The Yang family arrived at the moment, this was what Wang Xiao didn't expect.

"Yang Qing, you only stepped into the next realm just one step away. With more than a hundred years, do you think about this son to break the future?" Wang Xiao looked up at Yang Qing, so he said.

"Joke, today, as long as I am there, even if I am fighting for the old life, we must protect his son Zhou Quan!" Yang Qing's eyes looked at Yang Wenjing, who had severely injured the broken arm, and lamented and blame himself in his heart.

"Wang Xiao, the two of you and me have never committed well water, I advise you to accept soldiers!" Yang Qing spoke, the veteran waved a pair of ancient rolls from the cuffs.

"There is no ancient scroll!" Wang Xiao's face sank at the time, and he was very afraid of this ancient volume.

This ancient roll is the secret treasure of the Yang family. According to legend, it was left by a saint two thousand years ago. The 2,000 years have passed. The breath of the sage still remains on the ancient volume.

The ancient scroll without painting was not opened, but it floated over the entire king's house, and the breath of saints kept released from it.

I didn't draw anything on the ancient roll, just a blank yellow paper, no painting ancient pictures, revealing weird.

Some people say that this is the card of the Yang family. As soon as the ancient volume opened, the sky was crashing!

Not far away, the corner of the Lin family's ancestor Lin Xiu's mouth, who watched the war, showed a sneer. I really wanted to see the Wang family and the Yang family. At that time, the Lin family may be the largest family of Luoshui City.

"Yang Qing, I didn't expect you to take out the ancient rolls for such a junior!" Wang Xiao said lightly and calmly looked at Yang Qing.

Yang Qing did not respond to Wang Xiao, and his attitude was tough. He said: "Let people!"

"Do you think my Wang family was scared?" Wang Xiao sneered, shattered the spirit sword in his hand, and finally resulsed, became a key, directly printed on the Wang family ancestor monument.

"Tian Lei Fa bursts!" Wang Xiao shouted, turbulent, a stream of aura gathered in the ancestral monument.

In the eyes of everyone, the tall stone monument has a purple light rising from the sky.

Some people watching people are scared back, fearing to die here, they are not monks, it is difficult to understand the scene of this level.

Yang Qing also frowned. He wanted to force him to retreat from Wang Xiao. He didn't think about it. Wang Xiao did not give up, and also sacrificed the cards.

Yang Qing looked at Lei Yun in the sky and said, "How many years, I haven't seen this scene!"

"Yang Qing, you can't save this boy today, I will kill it!" Wang Xiao smiled and put on a gesture to signal that the Wang family would look at Yang Wenjing.

The Wang family danced to meet each other, surrounded Yang Wen, and set up a formation to trap Yang Wenjing.

Although Yang Wenjing was seriously injured, everyone in the Wang family still dared to step forward. Yang Wenjing's previous strength was too reversed. It would be difficult for them to guarantee that if they went forward to suppress Yang Wenjing, would they still live.

No one wants to go in the first place.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xiao suddenly didn't hit a place and scolded: "A group of waste, so many people dare not lower even a seriously injured junior."

Yang Wenjing stood still, and the bone sword supported the residual body. Although he was seriously injured, he still maintained a weak combat power.

Yang Qingliang hummed and ridiculed: "Huh, a group of rats!"

When I heard this, some monks who watched the war all laughed and felt that the Wang family was just like this, but just liked to bully soft and scared!

"How do you have this!" Wang Xiao's frowned eyebrows, cited with Cang's hand, and split lightning to Yang Qing.

Tianyu bombarded, and the thunder was tens of millions, like a shiny little snake swimming in the dark clouds.

At this time, under the traction of Wang Xiao, the restlessness became.

"Ancient rolls!" Yang Qing was not afraid to open the ancient roll in front of the body to block the attack of lightning.

There is no ancient scroll, and the golden light is large, like a sage appeared, true and false, nothingness, like a round of burning sun, generally shining the world, forming a layer of golden light curtain, blessing Yang Qing and everyone behind him.

The two confrontation, fighting with each other, and practicing each other, regardless of strength for a while.

Seeing that Wang Xiao and Yang Qing couldn't get a winning or losing, Liu Manxuan couldn't wait. At this time, he said, "Wang Xiao, do you want me to shoot?"

Yang Qing stunned, looking at the bottom, I saw an extraordinary girl watching himself.

Yang Qing was puzzled and puzzled, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Of course, Wang Xiao's old friend!" Liu Man Xuan smiled, Liu Mei was bright, looking at Yang Qing.

"Brother Wang, when did you make such a little girl to be a friend!" Yang Qing asked with a smile, trying to set some words from it.

"Waiting for you to go to hell, know naturally!"

Wang Xiao was also old -fashioned. His hands were one after the other, and he condensed the French seal and launched a more fierce offensive.

The power of the Thunder is booming, the purple thunder and the red thunder are intertwined, and the violent split to the crowd of Yang Qing.

The house below could not stand this lightning strike, which collapsed one after another and became ruins.

The light curtain shake is so powerful that there are already cracks, and it will be unable to support it.

"Before he shot, help the old man's power!" Wang Xiaochao shouted below Liu Manxuan, so the cast, at this time, was a little bit collapsed, and he couldn't support it.

Liu Manxuan's eyelashes are slightly tilted, very charming, and smiles with a smile: "Okay, just wait for you!"

Liu Manxuan took the shot, but it was not high, but it was not high, but her appearance was not easy. Yang Qing dare not despise it.

The people of the Yang family did not dare to act lightly, and their nerves were tightened. At this time, standing behind Yang Qing, waiting for a result, ready to take a shot at any time.

Liu Manxuan shot, and the slim jade hand held forward.

The jade flute is a spiritual instrument. Liu Man Xuan is white and fingers, and it blows leisurely. The flute sounds rises gentle and softly.

Some people who watched the war in the distance were not strong, and they were invaded into the mind by the flute, and they became puppets. Many monks were not controlled at all.

Seeing this, Liu Manxuan just smiled and continued to play the flute. This section of flute sound was exciting. Some monks launched an attack towards the crowd of Yang Qing.

The scene was chaotic, but the flute sound was sometimes gentle and strong.

"Fun them, don't kill innocence!" Yang Qing ordered, his eyes flickered, realizing that the woman was not easy.

"Yang Qing, today I will kill your Yang family in front of you, see what you can do!" Wang Xiao laughed.

Wang Xiao was supplemented by the aura. He didn't feel collapse, but felt that he had an endless aura.

Yang Qing's face was pale, and after some confrontation, his body was about to dry up. If he would go on like this, let alone save people, I'm afraid he would be killed.

The sudden appearance of Liu Manxuan, this is a variable, Yang Qing can't think of it.

"Old ancestor, please appear!" Yang Qing's eyes bleed, and he was injecting his blood into the ancient scroll.

Under the nourishment of Yang Qing's blood, no painting has gradually become active. A world seems to be born. In ancient roll paintings, a humanoid contour is manifested.

After seeing the situation, Liu Manxuan suddenly shouted: "Wang Xiao, interrupt his cast!"

Liu Manxuan had previously felt the atmosphere of the seal in this ancient scroll. If Yang Qing became, there would be no chance.

Yang Wenjing looked at the elder Yang Qing to save himself to kill him. He could not help but shock. At this time, he wanted to fight for the Fa.
Chapter completed!