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Chapter 336 Angry

Yang Zaitian looked at Situ Ying with a sinister smile, and said coldly, "Want to run? Can you run? Say, how do you want to die?"

Speaking of this, Yang Zaitian waved the long sword 'Qingquan' in his hand, and cut out a large blue sword gang about three feet long.

"No, no, you can't kill me! If you kill me, it will definitely trigger an all-out war between Fahuazong and Taijimen! At that time, as long as the Zong Laohui finds out that your Taijimen did it, your Taijimen will be finished ! Hahaha, you can't kill me!"

Facing Yang Zaitian's murderous sneer, Situ Ying backed away again and again, no longer caring about face, and roared wildly with horror mixed on his face.

He was really unwilling to die here, it was only one mile away from the Zongmen's residence, as long as he could return to the Zongmen and open the big formation, who would care about Yang Zaitian's pursuit.

But now he needs time, and needs time to wait for his grandfather to arrive. As long as his grandfather Situ Xiongtian can rush over, he will have a chance to return to the Fahuazong resident.

"Haha, do you think I'm afraid of triggering a big war? My Tai Chi Sect and your Fahua Sect are already in an endless situation, so what if the Zong Laohui takes action? At worst, I will destroy the Zong Laohui!" Yang Zaitian Yang Tian laughed wildly.

Standing on the cloud cluster not far away, YangMeng nodded secretly, and said in his heart: "As expected of my grandfather, he wants to destroy all the elders' associations! Nainai... who do you think you are, with a supernatural position, mediating in the middle?" , I think it’s just a bunch of f*cking old men who are full and have nothing to do!”

"No, you can't do that! My ancestor was a member of the Patriarchal Association. If you dare to kill me, I swear he will kill you!" Situ Ying said tremblingly.

"Your ancestor?" Yang Zaitian frowned, and said, "Is it the leader of the Zong Lao Hui who forcibly forced Taiji Sect to expel me from the sect in 57 years?"

Situ Ying's eyes lit up, and he said, "That's right, it's him! As long as you don't kill me, I'll treat today's incident as never happened. And I'll ask my ancestors not to hold your Tai Chi sect accountable!"

Seeing that Situ Ying looked refreshed, Yang Zaitian said coldly:
"If you don't tell me, I still can't remember, but I do remember what you said. That old guy seems to be called Situ Kuang, and his surname is Situ! Hahaha, there is nowhere to be found, and it doesn't take much effort to get it." Originally, I was still wondering why the leader of the Zonglaohui turned to your Fahuazong. It turned out that the root is here! Okay, very good! Since Situ Kuang is also a member of your Fahuazong, there is nothing to say! "

Seeing Yang Zaitian suddenly laughing nervously, Situ Ying seemed to realize that he had been self-defeating, and that lifting the old ancestor out made Yang Zaitian even more desperate.

"Yang Zaitian, if you dare to hurt my grandson, I swear that even if I chase you to the ends of the earth, I will cut you to pieces!"

Just when Situ Ying was feeling desperate, a rough and old voice came from the northwest direction of Scarlet Maple Ridge.Followed by a one-armed old monk carrying a person.

"Grandpa, it's grandpa! Grandpa, save me!" Situ Ying screamed excitedly.

Yang Zaitian turned his head and glanced at the figure in the northwest direction, and suddenly smiled coldly, his eyes swept across Situ Ying coldly like a poisonous snake, and raised the long sword "Qingquan" in his hand without hesitation, facing Situ Ying from top to bottom The top of his head fell off!

"No!"

Feeling the coldness and sharpness of the 'Qingquan' long sword, Situ Ying let out a frightened scream.

The screams were still echoing in the bright night sky, but Situ Ying's body had already been split in two by the 'Qingquan', and was frozen by the power of the 'Qingquan' the moment he fell into the sky, and fell to the ground and fell. Not even a whole body was left in pieces.

"Ying'er! Yang Zaitian, I must make your Taiji sect destroy the sect! Ah!"

Seeing that his grandson ended up dead without a whole body in the blink of an eye, Situ Xiongtian let out a loud roar, and instantly became furious. Yang Luotian, who was carried in his one-armed left hand, was instantly thrown away by him out.

At the same time, the golden-glistening 'Vajra Blessing Pestle' appeared, and the 'Vajra Blessing Pestle' swelled to Zhang Xu's length in an instant, hitting Yang Luotian's back like lightning.

"Uncle Six!"

After beheading Situ Ying, Yang Zaitian realized at this moment that he seemed to be just trying to make himself happy, forgetting that Yang Luotian was still in Situ Xiongtian's hands, and it was too late to go to rescue him now.

At this time, YangMeng, who had been watching the battle, couldn't stand it any longer. Although he was not very familiar with this so-called sixth great-uncle, he was his relative after all, and he felt good about this sixth great-uncle, so it was impossible for him to sit idly by. Watching him die at the hands of Situ Xiongtian.

"Want to kill my relatives in front of me? Hmph, it's really fantastic!" YangMeng's mouth curled up into a sneer of disdain, and with a lift of his hand, an incomparably bright blue light came out of YangMeng's hand. .

