Blood! The hot and hot blood not only carries a bright and weird bright red, but also contains many fine meat scraps as thin as sesame seeds, which is shocking to see. But the person who spits out this mouthful of blood is Yang Guang. The prince of the Great Sui Dynasty knelt down dejectedly, pressing hissing with both hands tightly. He roared wildly: "It hurts so much, my head...it hurts so much!"

The arm was broken, and the remaining palm power of Lei Tian’s “Da Zhuang” was still lingering in the five internal organs and could not be driven away. Yang Zhao’s injuries were so severe that they would never be under Yang Guang. The little prince ignored his own trauma and forced the blood rushing up his throat. He said in a hoarse voice: “Father, you... calm down and use your skills to relieve pain, don’t let the evil wind control your mind.”

"Nonsense! The little beast shut up immediately, shut up, shut up!" Yang Guang suddenly looked up, and saw the blue veins on his face, his eyes bulged violently and red, his whole body looked ferocious and like a demon god in hell, completely losing the appearance of the Prince of Sui, and roared: "My head is already in pain, the little beast is still screaming and jumping around. Do you want to get angry to death and then be the emperor by yourself? Fucking the fucking fuck, kill you!

With the roar, Yang Guang pressed the ground with his hands, and jumped into the sky like a wolf or a tiger. His palms merged and pointed at his son from a high position and slashed in anger. The waves of swords were overwhelming, and they were about to exterminate life and devour everything. Before the move was approached, Yang Zhao knew that he could never dodge like this. Otherwise, the aura of both sides would be better than me, and Yang Guang's swords would be stacked layer by layer, one wave would be better than another, and he would slash at him wildly until his death. With no choice, the little prince could only grit his silver teeth and use his palms to greet him at the same time. The strange "pop" sound of lightning and fire burst out. Yang Guang's palm sword was sharp and soft, and he bounced away his own son's palms like an angry wave shaking a stone, and drove straight into the enemy's chest.

In fact, the little prince had no intention of fighting with me from beginning to end. While fighting with his fists and palms, the "Infinite Electric" mental method quickly improved. In the blink of an eye, the little prince's body was covered with a layer of dazzling blue light from beginning to end, and it was unreal. Yang Guang's palm knife inserted into his chest, but there was no real feeling of breaking his bones into the flesh. His palms were quickly dissipated and thrust into the wildly. The murderous intent that was so thick that it was beyond addition dissipated into the shadows of blue light.

It was just a afterimage. The real Yang Zhao had already retreated seven or eight feet long, and his back hit half of the palace pillar that had not yet collapsed. The knife energy in the remaining body was unloaded, and the column half a meter-thick diameter immediately turned into a pile of wood chips. The red bloodshot that extended straight from his chest to his lower abdomen also appeared on the little prince. Just as he retreated a little one percent later, the consequences were unimaginable at this moment.

Yang Guang suddenly looked up, his blood-covered tiger eyes stared at his son and cursed angrily: "You are not dead. Why don't you let me kill me obediently? It's fucking annoying, hateful, but angry! If you can't kill you with your bare hands, I'll use it. Old friend, come on~~"

Amid the crazy screams, the ground of Daxing Palace suddenly began to vibrate violently. Then the Prince's East Palace bedroom in the distance was covered with brilliant golden light. Although it was already setting sun, the brightness of the sky increased sharply. Yang Zhao couldn't help but look up, and then took a look. His pupils immediately contracted violently, just because in the orange-red sunset that had already slipped to the eaves of the East Palace, there was actually a tiger!

The beast spread its claws and ran wildly, flying towards this ruined battlefield. In an instant, countless memory fragments flashed like a lantern in the little prince's mind, and there was no need to take a look at it again. He already knew what it was, and even why it came and what it was going to do.

The tiger flying through the sky was the Godly Soldier: Tiger Soul!

In ancient times, a strange monster from outside the sky descended to the earth, devouring the essence of blood and blood of thousands of people, and was finally swallowed by the mount of the war god Chiyou, the mount of the war tiger. Chiyou pulled out the strange monster and the war tiger spine at the same time. The two merged into each other to form the evil spirit, the tiger spirit, which represents the ultimate power of the "yin god". Fifteen years ago, the tiger spirit Chongguang, which was sealed by Nangong Wentian in the Yinshan Demon Palace, was unearthed. After several battles, countless people's blood were shed. Finally, Yang Guang, who was named "Happy", became the final winner. Later, after fighting with the nine thousand-year-old imperial city, Yang Guang no longer walked on the rivers and lakes, and the tiger spirit sword was secretly collected by him and no longer revealed in front of others.

