Yang Guang, who was invaded by the evil wind, had his eyes red, and he wanted to relieve the pain through crazy killing. However, he even used the tiger soul sword that had been blocked for many years, but Yang Zhao could still hold on. The anger made his headache even more severe. In an instant, he started to be brutally erect. Even though the sword moves were all used, he refused to withdraw and regain his anger and then swear. He cursed angrily: "Why? Why are you a little beast just refuse to die? Why why?" He slashed and slashed wildly on the head.

The fierce sword plus the angry man. Although the tiger soul has no moves or postures, every chopping has the great power of cutting mountains and splitting stones. Yang Zhao held the magic weapon in his hand tightly to resist it, Yin Ling sucked the Gong Yang Ling to relieve the power. According to the principle, it is invincible to be safe. However, Yang Guang's momentum was like a crazy tiger, and he cut over a hundred blows in one breath. Not only did he not lose his strength, but he became stronger and stronger, and seemed to be endless.

You should know that although Yin and Yang order can absorb external forces and then release them, it always needs a buffering time. As a communication medium, the little prince is in it. The energy that the Yin and Yang order has not been absorbed and dissolved for a while is borne by him. Even though the residual force of each knife is insignificant, it accumulates a lot of sand to form a tower, which also makes the little prince uncomfortable. When he is hit by a pit wall on his back, it is like he is half lying on the ground, and he has no way to retreat. The tiger's mouth with his right hand is already shattered and bleeding.

If he had really dealt with the enemy, Yang Zhao had already counterattacked, and would not have ended up in such an embarrassing situation where he could only fight back but could not fight back. But now in front of him is his own son Yang Guang. His son beat me and was struck by lightning and criticized by the world. Even though Yang Zhao had great skills, he was bound to be bound by his hands and feet, and he was afraid of many controls everywhere. He could not perform half of his martial arts, but he could only grit his teeth and hold on to the end. In contrast, Yang Guang was also infected by the fierce power of Tiger Soul and the old headaches. However, he was more and more fierce as he cut. A round of fierce attack was useless, and the sword momentum suddenly changed. The tiger Soul's blade body changed from the original orange-red to ice-blue, and the divine tip was constantly gushing out of the air, and the surrounding air was frozen and condensed rapidly. It was the prelude to the start of another seven-stop sword technique, "Hail".

Yang Zhao's eyes shrank rapidly, knowing that if they were frozen, they would be truly slaughtered. In desperation, there was no choice but to do their best to seek self-protection first, and he shouted helplessly: "Father, I'm sorry~" White Yang Ling rushed back to help before Hu Po cut down and fought against Black Yin Ling.

"Dangwu~" The strange sound sounded violently, and the black and white cyclone suddenly exploded. The eight methods of the two spheres - "The sky collapsed and the earth cracked"! The unparalleled shock wave spread rapidly, blowing the Tiger Soul Divine Sword straight upward. [Hail] The knife technique collapsed before it was launched, and the remaining force caused hundreds of swords to be released. Yang Guang, who had used his true energy to become the last of his strength as soon as possible, could no longer control his body. He was blown back on the spot and wanted to use the Tiger Soul to chop the ground to remove the power. The fierce sword god's sword tip drew a deep knife mark across the entire pit on the ground, and the sword owner barely stood firm. This knife could not kill anyone, and Yang Guang was unwilling to accept it, and his anger became more and more angry. He drew his sword and raised it high and took a deep breath, reorganized his team and drove the ice sword energy, and vowed to kill his parents and children quickly.

The battle has not yet been completed, and no matter how helpless he has, he can only continue to hold on. Yang Zhao also gritted his teeth and stood up. The fire qilin was translucent and condensed, and his momentum was no less than Yang Guang. Yin and Yang commanded the sky and the earth, and it was also a mental method of "great success or lack". However, the black air in his eyes was gathering and thicker, which was the ultimate skill of the box, the sign that the seventh level of darkness was about to be launched.

When it was really necessary, I didn't care about that much. Even if I really had to bear the bad reputation of my son beating me, it would be better than let Yang Guang continue to kill innocent people.

