Ying Zheng flew in the air, staring at Ye Yang with a mighty aura, and the soul-devouring magic sword was waving. The majestic offensive swept over, and the sword energy suddenly cut across the earth. Ye Yang was like a bird in a storm, and was in pain and dangerous situations arose.

"Puff..."

The sword was sharp and no matter how fast Ye Yang dodged, he could not avoid all attacks. The fierce sword energy raged around the armor. Although he could not cut the Fire God Armor, he also cut out scars on Ye Yang's arms and legs. Under his clothes, he could see the indigo blue dragon scales' skin being cut into blood and blood, and even the dragon scales were peeled off. There was no doubt that Ye Yang was already extremely injured so far in this battle.

Xiang Yu, Yun Xiaoxi, Ying Bu and others attacked again, but Ying Zheng slashed back easily and shouted: "Get out of here."

"boom."

The huge sword light came overwhelmed the earth. Xiang Yu, who was the first to be hit, blew blood and flew back quickly. Yun Xiaoxi's light armor was shattered like a shattered sword, revealing the snow-colored skin under the armor. A scar on his arm was surging, and his qi and blood were surging. At this time, Yun Xiaoxi was concerned about Ye Yang's comfort, but he could no longer fight for a short time. The whole person's broken string and kite fell into the green jungle.

...

"Play..."

Blood splashed in the grass, Ye Yang flew quickly against the ground, his whole body was like a jungle cheetah, which was astonishingly fast. Just two miles ahead, Zhao Yun commanded a hundred dragon warriors, who had been waiting for an opportunity to go, waiting for Ye Yang to give an order, and Ye Yang was still carrying a god of killing, Qin Emperor Ying Zheng,

In the air, Ying Zheng's angry voice came: "Boy, wherever you can escape, all the world is my land and people. Today, I want you to die without a place to bury."

Ye Yang looked back and snorted coldly: "I still think about the world's hegemony, and I'm still making your dream of spring and autumn until the end of my life."

While speaking, a man and a horse rushed forward. It was Zhao Yun holding a dragon gall gun. Ye Yang was immediately overjoyed and shouted: "Prepare, Dragon Site."

"Yes, young master."

A hundred dragon warriors flashed rapidly in the jungle, and everyone raised an iron bow from behind, surrounded by Zhao Yun as the core, and arranged in an orderly manner, like an extremely profound ancient magic array. Even Ye Yang could not see the clues. In fact, Ye Yang did not know anything about the formation.

"Harding the dragon, defending."

Zhao Yun shouted loudly, and a group of dragon warriors shot sharp arrows one after another. An arrow filled with true energy was swimming in the air like spiritually. Soon, a green dragon made up of arrow energy condensed, making a sound of roaring to tear the sky, and then entrenched above everyone.

Ye Yang, carrying the True Fire Sword, fell into the magic circle in a mess, gritted his teeth and leaned against an ancient tree, regulating his breathing rapidly,

In the air, Ying Zheng shouted angrily: "There are actually thieves, so let me die together."

The soul-devouring demon sword raised, and an extremely fierce sword came,

"Bang."

The earth was shaken and shook, and the dragon trap array shone brightly, and it magically absorbed Ying Zheng's extremely powerful blow. Then, Zhao Yun waved the dragon gall spear and shouted: "The dragon trap, attack."

Suddenly, the green dragon flew up, opened its huge mouth and swallowed Ying Zheng.

“Ahhh…”

Screams continued, Ying Zheng's majestic body struggled to the death in the dragon's mouth, and his breath was turbulent. Ying Zheng's powerful force and the mysterious energy of the dragon trapping array impacted and balanced each other, causing the surrounding elements to surge rapidly. For a moment, the world changed color, lightning and thunder, and even the earth could not stop trembling.

The strong wind swept across the dunes and jungle, and dark clouds rolled in, as if even the Nine Heavens were moved by this battle.

The energy impact did not dissipate for a long time. Ye Yang stood in the trapped dragon formation with his eyes closed. After a simple breathing adjustment, he suppressed the surging bloodline. The powerful recovery power of the descendant of the Hidden Dragon Palace showed an effect. He actually recovered about one or two percent of his skills in a few minutes. However, his injuries did not improve, his ribs were broken, and the bone-breathing pain when he waved the True Fire Sword was so painful.

Suddenly, Ye Yang opened his eyes. It was not good. Ying Zheng's desperate struggle was getting stronger and stronger, and the trapped dragon formation was almost unable to stop it.

Sure enough, a group of dragon armored men had a solemn face. Suddenly, more than half of the population bleeded blood and fell to the ground. After fighting against the fourth-level starry sky, they were seriously injured. After everyone was injured, the trapped dragon formation disappeared and could not condense again.

"thump."

Zhao Yun knelt on one knee, spitting blood on his mouth, his face pale, and he whispered: "Young Master, go quickly, let's hold this devil, your life is very important."

Ye Yang shook his head resolutely, flew forward with the real fire sword, and swung out a sword energy from afar, shouting: "Old dog Ying Zheng, come with me if you have the guts."

After turning back, Ye Yang must take Ying Zheng away, otherwise these hundred dragon warriors might be destroyed, which is a loss that Ye Yang could not bear.

Ying Zheng shouted violently, and his anger hit his reason, and he indeed chased after him. However, after the Dragon Strike Formation was raging, Ying Zheng's strength was greatly reduced, and his body was covered in blood. It was already at its dying moment. Obviously, he was like a dying lion. The power of this last strike was enough to kill anyone's life.

The strong wind came from behind, and Ye Yang didn't have to look back and knew that Ying Zheng's undead soul was coming again.

Turning around suddenly, the True Fire Sword slashed out with the fire in his life.

"Calm."

Ying Zheng was shaken to the point where he was trembling, Ye Yang was much more dismal, he raised his head and whispered blood, and he flew out like a cannonball. He was inconsistent with Ying Zheng's strength, and he was too disadvantageous under the strife. Moreover, even if Ying Zheng was seriously injured at this moment, he was still firmly above Ye Yang.

"Pu Crack..."

He broke countless trees in succession, and Ye Yang fell under the rocks, and the blood continued from above the rocks to below. Ye Yang fell terriblely.

“Woo…”

He snorted secretly, Ye Yang looked at his internal injuries and couldn't help but smiled miserably: "Is this over?"

...

In the distance, Ying Zheng shot lightning from the soul-devouring magic sword suddenly attacked Ye Yang's chest like a black lightning. Obviously, Ying Zheng had already planned to kill Ye Yang with one blow.

At this moment, the energy in the Qiankun bag was stimulating. Finally, Qin Fang took action. A powerful light arm penetrated the Qiankun bag and suddenly hit the vast energy. He shook the soul-devouring magic sword head-on, and even passed the magic sword and printed a heavy palm on Qin Shihuang's chest.

But just one palm, Qin Fang disappeared again. His soul power was too weak, so he could only help Ye Yang with one palm.

...

Ying Zheng stood up slowly, his face full of embarrassment, and he held up his magic knife again, looked at Ye Yang with the power of dominating the world, and shouted in a low voice: "You shall die."

But at this moment, the short pine tree on one side suddenly shook, like a dragon, suddenly wrapped around Ying Zheng's arm, making it unable to move.

Above the mountain rock, a girl in a blue skirt fell down, holding a staff, looking at Ying Zheng lightly, and said, "You must be not a good person if you look fierce..."

Ying Zheng was shocked: "Who are you?"
Chapter completed!