My son Yang Jian has the qualities of an emperor

After Li Jing and his wife stood firm, their faces showed relief and fear.

If Yang Jian and Nezha had not come to their aid in time, they would have been submerged by the red waves.

But now they are still on the battlefield, and there is no time to say any nonsense. They just cast a look at Nezha and Yang Jian, and then quickly adjusted their state and prepared to fight again.

Wang Bian, who was far away, covered his broken arm, with a ferocious look in his stunned face.

He did not expect that Yang Jian's strength was far beyond his imagination, so Yang Jian succeeded and cut off his arm with a knife.

This also made him shift his primary target to Yang Jian.

He retreated hundreds of feet like lightning and looked at Yang Jian carefully.

"Who are you?"

Yang Jian did not hide it and shouted in a deep voice: "I am Yang Ling's son, Yang Jian."

Wang Bian heard this and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, "You are Yang Ling's son? The Yang Ling taught by others? No wonder you are so powerful!"

He took a deep breath and circulated the magic power in his body. He saw that the severed arm was shining with golden light, and the flesh and blood grew again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not long after, a brand new arm was intact.

Wang Bian waved the new arm, tested the strength, and showed a satisfied look on his face. His eyes became sharp again, and the whisk in his hand shook, and the clouds in the sky rolled and thunder roared.

"Tiangang Thunder Method!"

Wang Bian shouted in a low voice, and countless lightning flashed in the clouds in the sky. The power of thunder gathered, forming a series of terrifying lightning and lightning, which struck Yang Jian.

Faced with this sudden attack, Yang Jian did not retreat at all, but his fighting spirit became more intense.

He raised his sword high, and the runes on the blade began to flicker, as if countless sword qi were flowing through it.

"Boom!"

Thousands of thunders fell.

Yang Jian showed no fear, and his body seemed extremely firm in the thunder, like an unshakable mountain.

"Come on!"

Yang Jian shouted, facing the thunder, and swung the blade in his hand fiercely, bringing up a dazzling sword light, and collided head-on with the thunder.

Amid the rumbling sound, the thunder and the sword light intertwined, bursting out a dazzling light, and the entire battlefield seemed to be shrouded by this power.

The soldiers around the battlefield retreated involuntarily to avoid this contest between immortals and gods.

As Yang Jian swung his sword, the thunder in the sky all rolled back.

Wang Bian showed a hint of surprise on his face, as if he did not expect Yang Jian to be so strong.

But then, thunderclouds began to gather again above his head. The clouds in the sky quickly condensed, and lightning shuttled through the clouds, making a heart-pounding roar.

"Tiangang Thunder Method is my unique skill that I have practiced for many years. Today, I will let you see the real power!"

Wang Bian's voice seemed to come from the sky, full of shocking power.

As Wang Bian's voice fell, he held the whisk in both hands, and his magic power was surging. The thunder in the sky seemed to be summoned. One after another, the lightning condensed into a thunder ball, which rotated in the sky, making a harsh buzzing sound.

"Boom!"

The thunder seemed to have received the destiny. One after another, the lightning was like a dragon descending to the world, with unparalleled destructive power, and it fell towards Yang Jian.

Facing such a terrifying attack, Yang Jian did not have the slightest intention of retreating. There was a firm light in his eyes, and the horizontal sword in his hand was raised again, and the cold light on the blade was even brighter.

"Come on!" Yang Jian shouted, holding his sword horizontally in his hand, like an unshakable mountain, facing the thunder and lightning.

He was like a sharp arrow shot from a bow, directly soaring into the sky, and crossed with Wang Bian's figure. The two were above the clouds, fighting back and forth, and the fierce battle tore the clouds in the sky into pieces.

Yang Jian's figure tumbled in the air, like a flash of lightning, intertwined with Wang Bian's thunder, performing a thrilling aerial battle.

Under Wang Bian's urging, the Tiangang Thunder Method was like a weaving net, covering the sky and the earth, thunder and lightning, trying to trap Yang Jian in it.

