The legs swept away the bones of the great immortal, and vomited blood and flew backwards!

As soon as Yang Jian became a saint, he showed his domineering attitude, shocking all saints, including the way of death.

Yuxiao Sword Master, the ancestor of the Qinglong, the Empress Yunmei, and Fuxi were stunned and could not come back for a long time.

Yang Jian was surrounded by white holy aura, with his hair disheveled, and his head was slightly lowered, making it impossible to see his face clearly, but he could see his burly body rising and falling with his breath, and his whole body was like a wild beast, exuding a dangerous aura that made people palpitations.

Yang Jian raised his head suddenly, his eyes covered with bloodshots. The Supreme Dharma Eye was like black crystal, crystal clear, but it was inexplicably terrifying.

As soon as he became a saint, the power of the heavenly power on Yang Jian has not completely disappeared.

He stared at the Yuxiao Sword Lord, the Ancestor of the Qinglong, and said in a cold voice: "How do you want to die?"

After becoming a saint, he regained his arrogant and arrogant attitude again!

boom--

The elders and disciples of the Holy Sect who were watching the battle in the distance were all in disbelief.

"That's the Great Immortal of Tingde!"

"Is he sanctified?"

"Sanctification? Saintification in battle?"

"Hiss-What is this person's origin? So powerful!"

"It's not good now, our holy gate is in danger!"

Panic began to spread among the disciples of the Holy Sect, and even the elite disciples and elders could not keep calm.

On the other hand, the momentum of the Great Qin Heavenly Court increased sharply.

Zhao Gongming held twenty-four Dinghaizhus in his hand and sighed: "I didn't expect to be surpassed by this junior!"

As he spoke, the Dinghaizhu burst out with a mysterious light, illuminating the surrounding elite disciples of the Holy Sect. He immediately turned into a ghost and killed him.

Di Jiang, Qiang Liang, and Zhu Rong all looked at Yang Jian with complicated expressions. Yang Jian was practicing physically and sages with his strength, reaching the realm they had always dreamed of, and their mood was naturally complicated.

Yunxiao, Luo Shixin, Yang Zaixing, Shennong, Zhen Yuanzi and other gods were also inspired and began to fight.

"Click out Yang Jian's attribute list to take a look!"

Qin Jun ordered in his heart, feeling extremely excited.

Now, his subordinates, not counting Ji Bubai and Heidao, have two saints!

Very cool!

"Yang Jian, from myths and legends."

"Identity: Erlang Shen, the true Lord of Qingyuan Miaodao, Zhaohui Xiansheng Shengrenyou King, Erlang Xiansheng Shengzhenjun!"

"Cultivation: Early stage of the Saint Realm!"

"Technique: Eight and Nine Profound Arts! Golden Elixir Great Way!"

"Native supernatural powers: Supreme Dharma Eye!"

"Super Powers: Seventy-two changes of Earth Evil! Landslides and cracks! It refers to the ground as steel! The earth is full of golden light! Break the evil heavenly eyes!"

"Magic weapon: Three sharp swords of the God of War! Demon-slashing sword! Mountain axe! Demon-bound rope!"

"Special attribute: Wrath of the God of War (once you are angry during the battle, your combat power will be increased even if you are angry)!"

“Loyalty: 100 (100+ value!”

Early stage of the Saint Realm!

Just like Fuxi!

It's just that there are more special attributes, the Wrath of the God of War!

With anger, the combat strength gradually becomes stronger?

Qin Jun's eyes lit up, and this special attribute was a bit domineering.

At the same time, the Yuxiao Sword Master drew his sword and slashed towards Yang Jian. The sword of the blood was a chaotic spiritual treasure. With a wave of the sword blade, the supreme pressure attacked Yang Jian, like a storm of destruction. Unfortunately, Yang Jian's body was like a peak and did not tremble at all.

"Just rely on you!"

Yang Jian smiled ferociously, and the Supreme Dharma Eye suddenly shot out a black light, scattering the sword energy of the Yuxiao Sword Lord. The black light column reached a diameter of a thousand feet, and with the momentum of destruction, he rushed towards the Yuxiao Sword Lord.

