"Play..."

The blood on Ye Yang's shoulders splattered among the rugged rocks of the rockery. Although he was seriously injured, he had already passed by like a whirlwind. He instantly left Tingfeng Pavilion, entered the edge of the jungle with a flaming luster. At the same time, he held the Green Soul Sword and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and continued to run forward.

Xiang Yu roared angrily, carrying the Dragon Sphere. Although the armor was covered with various scars, under the siege of the three masters of Ye Yang, Yun Xiaoxi and Mingyue, Xiang Yu did not take much advantage. His physical injuries were very serious, but he was supported by an unparalleled battle soul, as if he was born for the battle.

"Ye Yang, you killed my five thousand overlords, forcing Yafu to vomit blood and seriously injured, and then took my Yanmen County, Haoyuetai. Today I want to calculate the accounts with you."

With a loud shout, the sword light burst out and shattered a whole jungle. Among the debris of the starry sky, Ye Yang seemed like a broken leaf, floating away in the distance. His body technique was very mysterious, which was the secret of the Taixu Art. Qin Fang was the guardian of the Taixu Sect. Although he only taught Ye Yang a set of Qiankun Shields, Ye Yang had excellent qualifications and actually understood part of the secret of the Taixu Art from the Qiankun Shield's martial arts skills. This was definitely something Qin Fang had never imagined. If he knew about it in the spring, he would definitely be very pleased.

The Taixu Sect was founded by Fuxi in the ancient times. After tens of millions of years, the disciples have been in constant disputes, and finally split into two major sects: one is the Qingyou Gate with the everlasting qi and the other is the extremely evil Shura Hall. Over the past thousands of years, the two major sects have experienced several bloody battles, but they have never been able to decide the outcome. Moreover, in the battles between gods and demons, the Taixu Sect gradually disappeared. The Qiankun Shield that Ye Yang learned is already a masterpiece, and the Taixu Sect he had learned is naturally also a masterpiece.

Xiang Yu's sword light flew in the air, but he could not capture Ye Yang who was exerting all his strength.

"Play..."

Stepping on the fallen leaves in the void, the whole person jumped up. Ye Yang was completely in a state of clear mind at this moment. The spiritual sense extended out. Xiang Yu's breath was controlled and the true qi was fully understood by Ye Yang. Therefore, the angle and power of each attack of Xiang Yu would be learned by Ye Yang.

The pain in his chest did not disappear at all, but Ye Yang seemed very excited. This feeling of clear mind must be a certain realm in the Taixu Art. He never thought that after he was seriously injured, he accidentally entered such a realm. At least, although he could not fight Xiang Yu now, he had enough protection for himself. After all, knowing himself and his enemy, he would never be defeated in a hundred battles. Although Ye Yang was not as powerful as Xiang Yu, he had insight into all his behaviors and was under control.

With a glance, in the distance, forces that had been suppressed to an extremely low point appeared. Ye Yang couldn't help but slightly raised his lips. Well, Zhao Yun and Zhang Fei led a thousand dragon warriors here ambushed here. The dragon trapping formation has already been opened. The only thing you need to do now is to introduce Xiang Yu into the formation and kill him.

...

"brush."

He suddenly turned around, Ye Yang was not escaping, and Jian Feng raised his sword and shouted: "Xiang Yu, you kill 200,000 Qin troops, fierce and cruel, no less than Qin Emperor Ying Zheng. Today, I, Ye Yang, will do the way for heaven, kill you, the future tyrant, and give you a peaceful world in the world."

Xiang Yu was furious, danced the dragon halberd, shouting: "Diet to the point of death, you still dare to be so arrogant. Ye Yang, don't say that I, Xiang Yu, are ruthless. All of this is something you have asked for."

As he said that, Xiang Yu suddenly attacked, the dragon halberd suddenly burst out, piercing with lightning speed, while Ye Yang raised the Green Soul Sword and used the earth magic weapon to shake the opponent's magic weapon.