However, Yang Jian was like a tiger descending from the mountain, and every time he swung his sword, it was accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, splitting the thunder and lightning one by one, and the thunder was scattered wherever the sword passed.

Wang Bian looked at this scene, and the surprise in his eyes became more and more intense. He didn't expect Yang Jian to be so calm under his thunder method.

As he retreated, he changed his hand seals continuously, and his magical powers continued. A magic circle appeared behind him, each of which exhaled terrifying power, turning into attacks of fire, water, wind, thunder and other elements, and attacked Yang Jian fiercely.

But Yang Jian seemed to ignore these attacks. His sword skills were open and closed, and every swing was accompanied by the sword energy, breaking Wang Bian's magical powers one by one.

His figure danced in the sky, and every step made a thunderous sound, shaking the air around him.

Wang Bian saw that his attacks were repeatedly broken by Yang Jian, and his face showed a look of surprise. He knew that he could no longer hold back, so he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, waved the whisk in his hand, and sacrificed the bottle again.

"Look at my tricks!" Wang Bian roared and poured out the bottle.

Suddenly, a huge red river poured out from the bottle, with rolling waves, sweeping towards Yang Jian.

The river seemed to dye the sky blood red, and its power was strong enough to break down the mountains.

Yang Jian stood in the air, looking at the huge waves with a sharp gaze. He knew that this was Wang Bian's trump card, and he had to deal with it carefully and not be careless.

He took a deep breath until his chest swelled, then blew hard.

A cold air blew out of his mouth, turning into a white whirlwind, directly colliding with the red river.

In the stunned eyes of everyone, the surging waves actually solidified in the air and turned into a huge iceberg, hanging in the sky, reflecting the sun's light and flashing dazzling cold light.

The iceberg flashed crystal light in the sun, and Wang Bian's attack was not only resolved, but also became a beautiful scenery.

Wang Bian's eyes widened. He never thought that Yang Jian was not only amazing in martial arts, but also so unfathomable in magic.

His face was livid. Such power and such means were enough to show how terrible Yang Jian was. This young man was definitely capable of competing with him!

No, judging from his performance alone, the other party was even stronger than him, the old Golden Immortal.

After all, he relied on the power of the magic treasure to cast the Red River that flooded everything, but the other party used his own magic to launch the Taoist magic.

Obviously, Yang Jian's magic power is more powerful than his own!

At this moment, Yang Jian stood on the top of the iceberg, overlooking Wang Bian, the light in his eyes was more blazing, and the horizontal sword in his hand pointed to the sky, as if challenging the world, and his momentum reached its peak at this moment.

"Wang Bian, do you have any other means?" Yang Jian's voice echoed in the sky, shaking the air around him.

He was looking forward to it.

The fight between him and Wang Bian just now was just a treat for him, and he hadn't had enough of it yet.

Kong Xuan stood on the city wall, his eyes piercing through the dust and smoke of the battlefield, staring at Yang Jian's heroic figure.

He witnessed the scene of Yang Jian freezing the Red River in one breath, and couldn't help but show a surge of admiration on his face. He exclaimed softly: "What a great Yang Jian, he is truly a dragon among men, a child of heaven!"

Zhang Kui and his wife were a little dissatisfied with the attention paid to a young man like Yang Jian, but now they are no longer dissatisfied.

They looked at each other and silently gave Yang Jian a thumbs up in their hearts. Although they themselves are also powerful in Taoism, they can never freeze a river in one breath.

Yang Jian's performance really convinced them.

On the other side of the battlefield, Wen Zhong frowned, his eyes were complicated, and his heart was full of worry and anxiety.

He knew that Wang Bian's strength was unfathomable, but he didn't expect that Yang Jian was not to be underestimated, and even the Red Water River could be frozen.

Qin Wan and other Tianjun also frowned.

They came to help. The first battle was crucial and they had to win. Otherwise, they would not only lose face, but also make the morale of the soldiers plummet.

