My son Yang Jian has the qualities of an emperor

Yang Zhao's figure was like a flash of lightning, rushing towards the Black Killing Marshal in an instant.

The speed was so fast that all the gods and generals present were shocked, and they didn't even have a chance to react. The Black Killing Marshal was just about to fight, but Yang Zhao had already appeared in front of him.

At this moment, the Black Killing Marshal seemed to remember the scene when he was "killed instantly".

Did he want to do it again like last time?

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"Hmph, absolutely impossible!"

The Black Killing Marshal roared, waving the sharp blade in his hand to meet Yang Zhao.

However, Yang Zhao suddenly had a long sword flashing with cold light in his hand - the Heaven-killing Demon Blade. This sword seemed to contain the power to destroy the world, and the gods and generals present felt a palpitation as soon as it appeared.

The sharp blade in the hands of the Black Killing Marshal was like tofu in front of the Sky Killing Demon Blade. It was cut into two pieces by Yang Zhao's easy swing of the sword.

At the same time, the Black Killing Marshal felt a huge force coming, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and heavily crashed into the palaces of the immortal palaces.

Fortunately, most of the immortals in the heavenly court have gone to the exiled immortal platform now, so there is no need to worry about hitting others.

Seeing the Black Killing Marshal being blown away by a blow, the six marshals, including Tianwu and Tianyong, looked at each other. They all knew that although Yang Zhao was young, he was a real strong enemy.

But they didn't expect that Yang Zhao was so strong!

The Black Killing Marshal was a golden immortal master, but he couldn't resist Yang Zhao's attack!

However, as the most trusted marshals of the heavenly court under the command of the Emperor Tianhuang, they would naturally not retreat easily!

After a brief hesitation, several marshals attacked together, each using their best magical powers to besiege Yang Zhao.

However, Yang Zhao seemed to be well prepared. His figure kept flashing in the air, like a dragon flying between the marshals.

Every time he swung his sword, it was with the force of thunder and lightning, and every time he dodged, he just avoided the fatal attack.

The Heaven-Slaying Demon Blade danced in his hand, carrying unparalleled divine power, and no one could stop it.

The siege of the marshals not only did not cause any trouble to Yang Zhao, but made him more eager to fight.

The Heaven-Slaying Demon Blade in his hand emitted more and more dazzling light, and each blade light cut through the sky, leaving a dazzling trace.

"Swish!" With a light sound, the Heaven-Slaying Demon Blade in Yang Zhao's hand was as light as a butterfly flying through flowers, but with an irresistible sharpness, it directly cut through the golden armor of the Black Killing Marshal, leaving a shallow blood mark.

The Great Marshal Heisha took a step back, his face pale. He didn't expect Yang Zhao's strength to be so strong.

Especially the spirit weapon with evil spirit, which made him terrified.

Tianwu, Tianyong and other great marshals each held a magic weapon and tried their best to keep Yang Zhao. They all had to kill him without leaving any room!

However, Yang Zhao seemed to have expected it. His figure moved like a fish in water in the siege of the gods. Every dodge and counterattack was just right, as if he could predict the opponent's movements.

The Heaven-killing Demon Blade danced in his hand, and every swing was with the power of a storm. Even the great marshal who was a golden immortal master could only barely resist it and could not besiege it at all.

The battle was thrilling. Every time the sword flashed, it was accompanied by a symphony of metal and iron. Yang Zhao was like the wind among the gods, and no one could touch him at all.

Grand Marshal Heisha and other Grand Marshals gradually felt the pressure, and they began to work together to cast formations, trying to unite and besiege Yang Zhao.

But even so, Yang Zhao still relied on the Heaven-Slaying Demon Blade and his extraordinary body movements to easily break their offensive.

The battle lasted only a moment, and Grand Marshal Heisha and others were already wounded, and their magical powers seemed so pale and powerless in front of Yang Zhao.

They had to admit that the strength of the young man in front of them was far beyond their imagination, and their siege was in vain.

Yang Zhao stood in the center of the battlefield, and the blood on the Heaven-Slaying Demon Blade dripped on the ground, making a crisp sound.

There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, looking at the wounded and panting marshals, and said coldly: "Tell me, where is my mother?"

At this moment, a more powerful momentum suddenly descended.

The Big Dipper Seven Stars Lord was like an alien, slowly descending from the void with supreme majesty.

The Tianshu Star Lord, who was in the lead, looked at Yang Zhao expressionlessly, with a faint light in his hand.

It was an invisible force that seemed to be able to block everything.

With his gesture, an invisible wave instantly spread out, which was the power of the "Forbidden Spirit" Dao Fruit.

The sudden change made everyone present feel an irresistible bondage.

In front of this power, the spiritual treasures and spiritual weapons all lost their luster without exception and became like ordinary iron tools.

The Sky-Slaying Demon Blade in Yang Zhao's hand also became dim at this moment, unable to stimulate the previous murderous spirit and sharpness.

