"Ah... ooh..."
Suddenly a violent rage sounded from the sky above the imperial city, like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, a violent wind roared past, the sky moved, and the tyrannical aura spread.
Yang Kun, the fourth son of Yang Hong died.
Yang Hong noticed for the first time that he was rushing to a critical juncture and could not be distracted, otherwise it would not be as simple as a roar, I am afraid he has already rushed out.
"Not good." Qing Lian was startled, frowning, "Yang Hong is rushing into the virtual realm."
From the violent anger just now, Qinglian felt an aura of attack against the sky. There is no doubt that this is someone who is breaking through against the sky. It is not difficult to judge from the voice that this person must be Yang Hong, the ninth level of Liangang. The pinnacle hits into the virtual realm, once the breakthrough is successful, the consequences will be unimaginable.
"Xiaotian, you go to the imperial city, he will leave it to me." Qing Lian said immediately.
Yang Hong was just assaulting into the virtual realm, using the huge and strong dragon energy drawn from the abyss to change his fate against the sky and force a breakthrough.
He was only a step away from entering the virtual realm, but for five years, he has been unable to break through.
The army of the Great Li Dynasty pressed in, and the two great defenders of the Void Realm were dispatched. If they did not break through the Void Realm, they would definitely not be opponents.
For Qin Tian, he didn't take it seriously.
As soon as he sensed that Yang Kun's breath disappeared, he immediately became angry and roared. He was sweating profusely and his whole body was soaked. At this time, he was full of anger.
"Father, hold on to your mind." Yang Lin frowned, and his heart was extremely angry, but this is the critical moment. Don't get angry and mess up your mind, otherwise the consequences are unimaginable.
On the side, Yun Man sat cross-legged, eyes blank, and the frightening weather that transpired from his body was slowly sucked into the formation. At the center of the formation, a golden-yellow furnace ding white smoke slowly emerged and was sucked by Yang Hong into his nose. In, deep into the pubic area, forcibly reversed.
Yang Hong knew that this was a critical moment, and he should not be distracted.
But the pain of losing his son was unbearable, his hatred for Qin Tian increased extremely, his forehead frowned like a mountain, and his chest was furious.
When Qing Lian said so, Qin Tian looked surprised.
However, he didn't move, but looked at Yang Biao blankly. Although he didn't know what it was about forcibly breaking through against the sky, it was not difficult to judge from the voice just now that Yang Hong was angry, and he was extremely angry. If you get angry, you will get confused.
Haven't eaten pork and haven't seen a pig run
Those cultivators in the movies of the previous life are not always at a critical juncture and can’t be distracted. They have empty minds, their minds are stubborn, and they don’t let any evil spirits from outside enter the body. Yang Hong’s roar has already messed up his mind because of Yang Kun’s death.
My son is dead. Is there any reason for me to be sad
The kind of pain Qin Tian couldn’t understand, but he believed it must be very uncomfortable, especially for Yang Hong now, who is breaking through retrograde, and worried about Yang Biao’s safety. A slight inconcentration of willpower may lead to it. The retrograde failed and the body was seriously injured.
If the Yang family's boss dies again, Yang Hong's mind will definitely be in chaos, and it must be impossible to hit the virtual realm.
At this point, Qin Tian smiled coldly and said, "Auntie, don't worry, Yang Hong wants to hit the virtual realm, and I definitely can't let him get what he wants."
"Mao, super wind blade."
As soon as Qin Tian drank it, the hair of the sixth-order monster suddenly retreated, and his claws grabbed frantically. The two huge winds instantly condensed into a wind blade. The muscles all over his body violently violently lifted the mighty force and shot fiercely. go out.
"Rumble..."
Yang Biao Harrier turned over, shook his body, and dodged in an instant, his eyes were bloody, and he was completely angry.
Immediately afterwards, Maomao quickly threw out two super strong wind blades again, and then immediately retreated. Qin Tian rushed in at this time, staring at Yang Biao who was slightly embarrassed, and sneered, and said: "Your brother is in hell. With you, hurry down and accompany him."