It can be said that the outcome of this battle is related to the direction of the entire battle. Once they lose the battle, the situation will be difficult to reverse.

At this time, Zhang Zhao Tianjun stepped forward. He wore a fishtail crown, his face was as green as ice, his chin was red, he held two swords, and his eyes were burning with a passionate fighting spirit. He said to everyone: "My fellow brothers, I will go forward to help and join hands with Brother Wang Bian to take down the little thief of the human sect!"

Qin Wan Tianjun pondered for a moment and felt that Wang Bian alone might not be Yang Jian's opponent, so he nodded.

"That's good."

After hearing this, Zhang Zhao Tianjun no longer hesitated, and his figure flashed, flying towards the center of the battlefield like a meteor.

Wang Bian felt relieved when he saw Zhang Zhao Tianjun coming, and hurriedly said to him: "This boy is very powerful. You and I should be careful when we join forces."

Zhang Zhao Tianjun just smiled and responded confidently: "Don't worry, Senior Brother Wang, the two of us will definitely be able to subdue this kid together."

The two stood on opposite sides of the battlefield. Yang Jian was alone, facing two Golden Immortal-level strongmen, but he showed no fear at all. He held a horizontal sword, his eyes were like torches, waiting for the opponent's attack.

Wang Bian and Zhang Zhao Tianjun looked at each other, and then both flew up, their magic power was surging, the clouds in the sky rolled again, thunder rumbled, and the power of Taoism gathered into pieces of brilliant light, pressing down on Yang Jian.

Yang Jian did not retreat but advanced, his horizontal sword drew brilliant tracks in the air, as if the sword light could tear the world apart.

Whenever the Taoist attack approached, he could always accurately split it apart. The collision of the sword light and the Taoist magic caused a deafening roar.

Zhang Zhao Tianjun frowned when he saw this. He did not expect Yang Jian's sword skills to be so powerful. His magic was actually broken one by one.

He swung the two swords in his hands violently, and the sword light flashed, trying to break through Yang Jian's sword light with a more powerful force.

However, Yang Jian's sword skills were unpredictable. Every time he swung, he seemed to be able to predict the opponent's attack and dissolve Zhang Zhao Tianjun's sword light one by one.

Wang Bian had to increase his strength again when he saw this. When he swung his whisk, the power of Tiangang Lei Fa became even greater. The lightning was like a violent dragon and snake, trying to trap Yang Jian in the thunder net.

But Yang Jian remained calm. His horizontal sword seemed to have life. Every time he swung it, he brought a majestic momentum. Wherever the sword light passed, the thunder net was broken and the lightning dissipated.

Although the combined attack of the two Heavenly Lords was extremely powerful, it seemed to lose its effectiveness under Yang Jian's horizontal sword.

Every time an attack was broken, Wang Bian and Zhang Zhao Heavenly Lords were surprised.

They could not help but re-examine the opponent in front of them. Although Yang Jian was young, he not only had profound magical powers, but also had much more experience in fighting than ordinary people. He seemed to have been trained for a long time and was an absolutely strong enemy.

The battle is still going on. Yang Jian's figure shuttles among the thunder and spells. His sword skills become more and more wild. Every time he swings the sword, it seems to be able to split the sky, which is shocking.

Zhang Zhaotianjun saw that his sword light was repeatedly broken by Yang Jian's sword, and his inner anxiety became more intense.

He knew very well that if he could not inflict a substantial blow to Yang Jian, he would lose all face today, let alone gain an advantage on the battlefield.

So, he no longer hid his clumsiness, flipped his wrist, and took out a yellow-skinned gourd from his sleeve. When he flipped the mouth of the gourd, a cloud of red sand immediately spurted out and rushed towards Yang Jian.

The particles of this red sand are as small as dust, but they carry an extremely powerful energy. They fly in the air, like patches of bloody butterflies. Every grain of red sand contains soul-stirring evil power. It is specially designed to pollute people's soul, causing confusion and collapse of the soul.