"Calm."

Mars splattered everywhere, and Ye Yang's throat was sweet and bloody. His whole body was carrying flames, flying backwards like a cannonball. The starry sky armor gradually disintegrated, breaking countless trees and sank into the depths of the jungle.

Xiang Yu held the dragon halberd with his eyes showing a fierce light. Today he had to kill Ye Yang.

"brush."

With one foot on the void, Xiang Yu broke through the air and walked away. He didn't walk far away. He found that Ye Yang was already standing proudly above the jungle with his sword, with a calm face.

"Yeah." Xiang Yu glanced at the sword eyebrows and realized something was wrong. He saw murderous intents everywhere in the surrounding jungle. With a quiet sense, he found at least thousands of earth, and the starry sky strong men were hiding in the dense forest. Obviously, he had already fallen into Ye Yang's trap.

"Ye Yang, you actually set up an ambush for me here." Xiang Yu held the Panlong Sphur and laughed wildly: "Come on, I, Xiang Yu, do things one by one. No matter how many you have, I, Xiang Yu, will kill as much as you come today."

...

Ye Yang smiled faintly and did not answer. The next moment, Zhang Fei and Zhao Yun appeared, and more dragon warriors appeared together. Each of them held a sword blade, and the true energy of the qi was floating under their feet. The battle technique and formation were well-organized. Zhao Yun held up the dragon gall spear and shouted: "The dragon trapping formation, let this Xiang Yu taste the taste."

As he said that, Zhao Yun suddenly inserted the dragon gall spear down and stabbed it into the ground. The other dragon warriors stabbed the sword blades into the ground one after another. Countless true energy penetrated into the earth. The next moment, dazzling blue magic array images appeared around. The dragon roared, the earth shook wildly, ghosts cried and gods howled, and countless dark green dragon forces broke out of the ground and attacked Xiang Yu one after another.

"What."

Xiang Yu was shocked: "This... this is the secret technique of the Hidden Dragon Palace."

Ye Yang chuckled: "It is precisely for you, a thousand soldiers from the Hidden Dragon Palace set up a dragon trap formation. Xiang Yu, even if you are the true emperor, you will not be able to escape from this Dragon trap formation."

"I don't believe it."

Xiang Yu shouted loudly, dancing the dragon halberd, shattering a dragon power, shaking an iron fist, and a blow filled with the true energy of Canghai Jue smashed another dragon power again.

However, the power in the Dragon Trap Formation was continuous, and thousands of dragon forces rushed towards Xiang Yu. The vast power shook all directions. Even Ye Yang was secretly shocked. If the Dragon Trap Formation was used against him, Ye Yang asked himself that he would never be able to escape from heaven.

“Ahhhh…”

Xiang Yu howled, his arms were tightly bound by dozens of dragon forces. He was bound by the dragon force like his wrist, and he was bound by the dragon force. He struggled in the air with his true energy, but he could not shake the dragon force. Soon, millions of dragon forces gathered together and condensed into a green dragon energy body, which was the guardian dragon in the dragon abyss of the Hidden Dragon Palace.

The guardian dragon opened its mouth and bit Xiang Yu in the waist. Xu Ran shook it, and the divine power was majestic. The huge and powerful dragon tail hit Xiang Yu's abdomen, shaking Xiang Yu's mouth and spitting blood. Even if he understood the superior power of the Canghai Art, he could not break free from the clamp of the guardian dragon.

...

"Brush..."

Three shadows swept across, and it was Yun Xiaoxi, Mingyue and Zhang Tianhe who arrived. Zhang Tianhe looked at Ye Yang and said in a deep voice: "Ziyu, how are you injured?"

Ye Yang looked down at the wound that was slowly recovering, and smiled slightly and said, "It's much lighter than Xiang Yu."

After being severely injured by the top master, even a master above the third level of the Starry Sky will recover very slowly. If he is injured by a master at the seventh level of the Starry Sky, it will probably take at least half a month to recover from his injury.