The Yuxiao Sword Lord did not dare to be strong, so he quickly dodged, and the black light column shot into the endless darkness and disappeared.

"The Supreme Dharma Eye... is really the Supreme Dharma Eye! What is your relationship with the Baili Family?"

Yuxiao Sword Lord gritted his teeth and asked, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

When he encountered Ji Bubai, he took turns to beat him. He was seriously injured. Facing Yang Jian with great momentum, he was naturally afraid of him.

Baili Family?

The ancestor of Qinglong took a breath and looked at Yang Jian with fear.

Yang Jian snorted coldly, ignored it at all, and stepped towards the void of the Yuxiao Sword Master.

Every step forward, his aura was raised, making Yuxiao Sword Master look ugly.

"Singing—"

At this moment, a terrifying blue dragon came, and his bloody mouth was enough to swallow a giant mountain. Yang Jian turned around and punched him.

The unparalleled fist wind pushed away, and the green dragon was scattered, and the blue smoke surged for billions of miles, forming a magnificent sea of ​​blue smoke.

The forehead of the Qinglong ancestor in the distance was covered with cold sweat as big as beans. He felt a huge uproar in his heart. He had such domineering power as soon as he became a saint. If Yang Jian continued to grow up, what kind of height would he reach in the future?

He could not imagine, but he understood that such enemies must be eliminated as soon as possible.

"I want to tear you apart!"

The roar of the immortal Tingde came from the depths of the darkness, and he saw him lifting his feather fan high and trying to cut off Yang Jian's head.

Yang Jian's eyes froze, and his face was covered with blood scabs, making his face look extremely ferocious.

Bang--

Yang Jian punched his fist at a speed that surpassed the immortal Tingde, and pierced the abdomen of the immortal Tingde, with blood splashing, and also carrying pieces of broken bones.

Tengde Daxian widened his eyes, opened his mouth unconsciously, and vomited blood, his eyes full of blood.

The supreme magic eye between Yang Jian's eyebrows suddenly shot out a black beam of light, directly bombarding the head of the immortal Tingde!

Liquids of various colors splashed away in all directions.

A generation of saints were murdered!

Yuxiao Sword Master and Qinglong Ancestor were also startled. The two saints trembled all over and hurriedly supported the immortal Singde.

At this moment, Yang Jian's left hand suddenly grabbed the right arm of the immortal Tingde, and tore it hard, and the white bones appeared, and the scene was extremely bloody!

"I want you to regret appearing in the world!"

Yang Jian said in a cold voice, and he pinched the right arm of the immortal Tingde to smash it. Although Qin Jun's previous words stimulated him to become a saint, they reminded him of his previous painful memories.

His heart was already full of anger and almost broke out.

He wants to kill the enemy!

Tear the enemy to vent your anger!

"You dare!"

Seeing that the body of the immortal Tingde was already miserably broken, hanging on Yang Jian's right arm, Yuxiao Sword Lord's eyes instantly turned red.

In the Holy Sect, he had the best relationship with the immortal Tingde. Although he often bickered, he secretly supported each other.

"roll--"

When Yang Jian saw the Yuxiao Sword Lord coming, he rushed away with his right fist with the broken body of the immortal Tingde.

The surging fist wind completely crushed the body of the immortal Tingde, and his holy bones turned into powder. The fist wind rushed towards Yuxiao Sword Master with unstoppable momentum.

The Yuxiao Sword Lord was also in a rage. The bloody sword slashed in anger and even slashed Yang Jian's fist wind.

At the same time, the soul of the immortal Tingde also escaped from Yang Jian's rolling fist wind. His face was full of fear and anger. His body was destroyed. How many years would it take for him to cultivate it?

Yang Jian turned his head suddenly, and the supreme magic eye between his eyebrows shot out a black light column again, faster than before. The immortal Tingde was less than 10,000 meters away from him, and was instantly submerged by the black light column.

The expression of the Yuxiao Sword Lord instantly solidified.
Chapter completed!