This yellow-skin gourd was imitated by Zhang Zhaotian based on the legendary Nine-Nine Soul-Removing Gourd. Although it is not as powerful as the real thing, it is more than enough to deal with ordinary monks.

However, when the red sand rushed towards his face, Yang Jian's eyes showed a hint of surprise. His soul has been tempered countless times and is extremely tough. To him, this red sand is nothing more than an earthworm shaking a tree and cannot cause substantial harm at all.

Yang Jian was secretly surprised, because he knew that the real Nine-Nine Soul-Removing Gourd was in the hands of his father. He did not expect to encounter a replica today.

Faced with this sudden attack, Yang Jian did not panic. He shook the sword in his hand, and a dazzling light suddenly burst out from the sword, cutting all the red sand into pieces.

Wherever the sword light passed, all the red sand in the sky turned into nothingness, and the evil demonic energy dissipated together.

When Zhang Zhaotianjun saw this, his expression changed. He didn't expect Yang Jian to resolve his killing move so easily.

The anxiety in his heart turned into shock, and at the same time he became more certain that Yang Jian's strength was extraordinary.

When Wang Bian saw this, his heart sank.

He originally thought that the addition of Zhang Zhaotianjun could quickly turn the tide of the battle, but he did not expect that Yang Jian was unexpectedly powerful.

He knew that if he could not defeat Yang Jian today, he would probably become a serious problem for them in the future.

The two heavenly kings exchanged a look again and decided not to hold back any longer. They must use all their strength and launch the strongest attack to defeat Yang Jian.

As a result, Wang Bian and Zhang Zhaotianjun activated their magic power at the same time, the clouds in the sky rolled even more, thunder and sword light intertwined, forming a more terrifying offensive than before, pressing towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian stood on the top of the iceberg, facing this powerful offensive, but he showed no fear.

He raised his horizontal sword again, and the light on the sword became even brighter, as if it had the power to tear everything apart. His figure burst out with a powerful momentum in the air. Facing the offensive that almost covered the entire sky, Yang Jian swung his blade down, and a sword light poured down like a Milky Way, directly dividing the surging offensive into two.

Everyone on the battlefield couldn't help but be shocked when they saw this scene.

Yang Jian's performance once again exceeded everyone's expectations. His power was no longer comparable to that of ordinary golden immortals.

Seeing that Lord Zhang Zhaotian and Wang Bian failed to subdue Yang Jian, Lord Qin Wantian suddenly became dissatisfied.

His face was as gloomy as water, and his face was very ugly.

You must know that they are the Ten Heavenly Lords of Jin'ao Island, and they are the famous Jiejiao Immortal. Now facing a junior, they have been repeatedly frustrated, which really makes him lose face.

At this moment, Bai Litianjun stepped forward. He was wearing a white battle robe, holding a spear, and said to Lord Qin Wantian with a stern look: "Qin Tianjun, let me try too. Although Yang Jian is strong, he is only a human being after all. Man, how can I let him get carried away with so many heavenly kings here?"

When Qin Wantian heard this, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and he finally nodded.

Bai Li Tianjun no longer hesitated, and with a movement of his body, he turned into a ray of white light and shot straight into the sky. When Nezha saw this, he immediately shouted angrily: "What a King of the Ten Heavens of Jin'ao Island, but he bullies the minority with more!"

Nezha held a fire-tipped spear and was about to soar into the sky when he heard Yang Jian's voice: "Nezha, there is no need to come over! You can help me hold down the battle from behind. I am enough alone."

When Nezha heard this, although he was unwilling to accept it, he knew that Yang Jian's character would not change easily once he made a decision. He had no choice but to suppress the fighting spirit in his heart and nodded in agreement: "Okay, Yang Jian, be careful. I'll raid the formation for you from behind."

