The hatred of killing his father is irreconcilable. The fortune of China and the prosperity of the country are all related to this battle. Therefore, whether for public or private, this battle is destined to not allow any "gentleman's style". Standing there, do nothing, wait for the other party to slowly gather internal strength before making moves to kill himself? Unless Yang Zhao has a bad mind, this "Song Xiang's benevolence" will not appear in him no matter what.

In the cold and silent, strange and inexplicable darkness, under the introverted and compressed purple lightning, Yang Zhao stepped on his arching step and removed the shape of the Great Sun Fire Dragon. The Yin and Yang orders then quickly struck left and right, and the flowing light remained in the air, forming a ferocious mantis waiting for it. Before the residual image disappeared, he suddenly stepped on the ground, and rushed forward like a powerful arrow from the string, rushing forward through the air. It was almost over the Jinghongzhi lightning, and the Xingwan jumped. Ten feet away were wiped out in the lightning and fire, and the Henan king, who was only a few feet away from this life and death enemy, shook his arms and wrists, holding the Yin order, and stabbed it out quickly.

With murderous intent coming, the overlord of the new generation was still fully focused on the purple thunder magic skill and focused on the tiger soul, completely ignoring the little prince's attack. At this moment, he really couldn't free up the space to block the enemy's attack. However, the seven purple thunder attacks seized the creation of heaven and earth, invaded the mystery of the universe, and was deeply tempered, how could it leave such an obvious flaw for the enemy to criticize Kang Daxu? Yang Xuangan's arms were facing the sky and held the tiger soul, seemingly unprepared. In fact, not only his internal strength, but also the vital energy of the heaven and earth in the nine heavens and nine netherworlds was continuously pulled and sucked onto the blade by him, condensed into a ball of purple lightning that was only about a foot in size and continued to draw inward. Within the arch of the purple lightning, it naturally condensed into an invisible wall to protect the master himself. No one could easily cross the thunder pool.

Before the Yin Ling could deliver half a foot, the barrier of the Qi Wall was reacting itself, and a violent and unrestrained huge force of recoil was generated, which was to shock the enemy invasion into the internal organs and burst and rupture. Yang Zhao suddenly trembled violently, and he gritted his teeth and endured the recoil force with his own body. Yin Ling kept casting, and then moved forward half a foot, and had already penetrated deep into the protection range of the Qi Wall. But the power of the Purple Thunder Knife was as good as

This can be easily cracked? The first layer of guardian barrier was broken, and Yang Xuangan did not need to deliberately activate it. The second layer of barrier was already sensing the energy. Thousands of purple lightning thunders as thin as cow's hair appeared out of thin air, like magnetic iron, and it seemed like it was automatically pounced on Yang Zhao's magical weapon like a spiritual living creature, and then honestly and unceremoniously drilled into the human body along the meridians of the arm. It would explode from the inside out, and then explode to pieces in the future of the enemy.

If the Great Sun Fire Dragon protects the body, these thunders would not have been able to invade the little prince's body no matter what, but they would have to touch all the power condensed by the seventh strike of the purple thunder and make a more fierce counterattack. Now Yang Zhao took the initiative to remove the protective fire dragon, and the counterattack of the touching restriction was greatly weakened, but at the same time his own protection was reduced to almost nothing. In the long run, he would still be bombarded by the purple lightning thunder and would never have a burial place. Fortunately...

The Yin-Yang Order in Yang Zhao's hand is the nemesis of the purple lightning thunder wire. The Yin-Yang Order is made of Western Xuanyu, which can absorb any form of energy in the world. The Yang Order cast with the extreme platinum can release this power outward and release it. Yang Zhao's body automatically operates the "drip rotation" of the two yin and eight methods, and inserts the Yang Order to the ground. In an instant, he moved and transferred all the lightning energy to the soil, but the damage he suffered was only one-tenth of the original. The thick earth was widely hidden, and in the blink of an eye, he absorbed and dissolved thousands of strands of purple lightning thunder wires completely.

The screenings were gone, the door opened, and the rebirth overlord Yang Xuangan, who had entered the critical countdown, had no defense on the surface. He was completely fish and I was the knife. Yang Zhao had no hesitation at all. The mantis appeared and disappeared again. The Yin and Yang command blades were outward, and the thunder thunder struck the head. At that time, it was soon, and Ji Zhu's Purple Thunder's seventh strike started and suspended in the air. The silent rebirth overlord suddenly opened his tiger's eyes wide, and he was tilted back in time. The clear sound of "pa~" passed, and the Yin and Yang command hit his forehead at the same time. Yang Xuangan seemed to be unaffected at all, and shouted angrily: "Yang Zhao, little thief, die!" He pushed forward with his hands and slapped the tiger's sword.

