The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

It was as green as the sea, almost submerging the world.

This high crowned old man may still be some distance away from becoming an immortal, but facing Yang Jian who has just practiced for a few years, he still has an absolute upper hand.

Yang Jian was concentrating on it, and the long sword in his hand trembled, as if he was about to turn into a dragon and soar into the sky in the next moment.

And Liuya was staring at the green light. If you looked closely at her eyes, you could see that her pupils had turned into a disc, and six things faintly appeared on the disc.

She opened her lips lightly, and the discs in her eyes were about to turn into rays of light and rush out!

But when he heard a sword chant, Yang Jian flicked his long sword, swung it, buzzed twice, and two half-moon black lights condensed directly, cutting on that touch of green!

Ding--

The emerald green light trembled, and the two half-moon slashes of black light shattered instantly. Where the two collided, a shock wave swept in all directions.

There was a counter-shock force from the long sword in Yang Jian's hand, and he was so shocked that he took two steps back, leaving two footprints.

And the emerald green light exploded, and a broken sword spun and flew towards the sky. The old man with the high crown was as white as a sheet of paper, feeling that the ray of soul that he entrusted on the broken sword was cut to pieces, and his vitality was seriously injured!

"Damn it! That sword must be a treasure from the Sky Rift Valley!"

The old man with the high crown hurriedly waved back his broken sword, and just a few words made the expressions of the surrounding old men change drastically.

Rao has been cultivating immortals for a long time, and his Dao heart is strong. At this moment, he has the idea of ​​snatching the girl from Yang Jian's arms!

There is really a secret to becoming a fairy in this valley!

"Hahahaha! That's it!"

There was a tall and thin old man who hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly saw a half-moon black light slashing into the sky, carrying a murderous intent!

Yang Jian was holding up that magical long sword and waving it wildly!

He doesn't want to talk nonsense with these old men, he knows that the long sword in his hand can stimulate the sword energy by himself, so why not quickly swing it and destroy these bastards!

"Hmph! It's just the might of a divine weapon, so why be afraid!"

The tall and thin old man didn't hide but went up to him, raised his hand and waved a palm, his vitality condensed with golden light and his big palm directly covered the three black light half-moon slashes!

Puff puff!

The golden palm shattered directly! And the old man was horrified, he couldn't dodge for a while, and three black lights slashed on his body!

In the next moment, blood gushed out, and his head was in a different place!

A monk who was regarded as a real master in this vast world was ruined by Wu Guang like this!

What kind of body protection magic weapon and body protection formula, at this time, it has no effect at all!

Most of those who can live a thousand years in such a difficult cultivation environment are not easy people. Although these figures in the air were shocked, they immediately dodged and fled.

But it was still too late, five or six people were killed by Wu Guang, and their protective precious light was useless at all!

It's just this time, the offense and defense shift!

Yang Jian was determined. Although he felt that his physical strength had been drained by the swing of the sword just now, but at this time he already had the means to confront the enemy, and he had some right to speak.

He glanced at Liuya, and whispered: "Liuya, are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid," Liu Ya's words were very calm. Yang Jian gave her a strange look. When he saw her big bright eyes, although he had doubts, he still held back and didn't investigate further.

It seemed that a very strange emotion was interfering with his judgment.

Moreover, Yang Jian felt the desire to protect Liuya from the bottom of his heart, and for some reason, this emotion itself was very strange.

Originally, it was not obvious in the private room of the restaurant, but today the two of them have been in contact for a long time, and this emotion has become more and more out of control...

Yang Jian's heart shuddered, taking advantage of Wu Guang to restrain the old men above his head, he untied Liuya from the front of his body and let her stand behind him.

In a short while, he had already figured out three or four countermeasures against the enemy or escape in his mind.

"This sword is really extraordinary." Yang Jian brushed his fingers over the sword body, and with his profound skills, he could feel the icy coldness of this sword, and he was a little horrified in his heart.

When he was hunted down before, he already felt that something strange happened today, as if there was a big hand playing in the dark...

