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The gloomy sky seemed to be tightly covered by a layer of fog, so that no light from the sky leaked out, and as the crack appeared, a large piece of bright yellow light poured down from it, carrying unparalleled majesty and holiness.

Yuan Futu raised his gaze, and found that within the bright yellow light, there was a sword light as long as hundreds of feet, which was magnificent and came in an instant.

Immortal Yan Yang's face was extremely ugly, the emperor's mansion came faster than he expected, and Tang Zhentian hadn't died yet, so he had no choice, even if this sword tried his best to achieve the goal, and the price he paid , It's not just as simple as being injured, judging from the bright yellow blade light, I'm afraid the strength of the incoming person is not inferior to him.

Another Profound Immortal!

Yuan Futu was extremely shocked, he didn't expect to meet two Xuanxians and a strong man who was about to break through to Xuanxian overnight.

The sword light is getting closer and closer, and gradually becomes huge in the line of sight, directly blasting towards Immortal Yan Yang, the target is extremely clear.

Boom!

The ground exploded, and the dilapidated palace was instantly shattered into a pile of rubble, but Immortal Yan Yang made a decisive decision, and the sword edge turned quickly. This time, almost half of the world power was burned. There was a black streamer like a horse, and a crimson totem mark appeared on the hilt of the sword, which turned out to be the brand of the god pattern, and it collided with the sword light.

Yuan Futu squinted his eyes, and his eyes were immediately attracted by the imprint of the divine pattern, but the lines of this divine pattern were complicated and dense, but orderly, far exceeding the scope of what he had seen before, at least it must come from a three-star divine pattern. The hand of the tattoo master, otherwise how can it be effective on the heavenly immortal weapon?

Where Immortal Yan Yang stood, the blue bricks had already crumbled, and the ground cracked suddenly. The gap began to expand along the gap between his feet, and below was an invisible abyss.

Click!

This crisp sound almost shocked the soul, and Immortal Yan Yang turned back, only to find that the fairy artifact in his hand had been damaged. Judging from the extent of the burst, it was very difficult to repair it.

He raised his head, looked fiercely at the crowd in front of him, and deeply imprinted Yuan Futu's face in his mind, filled with hatred and curiosity towards him.

Yuan Futu finally breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that there is no need to use the dragon scales anymore, this kind of life-saving treasure is naturally saved as much as possible, but at this moment, the thick clouds in the sky dissipated, and he saw a middle-aged man wearing a bronze armor The man stepped down, with glaring eyebrows, a dignified appearance, more than ten feet tall, unusually tall and mighty, especially with armor on his body, like a god descending from the earth, he carried a crescent moon knife on his shoulder, which was even more exaggerated than his own.

Looking at his feet again, when he stepped on them, the ground trembled a little, and they sank three inches into the ground.

He looked at the man wearing a mask not far away, and said in a deep voice: "I have never seen a Xuanxian who dare not show it to others. Since he dared to do it, why should he be afraid?"

His voice was sonorous and powerful, and every word was like thunder, and his eyes became brighter and brighter, like lightning bursting in them.

Immortal Yan Yang knew that he had missed the opportunity. This time the plan was a complete failure. This was the most embarrassing time since he performed so many missions. Now that he has become a Xuanxian, he was forced to this point.

The plan was originally flawless, and he even made countless possible calculations, but in the end he still missed the magical dragon scale on Yuan Futu's body, and was delayed by such a block.

With a wave of his hand, the remaining dozens of flying swords floated beside him, shrouded in thick black light, and said, "I'm not afraid of anyone, I just don't want to ask for trouble."

Knowing that he was saved, Tang Haotian was so weak that he was about to kneel down. He insisted on supporting his father Tang Zhentian from falling down, his forehead was covered with veins.

Yuan Futu turned around and said: "You are all right, let's get out of here quickly, that guy should be able to last for a while." Although he didn't know the strength of the middle-aged man, judging from the situation just now, he should not be weak.

"No need."

Tang Zhentian coughed violently twice, and said, "With General Longyou around... we can live in peace."

"General Longyou?!" Tang Haotian said in astonishment: "You mean the Xuanxian-level powerhouse sitting in the emperor's mansion, General Longyou?!"

A pale smile appeared on the corner of Tang Zhentian's mouth, and he said weakly: "It won't be a few hundred years in seclusion... But it doesn't mean that there are no strong people in the imperial palace."

Hearing the Xuanxian sitting in the imperial palace, Yuan Futu was both surprised and relieved, thinking that as long as the people from the imperial palace rushed here, even if that servant had the courage to do so, he would not dare to act rashly, otherwise it would be a fight with the imperial court in the fairy world. Against.

General Long You's eyes were as sharp as a sword, and he said, "Don't want to ask for trouble? But you are in trouble now."

Immortal Yan Yang said calmly: "This time it was my mistake, but next time I won't be so lucky." His eyes pierced through the mask and fixed on Yuan Futu's body, as if he wanted to know the truth in his hand. What kind of treasure is that piece of dragon scale?

As soon as the words fell, his long-prepared sword art suddenly activated, and countless immortal weapons rushed towards him, tearing everything in front of him like a black storm. Powerful and fierce.

General Long You calmed down, and when the storm approached, he suddenly stepped forward with his wide right foot, and the hands holding the blade suddenly exerted force, tensing up the veins, and the whole movement was done in one go, making the long blade move almost quickly. It was unbelievable, and it completely blurred into a fierce sword light in his hand, which slammed into the black storm fiercely.

boom!

The pure power of the Xuanxian world surged out from the blade, the storm stagnated for a moment and then collapsed immediately, and the flying sword inside was blown away, as many as a dozen bites.

General Longyou shrank his pupils, but found that the masked Xuanxian had disappeared.

What he did was to retreat completely, and he didn't hesitate to pay the price of a dozen flying swords, and among these flying swords there were even one or two heaven-level immortal artifacts. All in all, it was a heavy loss.

General Long You didn't want to chase him either. Since the opponent was willing to dispatch Xuanxian, one can imagine how strong his background is.

"Father, Grandpa!" After making sure it was safe, Tang Yao couldn't wait to run over and shouted excitedly.

"Is it my granddaughter?" Tang Zhentian couldn't help smiling when he saw the granddaughter he had never met before, and held her cold little hand covered in cold sweat with his old hand.

However, at this moment, a mouthful of fishy sweetness spewed out from his throat and stained his chest.

"grandfather!"

"Father!"