I can enter the past lives of all beings

Chapter 37
"When~~"

A loud bang.

The light of the knife shot out, and a strong wind blew the campfire everywhere, igniting the dry hut.

"Dragon elephant golden body?"

Holding knives in both hands, the giant man blocked the door like a door god, watching Yang Gang use his strength to turn around in the air, and pulled Zhao Ling back into the depths of the hut.

"It turned out to be just a small body-refinement realm...it was you, who took her to hide from me for two and a half years!" The strong man stepped forward suddenly, roaring angrily.

"I haven't been able to find us for two and a half years. Are you an idiot or an idiot? But... you have perseverance."

Holding a long knife in his hand, Yang Gang guarded Zhao Ling behind him, mocking with disdain.

At the same time, a trace of doubt flashed in my heart, what is the key to the Northern Cold Stealing Monument?Actually let the giant gods squat in Beize for two and a half years!

Flames ignited everywhere in the house, and Yang Gang could clearly see the face of the person who came. The three-meter-tall giant man was holding a wide steel knife. Chinese.

The other party was dressed as an Orion at this time, with a beard all over his face. It seemed that the past two years were not much better than the two of them.

No wonder he was full of resentment!

"Hmph, courting death!"

The giant man swung his broad knife, and slapped Yang Gang like a door leaf, "Remember, the one who killed you - Song Jian of the Giant God City!"

The broad knife has not arrived.

Wisps of sharp Gang Qi rushed towards his face first.

"Be careful." Zhao Ling exclaimed.

Yang Gang grabbed her by the waist and threw a throw at the house wall behind him. Zhao Ling broke through the wall and rolled to the ground, but Yang Gang himself went up to Song Jian with a knife.

'Dangdangdang~~'

The two sides fought together in an instant.

The light of the fire and the knife splashed fiercely, the cold murderous intent intertwined with the flames, and wisps of sharp Gang Qi spilled from the broad knife like splashing water, drawing bloodstains on Yang Gang's body like small knives.

The aura of a strong person in the real astral realm is irresistible!
Yang Gangru was walking on the tip of the knife, but found that he avoided the Gang Qi, and he was only slightly disadvantaged.The opponent's strength, compared to myself with the golden body of the Great Sun Demon God Dragon Elephant...doesn't seem to have an overwhelming advantage as imagined!

This is really unexpected.

at the same time.

Song Jian, who opened and closed his saber and swayed his aura, also looked down.

This strength, this speed... the boy on the opposite side has cultivated an extraordinary dragon-elephant golden body!

"Burning the sky!"

The long knife in Yang Gang's hand suddenly burst out in the shape of a red light knife, and slashed hard at Song Jian's body.

Just hearing the sound of 'ding', the light of the knife seemed to hit the gold and iron, and invisible and qualitative ripples swayed on the body of the giant god man.

Yang Gang's complexion changed, and he quickly backed away.

A large knife with the width of the door panel fell to his original position in an instant, and sank three feet deep into the ground.

"True Astral Realm, Protecting the Outer Assassin?"

Yang Gang looked up at the giant man who was walking with heavy steps.

"The power of the three dragons and the three elephants, the perfect golden body... What you are practicing is the top-level exercise in the body refining realm."

Song Jian came over with a broad knife in his hand, his expression was a little more dignified than before, his aura suddenly rose steadily, but he finally became serious.

'Boom dong dong'

The violent heartbeat was clearly audible in the dark night.

The golden body of the Great Sun Demon God Yanyang Dragon Elephant began to rotate, Yang Gang felt the powerful power of the three dragons and three elephants, his heart was like a water pump, frantically swallowing Qi and blood rushing through the meridians and blood vessels.

A faint red light overflowed his body surface, finally condensing a layer of three-meter-high illusory blood human figure on his body.

"really."

Song Jian's eyes narrowed, "Perfect golden body... we can't give this kid a chance to grow up!"

He suddenly shouted loudly, and his whole body instantly turned into a hurricane, with a broad sword like a roll, rushing into the hut surrounded by flames.

"Mountains and seas!"

A quiet voice sounded from the sea of ​​fire.

As soon as Song Jian entered the sea of ​​flames, he saw Yang Gang slashing his sword in front of him, and there was an inexplicable aura of emptiness on his body, like a vast mountain and sea, and like a fairy mountain rock.

His entire body was shocked by that aura on the spot.

"It's impossible!" Song Jian's eyes were about to split open, and he watched a fiery qi and blood knife leap out, slashing heavily on the qi outside his body, as if a big sun was crazily burning the qi of his body.

"One knife."

Yang Gang exerted all his strength and pressed down fiercely with the long knife.

Finally broke through Song Jian's protective energy.

"what--"

The giant god man roared violently, broke free from the inexplicable restraint, and subconsciously tilted his body.

