Dragon King Hall

Chapter 1343 Seeing Yang Xingxia Again

This voice immediately attracted the attention of Henry Zhang and Quan Dingding.

It was Yang Xingxia's three words that attracted Henry Zhang.

What attracted Quan Ding Ding was that crisp female voice.

"There is a young lady... No, there is a female almsgiver who died! Amitabha, monks are compassionate." Quan Dingding clasped his hands in front of him, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The road is uneven, and the poor monk can't do it." Sit back and watch, villain, take your life!"

Quan Dingding wiped the cassock randomly with his greasy hands a few times, then took the fly whisk, jumped into the air, and shouted: "Bold monster, I can tell you are not human at a glance, today I will kill you!" If you want to reveal your true colors, look at me, Dawei Tianlong!"

In the dense fog, Quan Dingding had just swung his whisk when he was cut off by a sharp sword energy.

In the oasis, Yang Shou's tomb stood beside Yang Xingxia, with his hands behind his back, he didn't need to make any movements at all, just the sword energy around him made him have few opponents in the God-endowing realm.

Yang Xingxia holds the Western Xia Saber, and now he also has the power of being a god. With Yang Shou's tomb following him, Yang Xingxia swallowed up two small inheritances with ease. At this moment, Yang Xingxia is eyeing the third inheritance.

Yanxia has a history of 5000 years. In these 5000 years, countless outstanding people have been born, and more inheritances have been left behind than imagined. However, these inheritances are limited in strength and cannot be like Xixia inheritance and Loulan inheritance. , can suppress the fragments of evil gods with the heroic spirits, so it is not recognized. In the eyes of many large inheritors, such inheritance is their best supplement, and it is their ration to strengthen themselves. As long as they devour a certain amount of small inheritance , can awaken the heroic spirit inherited by oneself, and thus step into the realm of controlling the spirit.

Opposite Yang Xingxia is a pair similar to Xi Xia's inheritance. An old woman with gray hair is leading a young girl. The girl is holding a pink fan and wearing a long skirt. She is in her early twenties, and she is in good shape. When he was Mao, but now in Yang Xingxia's hands, with blood on the corner of his mouth, he looked extremely embarrassed.

The old woman next to the girl is obviously the girl's guardian, but compared with Yang Shou's tomb, the strength of this old woman is much worse. After all, the sword of the extreme state is not just talking.

Previously, Yang Shou's tomb lived for the inheritance of Western Xia. When Yang Xingxia inherited Xixia, Yang Shou's tomb lived for Yang Xingxia. What Yang Xingxia said was what Yang Shou's tomb would do.

Quan Dingding's appearance interrupted the rhythm of Yang Xingxia's attack on the girl, but it only interrupted the rhythm. Under the sword energy of Yang Shou's tomb, it was obvious that Quan Dingding's mighty Tianlong didn't show any strength. effect.

"Wow! Brave old thief, the poor monk has accepted you!"

In front of the girl, Quan Dingding erupted with unprecedented bravery. While waving his arms repeatedly, the whisk in his hand instantly grew to a length of more than ten meters, and entangled towards Yang Shou's tomb.

Yang Shoumu was standing there, but he didn't see any movement from Yang Shoumu, and the whisk, which was more than ten meters away, was broken inch by inch.

"Oops! I've eaten too much meat recently, my Buddha is not working, and the Daluo mantra is no longer effective!"

Quan Dingding's face became extremely ugly.

"Where did Monk Hua come from?" Yang Shoumu looked at Quan Dingding's appearance and saw that this person was not serious. He waved his hand and ordered Yang Shoumu, "Kill him."

Yang Shoumu nodded slightly, stretched out his sword finger, and pointed lightly at Quan Dingding.

Under Yang Shou's tomb's finger, Quan Dingding's face changed suddenly. He could feel the attack of the surrounding sharp edges, and the brave appearance just now disappeared completely at this moment.

"Grandpa, don't kill me!" Quan Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding, he knelt in front of Yang Shou's tomb.

The girl originally saw Quan Dingding's majestic appearance, and thought that things had turned for the better, but the monk knelt there within a few seconds after appearing.

"Nonsense." Yang Shoumu snorted coldly, pointing his sword non-stop, intending to kill everything.

A ray of cold light came out from Yang Shou's tomb and went straight towards Quan Dingding. Just as the icy light was about to hit Quan Dingding's body, another ray of cold light emerged out of thin air, directly cutting off the attack from Yang Shou's tomb.

"Master with a sword!" Yang Shou's tomb looked in one direction instantly, and in the direction Yang Shou's tomb was looking at, white sword lights filled the sky, overwhelming the sky and rushing towards Yang Shou's tomb.

Yang Shou's eyes showed solemnity, "The sword's edge is concentrated, and it has a peaceful mood. In this mood, there is still an undefeated belief. Could this sword intent be the one in the legend..."

At the end of Yang Shou's tomb words, countless sword glows were issued.

Just when Yang Shou's tomb was smashing against those sword lights, Henry Zhang's figure suddenly flashed behind Quan Dingding, holding Quan Dingding's back collar, "Go!"

"Bring young lady... no, bring the benefactor with me!" Quan Dingding didn't forget to scream when he ran for his life.

The old woman next to the girl was not a fool either. Seeing that Yang Shou's tomb was restrained, she immediately pulled the girl up, "Let's go!"

Henry Zhang took Quan Dingding, the old woman took the girl, and the four of them rushed in the same direction in the mist.

"Female benefactor, please come with the poor monk, Amitabha."

This scene is a long story, but it actually happened in an instant.

When Yang Shou's tomb broke through the sky-filled sword light, the four of Henry Zhang had completely disappeared into the mist.

Yang Shoumu didn't chase after him in a hurry, but looked at the place where the sword energy came, and asked, "Who is your Excellency?"

In the fog, there was no sound.

Yang Shoumu continued to speak: "Your Excellency's sword intent, I have seen it in ancient books, but I didn't expect it to exist. I don't know who your master is?"

In the fog, there was still silence.

"Old man, what are you doing! Everyone has run away!" Yang Xingxia glanced at the place where the girl was running away, and was furious.

Seeing that no one answered for a long time, Yang Shou tomb shook his head, and said to Yang Xingxia: "Master, there are masters hiding in the dark."

"Bastard master." Yang Xingxia looked disdainful, "If you are really a master, you won't hide it, you trash, you can let go of the prey you get, quickly, find her for me! Not only do I want her inheritance, I also want her." Someone who wants her!"

Yang Xingxia's eyes were filled with a strong possessive desire.

Yang Shou tomb bowed, "This old slave respects the name of his master."

Yang Shou's tomb felt it a little bit, and then led Yang Xingxia into the mist. These fogs couldn't stop the existence of Renmao and Pojun, and naturally they couldn't stop the existence of Yang Shou's tomb either.

At this time, Yang Shou's tomb and Yang Xingxia were still in the mist. They had only one purpose, and that was to hunt. Many inheritors came this time. These inheritors were all Yang Xingxia's prey. He enjoyed playing the role of hunter very much.

(End of this chapter)