Immemorial Pill Venerable

Chapter One Thousand and Twenty-Eight Are You Shouting?

No extra nonsense!

The two shot almost at the same time, turning into two streams of light, and they climbed straight from the platform to the sky. Like the original scene of Song Ziyang killing Ling Quan, the two streams of light collided back and forth high in the sky, chasing, splitting and rejoining, shaking the void to a roar.

This rumbling sound is like an angry thunder rolling over the people’s heads, making them unable to help their fears, lamenting that the Song Family is indeed a wealthy family of the Beiyan generation, a direct descendant of the family, all bloodline is amazing, cultivation base monstrous!

The martial artists standing on the Emperor Wu Plaza, without blinking their eyes at the moment, are staring at the battle between Song Ziyang and Song Zijie.

The streamers of the two incarnations like brother are very special!

Qin Hao also feels this!

When the incarnation streamers, whether Song Ziyang or Song Zijie, the speed, strength and explosive power will be more than tripled on the original basis!

If there is no guess, Qin Hao is almost certain that Streamer is the unique battle method of Song Family.

Only when you become a streamer can you activate the high-end martial arts of Song Family cultivation.

And Liu Guang is undoubtedly the soul of Song Ziyang and Song Zijie!

As Song Ziyang said, the battle between their brother did not last long.

In fact, with such a high-intensity fierce battle, physical exertion does not allow them to remain in a stalemate.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, one stream of light has been shot down by another!

The person who fell is Song Ziyang!

Song Ziyang cultivation base, third rank Yuanzun elementary!

But his younger brother Song Zijie, half-mother, but Innate has a wealth of cultivation resources, a dad, a mother, and Elder's secretive benefits.

Almost half of Song Family's spirit pill and marvelous medicine is leaning on Song Zijie. Even though he is younger than Song Zijie, his cultivation base has reached the fourth rank Yuanzun Peak.

Under the blessing of the same kind of soul, the difference in realm makes Song Ziyang impossible to be Song Zijie's opponent!

At the moment of falling, Song Ziyang's clothes were broken, his body was covered with fist marks, and his chest, side of the ribs, etc., was collapsed by the opponent, and half of his body was vomited with blood. He looked terrible.

On the other hand, Song Zijie, dressed clean, almost unscathed!

hong long!

With the shaking of the sky!

Song Zijie stepped on Song Ziyang's bow-shaped body and fell heavily on the platform from a height.

The huge bucket platform after the blessing of ten Yuan emperors couldn't help shaking at this moment, arousing a layer of soil dust, and the surface of the platform was about ten meters in area, and there was a fine cobweb.

Especially the place where Song Ziyang smashed, it was recessed half a foot deep!

It can be seen how powerful Song Zijie’s kick is!

Upstairs to the emperor, Song patriarch looked at the picture in front of him, and the rock hanging in his heart fell steadily, stroking his goatee quite leisurely!

He first looked at Song Zijie who stepped on Song Ziyang, and he was satisfied and nodded.

After that, he glanced at Song Ziyang who fell on the ground with his eyes, his eyes were full of coldness.

"Even though I am a Song Family eldest son, I have the same noble bloodline and powerful cultivation technique, but what about it? You are not my opponent. I can trample you under my feet before. Still trample you under your feet today and compete with me for the position of patriarch? You wishful thinking!" Song Zijie lowered his head and looked down at his fallen brother, with malicious contempt at the corners of his mouth.

Upstairs to the emperor, Ling Xiaoxue turned her head aside unbearably, her two hands tightened her skirt corners.

The man who fell to the ground is, after all, the person she once loved.

"cough cough..."

Song Ziyang coughed up blood clots in two mouths, complexion pale, endured the pain, said with a slight smile: "Zijie, if it weren’t for me Being stubbornly squeezed out by the elders in the family and unable to get the cultivation resources that you should have since childhood, ask yourself, how can you win so easily?

If the Old Ancestor in the family is still alive, Song Ziyang is pitiful. In fact, Song patriarch impossible gave Song Ziyang the opportunity to cultivate the family cultivation technique.

"Stop talking nonsense, if you lose, you lose. Don't find a reason. Put gold on your face, making it as if I can't win!" Song Zijie's feet squeezed fiercely down.

Accompanied by this, the blood on the corners of Song Ziyang's mouth was even faster.

"If I didn’t think you were my big brother, I would have kicked you to death with the kick just now. Now I give you a chance, in front of Dad, Clan Elder, and Xiao Di Your Majesty, Announce to the half-continent hero, that you Song Ziyang is not equal to me Song Zijie, as long as you shout out, I will let you go. No side..."

Squeak!

Song Zijie exerted force on the soles of his feet, bending over and cursing viciously: "I smashed your Qi Sea, shattered your meridian, and turned you into waste!"

" Yes, if it weren’t for me to be your big brother, after you killed me, you would be infamy and it would be difficult for you to sit in the position of patriarch.

How can you fail to see what your younger brother's intention is?

But it's a pity...

Song Zijie is still so short!

"Are you yelling or not?" Song Zijie's feet increased a little bit more strength, the boots were sunk in Song Ziyang's flesh, and more vitality was growing from the soles of the feet.

In response, Song Ziyang shook his head.

"Are you forcing me?"

Squeak!

Song Zijie's feet suddenly sank, and with a ka-cha, he squeezed Song Ziyang's two ribs. If it sinks further, it will squeeze the internal organs, he is not joking.

However, Song Ziyang still shook his head!

"Enough!"

At this time, an angry female voice erupted from the emperor's upstairs. Ling Xiaoxue couldn't bear it anymore, flew down with open arms and stood by Song Ziyang. In front of him, he pursed his mouth and looked sad.