In the lightning, the purple thunder sounded and the thunder exploded. The tiger spirit magic sword was like a vicious beast, and it swung violently and flew out. The thunderous power of the thunder tearing the sky and the earth was officially released without reservation. Yang Zhao was in the brunt of the brutal force, and had no room for resistance to resist. He was already slashed into two by a sharp blade. The purple thunder power surged in from the knife like a tide, and immediately chewed the prey that had entered the tiger's mouth to pieces. However, he finally killed his opponent, and the rebirth who won the final victory in this life-and-death battle not only had no joy at all, but his face changed drastically, and he roared angrily: "Stir, is this kind of despicable method? It's angry!" His arms were spinning rapidly, and he was about to drive the divine weapons back to defend.

It was too late. When the lightning was too fast to cover his ears, two Yang Zhao, who were also covered with black energy, had already appeared silently on the left and right. Heavy rain, strong wind, impermanence and infinite power; thunder and lightning were blasting, infinite and ruthless. The four major elements of the Four Elephant Mystery Technique attacked fiercely at the same time, and the tiger soul could not return to defense. Yang Xuangan subconsciously roared violently, forcing the purple thunder to protect the two Henan kings. However, the old force had disappeared and the new force had not yet emerged. The third dark Yang Zhao hid from behind, and the Vajra in the left hand was relieved and the Bodhisattva of the Right Palm. The two great magical techniques ruthlessly hit the vital points of the vest of the rebirth. The pain was sore, Yang Xuangan couldn't help but lean forward and pounced. He took the opportunity to hit the front flip and steadily, slashing Yang Zhao with his left palm, slashing Yang Zhao for the second time. He held his five fingers in his right hand in his arms and shouted angrily: "Little..."

The shouting was not stopped, and suddenly there was a darkness in front of him. He was also pulled out of the torrent of time by some strange and bizarre force, as if he was trapped in a nightmare, completely incapable of control. Seizing this fleeting opportunity, the truly flesh-and-blooded and unharmed Yang blocked the tiger soul, let go of the Yin-Yang Order, and put his bare hands on his chest to slap it in a dangerous and dangerous way into the blade with bare hands. "Crack~" Where the clear sound passed, the peerless sword suddenly was held between his palms and tightly restricted. The little prince shouted in a deep voice: "Tiger soul, carefully recognize it! Who is your real master?"

The sharp blade cut the outer skin of his palm, and the boiling blood flowed out, making the peerless sword red again. The blade drank blood, and the divine weapon immediately shook violently, and the fierce spirit of the war tiger hidden in the knife also appeared. It pressed the hilt of the knife with both claws, and the tiger's mouth bit the blade tightly, and it automatically cooperated with Yang Zhao, and in turn imposed a restriction on its body. Yang Xuangan was still rejected from the torrent of time, and the qi sensing of the interconnected energy between the divine weapon and the human being was completely divided and cut off. No matter how strong or domineering the power of the angry thunder tear the sky and the earth, he still had no skills. The accumulated purple lightning power formed a huge column of light gushing into the sky, and was released into the boundless void. This earth-shaking peerless sword technique was defeated before it could achieve its ingenious power.

All we can do is to create such a miraculous record - the Seventh Heaven of Dark Ice and Fire.

On that day, when Yang Zhao was exhausted in the Tai Chi Palace in Daxing City, he was helpless and had no choice but to use the second level of Dark Ice and Fire: "Reversal of Thinking" to deal with Yang Xuangan, and successfully won dozens of seconds to escape. Such a strange move, Yang Xuangan also thought about figuring out what happened at that time and how to crack it. But unfortunately, Dark Ice and Fire was created by Dark Ice and Fire, the evil thought clone of Bodhidharma. The two fought together, and the final victory must be the re-life overlord. But in terms of martial arts wisdom, Bodhidharma could almost throw Yang Xuangan away from the entire Zhuque Street so far that he could not even mention it. Therefore, no matter how the re-life overlord racked his brains and tried his best, he could never think of anything. Today, Yang Zhao used the same trick again, but Yang Xuangan still couldn't crack it, and suffered a great loss on the spot.

The seventh strike of the purple thunder that was pushed under the state of confusion in his mind was not even 60% of the power of the normal state. He thought that he had already hit Yang Zhao, but in fact it was just an illusion caused by the chaos in his mind. So he seized this opportunity. The King of Henan took the opportunity to move the third level of the darkness: "Invincible Awakening", and did not hesitate to spend his energy to force out three dark clones to restrain Yang Xuangan. After consuming a certain amount of his skills, he immediately moved the first level of the dark ice and fire: "Time paused at zero for one second", blocking and suppressing him in a very short time. As for the little prince's body, he grabbed the tiger soul and wanted to retake this god weapon from Yang Xuangan. It should be known that the Overlord's ability in the next generation is all on the sword. If the seven strikes of the purple thunder are not allowed to be swung out without the auxiliary power of the magic weapon, even 40% of the power may not be able to be swung out. Yang Xuangan is just like a tiger without its claws and is no longer afraid.