He glanced at the demon blade in his hand with a little surprise, and felt that the Sky-Slaying Demon Blade in his hand seemed to have lost its former sharpness and power, and his spiritual power could no longer exert its due power through this terrifying spiritual weapon.

At this moment, the Sky-Slaying Demon Blade was just an ordinary long sword, unable to help him.

He smiled faintly, as if he didn't care about this sudden change. Although he couldn't use the Sky-killing Demon Blade, his body was the best weapon.

Seeing this, the three Star Lords, Tianxuan, Tianji, and Tianquan, immediately knew that this was the best time to suppress Yang Zhao, and took the lead in attacking Yang Zhao, wanting to suppress him on the spot.

Marshal Heisha and other Marshals took the opportunity to adjust their status, cooperated with the three Star Lords, and killed Yang Zhao together.

The three Star Lords were Taiyi Golden Immortals, more powerful than Marshal Heisha. They formed a siege with Marshal Heisha and others, trying to suppress Yang Zhao in one fell swoop with the power of the "Forbidden Spirit" Dao Fruit.

Tianxuan Star Lord summoned the power of the stars in the sky, turning them into dazzling starlight blades to cut down Yang Zhao.

Tianji Star Lord stretched out the five fingers of his right hand, and the invisible space force turned the space where Yang Zhao was into a quagmire, trying to distort his trajectory and make him unable to move!

The Tianquan Star Lord's fists were invincible. He punched out with a sharp and powerful force. Each punch contained the power to destroy mountains and rivers.

Yang Zhao did not retreat in the face of attacks from all directions. His figure flickered left and right on the battlefield, like a phantom, and every dodge was extremely accurate.

Even under the suppression of the "Forbidden Spirit" Dao Fruit, his body movements were still unpredictable.

His fists and feet had become the best weapons. Every attack contained the momentum of breaking through the air and hitting the opponent's vital points, like a tiger running through the forest. Even if it lost its claws, it still exuded an aura that should not be underestimated.

Yang Jian looked at the many immortals and gods besieging his brother in front of him, and the anger in his heart erupted like a volcano. He could no longer hold back, and roared, and his figure rushed straight to the center of the battlefield like an arrow from a string.

The Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong he cultivated had reached the fourth level of Xuan Gong. He ate the immortal pills made by the Taiqing Saint every day, just like chewing a handful of free candy beans.

This also made his magic power so strong that almost no one could match it.

With his impact, the air seemed to condense into substance, and waves of air rolled out, shaking the surrounding fairy palaces.

Tianshu Xingjun didn't care at first, just waved his hand casually, and said to the Tianyuan God next to him: "Go, take that kid down."

Tianyuan God was a burly man, holding a sword, with a majestic look. He nodded and then took off into the air to meet Yang Jian.

Tianyuan God was the top warrior in the heavenly court, with strong strength, and confident that he could subdue the child in front of him with his own strength.

However, when he rushed to Yang Jian and was about to attack, Yang Jian punched first, and the fist wind was fierce, as if there was a sound of thunder exploding in front of his fist.

This punch was as fast as lightning, as powerful as thunder, and extremely powerful. Tianyuan God General had no time to react. He only felt a huge force coming. He was knocked out like a rag bag and hit the palaces of the immortal palaces. The palaces collapsed and smoke and dust rolled.

Everyone present was shocked. Their eyes suddenly froze on Yang Jian. They didn't expect that this young boy who looked immature actually had such amazing power.

Tianshu Xingjun finally showed a bit of solemnity in his eyes. He didn't expect Yang Jian to be able to punch Tianyuan God General.

Such a terrifying power is extremely rare even in the heaven.

The gods became nervous in an instant. They realized that the brothers in front of them were much more powerful than they imagined.

After Yang Jian punched Tianyuan God General, his face was a little excited and excited, and there was a faint colorful divine light on his fist, which was the trace of the natural overflow of too strong magic power.

A trace of surprise flashed in Tianshu Xingjun's eyes. He has lived in the Heavenly Palace for a long time and has seen countless immortal heroes, but it is rare for someone like Yang Jian to have such power at such a young age.

How come Princess Yao Ji's children are all so powerful? !

At the same time, Ao Ming in the distance also widened his eyes.

Originally, he was worried that Yang Jian would be in danger if he rushed forward, and wanted to go forward to help. When he saw Yang Jian punching the Tianyuan God General away, he stopped immediately, and the whole dragon life was greatly shocked.

He had long known that Yang Ling's family was extraordinary, but he didn't expect that even Yang Jian, a seemingly insignificant child, had such amazing strength.

This is too exaggerated!

Yang Jian is obviously just a child!

No matter how you look at it, the God General who was punched away by him must have at least the Taoism of a Xuanxian, right?

On the battlefield, Yang Jian did not feel complacent because of the success of the attack. He knew that his brother was still fighting fiercely with the gods in the Heavenly Palace.

Yang Jian once again soared into the air, his figure streaking across the sky like a meteor, heading straight for the Black Killing Marshal.

He had long disliked this guy!