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Chapter 337 Both Arms Are Broken
"Snapped!"

The golden Buddha power was lingering on the whip, and the long whip was thrown fiercely in the air, arousing bursts of sound of gold and stone!
"Another Magical Artifact!" Feeling the power of the long whip swinging the void, YangMeng frowned and looked at Situ Xiongtian. He didn't expect this guy to hide a Magical Artifact.

It's really strange, when will magic tools in the secular world be able to be mass-produced!
Standing opposite to Situ Xiongtian, Yang Zaitian shrank his pupils slightly. Although he was full of confidence, it was his first time fighting an ancient warrior in the middle stage of foundation establishment, so he would inevitably feel a little nervous.

"So what if there is an extra whip? Anyway, this old beast has been seriously injured by Xiaomeng, can he still turn the world around? More than 50 years ago, it was because of this old beast that disturbed my marriage with Yingying. Ask him to repay me for the pain I have suffered for more than 50 years!"

Murderous intent flashed in Yang Zaitian's eyes, and the cold murderous aura burst out instantly, causing the temperature of the surrounding air to drop dozens of degrees in an instant.

"Chong!"

A Qingyue sword chant resounded through the heaven and earth, Yang Zaitian controlled the 'Qingquan' to soar into the sky, blocked the golden long whip like lightning, and swallowed the cold sword light under the bright night sky.

"Old Ghost Situ, I want you to pay for the mistakes you made 57 years ago!" Yang Zaitian walked with his sword, his murderous intent flourishing.

Situ Xiongtian's face was gloomy and terrifying. After 57 years, his grandson died again at the hands of the man who killed his son. He hated it!
"Yang, yes, God! I want you to die!!" Situ Xiongtian roared angrily, and as soon as he finished speaking, he rushed over with the long whip in his hand.

Yang Zaitian sneered, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and without saying a word, he slammed the 'Qingquan' in his hand.

The light on the 'Qingquan' sword surged sharply, screaming and killing Situ Xiongtian who was rushing towards him.

Here, after Yang Meng finished dealing with Yang Luotian's injuries, seeing Yang Zaitian's extremely fierce sword, he couldn't help but secretly nodded: "Grandpa entered the role quite quickly, with this sword alone, Old Ghost Situ will definitely not be able to catch it!"

It was too late, but it was so fast, almost in the blink of an eye, Situ Xiongtian rushed in front of Yang Zaitian and swung the long whip in his hand.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the dark night sky was suddenly filled with darkness, but a mountain peak nearly eight feet high and five feet wide was dragged down by the tail of the whip.

YangMeng didn't expect that the braid would fail so much, it seems that it should be the formation of imperial emissary rocks engraved on the whip.Otherwise, the two of them were deep in the air, and the nearest mountain peak was more than ten miles away from both of them. No matter how fast he, Situ Xiongtian, would not be able to carry a mountain for ten miles, right?

As soon as the mountain came out, it immediately smashed towards Yang Zaitian from top to bottom with the sound of wind and thunder.

Although the peak is about eight feet high and five feet wide, it is not that big, but when it really falls, it is not the case at all.

Under the high altitude, the mountain peaks blocked the brilliance of the stars and the moon, and it was pitch black. There was a bang through the night sky, like thunder roaring, and the momentum was extremely huge.

"If this thing is going to be smashed down, I still have to be blasted into a pulp?" Seeing this mountain, Yang Zaitian couldn't help but twitch slightly. He was about to dodge when Yang Meng heard it. the sound of:

"Grandpa, there's no need to dodge. I'll teach you a spell. As long as you cast this spell, the mountain will be fixed in midair immediately!"

Yang Zaitian revealed a look of surprise, and said: "There is such a magic technique in this world? Xiaomeng, teach me quickly!"

YangMeng above the blue clouds in the distance smiled, and said: "Grandpa, this technique may swallow one-fifth of your true energy, you have to take it easy later! Alright, let's silently recite the mantra: Heaven, Earth, Darkness, Follow my orders..."

It has to be said that Situ Xiongtian's move of "moving mountains" is really brilliant and powerful. If this move is against an ordinary ancient warrior in the foundation period, it might be smashed into pieces by the mountain. The meat is pureed.

But to Yang Zaitian, to be precise, to YangMeng, it is a joke!

In fact, what YangMeng taught Yang Zaitian was just a simple mountain control technique.

On Shuilanxing, a planet where practitioners have disappeared, all kinds of cultivation spells have long been lost, and there may be very few inheritances left by accident, but they are also incomplete.

It's like the mountain peak that Situ Xiongtian threw out with a long whip is nothing more than a simple 'mountain moving technique' imprinted on a magic weapon.It can only move mountains to attack the enemy, but it is extremely difficult to take it back.

In his previous life, Yang Meng was the direct disciple of Yang Jian, the god of justice in the heavenly court, and he was able to pass on the orthodox cultivation techniques of Yuqing, all kinds of spells, seals, magic pills, magic weapons... he knew everything in detail.

It's just to deal with a 'mountain moving technique', the 'mountain control technique' is enough!
……

Situ Xiongtian, who used the 'Mountain Moving Technique' engraved on the long whip to forcibly move a small mountain on a mountain ten kilometers away to attack, had a satisfied smile on his face.

