Four Hundred and Ninety-Eight. You Are Already Dead
498. You Are Already Dead
Yan Zhaoge used the method of flicking the thunder to push the green dragon sword in his sleeve, the sword light was like a dragon, rushing in a circle of thunder, with the momentum of a group of dragons flying out to sea, they attacked Jiang Xiong overwhelmingly.
Sha Luozong's martial arts are open and closed, fierce and fierce, and good at attacking tough problems head-on.
But if you encounter an opponent who is stronger, fiercer, and bigger than him, you will easily be at a disadvantage and be restrained everywhere. There is a feeling that no matter how hard you fight, you will not be able to stand up.
Yan Zhaoge's sword was faster than one sword, and the power of each sword was extremely solemn and majestic, there was no gap between them, as if there was no need to breathe back at all.
This gave Jiang Xiong the illusion that he was attacked by multiple Yan Zhaoges at the same time and besieged together.
In his bloodshot eyes, the fierce light became more and more intense, while the expression on his face became more and more solemn.
The other Shaluozong warriors, as well as Yang Chufan, Fang Min and other Lingxi Island warriors, were equally astonished.
Under extreme astonishment, the fight between them was no longer so fierce, everyone devoted a considerable part of their attention, watching the scene where Yan Zhaoge beat Jiang Xiong back step by step, everyone couldn't help being dumbfounded.
Fang Min asked blankly: "Uncle Yang, he...he seems to be fighting with bare hands against Jiang Xiong who has already driven the spirit soldiers?"
Yang Chufan was equally dull: "That's right..."
No matter how surprised the onlookers were, they couldn't match the intuition that Jiang Xiong felt when he faced Yan Zhaoge's edge.
He gritted his teeth, and suddenly held the knife in both hands, and a strange brilliance suddenly appeared on the gray-white bone blade in his hand.
As Jiang Xiong raised the saber high above his head, a strong evil spirit converged on Daofeng and him.
The evil spirit of true energy combined with Jiang Xiong's martial arts sword intent, turned the virtual into reality, and turned into a pair of bone armor on his body.
The bone knife in his hand also became extremely huge, like a sky-opening giant blade.
Both the black wind and the red blood were absorbed into the bones at this moment, making the evil spirit of the bones even more violent.
Jiang Xiong let out a muffled roar, and the blade slashed at Yan Zhaoge again!
Shaluo Sect's supreme unique skill, the Youluo White Bone Knife that is even above Xuanwu Sword Qi and Blood Sea Sword Qi!
The ferocious saber gesture and ferocious evil spirit made the heaven and the earth seem to resound with a wail.
Yan Zhaoge looked at the knife without any change in expression, one hand was stretched out, five fingers spread out.
The blue dragons transformed by Jianguang are circling and winding at this moment, as if the muscles and tendons of the human body are intertwined, turning into a huge palm!
The shining giant hand directly grabbed Jiang Xiong's extremely ferocious bone knife with the momentum of supporting the sky!
The blade's evil spirit crazily destroyed this huge palm, but it seemed futile.
As soon as the bone knife was caught by the giant hand, it couldn't move immediately, and was completely fixed in the void. No matter how hard Jiang Xiong tried, he couldn't move the hole a little.
Not to mention continuing to move forward, but wanting to withdraw the sword and retreat, it is all wishful thinking.
Yan Zhaoge's palm was open, as wide as the sky and the earth, but when it was tightened, it was as if the sky and the earth had turned into a cage, making it impossible for Jiang Xiong to escape.
Amidst the deep roar, the light and shadow above Jiang Xiong's head flickered, and the eight spirit flowers shone brightly, as if communicating with heaven and earth.
He was driven to the extreme with his strength and artistic conception, but he was still like a mayfly shaking a tree, unable to advance or retreat.
The warriors of the Shaluo Sect were all shocked. One of the two masters of the late Yuanling period who besieged the warriors of Lingxi Island quickly separated and slashed at Yan Zhaoge, trying to help Jiang Xiong escape.
Although the other Shaluozong warriors were still fighting Yang Chufan, Fang Min and others, they were already in a state of confusion at the moment.