Seventeen years ago, the tiger soul was heavy in light. This god weapon was just a ball of original essence at that time. It could only be restored to its original state by the pet war tiger raised by Yang Guang. During these seventeen years, the tiger soul has always been dominated by Yang Guang. After being seized by Yang Xuangan, it has always been unwilling to resist for him and tried its best to resist. Later, Yang Su swallowed the soul head drawn from Yang Guang as a supplement to Hu Po. The essence of the soul of the True Dragon Emperor turned into the natal energy and sent it to Yang Xuangan for his healing.

Use. But the self-consciousness contained in the soul is combined with the tiger soul. Yang Zhao's act of feeding the knife with his own blood immediately stimulated the fierce spirit of the war tiger who was forcibly suppressed by Yang Xuangan. Back then, the war tiger was unwilling to slaughter the flesh and blood of the "Supreme Tiger Soul" made of the mother tiger, so it was a curse that backfired the disaster master. So now the tiger soul is also unwilling to slaughter "father and son" to slaughter each other. Under Yang Zhao's summoning, he finally got rid of Yang Xuangan's control.

The above statements are tedious. In fact, it starts from Yang Zhao's withdrawal of the Great Sun Fire Dragon, rushing forward and attacking before, and then to the taming of the tiger soul, and the thunder tearing the sky and the earth and collapsed on its own. The whole process is just a matter of three fingers. The battle situation turns several times in the lightning and fire, and the change is so fast that it is so dazzling. Wang Yang Shuang and others, who have retreated to watch the battle from afar, couldn't help but blurt out. The exclamation of "Ah~" had not left their throats, and the battle situation suddenly changed again.

The short restriction that could only last for 0:1 second was unsustainable. He was forced to escape from the torrent of time, and the reincarnation of the reincarnation was finally regained freedom. A roar of anger was shocked by everyone present, and Yang Xuangan rushed forward like a mad tiger, but unfortunately it was too late. The purple lightning pillar soared into the sky, and half of it was scattered into the void. In an instant, Yang Xuangan felt that his body and mind were empty inside and outside, as if his whole body had been hollowed out. In fact, this is not a metaphor, but it is simply that.

The seventh strike of purple thunder is connected to the body, mind, blood and energy. Once it hits the air, it will be severely damaged by its vitality. It must be well cultivated for ten days and half a month. It was not at the peak, but it could barely push the seventh strike of purple thunder. In addition, it was broken by this monster, Yang Xuangan's state fell sharply again, leaving only less than 30% of the force. However, his movements seemed to be slow on the surface. He grabbed the air with his right hand, and then grabbed the hilt of the tiger's soul like lightning, and shouted angrily: "Beast, get back to this overlord!"

The overlord was fierce and all things were intimidated. However, the fierce spirit of the war tiger refused to surrender. Instead, he bowed his back and pressed his claws and roared at Yang Xuangan to demonstrate. Yang Zhao exhaled and shouted: "Tiger Soul was originally my father's, so it should return to the original owner now, right? Retreat!" He clenched his fists with his left hand, and banged wildly with the "Vajra Removal of the muscles". Yang Xuangan shouted angrily: "Despicable little thief, looking for death!" He grabbed Hu Po with his right hand tightly and did not relax, and his left hand stood up and slashed horizontally like a knife. The fist and palms were fighting, even though it was flesh and blood, countless thunder and lightning fire broke out. In the blink of an eye, the two of them each held the tiger Soul tightly and fought with each other, while the other hand tried their best to slash at the other side wildly.

Although the moves are simple, they fight fiercely and brilliantly without reservation, even with the intention of burning both jade and stone. The Six Divine Art Buddha's light and energy penetrated Yang Xuangan's body sharply, and the fierce thunder power exploded on Yang Zhao's body. The injuries continued to accumulate, and the remaining internal energy in the body was constantly being squeezed and consumed. The battle situation entered a stalemate. Whoever consumed it first would face the misfortune of defeat and death. How long did it take? One hundred moves? Two hundred moves? One thousand moves? Two thousand moves? No one has calculated it. The two are almost exhausted, but their persistence and terrifying fighting spirit still drive them to continue.

As he continued to support the fight, it was like two crazy wild beasts sucking each other. Suddenly, Yang Xuangan bent his arm back and knocked away Yang Zhao's fingers that were aiming at his eyes, and then a head hammer hit him. The little prince's eyes were red, and he used the head hammer to return color without thinking. The two of them hit the earth like Mars, and their heads were bleeding at the same time. Yang Xuangan's cultivation was always deeper. Although the damage was comparable, he could recover his breath for half a moment faster than the little prince. He did not think without thinking, and suddenly pressed his left hand on the hilt of the tiger soul knife, and used all his strength to twist and send.
Chapter completed!