Zhao Yun raised his dragon gall spear and shouted in a low voice: "Xiang Yu, you are not the true emperor, please accept your fate. The world of tyrannical Qin collapses, but it is definitely not your turn to become the king."

Xiang Yu was in the mouth of the guardian dragon, but his eyes were full of fierce light, holding the dragon halberd, shouting loudly: "I, Xiang Yu, have been fighting for life, only believe in the weapons in my hands, never believe in fate, my fate is my own, not the sky."

As she said that, Xiang Yu seemed to have gained divine power, and used his left arm to open the dragon's mouth. His arm was bitten by the dragon's teeth and was covered with blood, but he still struggled hard. He suddenly swept away with a dragon halberd. With a "boom", the energy head of the guardian dragon had already been penetrated by a big hole.

"boom."

The energy was broken, Xiang Yu stood in the sky with scars, shouting loudly, the Canghai Art triggered the power of heaven and earth, covered with dark clouds, and countless thunder and lightning fell, slashing the trapped dragon formation black, and many dragon warriors were even severely injured and fell to the ground, screaming in terror.

"It's outrageous."

Seeing the Dragon Sleeping Formation being broken, Zhao Yun and Zhang Fei rushed to the sky one after another, with the dragon gall spear and the serpent of the serpent, and pierced several blood holes in Xiang Yu's abdomen, which shocked everyone. Xiang Yu actually didn't even dodge and just took the attack.

The next moment, Xiang Yu gave the answer, Panlong halberd flew into the sky, he suddenly raised his fists, and the iron fists filled with thunder were bombarded with each other on Zhao Yun and Zhang Fei's chest,

"Bang bang."

Two muffled sounds, the two generals were severely injured and fell into the ruins of the forest.

...

Xiang Yu's iron helmet flew away, his long hair was facing the wind, and he shouted in a low voice: "Who else?"

Ye Yang remained silent, his eyes covered with a golden color, and he suddenly covered the earth with one hand. The ground in front of him was shocked and trembled, and he shouted: "Zhenlongteng, Xiang Yu, go to die."

"Honghonghong."

Countless dragon energy broke through the ground and raged in the air, piercing Xiang Yu's body and causing unimaginable damage to him. Originally, Ye Yang had hidden some of his strength. Now he used the Hidden Dragon Art, and when Xiang Yu was seriously injured, in an instant, Xiang Yu completely lost his combat power. The entire broken string fell into the wilderness like a kite, covered in blood, but the dragon halberd was still tightly held in his hand.

"Bang."

Xiang Yu fell into the grass without any movement, while Ye Yang looked gloomy. He could clearly feel that Xiang Yu's life breath was constantly passing, and the damage caused to him by Zhenlongteng was too serious. Even if he was treated, his cultivation would probably be greatly reduced. What's more, Yun Xiaoxi, Mingyue and Zhang Tianhe were all here, how could he allow the seriously injured Xiang Yu to leave?

...

"Hmph, this guy will be today."

Zhang Tianhe walked forward, raised Xiang Yu's breastplate collar with one hand, lifted it up, and suddenly punched Xiang Yu's chest hard. Suddenly, the mouth of Xiang Yu was bleeding, and his eyes could hardly be opened. He said angrily: "If you want to kill, kill me, Xiang Yu, would rather die than be humiliated."

Zhang Tianhe spat, threw Xiang Yu to the ground, took out the steel warhammer from his hand, and smashed it on Xiang Yu's forehead: "Then go and die."

...

Just when everyone thought Xiang Yu was about to die, suddenly, a melodious sound of flute echoed in the valley. The sound of flute was like magic, making people immersed in it and couldn't extricate themselves, just like the cry of heaven and earth, or the lament of a girl, and more like the reproduction of living beings.

"Um."

Zhang Tianhe's movements in his hand were suffocated and he murmured at the distance: "This... what kind of tune is this? Why can't my hand move?"

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