Chapter 948: The fifth long hatred, the third Xiankong!

A sneak attack is definitely going to be a sneak attack. Your own side will go two to nine, and Qingqing's strength can at most offset one of the opponent's second or third strongest. Yang Jian can only take his life if he doesn't attack.
It's not that he had never thought of sneaking all the way, and after finding the other eldest sister, he would try his best, but this idea was too risky.
If he cannot be defeated, he will be surrounded by the opponent and there is no way to escape.
At this time, the opponent placed three strongest men here, obviously to search for his traces, and this was the only opportunity for Yang Jian to weaken the opponent's strength.
Even if you can't win, there is a wider retreat behind.
To fight, how to fight.
The sage can move the avenue in an instant, unless the surrounding universe is shattered by magical powers, and shattered to the greatest extent possible, so as to delay the opportunity for other strongest to support.
Even if it is the Nine Realms Xeon, if it is unable to use the migrating supernatural powers, it will fly over at an extremely fast speed, and there will be a process of'flying', which will inevitably take some time.
And Yang Jian and Qingqing must defeat the other three strongest opponents in such a short period of time, preferably beheading one.
This difficulty is really too great.
But they came here to prevent the eternal king from recovering, and to seize an opportunity.
It's all here, what's the point if you cower again?
"We can't let them miss you in vain."
Yang Jian murmured softly, his left hand slowly clenched.
Even if Longtan Tiger's Lair is ahead, he must bite the bullet and go for it.
Qingqing closed her eyes slowly, and her figure flew out of Yang Jian's palm, standing beside him quietly.
Within the universe, the cultivators formed a great formation, and the Jade Ding Zhenren stood in the center of the formation, ready to guide the force of the formation to blast the saint realm with a final blow.
Tianyan Daozi leaped into the air, and sat down quietly cross-legged, seeming to merge with the world.
‘Yang Jian, I will lend you my avenue temporarily, Chaos Clock can help you. ’
Yang Jian listened to the sound coming from the bottom of his heart, and he also felt the little ancient bell that had emerged from the platform.
Although such a borrowed Dao could not exert its full strength, but the particularity of Kalachakra Dao could push Yang Jian's strength to another level.
I have to say that the universe in the body has become a great support for Yang Jian at this time.
Yun Xiao thought for a while, and just like Tianyan Daozi, he exposed his avenue between the heaven and the earth, blending in the heaven and the earth, for Yang Jian to call.
Yang Jian clenched his fist slightly, his eyes gradually igniting war.
"Depend on you."
Qingqing whispered, her figure turned into a jade pendant, hung over Yang Jian's waist in preparation for the subsequent battle.
The three-pointed and two-edged gun was in hand, and a faint light was faint in the armor.
The spear shook slightly, and Yang Jian deliberately released a breath of breath, looking at the place where the three strongest men were.
They were at the very edge of this endless mountain, and the strong pressure was like a victorious barrier, blocking Yang Jian's path forward.
At the top of the mountain, the three figures standing or sitting simultaneously opened their eyes and looked down the mountain.
The little monk in white showed a warm smile and said: "He really came."
Next to the little monk was a burly man with a two-foot-high crazy knife with his back, his eyes full of indifference, and his hoarse voice asked: "He is the one who hurt you over there?"
"Yang Jian," the little monk in white nodded gently.
On the other side of the big man was a young man with a crown of jade. He looked at Yang Jian under the mountain with interest.
"His Royal Highness let us kill him, and we will fight together later," the young man's voice was very gentle, "fifth brother, eighth brother, don't underestimate this person, besides us, he is the only one who has stepped into the spiritual world. The monks of the strongest realm rely on themselves to enter this realm, which is no small thing."
"Three against one? I can't afford to lose this face."
The burly man sneered, stood up straight, raised his left hand, and the big knife behind him suddenly shrank to six feet long, dragged behind him.
"I killed this person myself."
The young man who had just said that he was going to shoot together was not angry, but made a please gesture with a smile.
The little monk in white clothes was a little bit hesitant to speak, but the fifth strongest man had already started to descend the mountain with his big sword, and locked with Yang Jian Qi machine under the mountain.
"Brother Fifth is the strongest of the six realms, and Yang Jian will definitely be invincible."
As if to give himself more comfort, the little monk in white said something like this.
But in the bottom of my heart there was a figure like a mad demon, those eyes, those eyes that wanted to die with him...
Yang Jian, who was walking up the mountain, saw that one of the three took the initiative to greet him, and his eyes flashed a little self-deprecating.
The other party obviously still didn't see him as a strong enemy.
It turned out to be so big.
The big man suddenly let out a low growl, and every time he took a step under his feet, a halo appeared around his body.
Six steps in a row, six halos lingered around him, and the mountains under his feet turned into powder silently!
Six avenues?
Yang Jian did not reveal the main road. As he moved forward, his left hand was slightly raised, and he gently pressed down.
Absolutely!
In just a moment, the surrounding world disappeared, but the universe was shattered, the land of tens of thousands of miles turned into a land of absolute wind, and the way was broken.
In this way, even if there are even the strongest to come to support, it still needs to fly tens of thousands of miles, enough to make Yang Jian withdraw.
The strong man said coldly: "I am enough to deal with you."
Yang Jian smiled disapprovingly. At this time, the distance between the two was only a few miles.
He raised his spear slightly, pointed at the chest of the brawny man, and said calmly, "Yang Jian."
"Fifth, long hatred."
As soon as the strong man's voice fell, the two eyes met and several avenues collided head-on!
