the "Void Blade" of her own distinguished skills. The so-called "Void Blade" is actually two translucent silk threads made of snow-mounted sky silk mixed with Postian specialty black gold. It is inseparable from swords and guns, and water and fire are not damaged. Even if the level of the earth god weapon is entangled by it, it is still difficult to escape. However, Situ Ya knows that with his cultivation, it will never be difficult to lock the peerless divine edge of the tiger soul, so these two "Void Blades" directly wrapped around the enemy's neck. Yang Xuangan only felt a tight neck tight,

Then something sharp as a blade was pulled back. Unpredictable, it was actually broken and bloody. If you continue like this, wouldn't it even be pulled down by the entire human head? There is no way to try to save yourself first. Then the overlord turned his arm and turned his sword back, which drove the tiger's soul to spin like a wheel. It was the spiral of the sky with both offense and defense. No matter whether the thunder ball broke the knife, it would first cut off the "Void Blade" and then retreat to the "ultimate happiness". The sword force expanded violently, and he decided to kill these two lackeys under the King of Henan first, and then kill Yang Zhao with all his strength to eliminate future troubles. Unfortunately, in addition to Sima and Situ, he had to deal with the opponents he had to deal with, there was also a "yin queen".

The beautiful and graceful shadow, with a breathtaking laughter, came here. Unwilling to let his daughter take risks, Zhu Yuyan used the magical body technique and broke into the battlefield alone in a moment. He still reserved the ground and only urged the secret of the demon **The sixteenth floor space chapter. The slender jade fingers like spring onion were plucked like a piano and plucked the strings. A tingling sound as dense as a pipa came out one after another. The "yinhou" either picked or plucked, twisted or played, and used extremely clever techniques to wield the tiger's sword to tilt and deviate. Although its power was far less than that, it also achieved miraculous results with softness.

However, the danger of fighting against the tiger soul god's sword with bare hands is nothing more than walking a tightrope on a cliff. If you are not careful, you may end up in a crushed bone and die without a complete corpse. The "Queen of Yin" will never be entangled with Yang Xuangan for a long time. Seeing that the Tianxuan Thunder and Sword was slightly blocked, Zhu Yuyan raised his true energy, and his eyes suddenly burst into strange blue light, which had already pushed the Heavenly Demon Secret to the 17th Level "Disassembly" realm. Her left arm bent and her elbow was recovered, and her power was faster than lightning

The earth wandered around the small Zhoutian in her body, relying on her peerless light skills to advance quickly, and a palm was pressed on Yang Xuangan's chest. The secret of the Heavenly Demon** is from the "Heavenly Demon Strategy" among the four great books. Even if it is not as powerful as the Purple Thunder Divine Art, its power cannot be underestimated. Yang Xuangan was slapped on her body with her palms, and immediately felt aroused and felt a strange evil force invading the meridians and eroding the meridians from the inside to the outside, breaking the viscera and shattering the bones. It seems that if she cannot split her whole body into countless pieces, the evil force will never give up.

Again and again, these annoying flies were trying to entangle themselves, which was simply angry! The Overlord's anger was so angry that he had never seen before. He subconsciously roared to the sky and forced out ten successful forces without reservation. The evil spirit of the demon was completely vulnerable to the front of the Purple Thunder God Art, and was easily completely driven away. The thunder rag exploded and crackled violently. Yang Xuangan was like the Thunder God descending to earth, and he swallowed thunder and lightning all over his body, and he was domineering.

The momentum is unparalleled! The fifth attack of the purple thunder hit Jiuxiao and drove thousands of thunder balls, and at the same time bombarded all directions, just like a mountain torrent, and there was no way to resist it. However, "Empress" had expected that he would have such a fierce counterattack. After a palm, he did not seek advantage. He grabbed Sima Huangfeng and Situ Ya at the same time with both hands, and retreated quickly. No matter how fierce and fierce the overlord's counterattack was, he was still half a step slower.

Yang Xuangan was about to change his moves and continue to pursue him, suddenly there was a strange purple light on his head, just like a large plate of cold water pouring down his head. He stopped in shock and turned to look up at the sky. Suddenly, he saw that the black and white light of the Yin-Yang Order had broken through the many locks and reached the sky. The two stars on the sky appeared together, and their momentum could not be stopped. The Domineering Star on the left was blue, with a sharp aura, dazzling provocation, and full of violent killing. On the right, there was a purple star standing with it. Although the light was far less bright than the Domineering Star, its momentum was round and soft, and it seemed that it would be more powerful and indomitable. This is exactly the "Zhenwu" Emperor Star belonging to Yang Zhao!

"Zhenwu" Emperor Star appeared, and the starlight of the Emperor's Qi immediately swept down like a river breaking a dam, pouring into the star's body continuously. At that time, Yang Zhao, who was bathed in the starlight, felt as if he was soaked in warm hot water. Not only did he recover from his full combat state after exhaustion, he was even more comfortable and unspeakable. He couldn't help but let out a long whistle, his eyes were red and bright, and the yin and yang were "pa" together with each other.

Reappearing his strongest combat form. Yang Zhao's eyes burst into anger and shouted loudly: "Yang ~ Xuan~ Yan!" Before the sound fell, the little prince leaned down from a high place and rushed forward. His momentum was so fast and fierce, like a meteor from the sky! Yang Xuangan did not retreat and called out, and cried out in a broken voice: "Good come!" He twisted his waist and turned around, swinging the tiger soul head-on and slashed. The harsh tinnitus of "Dang ~" came out, and immediately splashed out millions of brilliant sparks.

For only half a moment, Yang Xuangan suddenly roared, and the tiger soul sword swept the Yin and Yang order, shaking Yang Zhao's whole body backward like a scarecrow. The fourth attack on the purple thunder, the Winter Thunder Thunder, was used to sacrifice it, and the sharp sword light slashed upwards and slashed upwards. It absorbed a large amount of imperial star energy and was strengthened. Yang Zhao should have increased his strength, but at this moment, he seemed to be unable to follow his heart for some reason. The surging true energy rushes in his body, but he can't do anything to do his best to operate according to his own wishes. He has not yet figured out what the hell was, and the tiger soul sword light came to attack and kill him. There was no way, and the little prince could only do his best to dance the magic weapon to protect himself.
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