"Qin Tian evil thief, return my brother's life." Yang Biao's whole body suddenly changed, his bones burst again and his body continued to swell, and within half a breath, he changed into a giant, a majestic giant more than five meters high. , The streaks of power all over the body are like heat waves, faintly flashing.
"Giant?" Qin Tian's heart was shocked, and he secretly sighed, this world is really crazy, and the techniques are really amazing.
The five-meter-high Yang Biao, the illusion of the Killing Buddha behind him is even more powerful, the scorching sun covering the sky, the blood-colored Buddha in his hand is extremely coquettish, and the impact is too strong.
"Auntie, run away first." Qin Tian put away the fur and said with his head sideways, Yang Biao's breath is very powerful, and the breath flowing in his body is even more terrifying, and the power he possesses can be imagined.
Yang Biao is going to kill, and it is very possible to release a big move that destroys the world.
Qinglian immediately withdrew hundreds of meters, and Qigong rose wildly, ready to go, in case of unexpected events.
Qinglian retreated, Qin Tian had no extra scruples. His Dantian dragon elephant divine power surged from his body, and the power stripes on his body also rose up, not weaker than Yang Biao, who was in the form of a giant. The giant sickle hugged his chest, looking at the Slaughter Buddha with a sly and sinister smile.
"Huh, huh, huh..."
Yang Biao's nose was like smoke, his whole body flushed, flushed by the heat of the body, the power of explosion, qigong, blood-red eyes, Qin Tian looked like a dead person.
The immortal-level technique of the lore sect, the giant’s lore.
Yang Biao has worked hard for ten years and finally achieved success. At this time, his strength is four times the original. He feels the deep flow of truth in his body. His hands are like holding substantial strength. The feeling is indescribable and comfortable, like a king. Come. Despise common people.
Facing Qin Tian, Yang Biao laughed arrogantly, and immediately, the mountain whistling and tsunami-like attacks swept through, killing the Buddha's phantom with his hands, and the blood-colored Buddha beads shot around Qin Tian on Thursday and Thursday, floating in the air.
The power contained in the Buddha is incredible.
Qin Tian's face sank, no fear in his heart.
The power of chaos in the body has already raged out, facing the giant Yang Biao, murderous flashes, speed increased to the extreme, a phantom in the air flashed, and the speed of electric light and flint rushed up.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The blood-colored Buddha beads exploded violently, and there was chaos around them, houses on both sides of the street collapsed, and deep cracks in the ground. The residents hiding in the house didn't even have time to call, they were instantly shattered into powder, and drifted in the air along with the billowing dust.
"Chang..." There was a loud noise.
Qin Tian withdrew frantically, his eyes changed, and his heart was shaken. "Unexpectedly, Yang Biao's strength is so strong."
Immediately his stature became stable, and he drank in vain, like a ghost, rushing up again.
Yang Biao's eyes were full of weirdness, Qin Tian, the fifth-tier refining gun, was able to withstand his giant lore, roaring like thunder, and furiously confronted him again. The powerful force was condensed in his hand, and the force of tens of thousands of dollars was suppressed in an uproar.
"Boom!"
The dull crash sounded straight into the sky.
Qin Tian didn't take a half step back, and once again carried enough strength to make a crit.
"Rumble!" There was another powerful impact.
Qin Tian didn't retreat again, the power of Chaos roared out, and the two fists violently crit out again, which was even more powerful than the two fists just now.
"Boom!" At the third impact, Yang Biao took a few steps back, his face pale, and the pain in his body was extremely painful. He took a patience, gritted his teeth, step by step, and greeted him again.
"die!"
Qin Tian shouted angrily, the power above both fists skyrocketed, more powerful than just three fists...
"Rumble..."
Yang Biao's huge body could no longer support it, he was overwhelmed, and fell to the ground. His face was extremely pale, and he was panting like a cow. He couldn't imagine that Qin Tian's power was so powerful that he could not lose in the first power competition. .
Yang Biao has been abandoned.
Qin Tian stepped on Yang Biao's chest and roared, "Old thief Yang Hong, get out of me..."