Because he found that Yang Zaitian was standing there in a daze, without the slightest stance of dodging or attacking, as if he had been frightened out of his wits.

As long as this blow can hit Yang Zaitian, even the Immortal Da Luo will not be able to save him. Thinking of the enmity that has been held back for 57 years, and today is finally going to be avenged, can Situ Xiongtian be unhappy, can he not be satisfied!
At this moment, Yang Zaitian, who was blocked by the mountain below, suddenly raised his head, his body was filled with strong Taiji Qi, and the finger prints of both hands moved back and forth, as if pinching the seal.

After a while, Yang Zaitian's eyes flashed brightly, his hands pinching Yin Jue stopped suddenly, and an ancient rune with the word 'Ding' gleaming with golden light appeared in midair.

I saw Yang Zaitian stretch out his hand and tap lightly on the word '定', and there was a soft '咻' sound, and the rune rushed towards the mighty mountain peak of several zhang, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye!
The 'Mountain Control Jue' is the most orthodox Taoist technique, and it cannot be compared with the final Taoism technique that Situ Xiongtian can only display with a long whip.

The several-foot-high mountain hovered in mid-air just after the golden 'Ding' characters got in, as if there was an invisible force pulling it, making it unable to move forward again.

"Heh, this technique is really useful!" Looking at Gao Feng hovering in mid-air, Yang Zaitian chuckled, and shook his hand while holding the 'Qingquan'.

"Shh!"

A slight piercing sound sounded, and the 'Qingquan' turned into a blue rainbow and flew out, passing through the middle of the mountain in an instant.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the menacing mountain was split into two in an instant!
Because the speed of the blue light was too fast, it arrived in a blink of an eye, and before the smile on Situ Xiongtian's face disappeared, the mountain was split in half and fell into the sky!
"This, this is impossible! Impossible!" Situ Xiongtian murmured blankly, then suddenly turned his head to look at Yang Zaitian, and said, "How did you stop this mountain?"

"Am I obligated to tell you?" Yang Zaitian sneered twice with disdain, his dark eyes revealing a ruthless and bloody murderous intent.

Situ Xiongtian's face froze suddenly. After so many years, who would dare to speak to him like that?But this Yang Zaitian dared, and he had nothing to do with Yang Zaitian.

However, Situ Xiongtian knew that he couldn't sit still and wait for death. This Yang Zaitian was as strong as him, and now he was seriously injured. Only a fast-paced fight could have a chance of survival.

"You, damn it! The dragon snake wags its tail!"

Situ Xiongtian gritted his teeth, waved his arms, and the long whip in his hand stretched out like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, piercing Yang Zaitian's chest.

"Hmph, small tricks! Give it to me!"

Yang Zaitian's footsteps whirled, he opened his mouth and let out a yell, his body turned forward instead of retreating, and he turned sideways and charged forward. The long whip that extended could pass through Yang Zaitian's chest. A large opening more than a foot long was drawn.

In this lightning-like flash, Yang Zaitian's body had already rushed to Situ Xiongtian's sideways, one arm bent slightly and hit his chest with an elbow, and at the same time, the long sword 'Qingquan' held tightly in his right hand was struck by lightning. Then he cut off Situ Xiongtian's left neck.

Dodging, bullying, bending elbows, and chopping with a long sword, the four movements are done in one go, as fast as the speed of light.

Situ Xiongtian's expression changed, because he saw the way. First, Yang Zaitian dodged the long whip and chose close combat to play to his advantage.

Secondly, if Situ Xiongtian dodges the elbow, his neck will be cut off by "Qingquan"; if he doesn't dodge the elbow, "Qingquan" will cut off his remaining left arm, which can be described as a dilemma .

He never expected that Yang Zaitian's melee combat ability would be so strong.

"Oh!"

In the end, Situ Xiongtian gritted his teeth and chose to break his arm and run for his life.

His chest was hit hard by Yang Zaitian's elbow, which made him tremble violently, and then a flash of blue light pierced the sky, and landed on his left shoulder like lightning, entering from the shoulder and neck, and from the armpit Next out.

"Crack!"

The teeth-stinging sound of bone breaking sounded, and Situ Xiongtian's left shoulder was broken at the root, and was frozen in ice the moment he fell into the air.

But Situ Xiongtian's severed arm was not so lucky, he spurted out blood donations, dyeing half of his body red.

Yang Zaitian caught Situ Xiongtian's arm in a flash, looked at him and said, "Old ghost Situ, you were expelled from the sect to force us back then, but you cut off your own arm! Now your left arm is also taken away by me. After being chopped off, isn’t it nice to be a trash?”

Situ Xiongtian looked at Yang Zaitian with resentment on his face, gritted his teeth and said: "Yang Zaitian, I will kill you sooner or later, destroy your Tai Chi Gate, and avenge my children and grandchildren!"

When the voice fell to the ground, the blood sprayed from Situ Xiongtian's severed arm stagnated for a moment, and then like a fountain, a full catty of blood sprayed out, wrapping him in a circle, and there was a "swoosh" It turned into a bloody light, fleeing to the Fahuazong resident one mile away.

(End of this chapter)