Seeing that the war was about to start again, a silver snake suddenly strode in the clouds, and another thunderbolt exploded in the sky. The shining silver light made the world white. Both Yang Zhao and Yang Guang couldn't help but cover their eyes half-closed. In this blink of an eye, a burly and powerful figure roared a dragon roar, and rushed out like a flying general with a speed like a flying general. The domineering aura was so fierce that even the Tiger Soul Divine Sword seemed to be similar. He approached Yang Guang, and without saying anything, he slapped the Tiger Soul Blade tightly between his palms. The Prince of the Great Sui was furious and urged the ten successful forces to pull back the divine weapon to tear back the man in front of him, but he was like a swagger and shattered the big tree, and it was hard to get what he wanted. But he only heard the man shouting in a deep voice: "Crown Prince, you are tired. Take a rest." He paused and shouted loudly: "Mr. Su!"

Two figures flew out in response to the sound. The man on the left hand dripped in cinnabar and quickly slashed in the air. The red light shone, and immediately formed a talisman and shouted, "Go." The talisman flew out and penetrated into Yang Guang's heart, which immediately shocked the tiger body of the Prince of the Great Sui Dynasty. The woman on the right seized the opportunity and snatched it one after another, and also cast a talisman seal into Yang Guang's Tianling Baihui. The faint green light spread throughout his body, but it only lasted for a fleeting moment. His eyes, full of anger, suddenly became listless, Yang Guang's eyelids drooped straight down, his muscles relaxed, and he no longer had the strength to grab the tiger soul. While his five fingers slipped away, his body leaned forward, and he fell softly to the ground and fell asleep.

Yang Zhao vomited out a long breath, and smiled bitterly with relief: "Master, Duke Yue, Aunt Lan Si. You finally... are here." Before he finished speaking, he felt his muscles sore that they could not support him. His body shook, and he couldn't help but sit down with Yin and Yang in his hand, and gasped in big mouthfuls.

The visitor was Mahaye, the sect leader of the Jile Lord, and Yang Su, Duke of Yue, and Lan Si. They were originally discussing the matter with Yang Jian in the Ganlu Hall of the inner court. Suddenly, they heard the trouble here that was overturned and saw the Tiger Soul Divine Sword breaking the ban and unblocking it. They all knew that the big thing was not good, so they hurriedly set off and rushed over. Finally, they could stop Yang Guang from continuing to take action in time before the father and son's tragedy became uncontrollable. The two talismans produced by Yang Su and Lan Si were the mysterious Taoist mantras, which could calm the soul and calm the mind and relieve pain. They used it to deal with the old evil and old troubles in Yang Guang's mind. Although it was impossible to cure the symptoms, if it was just to cure the root cause, it was indeed fulfilled.

On that day, Yang Zhao was kidnapped by Ning Daoqi and Fan Qinghui in the Jile Temple. Mahaye was so arrogant that he could not protect the disciple he liked. The self-blame and guilt in his heart were deeper than two months. At this time, he heard the little disciple call him, and his tone was full of joy and closeness. His heart trembled slightly, and a few warmth flashed through his eyes. However, the master of Jile was deeply cunning and did not want to say too much in front of outsiders.

But he said "um" lightly, and walked straight up with Hu Soul, inserted the fierce divine weapon into the soil, and said, "Sit down. Hold Yuan Shuyi and calm your mind." Then he sat cross-legged behind the little prince, using the "Vajra Explanation" of the Six Divine Arts to help him use his skills to regulate his breathing and heal his wounds. Yang Su on the other side also helped Yang Guang, while Lan Si stood by the guardian. Although she was worried and sincere, her eyes could not help but look at the little prince.

After all, women are always a bit gossipy. In fact, Lan Si has never seen Yang Zhao in the past (of course Yang Zhao is not this), but she doesn't take this child seriously. This time, Yang Zhao actually caused such a shocking disaster, and once he came back, it turned upside down, which is really rare and puzzled. Only Lan Si was able to take a look at it and heard a large group of people walking towards this side. She sighed softly, jumped into the pit to meet him, and saluted respectfully: "Minister Lan Si, I have seen the Emperor and the Empress. Ah, and His Royal Highness the Crown Princess."

Of course, the visitors are Yang Jian, the emperor of the Sui Dynasty, Empress Dugu, and the Xiao family. In addition, there are Duke Li Yuan of Tang, Duke Xu Yuwen Shu, Dugu Feng of Zhenwu Hou and a large number of palace guards. They are surrounded by the ground, and the lineup is vast. The flesh and blood are connected, and Yang Jian doesn't care about the red tape, and waves his hand casually, saying, "Where is the prince? How about Zhao'er?"