Looking carefully, it was a flying knife the size of a palm, it was 'Qinghong'.

'Qinghong' grew rapidly in the middle of the flight, and soon reached the size of Zhang Xu, and attacked the 'Vajra Blessing Pestle' with the shining jade essence.

In the dark night sky, the stars on the sky seemed to be getting brighter and brighter.

Standing on the blue clouds, YangMeng grinned and pointed at the sky with one hand. The terrifying power of the primordial spirit escaped instantly, and began to crazily absorb the power of the stars, pouring it into the flying knife 'Qinghong'.

The brilliance above the flying knife 'Qinghong' exploded in an instant, and its speed also increased to the speed of light, like a shooting star falling from the sky for nine days, falling from the sky with bright and brilliant brilliance. The brilliance was about three feet long and as thick as a rock , Accurately hitting the golden 'Vajra Blessing Pestle'.

In an instant, the shadow of the knife raged out from the huge blade, transforming into thousands of long knives, all of which were chopped on the vajra pestle.

Yang Zaitian looked at the 'Vajra Blessing Pestle' surrounded by countless sword shadows in astonishment, his eyes were full of shadows of swords, cold and sharp long knives, turning left and right, densely filling the surroundings of the 'Vajra Blessing Pestle' , and even the countless phantoms of long knives formed a terrifying storm of long knives.

The storm formed by the long knife roared across the air, and flew towards the one-armed Situ Xiongtian. Even though Situ Xiongtian had the strength in the middle stage of foundation establishment, he was still like an ant in this terrifying storm. Small.

In just a split second, the storm of long knives scarred Situ Xiongtian, who was fleeing in a hurry, especially on his shaved head, which was unceremoniously left behind. An incomparably hideous knife mark.

When the storm of long knives dissipated, the 'Vajra Blessing Pestle' besieged by countless phantoms of long knives also showed its figure.

At this moment, the 'Vajra Blessing Pestle' has changed beyond recognition. Not only the body of the pestle is covered with cracks like spider webs, but also there are countless knife wounds. It looks like it is on the verge of breaking, which makes people feel terrified.

Situ Xiongtian, whose body was in a state of embarrassment, looked at the 'Vajra Blessing Pestle' not far away that was about to break in disbelief, and squeezed two seals almost subconsciously, and then a golden light shot from Situ Xiongtian's body. Escaped, got into the 'Vajra Blessing Pestle' like lightning.

"Crack!"

The 'Vajra Blessing Pestle' that was infused with the master's true energy was supposed to respond with golden light, but this time, the Vajra Blessing Pestle completely collapsed into golden dust the moment the golden light entered the body, leaving no residue Down.

"This, this... my 'Vajra Blessing Pestle'!" Situ Xiongtian was dumbfounded at this moment. It was just a blow of anger. He never thought that he would become someone else's prey in such a blink of an eye. , What a trick!
Thinking of this, Situ Xiongtian couldn't help trembling all over his body, his face was as pale as paper, he didn't know whether it was from anger or fear, his whole body almost trembled uncontrollably.

As one of the most famous sects in Wuliang Mountain, they not only have a high status, but also have a high spirit. Otherwise, the great war that affected the entire Wuliang Mountain 57 years ago would not have been fought.

But despite this, even in the great battle back then, there was no such terrifying attack method!
On the other side, Yang Zaitian, who had already rescued Yang Luotian, slowly flew over the blue cloud where Yang Meng was.

YangMeng smiled at his grandfather Yang Zaitian, with divine light in his eyes, he scanned Yang Luotian's body twice, and seeing that the viscera and six internal organs in his body had been displaced, and many of his meridians were damaged, he couldn't help being furious.

He stood up abruptly, about to rush to Situ Xiongtian's side.

But Yang Zaitian stopped him at this moment, saying: "Xiao Meng, take good care of your sixth great-uncle, Situ Xiongtian, this old thing, leave it to Grandpa to take care of it!"

"En!" YangMeng looked at Yang Zaitian's calm gaze, and after hesitating for a while, he still nodded.

After all, the cultivation levels between the two are equal, but Situ Xiongtian has already been severely injured by his blow, so let's take it as a stepping stone for his grandfather to test his strength.

……

Yang Zaitian came to stand not far from Situ Xiongtian, looked at him indifferently, and said: "Situ Xiongtian, I will give you a chance to live! As long as you can defeat me, I will let you live! "

Situ Xiongtian recovered from the shock, stared at Yang Zaitian with an ugly expression, and said, "Yang Zaitian, are you teasing me? Do you think you can kill me with your current strength?"

Yang Zaitian didn't get angry because of Situ Xiongtian's words, he just said: "Really? I hope you can say that again in a while!"

"court death!"

Situ Xiongtian became angry from embarrassment, a golden shadow rose from his body like a little sun, let out a sharp roar, and then wiped his left hand on the bottom of his trousers, a whip appeared, and slapped Yang Zaitian fiercely. Tossed down.

(End of this chapter)