Just heard the sound of 'poof', and the blood spattered.

Boom boom~
Song Jian's heavy body retreated again and again, avoiding Yang Gang's fierce pursuit, and only had time to look down at his waist.

Flesh rolled from the deep incision, and green intestines could be vaguely seen.

call--

Another knife slashed like a mountain and sea.

Behind the knife, Yang Gang's face was calm, his eyes fixed on Song Jian's heart.

The last knife missed, what about the next knife?How to pick up the injured Song Jian?
At this point in the battle, the situation has completely reversed.

"Hahahaha, good boy"

Song Jian laughed angrily, watching the approaching Yang Gang suddenly turn around, and actually flew up into the air, flying ten meters away.

Then he swung the broadsword with the width of the door and drew a huge slash towards Yang Gang.

"Can you still fly?"

Yang Gang frowned for a while, retracted his saber and stood up, avoiding the oncoming Dao Gang.

Those who are strong in the Real Astral Realm have cultivated the Outer Astral Realm, and can already fly through the air for a short time, establishing themselves in an invincible position.

"Did you dodge a knife, did you dodge ten or a hundred?" Song Jian endured the pain and laughed angrily: "I didn't want to use this kind of method to deal with you. It's just that you kid, what a ghost sword technique. It's too bad Make sense!"

"Should die!" After saying that, he rained down on Yang Gang's position.

Boom, boom, boom~~
The dust is flying, the earth is cracked, and the hut is burning in the night.

The battlefield between the two has already come to the hillside.

Yang Gang carefully avoided Dao Gang, the distance of more than ten meters made him ready to predict in advance, but he wanted to get close to Song Jian several times, but was pulled away by the opponent's grazing.

"It's really not that easy to kill a real gangster."

The other party is so shameless as a real man, and he has nothing to do.

far away.

Zhao Ling looked worried, and bit his lips to avoid making a sound, for fear of distracting Yang Gang.

The dust was flying, and gradually filled the entire hillside, submerging Yang Gang's figure.

"Boom!"

Another huge blade pierced into the dust, only to hear a huge shock, and Song Jian's face showed joy.

"bingo!"

But he was not impulsive, but vigilant with a knife.

After a while, the dust dissipated a little.

Yang Gang knelt down on one knee, holding a long knife against his chest, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the blade could no longer withstand the huge force and broke off.

With a precarious posture, it seems that he has been seriously injured.

"Humph."

Song Jian showed a look of color on his face.

Finally got the upper hand!

What about the perfect golden body with the power of three dragons and three elephants?It's still not enough to resist the sword in the real world!

"It's over."

Song Jian raised his broad knife, slowly accumulating strength, "I'll kill you, get the key, just in time for this grand meeting of the Quartet..."

this moment.

An extremely powerful aura emerged from his body, and he was about to launch a fatal blow.

"No!"

With a mournful cry, Zhao Ling held a long spear and charged like crazy without hesitation.

"Heh~~ I'm overthinking myself."

Song Jian glanced at it, showing a sneer.The broad knife swung down towards Yang Gang—"Giant God, Heavenly Sword!"

'This is the time! '

Yang Gang, who was kneeling on one knee, suddenly brightened his eyes.

A little fire light overflowed from the sea of ​​consciousness, like two rounds of golden suns suddenly appearing in the night sky.

"Da Sun Burns Heaven Primordial Spirit, go!"

His eyes were fixed, and two rounds of golden suns condensed into one and burst out from between his eyebrows.

"what?"

Song Jian's whole body froze, and the broad knife, which had been charged for a long time, turned quickly.

Then I saw a ray of golden knife light piercing the night.Dazzling, resplendent... piercing the dark night, passing through his chest.

The protective qi was penetrated instantly like paper, and only one thought came to his mind in time: so fast... the knife.

'boom~'

The three-meter-high figure suddenly fell into the dust.

Song Jian's mouth overflowed with streams of blood and tiny pieces of internal organs, no matter what he couldn't stop it.

"How is it possible... How could my giant god sword lose to..." He looked at the sky unwillingly, and the feeling of death was overwhelming.

Blackness gradually appeared in front of my eyes.

"What is the Beihan Stealing Monument, and what is the Quartet Grand Meeting?"

Yang Gang's quiet voice sounded.

He couldn't feel any weakness from injury.

How can a golden body with the power of three dragons and three elephants be taken lightly?If it wasn't for the battle with the Realm Realm, which requires extreme condensed strength, this mountain would have been blown to ashes by them long ago.

"Northern Cold Tribulation Monument..."

"Sifang Grand Meeting... Sifang City..." Song Jian smiled wryly, his eyes gradually losing color.

One last thought flashed in my mind: So, facing him... I never had the upper hand.

(End of this chapter)