Bai Li Tianjun flew to the sky and looked down at Yang Jian below. His spear shone coldly in the sun. His momentum was like a rainbow, and his mana condensed into circles of white halo around him. Each halo contained powerful energy. power.

"Watch the move!" Tianjun Bai Li shouted angrily, swung his spear, and countless spear shadows poured down like a torrential rain. Each spear shadow contained the power to destroy mountains and rivers.

But Yang Jian still stood on the top of the iceberg, with his horizontal sword in his hand and his eyes firm.

Facing Bai Litianjun's offensive, he swung the horizontal sword in his hand again. The sword light was like a waterfall. Each sword light accurately hit the gun shadow and cracked it one by one.

The atmosphere on the battlefield became increasingly tense, and every collision seemed to tear the world apart.

Although Bai Litianjun's attack was fierce, he was still unable to make substantial progress under Yang Jian's horizontal sword.

Yang Jian's figure flew on the battlefield with a rainbow of momentum, but he showed no fear at all when faced with the siege of the three Heavenly Lords.

Wang Tianjun's red water was like a torrent, Zhang Tianjun's red sand covered the sky, and Bai Tianjun urged the boundless flames. The three attacks intertwined, as if to devour Yang Jian.

However, at this critical moment, Yang Jian burst into a dazzling light, and his figure suddenly changed, showing a vision of three heads and six arms.

Each head had a stern face, and each arm held a magic weapon. The slingshot, spear, fairy sword and horizontal sword, etc. showed their power, forming an indestructible line of defense.

The spear picked up the sky, the fairy sword cut the void, and the horizontal sword swept across. Every time Yang Jian made a move, he accurately resisted the attacks of the three Tianjuns.

The red water turned into harmless water mist under his spear, the red sand shattered into dust under his fairy sword, and the flames were split into two under his horizontal sword, unable to get close.

Wang Tianjun saw this, his magic power condensed, he muttered something, waved the whisk in his hand, and the red water river surged again, turning into huge waves, rushing towards Yang Jian, trying to drown him.

Yang Jian waved the spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear moved, and the vast red water solidified in an instant, turning into crystal clear ice peaks. His figure shuttled between the ice peaks, and the red water river did not touch him at all.

Zhang Tianjun saw that the red water was ineffective, his face sank, and he shook the yellow gourd in his hand again, and the red sand surged like bloody rain, trying to erode Yang Jian's soul.

But Yang Jian waved the fairy sword in his hand, and the sword light was like a waterfall. The red sand turned into nothingness under the sword light, and the evil demonic energy was dissipated by the sword light.

Bai Tianjun saw his companions fail one after another, and he became more and more anxious. He urged his magic power, and the halo around him flickered. Endless flames fell from the sky, trying to trap Yang Jian in the sea of ​​fire.

However, Yang Jian swung his sword, and wherever the sword light passed, the flames were weakened one by one as if they met ice, until they were completely extinguished.

Bai Tianjun couldn't help but feel a little horrified.

The battle became more and more intense, and Yang Jian's figure danced on the battlefield, and every move was with a thunderous force.

Although the offensive of the three Tianjuns was fierce, they could not gain the upper hand under Yang Jian's three heads and six arms.

Yang Jian fought one against three, and he was not at a disadvantage.

As the battle progressed, the horror in Bai Tianjun's heart gradually turned into fear. The more the Tianjuns fought, the more frightened they became. They could feel that Yang Jian's body was not simple.

Their water, fire, thunder and lightning and other attacks could not leave any traces on him.

Bai Tianjun couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He suspected that Yang Jian in front of him might be a copper head and iron arm, invulnerable to water and fire, and indestructible.

The strength shown by this young man has far exceeded their expectations. His magic power and his fighting experience have reached an incredible level.

Nezha stood in the back and watched the fierce battle in the air. He couldn't help but laugh loudly: "Haha, what a big show. The three of the ten Tianjuns of Jin'ao Island can't deal with a junior together. This face is lost to grandma's house!"