When Yang Zhao had just crossed over, he had the idea of ​​this super god weapon. But later he finally knew that with his minor strength at that time, even if he really got the magic sword, he could not control the fierce spirit of the war tiger in the sword. In the end, he could only control the war tiger and become a murderous puppet of the fierce spirit of the war tiger, so he gave up. However, he did not expect that at this moment, Yang Guang, who was tortured by the old headache, would call on Tiger Soul again in order to kill his son, so he let the fierce god weapon reappear in broad daylight.

The tiger soul is heavy and the heaven and earth are the emperor; whoever matches it is the only one with the heavenly crystal!

Yang Zhao did not have Tianjing, but he also had the Tiantian Divine Soldier - Yin and Yang Order. Whether for himself or Yang Guang's sake, the little prince had no room for reservation. He grabbed Ling Xu behind him with his left and right hands at the same time, shouting in a low voice: "Yin and Yang Order, come on." Before he finished speaking, two black and white rays of light shot out from the ruins of the palace, and automatically fell into the little prince's hands like a magnet and iron.

At the same time, the strong light, which was as bright as the sunset, also rushed to the scene with the sharp sound of breaking the wind. But a flash of eyes, the colorful tiger running from the sun had already fallen steadily. It grabbed the ground with four claws and roared silently to the sky. The violent force like a storm swept across the audience immediately. Although it was a hundred meters away, the palace guards around who survived were still unbearable immediately and were shocked to death. Yang Guang laughed fiercely with a hideous face, reached out to penetrate into the body of the tiger's purely violent energy, and thrust out with force.

The surface of a knife was crystal clear, as if it were crystal. You could clearly see the strange-shaped sword hidden in the spine. The prince of the Great Sui Dynasty was held tightly in his palm and raised it to the sky. The fierce spirit of the war tiger immediately sank into the blade. Suddenly, the cold light was strong, and the fierce whirlwind was released from the tiger soul divine edge. No matter who died or alive, all the dead or alive were involuntarily swept into it, squeezed into each other into a huge flesh and blood sphere. Yang Guang laughed wildly and waved the knife and slashed it quickly. Wherever the blade passed, hundreds of human bodies immediately turned into Egyptian mummies like dry and charred black, and all the flesh and blood essences were dragged and absorbed by the fierce tiger soul and grabbed nothing. In an instant, his internal and external injuries were healed, and he returned to the peak state of full spirit. He couldn't help but roaring to the sky, and his voice was like a wolf howl and a demon!

This scene is like a nightmare! Even though Yang Zhao also had a magic weapon in his hand, he was also chilling at this moment. Once upon a time, he had fantasized more than a thousand times that he had held the Tiger Soul Divine Sword, opening and closing on the battlefield, killing people when he saw people, killing gods when he met gods, and establishing unparalleled achievements. But now that when the Tiger Soul Divine Sword really appeared in front of him, the little prince could not even raise the desire to have this magic weapon.

At this moment, Yang Zhao's only feeling was only two words - disgusting.

Yang Guang, who received the "replenishment", felt that his limbs were full of strength and was endless. Not only did he not have any disgust, he had indescribable benefits and pleasures. He was even more excited and addicted than the hallucinations that arose after taking the * (naturally, there is no * in this era). However, the more he was excited, the more angry he was, the more headache he was, and the more headache he was, the more he wanted to kill people. When he looked back, his eyes locked on Yang Zhao again and shouted angrily: "Little beast, they are all dead, why don't you die? My head hurts so much. Let me give you the life I gave you. Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill!"

Angry shouted, the tiger soul sword immediately swung back, and the human flesh monster ball strung on it flew out and left, falling to the ground and smashed it into pieces, and could not tell which of the corpses mixed there was. Yang Guang was even less interested in distinguishing it. He followed the sword, and his whole body was spinning like a top, and immediately a very powerful tornado cyclone was derived. It was the seven limits of the tiger soul sword technique - "Storm"!

In ancient times, the war god Chiyou saw the disasters of nature and earth, so he had some insights and inspiration, thus creating the seven limits of peerless sword techniques. The heaven, earth, fire, ice, wind, mountains and seas, each style has infinite destructive power, its momentum shocked the world and dominated the sky. In Chiyou's hand, he cooperated with the tiger spirit sword to display it, and he could turn the world and turn the world, and the gods were afraid of demons and frightened.