Yang Chufan and the others did not take advantage of the situation to fight back, and they all looked at the scene in front of them in astonishment.
"According to the rumors, 'Wusha' Jiang Xiong in the middle stage of the Yuanling, the buds sprouted and got nine leaves. When he was promoted to the late stage of the Yuanling, the nine leaves bloomed eight flowers, second only to the nine leaves blooming nine flowers. It has a strong foundation, so it has such a strong strength."
All the warriors of Lingxi Island looked at each other in dismay: "From what I saw today, we can see that the rumors are true, and the third among the top ten warriors of Yuanling deserves its name, but..."
It is such a powerful Jiang Xiong, with his spiritual soldiers, and the human knife united, urging the Sha Luozong's unique skill, You Luo's White Bone Knife,
But still lost to Yan Zhaoge!
Yang Chufan bitterly said: "We are both in the late Yuanling period, but I may not be Jiang Xiong's opponent if I join forces with those two great masters of Shaluozong."
"Where did this young man come from?"
The questions in their hearts are also the questions in the hearts of every Shaluozong warrior at this moment.
Yan Zhaoge turned a blind eye to the great master of the Sha Luozong's Yuanling late stage who was attacking him, and looked at the illusion of light and shadow above Jiang Xiong's head with great interest, looking at the eight spirit flowers.
"Well, both are eight-flowered, and they are stronger than that Hai Zhengjie." Yan Zhaoge smiled: "So, this person should have nine leaves and eight flowers, and that Hai Zhengjie has eight leaves and eight flowers."
Yan Zhaoge locked Jiang Xiong's Youluo Bone Knife with one form of Guangcheng Tian Palm, and with the other hand, he smashed the Blood Sea Saber Qi of the Great Master of the Shaluo Sect with a casual palm.
"I don't know what kind of cultivation is the number one master of your sect? Is he a martial saint?" Yan Zhaoge asked casually, "I wonder if there is a holy soldier?"
Jiang Xiong's face was covered with sweat and he was speechless.
Fang Min shouted at this time: "The Sect Master of Shaluo Sect is not a martial saint, and they don't have holy soldiers either!"
All the warriors of Shaluozong shouted angrily in unison, while the great master of Shaluozong stared at Yan Zhaoge and said in a muffled voice: "So what? The suzerain of this sect is ranked fourth among the top ten extraordinary warriors, the strongest among the sect Like a cloud."
"We admit that we made mistakes and underestimated your Excellency, but if you feel that you or the forces behind you can do nothing to this sect, then just let us go!"
"Be brave and leave us all here today!"
Yan Zhaoge laughed: "You misunderstood..."
Hearing what he said, the faces of Yang Chufan, Fang Min and others suddenly turned pale, while the warriors of Shaluozong breathed a sigh of relief, and their faces regained their proud and determined expressions, feeling that the power of their own sect had shocked this unknown A lone warrior who emerged from nowhere.
The more a lone martial artist faces a powerful sect, the more he shows that he is alone and alone.
Maybe there is no need to suffer at the moment, but in order to avoid angering the elders of the opponent's sect, there is often nothing they can do.
It's just that these Shaluozong warriors didn't dare to relax completely. The Lingxi Island where Yang Chufan, Fang Min and others were born in front of them was not inferior to their giants of the Shaluozong. If Lingxi Island sheltered them, maybe the young man in front of him would dare to take risks.
Yang Chufan, Fang Min and the others also had this idea, so they wanted to speak out in solidarity and embolden Yan Zhaoge.
But I heard Yan Zhaoge go on to say: "...I asked if your faction has any martial saints, whether there are any holy soldiers, in order to learn more about it, so that I can be prepared if I face your faction in the future."
"It doesn't matter whether I kill you or not now."
Yan Zhaoge shook his head: "Don't think too much, no matter whether your sect has martial saints or not, you are already dead."
As he said that, Singer Yanzhao retracted his palm, and the sword light condensed, and the huge palm that was holding onto Jiang Xiong's blade also retracted, dragging Jiang Xiong over.
Jiang Xiong couldn't resist, and his body moved into the hole.
Yan Zhaoge raised the other palm high, and patted it down with one palm, as if the sky was falling! (
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498. You Are Already Dead