His words were like sharp arrows, shooting directly into the hearts of the three Tianjuns.

Wang Bian, Zhang Zhao Tianjun and Bai Li Tianjun were livid when they heard this. They were famous in the cultivation world, but now they were suppressed by a young man in public. This was an unprecedented shame.

The three looked at each other, and the anger and unwillingness in their hearts erupted like a volcano.

They no longer had any reservations and all used what they had learned in their lives.

Wang Bian waved the whisk in his hand, and the power of Tiangang Leifa increased again, with thunder rolling as if to destroy everything; Zhang Zhao Tianjun's double swords were like two dragons, drawing brilliant sword lights in the air; Bai Li Tianjun's spear skills were more fierce, and the spear shadows were like a storm, and every strike seemed to penetrate the void.

However, facing the violent attacks of the three Tianjuns, Yang Jian remained calm.

His three heads and six arms were like gods descending to the earth, and every swing was accompanied by supreme majesty and power. His sword light was like a light that shuttled through time and space, and every slash turned the attacks of the three Tianjuns into nothing.

Qin Wan Tianjun, who was watching the battle below, looked uglier and gloomy.

As the leader of the ten Tianjuns of Jin'ao Island, he knew that if they lost the battle today, the prestige of the ten Tianjuns would no longer exist.

He held the reins tightly in his hand, secretly thinking whether to take action himself.

The battle continued, Nezha's mockery was endless, the three Heavenly Lords looked gloomy, and their offensive became more and more fierce, but Yang Jian's counterattack was equally fierce.

Thunder and sword light intertwined in the sky, ice peaks and sea of ​​fire reflected each other on the ground, the entire battlefield was like the end of the world, but Yang Jian's figure was always as stable as a mountain.

Every time they attacked, the hearts of the three Heavenly Lords became heavier. Although their magic power was deep, they seemed to be unable to find any flaws in the face of Yang Jian's near-perfect defense and counterattack.

Finally, after a fierce collision, the offensive of the three Heavenly Lords was split by Yang Jian's sword, and their figures were shaky in the air, with expressions of disbelief and deep frustration on their faces.

Qin Wan Tianjun stood in the distance, watching all this with cold eyes.

He saw clearly that Yang Jian was so strong that it was terribly strong!

It was only a matter of time before Bai Li and his men were defeated.

"Set up the formation!"

The two cold words reached the ears of Wang Bian, Bai Li and the other three Heavenly Lords, and they were immediately refreshed.

The reputation of the Ten Heavenly Lords of Jin'ao Island was not earned by magical powers, but by their attainments in formation.

Each of the ten heavenly monarchs of Jin'ao Island is a master of formations, and few people can match them in the art of formations.

This is also the specialty of the immortals of Jiejiao, the real secret skill.

It's just that the formation is more troublesome, and the power is huge, and the range is extremely wide, so under normal circumstances, they will not use formations to fight against the enemy.

Because they don't need to use their full strength at all.

Ordinary immortals are scared silly just by hearing their names, how dare they fight them?

Even if there are blind people who want to die, they are easily sent away.

But now it has come to the most critical moment. If they don't use their secret skills, I'm afraid they will be completely defeated by Yang Jian.

Thinking of this, Bai Li Tianjun waved his hands violently, and the temperature between heaven and earth suddenly rose, and streams of flames gushed out from the ground, like thousands of troops galloping.

His figure looked particularly majestic in the firelight, and the air around him was distorted by the hot flames.

As his magic power continued to be injected, the flames began to condense and form into a huge flame array.

There were faint sounds of dragons and tigers roaring in the flames, and each flame was like a living thing, ready to move, as if anyone who stepped into the array would be ruthlessly devoured.

Bai Li Tianjun stood outside the array, his spear pointed to the sky, his eyes sharp as a knife, staring coldly at Yang Jian, his voice full of provocation: "Yang Jian, I have laid out the flame array, if you really have the courage, come in and fight!"