The seven major periods were used from Yang Guang, not even one-tenth of Chi You's power. But even so, it was like a natural disaster, and it was about to exterminate all vitality. At this moment, the "Storm" was sacrificed, and it was instantly a huge tornado cyclone reached the sky and led to the ground, stirring like a dragon taking water, blowing endlessly, causing sand and stones to fly all over the Daxing Palace, and the sky was dark. The strong wind was still better than ghosts crying and gods. Under the unprecedentedly powerful centrifugal force, Yang Guang himself broke the shackles of gravity and ascending to the sky.

Even Yang Zhao was also involved in the storm, and his body was involuntarily circling. There were countless broken bricks and rocks in the tornado. At this time, he was pulled by the force of seven swords and launched a dense bombardment like a shell at the same time, which was impossible to avoid. Fortunately, the little prince also had the Yin and Yang order of the Heavenly God Soldier in his hand. He tried his best to wield the divine weapons, and the black and white cyclone formed a Tai Chi shield to cover his whole body and guarded them firmly. Although he could not get rid of the wind traction for a while, he tried his best to ensure that the dense gravel and the strong wind that was scraped like a knife invaded within three inches of his body.

The dark clouds in the sky gathered rapidly under the power of the storm, and the setting sun was quickly covered up and disappeared. The night was accelerating, and it was hard to see the five fingers. Suddenly, the silver snake jumped, and the sky and the earth were shining with a large piece of snow-white that could not be opened. "Kala~~~Rong!" The thunder suddenly moved, and Yang Guang, who was like a god and demon from outside the sky, roared wildly with his sword. Before the roar was over, the tiger soul magic sharpened and slashed out to Yang Zhao in the tornado with a force of splitting the sky and splitting the earth. The fierce sword intent, the domineering sword force, the sharp sword speed, and the rapid sword speed were all the ones that the little prince had never met in his life. Even the invincible nine thousand years old seemed to be slightly inferior to Yang Guang at this moment in his consciousness.

Naturally, Yang Guang's strength could not be really better than Nine Thousand Sui. In fact, in the battle of the imperial city, the "Happy" who also held the tiger soul in his hand was easily defeated by Nine Thousand Sui. However, in Nine Thousand Sui's hand, he also held a god weapon representing "hegemony". Its power was not inferior to the Tianjing tiger soul. However, Yang Zhao met Nine Thousand Sui in Tiankeng Jue Valley, but he never used the magic weapon from beginning to end, nor used his strongest martial arts universe true energy, nor did he wholeheartedly want to kill the little prince and then hurry up like Yang Guang in front of him. With addition and reduction, Yang Zhao gave Yang Guang the wrong impression that Yang Guang was even better than Nine Thousand Sui.

The war is fierce and dangerous, and this thought just flashes through his mind. It is even more impossible to have enough to let the little prince carefully compare the martial arts of the two. The magical weapons were originally born for martial arts, and fighting and fighting are the common characteristics of all the magical weapons in the universe. The tiger soul is powerful, and the Yin and Yang order is naturally not willing to be lonely. The Yin and Yang spirit can actively inject into the little prince's body to help stop bleeding and heal the wound. In the blink of an eye, he "huh" turned the blood accumulated in his body into a mouthful of black and turbid air and vomited it out of his body, and finally recovered about 70% to 80% of the combat power. The Qilin Qianyang skill, which mixed with the internal alchemy of the Fire Kirin True Yuan, instantly pushed to the fifth level of the highest level of learning. The true qi formed a Tai Chi black and white qi ball covering the whole body, and it continued over and over again without interruption. When the lightning and fire was shining, the black Yin order was neither fast nor slow, and just met the fierce slash of the Tiger Soul Divine Edge.

The divine weapons attacked each other, and the sparks splashed, and the sharp sound of gold and iron rubbed out. Yang Guang was so arrogant that he had won all his strength. The seven major powers were out of control, and he lost all his body on the spot. The two of them fell down like meteorites outside the sky, and finally hit the ground with a "boom" and hit the ground hard.

The little prince was down-to-earth and immediately stood firm with his help. He raised his magic weapon and inserted it into the land beneath his body. In an instant, the unparalleled killing power of the tiger soul was swallowed by the black Yin Whale, and then transferred to the White Yang Order as a medium through Yang Zhao's body to vent and transfer outward. The storm power spreads rapidly through the earth. The entire ground fell downwards "up" and suddenly formed a huge pit covering the entire palace.

The "Dripping" method of the Eight Methods of the Two-Yiyi and Eight Techniques is activated. This "discharge" character is used to achieve the ultimate level of reaching the pinnacle with the help of the Yin and Yang Order. The fierce power of the tiger soul and the seven-level divine martial arts still cannot harm the little prince!
Chapter completed!