At this moment, Tang Luo's fist appeared in front of Yang Jian.

Yang Jian raised his head slightly back, then suddenly hit him forward, and his forehead hit Tang Luo's fist.

There was no sound, but everyone felt a sledgehammer hit the heart.

Liu Chenxiang spit out a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale.

Qing Emperor Yang Xian also let out a whine, and the pain was even heavier than before.

The two were injured at one touch and separated at one touch.

The jade crown on Yang Jian's head was shattered, his hair was spread out, and a strand of blood remained from his forehead, avoiding the golden vertical marks.

On Tang Luo's left arm, the three-pointed two-edged sword had been pulled out by Yang Jian, and blood flowed down the wound to his fingertips.

But it never drips on the ground, but slowly disappears.

The wounds on the arm are also healing rapidly.

Yang Jian turned the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, and a slightly dull sound of breaking through the air sounded. A black crack appeared on the ground that was cut through the blade.

At the same time, Tang Luo's side was instantly covered by countless cold lights.

"We won't do such meaningless tricks between us." The voice came from the cold light.

The phantom of the white bone sword broke out, shattering all the cold light.

Tang Luo held the sword of the Zhuangfeng Bone in his hand, but the ferocious bone spurs on it were less than half, and they were covered with cracks, which were close to the edge of damage.

In this level of battle, the strength of the Zhifenggu Sword is obviously not enough.

But Tang Luo didn't care, and the glaze flame burst out from his hand, sweeping over the sword of the Dianfeng, turning it into a burning sword.

"boom!"

With a loud roar, Tang Luo and Yang Jian had disappeared from everyone's sight.

When everyone looked into the distance, they could only see a huge gully forming, extending continuously into the distance.

What caused these was just a little aftermath of the two's battle.

The sword of the Dianfeng Guard continued to attack Yang Jian in front of him.

There are no exquisite sword techniques such as thorns, picking, and circling, but only chopping or smashing.

The sword of the Dianfeng Bone seemed to have turned into millions of handles, "booming" at Yang Jian in front of him.

In contrast, Yang Jian's "gun technique" is extremely exquisite.

Stop, take, prick, point, collapse, pick, pluck, wrap, dance, and shoot, and shoot, like a hidden dragon coming out of the water, and retract the gun and return to the cave.

However, it was just under Tang Luo's fierce attack that he tried his best to ensure his strength!

Suddenly, the sword shadows in the sky disappeared, condensed into a plain and unpretentious sword, stabbing Yang Jian for the first time.

A three-pointed two-edged knife blocked in front of him.

The tip of the sword was on the surface of the divine edge, and the next breath, the sword of the Dianfeng-Bone burning with the glass flames was shattered one after another.

The limit has been reached.

Tang Luo used the Glazed Nirvana Great Hand Seal, and his palm was already tightly attached to the three-pointed two-edged sword, and he hit Yang Jian's chest with the blade!

Yang Jian, who was as motionless as a mountain and could not leak water, failed to keep it this time.

The silver armor shattered, and he stepped back and took eight steps in a row.

Leave a footprint on the ground every step.
Chapter completed!