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Chapter 2266 Father and son team up!

Hearing Bai Dixuan's words, Yuan Jieying was taken aback for a moment, and then said with a smirk: "The immortal power you borrowed is not much left, what ability do you have to fight me?"

Bai Dixuan didn't respond, but slowly raised the Xuanyuan Sword Soul in his hand.

He turned his head and glanced at Qin Yang.

Although it was just a look, the father and son had a tacit understanding at this moment.

"Everyone, let me use your immortal power!" Qin Yang suddenly tiptoed his toes, flew up into the air, and shouted towards Jing Baqian and Wangyou.

Without the slightest hesitation, everyone condensed their immortal power and poured it into Qin Yang's body!
In an instant, Qin Yang's body seemed to swell, and the terrifying celestial power grew rapidly in his body, as if it would explode in the next moment. Qin Yang also showed an extremely painful expression, and his face was distorted.

But he gritted his teeth and persisted, condensing the absorbed immortal power in his dantian, relying on his immortal body, repeating it over and over again.

"what the hell?"

Yuan Jieying stared at Qin Yang, his eyelids twitched slightly, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

Swish!
Suddenly, Qin Yang flew towards Baidixuan.

At the same time, Bai Dixuan squeezed out the sword formula, and suddenly stabbed the Xuanyuan sword soul in his hand. It turned out to be stabbing at Qin Yang with an extremely cold sword intent!
And Qin Yang didn't dodge, and went straight to meet him.

puff!
The cold and sharp point of the sword pierced Qin Yang's head accurately, and the whole body of the sword sank directly into the top of Qin Yang's head.

"Is Bai Dixuan crazy?"

Seeing this scene, even Wangyou and the others were shocked, if not for the fact that the other party was Qin Yang's father, they would have rushed to stop him.

Only Liu Ruqing didn't look too surprised, because she always believed in her heart that Bai Dixuan would not harm Qin Yang, and Qin Yang also trusted his father.

Qin Yang, who was stabbed by the soul of Xuanyuan sword, immediately lost his vitality, but regained his breath the next moment.

He opened his eyes, his eyes fluttering, and suddenly, there was a gust of wind around him, and the Xuanyuan Sword Soul piercing into his body made an astonishing trembling sound.

"Congeal!!"

Qin Yang roared angrily, his body was submerged in a layer of golden light, bursting out an incomparably bright light.When people saw clearly through the light, they were shocked to find that Qin Yang had turned into a long sword.

It seems to be Xuanyuan Sword Soul, but it is a little different, it seems to have life.

"Sacrifice the sword!!"

Gu Santian and the others widened their eyes in horror.

Even those cultivators from the Demon God Realm who were spying ten miles away were shocked and speechless when they saw this crazy scene.

Bai Dixuan reached out and grabbed the long sword transformed by Qin Yang, and swung it at will. The sword light turned into a height of ten feet, like a rainbow sword shadow, falling from the sky and stabbing Yuan Jieying.

Yuan Jieying's pupils shrank like needles, and he was also shocked by this scene at the moment.

Feeling the palpitating sword intent, he took a step back subconsciously, and he actually wanted to retreat.

But immediately, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he raised his palms, and roared angrily: "You bastards, I told you, even if you have thousands of moves, you are not my opponent!"

When he stepped on the ground, the ground shook, and one after another clear and incomparable palm prints were imprinted in the void, and the whole sky was trembling, as if it would collapse at any time.

"Vientiane Sky Wheel Art!!"

Yuan Jieying swung his palm to kill, and countless palm prints appeared in the sky, pressing madly and sweeping away the void.

boom! !

A roaring sound like a tsunami echoed in the sky, and a torrent of energy burst out like a torrent, causing Wangyou and the others to retreat again and again.

The palm prints branded in the sky were shattered into fragments under the majestic sword intent, and then were drawn into it by the sword light, rolling towards Yuan Jieying like a stormy wave!
Bang!
Yuan Jieying was sent flying out, breaking several ancient trees in half.

