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Immortal Yan Yang came to the hall, and found that standing in front of him was a thick stone gate, the restriction on the gate had been fully unfolded, and the light patterns flowed, as solid as gold.

This level of defense may be effective for Gangxian, but for Xuanxian, it is like a decoration. Immortal Yanyang took off a flying sword from the top of his head and threw it violently towards Shimen. On the stone gate, the prohibition talisman on it collapsed and collapsed, and under the dim light, the stone gate collapsed.

He felt that the aura inside was still strong, and it was still rising. This phenomenon was also experienced when he became a Xuanxian, and he clearly understood which stage Tang Zhentian's breakthrough had reached, so he was not in a hurry at first. Instead of making a move, they are waiting for the easiest opportunity to make a move.

Immortal Yan Yang walked into the broken stone gate with unusually slow steps, but what met him was an extremely overbearing flying sword.

There was a dazzling pale yellow light and a thin bright yellow airflow on the flying sword, it could be seen that Tang Zhentian was in the critical stage of being able to break through.

The timing was grasped just right by Immortal Yan Yang. If he was too anxious, Tang Zhentian, who had not yet broken through the realm, could completely withdraw. He could break through the realm again at any time after resisting the enemy first. If he died, it would just be the loss of the foundation-building elixir, which would not have much impact on the realm. But if the timing was delayed and Tang Zhentian completely broke through to the Xuanxian realm, then this surprise attack would be meaningless.

Immortal Yan Yang let out a deep voice, holding the flying sword in his hand and slashing forward vigorously, the blue bricks on the ground shattered, and a crack broke out, and the incoming flying sword was also sent flying out by this vast power.

"I'd like to see how many other means you have." Immortal Yan Yang's voice seemed to be cut into countless pieces, floating in the air irregularly.

On the stone platform not far ahead, an old man in a light yellow gown was sitting peacefully, the light of the light yellow world force all over his body had not completely faded, and beside him was a broken medicine bottle, he slowly He opened his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Although I had expected it, I didn't expect to send a Xuanxian to prevent me from breaking through. The price would be too high."

"There is no way to understand the thoughts of a madman." Immortal Yan Yang said indifferently.

Tang Zhentian's complexion was pale. He had obviously expended a lot of strength to break through this time. At this moment, the medicinal power of Zhuji Pill was burning in his body, so that bean-sized blood beads condensed on the surface of his skin.

"Blood condenses into pearls. It seems that Xuanxian is close to your eyes." Immortal Yan Yang said, raising his hands slowly, and saw nearly a hundred flying swords floating up, each of which passed through the boundary Tempered with strength, it emits a strange black light.

"You want to kill me?" Tang Zhentian said calmly.

Immortal Yan Yang shook his head, "If you really break the realm, I can only kill you, but now, as long as you can never become a Xuanxian again."

Tang Zhentian was shocked, the other party's intention was to take advantage of the opportunity to destroy his soul.

"Hundred Demon Sword Formation!"

The black glow on the flying sword became more and more intense, and demonic faces appeared from it, tearing at the void while roaring.

This sword formation was formed in an instant, and Tang Zhentian suddenly felt powerless. The opponent's realm was too strong. A fairy artifact with a special shape, shaped like a white shell full of pits, with ancient talismans engraved on it with ink-like black handwriting.

"go with!"

Following Immortal Yan Yang's order, the Hundred Demon Sword Formation slowly pressed down, and there was a soul-stirring roar from inside, and the dense sword light flashed violently.

Tang Zhentian gritted his teeth fiercely, and smashed the fairy weapon directly, a long-stored power burst out immediately, like a white holy light rising into the sky, directly piercing through the Hundred Demon Sword Formation.

A few scorched black flying swords fell in front of him, Immortal Yan Yang said in a deep voice with anger on his face: "As expected of an ancient aristocratic family, there is such a way to save life."

Tang Zhentian was panting heavily. This amulet was passed down from generation to generation by the patriarchs. Once it broke out, it could resist the power of Xuanxian, but it could only be used once to save his life. And he is now in a state of crisis. At the critical moment, it is impossible to leave at all.

The sword formation was broken, and Immortal Yan Yang knew that there was no time to delay, so he twisted the sword formula with his hands, and saw three flying swords swooping down, with a palpitating black glow.

Tang Zhentian's palms were rounded into shields, and he shouted: "Admiralty Shield!"

In an instant, a huge golden bell appeared beside him, completely covering him inside.

There was a sneer at the corner of Immortal Yan Yang's mouth. He knew very well that the more Tang Zhentian depleted his realm power, the more difficult it would be to break through the realm. He is still a pure sword fairy, and world power is very important.

clang!

The three sword lights came together, and the golden bell instantly shattered.

It's not that the Admiralty Shield's defense is not strong, but that facing Xuan Xian, any means will be futile.

Immortal Yan Yang flicked his fingers, and a concealed flying sword followed, and it was in front of him in an instant.

Tang Zhentian had no way to resist anymore, so he turned sideways to avoid it desperately, but the flying sword was so fast that it pierced into his shoulder, took him flying out, and shattered the wall behind him.

Immortal Yan Yang snorted coldly, and flew after him.

In the quiet night, the Tang family is facing the greatest disaster since the great family war, and the people from the imperial palace have not yet arrived.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the right side of the palace completely collapsed, and a figure flew out of the broken wall, rolled and flew tens of feet before falling to the ground in embarrassment.

"Father!" Tang Haotian was the first to recognize Tang Zhentian, the patriarch, his eyes were bloodshot.

Yuan Futu held Tang Yao's hand tightly, fearing that she would be in any danger, but now seeing the Patriarch flying out, he thought that no one here could stop that Xuanxian.

Tang Haotian and some important family officials ran over and helped Tang Zhentian, who was covered in blood, to his feet.

"It's me he's going to deal with...you go away." Tang Zhentian blushed, his injuries were more severe than what he had imagined. Compared with the physical damage, Yuanshenhai, who was about to break through, was about to fall into chaos , he no longer has any extra force to support him.

Tang Haotian held his father's hand tightly. Although he hadn't seen each other for a hundred years, the love between father and son would never fade. He said in a firm and deep voice, "I will always be here!"