In the next instant, the two figures suddenly disappeared in the void, and the void in the Absolute Wind Belt seemed to tremble a few times, and the light rain rushed wildly.
The original mountain was crushed by the sixth strongest man's long hatred, but the top of the mountain was turned into a small island, floating in the void of the absolute wind belt at this time, and the two on it frowned at the same time.
The little monk in white clothes frowned, because Yang Jian's battle with Chang Hen was too fast. He put Chang Hen in his place, only to find that he could not stop Yang Jian's offensive at this time.
How long has it been?
This Yang Jian's cultivation base has completely subverted the common sense he knew.
The blue-robed youth frowned, but he saw something...
"This rhyme seems a bit familiar."
He murmured, and there was a look of memory in his eyes, but when he was about to remember something, all parts of the void suddenly split, and waves of powerful impact appeared strangely on the periphery of the Absolute Wind Belt!
The mountains and rivers fell apart, and the world was gone.
One hundred thousand miles, the void spreads millions of miles!
At the same time, the figures of Yang Jian and Chang Hen were finally visible to the naked eye.
At this time, Chang Hen's body was full of scars. Although there was no fatal injury, he looked very embarrassed. On the other hand, Yang Jian was hovering around his body with nine small golden shields, his battle armor and robes were shattered, and his upper body was wrapped in a touch of golden armor.
The figures of the two almost overlapped, their long swords were erected like a shield, and the tip of the long spear was pointed on the blade.
At the point where the tip of the gun touched the surface of the knife, there seemed to be countless stars shattering...
"what!"
The fifth strongest hated the hideous roar, his body flashed alternately, and the six domineering rhymes condensed like himself.
Yang Jian just snorted coldly, and then retreated with the force that gushed from the sword.
Chang Hen raised his knife backhand to chop, and the void was almost filled with the reflection of the big knife, but suddenly behind Yang Jian a big bell's shadow appeared, and Yang Jian's figure disappeared in a blink of an eye!
Speed ​​yourself!
Nine Heavens Fu Yao Jue!
The Chaos Clock Kalachakra Avenue blesses itself and makes its own time flow faster!
Chang Hate's pupils shrank, and this knife was already in the air. At this moment, Yang Jian's speed was so fast that he exceeded the limit of his six avenues!
Above!
The fifth strongest Changhen suddenly raised his head, but before he could react, he was shot in the forehead!
At this time, Yang Jian and the spear in his hand merged into one, like a golden giant sword slashing straight down!
However, the Six Dao Xeon is the Six Dao Xeon after all. He roared, and a huge force gushing from his forehead, abruptly blocked Yang Jian's blow!
This is so, Chang Hen's forehead still has purple-golden blood flowing out, flowing across his cheeks, making him a little more hideous and terrifying.
Yang Jian's figure reappeared in the original position again, sighed in his heart, but his aura became increasingly obscure.
Sure enough, the limit of the two most powerful people only hurt the other side.
Although he didn't want to reveal his trump card too early, Yang Jian did not hesitate to have a strong enemy in front of him.
If you can't kill the opponent with your own strength, what about the double?
Stack force!
A thorn in the universe!
The chaotic clock quivered slightly, and Yang Jian and the spear in his hand became one again. What was reflected from the long hatred was only the afterimage of a big sword!
The prestige of the six avenues was urged to the extreme!
Long hate roared wildly, the long sword in his hand cut twenty-eight in a row, but the shadow of the sword shattered only the afterimage of the golden giant sword.
Fuck up, split vertically!
Chang Hen's left arm was raised, his own avenue was surging, but he did not expect that the afterimages of the two great swords were rapidly overlapping!
Two overlapping power cuts!
"dead!"
Yang Jian's cold voice carries a strong and cold killing intent!
Bloody light, tingling sensation, long-hatred eyes were blank for a moment, and the bottom of my heart was occupied by the sword shadow.
Broken arm...
There were two roads on his own that couldn't stand the impact, and were directly broken...
If it weren't for a hand behind him to pull himself out of the sword shadow and spear in time, his true spirit and soul would be cut off by this shot.
How could it be...
With a bang, Chang Hen slumped on the ground, losing a piece of his arm, letting Zijin blood flow and letting a big knife fall to his side, but he didn't know how to react.
The tactics he is proud of have swept the tactics of countless strong men, and in front of this person, it is so worthless...
"You lost, heal your injuries first."
The blue-robed youth who was already standing in front of Chang Hen said in a warm voice, slowly putting on his gloves for his jade-like palms, but his eyes were fixed on Yang Jian.
But at this time, Yang Jian stared at this person solemnly.
Being able to save a person under his mortal blow, and yet so calm and calm, this person is definitely not the strongest in the bottom four.
Suddenly, a vague memory appeared in Yang Jian's heart.
The memory is just a fragment~EbookFREE.me~ A man wearing a blue armor was split in two in front of "himself", but there was a strange smile on his mouth.
It's him!
Once died in the hands of Dubi, but reincarnated in later generations, the former eternal general of the kingdom of God, the strongest of the nine realms!
Tai Chi Baishan Grand Tomb, that endless creatures tragically transformed the Buddha!
"Envy, empty!"
An anger surged out, extremely surging, unable to suppress!
"Sure enough, Meng Luo told you a lot, Yang Jian."
The blue-robed man smiled slightly, and an icy blue fairy grass appeared behind him. The grass had eight leaves and eight treasures hidden on it.
Eight Ways Xeon!
Third, Xian Kong!
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