He coughed, and his face turned pale. Just when he raised his head, he saw Bai Dixuan stabbing with his sword. The light of the sword shone brightly, and Qin Yang's phantom appeared. The father and son struck together!
Yuan Jieying turned pale with shock, and hastily waved a magic shield barrier in front of him.

laugh! !

The tip of the sword pierced into the barrier, trembling slightly, squeezing bit by bit.

Yuan Jieying's feet sank into the ground, took root with them, stabilized his body, tried his best to solidify the barrier, and struggled to resist the long sword that wanted to take his life.

And Bai Dixuan also gritted his teeth and pushed forward with difficulty, big beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks!

Click!

I don't know how long it took, cracks appeared in the enchantment, scattered and split like spider webs.

Yuan Jieying let out a low growl from his throat, and put his palms in front of him, trying hard to repair the barrier. Wisps of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and his momentum gradually weakened.

"Yang'er!"

Bai Dixuan suddenly let out a low cry, and clapped his palm on the hilt of the sword forcefully.

Qin Yang, who turned into a sword soul, had a tacit understanding, spun crazily, and brought out a sharp and terrifying sword force. He only heard a "crash", and the barrier instantly shattered and opened.

Yuan Jieying spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

He rolled and dodged the sword soul's attack, and a half-meter-deep crack was cut on the ground!
Seeing the sword soul chasing after him, he kicked his feet and rushed to the sky, but the sword soul was faster than him, slashing out of thin air, hundreds of sword lights crisscrossed and spun in the sky, instantly enveloping Yuan Jieying!
"Yang'er!"

Bai Dixuan drank again.

The sword soul flew over and fell into Bai Dixuan's hands.

"Xuanyuan Sacrifice!!"

There is no fancy swordsmanship, Bai Dixuan just stabs out with one sword!
The turbulent waves of sword energy turned up, broke the sky, and killed without mercy!

Yuan Jieying, who was firmly suppressed, had no chance to resist at all, and once again dodged towards the distance in panic.

However, as soon as the body flashed a few meters, the long sword fell on the top of the head. Yuan Jieying turned around in a hurry, and suddenly a thorn flashed. He felt a sharp pain in his eyes, and couldn't help screaming, covering his hands subconsciously. Scarlet blood dripped from between the fingers.

"my eyes!"

"my eyes!"

"..."

Yuan Jieying staggered to the ground, stumbled out of the rubble, waved his hands, screamed in panic, and blood flowed from his eyes.

At this moment, he is like a helpless down-and-out person, where there is no arrogance and arrogance before, which makes people feel sorry for him.

puff--

The cold long sword suddenly pierced his chest, Yuan Jieying subconsciously grasped the blade with both hands, stared at the bloody eyes, and roared fiercely: "You group of ants are not worthy of killing me!!"

Click!

He forcibly broke the sword soul into two halves.

Qin Yang's figure was forced to appear, spurted blood, and fell to the ground.He clutched his chest, and casually threw the Zhuxian Sword to Bai Dixuan: "Father, continue!"

Bai Dixuan grabbed the hilt of the sword and slashed down fiercely. Yuan Jieying couldn't dodge it, half of his shoulder and an arm fell off.

Blood splashed out like a fountain, Yuan Jieying screamed and fell to the ground, cursing non-stop.

puff!
As soon as he got up, a silver-white long sword directly penetrated his heart, was carried tens of meters away, and was nailed to the distant rock wall.

Blood trickled down, staining the rocks below red.

"You...you are not worthy...to kill..."

Yuan Jieying opened his mouth, panting, he stretched out his remaining hand, trying to pull out the long sword on his chest,

It's a pity that as soon as the finger touched the blade, the vitality in the body disappeared, and the arm seemed to have lost the last bit of strength, and it fell down, and the head also hung down.

(End of this chapter)