Mad owl

Chapter 751, Two heroes compete (4)

"Emperor Xi Yu, why didn't you fight back? Are you laughing at me?" Yang Jing's stormy offensive stopped suddenly, from 'quick' to 'still', the sudden transition made everyone feel like a vision appeared Neutral

Xi Yuhuang was keenly aware of the crisis

Is it a pause?Is it still?It's gaining momentum!

In the next second, accompanied by a low roar, Yang Jing's figure that had just stopped violently rose up, slipped sideways, spun and twirled, similar to the peerless lightness kung fu of Yaowang's Mansion, and also like the movement of Prayer for Heaven Hall. change step

Blend?mix? !sublimation? !

Everyone turned into a neutral position, Yang Jing's violent figure disappeared without a trace, and before they could react, he had already solidified behind Emperor Xi Yu

Calm and stern, like a beast suddenly awakened, the scarlet eyes flickered with a bloody glow

boom!The toes hit the ground in an instant, abruptly stopping the approaching figure. At this moment...Yang Jing's eyes were bloody, and the power in his body surged like a volcano. With the turning of the body, and the rotation of the tungsten stick , a fierce and terrifying aura surged instantly

The most powerful mystery obtained from Hengduan Mountain experience, the skill of critical strike!

call!The strong wind howled, and afterimages burst into bursts. The tungsten gold stick, with the momentum of landslides and the force of thunder, directly took Empress Xi Yu's head.

This is a competition?This is killing!Whether it's the eyes, the aura, or the unhesitating burst of strength at this moment, what is contained inside and outside is so clear and cold...the killing spirit...

"Lao Yang, stop!" Feeling the terrifying killing aura surpassing the power contained in this attack, Xu Yun and the others could no longer keep silent, roaring anxiously and about to rush forward

Is this going to kill Emperor Xi Yu? ?

Faced with Yang Jing's stormy and violent attack, Emperor Xi Yu was in a state of dodge from beginning to end, but at this moment... the peak power of the Zhunhuang erupted, and driven by anger, Yang Jing gathered all the essence of the eruption at this moment... the power can be imagined And know!

This time, Xi Yuhuang's eyes changed significantly, because he felt a terrifying power similar to that of an emperor from this critical attack!It's a bit unbelievable, but... it's true!With the power of a quasi-emperor, to explode the power of the emperor? ?How can it be? !

What kind of person in this world can make such a disciple?Hall of Prayer? ? ? !

Without hesitation, the emperor-level energy that was deliberately suppressed burst out in an instant

even so……

Pooh!The tungsten gold stick swept across, the sharp edge mixed with fierce energy, and slashed across Xi Yuhuang's shoulder on the spot, tearing flesh and blood, and the unimaginable impact force finally made Xi Yuhuang's body lose its balance

"Xi Yuhuang!" Just in this microsecond, in this negligible gap, Yang Jing, who was under the momentum of a mad attack, took advantage of the situation to abandon the tungsten gold stick, and came forward with bare hands, with a bang The clenched iron fist went straight to Xi Yuhuang's chest

Continuously swift and abrupt!What's more, the surge and entanglement of the violent aura, the killing aura is so heavy!

boom!Emperor Xi Yu shot with all his strength, and stopped Yang Jing at the nick of time. The impact of an iron fist that could obliterate any matter was accompanied by a thunderous bang. Xi Yuhuang, who made deep footprints as the intercepting party, went ten meters away, seemingly opening the distance, but... he slipped...

The stormy offensive finally hit a bottleneck

The thrown away tungsten gold stick was inserted obliquely between the two of them, reflecting a heavy black brilliance under the scorching sun, permeating the cold air, especially the bright red and a little bit of minced meat on the top.

The atmosphere of the audience was frozen!Xu Yun and the others stayed where they were, their pupils dilated slightly, and their expressions were a little relaxed, but there were also some other colors, aimed at Yang Jing, and even more aimed at Emperor Xi Yu!

Yuwen Huangxue finally changed his face, his deep eyes seemed to penetrate everything in the world, locked tightly on Xi Yuhuang, and the hands behind his back tensed unconsciously, this is a sign of attack!This is a vigilant response!