"The prince and the little prince... are not a big deal." Lan Si stood up and made way out and said, "The master and the national master are helping them to exercise their skills and regulate their breathing. But..." She looked back and glanced at the devastated ruins, shook her head and continued, "The guards in the palace here... have all died in the line."

Yang Jian sighed and waved his hand to let the guards stay where they were. He pulled Queen Dugu up and walked forward to the edge of the pit and looked down. Although the pit had slopes, as the emperor and the queen, it was naturally not suitable to go on like this. Xiao was full of tears, worried about her husband and son, but her father-in-law and mother-in-law and many outsiders were present. She was not good at doing anything and was really suffering.

Mahaye has a deep cultivation. In this world, he was not allowed to think of the descendants of Tianjing who had traveled far away from the Western Regions and the nine thousand-year-old man in Tiankeng Jue Valley. The "Vajra Explanation" was used to treat internal injuries, and the effect was so good that it was nothing to say. After a moment, Yang Zhao opened his mouth and vomited blood again, but the color was not bright red, but dark brown as ink. He was excited and whispered: "Okay, thank you Master. Can you help my father too?"

"No need." Mahaye stood up and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "The prince's injury is not serious, and he is with Su Gong, so there will be no problem. Get up and go to see Your Majesty with your master. Don't worry, say whatever you have. No matter what, Master will protect you."

Mahaye's two words were lightly described, but Yang Zhao heard it very warmly. He looked back at Yang Guang, couldn't help but sigh, and then followed Mahaye to the pit, kneeled down respectfully to Yang Jian and Empress Dugu, and said, "The grandson has met the emperor's grandfather and the emperor's grandmother."

"Get up. Oh~ Zhao'er, you..." Yang Jian said halfway, and suddenly woke up and there were outsiders around him. He hurriedly stopped talking. He shook his head and frowned and asked, "Why did you make a fuss with your father? It's like this. If the people outside know if the face of the Great Sui Dynasty is still worth it?" After speaking, his tone was already quite stern.

But how did Yang Zhao answer this? It was really inappropriate to say it. Although the Sui Dynasty respected Buddhism as the national religion, the government and the country, especially those famous families, all regarded themselves as Confucian disciples. They looked very closely at the word "filial piety". It was natural for a father to beat his son; if the son dared to beat me, no matter who was right or who was ignored, the reputation would be ruined first. Scholars in the world could drown you at one mouthful of spit. So at this moment, the little prince was left with only a wry smile. He could only look to Xiao and whisper: "Mom~."

Xiao sighed inwardly and whispered: "Not Zhao'er, it was the prince who got angry for a moment, which caused the old trouble again. Prince, you also know how tormenting that problem is."

"Yes... Fortunately, there is Duke Yue here." Yang Jian also sighed and asked loudly: "Duke Yue, how is the prince?"

At this time, Yang Su had just finished his exercises and stood up and bent down and said, "Your Majesty, the prince has just been relieved for a moment. After a little rest, he will be fine."

Queen Dugu nodded, and without waiting for her husband to speak, she took the lead and said, "Please trouble Duke Yue." She turned around and ordered, "You are here for the matter today, please go back." Her tone was majestic, which made people afraid to hear it.

Empress Dugu has always been used to being strong. If there were no words in the court, Yang Jian himself would not be able to make up his mind. Besides, the royal affairs in front of him were all external ministers. If he could not get involved, it would be better not to get involved. At that moment, Li Yuan, Yuwen Shu, Dugu Feng and others heard Empress Dugu's orders, and they all bowed with relief and walked faster than the other.

For the sake of the King of Shu Yang Xiu, Empress Dugu was a little dissatisfied with Yang Zhao. But now when she met, her grandson acted properly, and her anger disappeared a little. As for the "fight" between her son and grandson, Empress Dugu also knew Yang Guang's old troubles, so she didn't blame the little prince for being unfilial. Besides, the most important thing in front of her was not to blame her grandson, but to clarify the whole story of the matter.

Queen Dugu sighed, stepped forward and pulled Yang Zhao up, patted him with dust, and said, "With your mother, I will send your father back to the bedroom and rest first, and then come to the Ganlu Palace. The emperor and the palace must listen carefully, what did you do when you went to Shuzhong this time?"

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