Master?

Yang Jian suddenly smiled wryly, and the honest and honest face of his master suddenly appeared in his mind, and he felt that it was unlikely that the master was planning a scheme.

But then, he thought of Liuya's master, that wretched old Taoist.

Looking at the sword in his hand, Yang Jian sighed in his heart, knowing that the master should be nearby, seeing that his situation was critical, he gave himself this long sword.

Other than that, nothing else is possible!

It's embarrassing to the master.

Yang Jian sighed, and said in a loud voice: "Isn't senior teasing me enough? What exactly is senior planning? Just say it!"

Many old men in the air looked at each other, but this son was talking to them?

And on the white cloud high in the sky, the sloppy old man curled his mouth, hummed and said nothing; Master Yuding smiled like a spring breeze.

Arranging such an experience without affecting the relationship between the master and the apprentice is a good deal.

The group of old men above Yang Jian's head couldn't bear it anymore, and one of them said: "Although the sword is miraculous, it can't exert one ten-thousandth of its power in this master's hands. If it can be taken away, it will be a great treasure!"

The greedy look in the eyes of this group of people is even heavier!

"Duo?" Yang Jian smiled slightly, "Just come, if you want to perish here today, I can't stop you.

A middle-aged scribe said with a smile: "Little friend, your tone is too loud. The power of the magic weapon may be fierce for a while, but it will not guarantee that you will retreat unscathed."

"Really?" Yang Jian looked up at the middle-aged scribe, his body straight.

He naturally knew in his heart that if these people really attacked, even if he could kill one or two people, he would definitely not be able to please him.

But he didn't want to give in, let alone beg for mercy.

"I just want to remind everyone," Yang Jian clenched his fists, with a purple light on the front of the fist, and said with a light smile, "the girl behind me has a powerful master, so please don't offend him. Look at the sword in my hand, can you not think of anything?"

Hearing this, these old men's complexions were cloudy and uncertain.

"Don't be deceived by him!" The tall and thin old man yelled: "This sword flew from the rift valley in the sky, and it is obviously protecting the girl! It also proves that the girl is the key of Dao Zang! The spirit of the treasure!"

"That's right! Kill him! If you take the baby girl, there may be something other than this world-shattering Dao Treasure!"

"Our immortal way is today!"

Yang Jian almost swears when he heard the words, and all the old men in the mid-air were slowly approaching after a little thought...

Obviously, even if there is even a glimmer of illusory hope of becoming a fairy, these people will fight with their lives.

If you can't fool around, you can only fight as hard as you can, seeking a chance of life in the battle.

Yang Jian sighed, holding the long sword in his right hand, and stretched his left hand aside.

Liuya stood on tiptoe with a calm face, hugged Yang Jian's palm, and whispered, "Big brother, there seems to be something calling me in the canyon...it wants me to go over..."

Yang Jian's body shook.

He looked down at Liuya, and suddenly there was a feeling in his heart that he wanted to take care of her and take care of her.

Although this feeling is a bit weird, Yang Jian still can't restrain the impulse in his heart...

Promise her not to make her sad.

"Okay, wait until I kill a few old bastards, and I'll send you inside."

"Why... kill someone?"

"It's not that I want to kill them, it's that they want to kill me," Yang Jian said in a flat voice, holding up the Excalibur, drawing three sword moves in his mind.

It was the Pingtian Sword that he had not turned into a boxing technique.

Close your eyes, breathe out, the divine sword in your hand seems to have a spirit, and at this moment it gradually merges with Yang Jian.

Pingtian Sword, Sword Pingtian!

"Wind blows!"

Yang Jian yelled loudly and waved the long sword in his hand, streaks of black light rose from the sky, and all kinds of magic weapons and supernatural powers whizzed down.

Between the heaven and the earth, the air of killing and cutting permeated the air.

All kinds of gods appeared in all directions, but in Liuya's eyes, they were just colorful decorations.

Liuya stood behind Yang Jian, pursed her mouth, without blinking...