At the corners of the left and right sides of the northern city wall, Yayafang Zhongshou stood respectively, one was dead silent, one was gloomy, one was dull, and the other was cold, but at this moment, their sights were either blurred or clear to Emperor Xi Yu!Yaya is still dead still, still dull, Fang Zhongshou's hands folded in his cuffs...breathing...tight...loose...tight...loose...the eyes behind the glasses flashed sharply...

Yang Jing stopped at the same place, the heaving of his chest was a little obvious, and the trembling of his right arm was also a little obvious, but there was also a clear change in his sharp and cold eyes, his brows were tightly wrinkled

Ten meters away, Emperor Xi Yu was still standing with his hands behind his back, his shoulders were bloody, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth, a bloody evil, a bloody demon!The long gown and long hair fluttered gently in the wind, his handsome face was indifferent and unchanged, his dark pupils looked straight ahead, encompassing the whole world, like staring at the only Yang Jing

"Congratulations to the Tang Sect of the Prayer Palace of the Medicine King's Mansion, you have lived up to their prestige." Xi Yuhuang didn't care about his injuries, and his calm tone also didn't bless his internal strength. It was very light and weak, only the two of them could hear clearly

Yang Jing didn't care about Xi Yuhuang's congratulations, and stared at him closely, his eyes changed from cold to complicated, and then returned to cold again: "Is this the reason for your betrayal?"

"...betrayal..." Xi Yuhuang raised his head slightly, staring at the scorching sun in the sky, murmuring this special word in his heart, and thought that he could face it calmly, but why did he feel so nervous when Yang Jing said this word? A trace of... sourness...

Is it simply because of the word?Or is it because of Yang Jing?

"Di Cheng entrusted Tianmen's fortune to you. This is your reward? When he became emperor, when he rebelled??! At least half a month, where are you? The reason for the rebellion?" Yang Jing's breath changed. Rough, rapid, without the slightest politeness, sharp and mean

The depth of love, the depth of hate!The past flashed through his mind one after another, but it merged with the cruelty of reality. Such a cruel collision made the mature man lose his mind again

"It's been half a month... It's been half a month..." Emperor Xi Yu looked in a daze, unknowingly, it had been half a month since he left Buddhism and successfully completed his transformation. He should have enjoyed the excitement of becoming an emperor, but actually... Confused... Struggling... …

This is an exciting half moon?Or half moon struggling like a walking dead?

Are you thinking?Are looking for?Or are you struggling forward in the darkness of your soul?

Who...can...understand...

"Emperor Xi Yu...you let me...disappointed..." Yang Jing's suppressed anger finally erupted, accompanied by a roar that was almost a roar, his figure rose violently, he ran wildly, and afterimages filled the air

Snapped!Passing along the way, grabbing the tungsten gold stick, the speed is getting faster and faster, the momentum is getting more and more crazy, as the figure moves forward rapidly, the tungsten gold stick whizzes and spins

After ten wild strides, Yang Jing's expression suddenly became ferocious. In the last step, his toes hit the ground, and there was a muffled shaking sound. His whole body was like a roaring dragon, soaring into the sky. Violently bombard Xi Yuhuang below

"The world is cold-eyed, but I can bear it; imprisoning the soul, I can bear it; suppressing ambition, I can bear it but..." Xi Yuhuang stared at Yang Jing, who was soaring into the sky, and a trace of grief flashed deep in his eyes.

The tungsten gold stick roared down, and the momentum of landslides stirred up the wilderness

Xi Yuhuang floated to the side at the critical moment, narrowly avoiding the violent bombardment

"Xi Yuhuang, you... are not worthy of the honor bestowed on you by brother Cheng and Tantric sect..." Yang Jing was emotional, hissing like he was out of control, and the violent and wild attack suddenly broke out

"Raise your hand!"

"come"

"Today... you die... I die..."

Yang Jing became braver and wilder as he fought more and more. The so-called "calmness" turned into "violence", like a violent storm, like a Tyrannosaurus out of control. The display of violence at this moment made the whole city gate excited and moved

Emperor Xi Yu was still like a dead leaf, dodging viciously, perhaps stimulated by Yang Jing's words, perhaps oppressed by this terrible momentum, his hands behind his back began to tighten, and his indifferent aura began to sharpen, The evil eyes began to condense

If he had to, he would definitely make a move!

At the critical moment when the swords were on the verge of death, a weak but majestic voice sounded inside and outside the city wall, and echoed in the grassland in front: "Enough, is it enough to be ashamed?"