Five Hundred and Eighty-Two. The Two of You Will Die More Miserably

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Before Yang Zhanhua died, his face was still full of shock.

He couldn't figure out how Yan Zhaoge dared to kill him, dared to kill him brazenly in front of his fellow disciples!

If it was said that Yan Zhaoge killed him secretly and then ran away to hide, although he didn't think Yan Zhaoge could escape death, he could still understand his behavior.

But now Yan Zhaoge deliberately kept him, and only made a move after his fellow disciples arrived.

In Yang Zhanhua's mind, this is no longer a matter of audacity, but of madness.

"How dare he do this? What confidence does he have to do this? Why does he do this?"

Even Yang Zhanhua, who was born in the Guangming sect, was highly cultivated and well-informed, at this moment, he could only feel the absurdity and unbelievability.

With that Martial Saint avatar? Yes, that's right, this clone of the second level of Martial Saint is extremely powerful, and there are holy soldiers with him.

With that weird bamboo branch? Yes, that's right, Yang Zhanhua has never seen such a weird treasure in his life, and defeating a low-grade holy soldier is like defeating a grandson.

With this dragon-filled palace? Yes, that's right, this palace can trap a martial artist like himself in the second level of martial arts for a short time.

But all of these, all added together, are not enough to support a person to make such a crazy decision!

With all of this, it is still unknown whether it is possible to get a strong man at the third level of the Martial Saint, let alone three?

Yang Zhanhua felt that his life was passing by, his pupils gradually lost their brilliance and lost focus.

The last scene that stayed in his field of vision was through the open gate of the Hall of Dragons, and three figures appeared in the distant sky.

Liu Feng, a strong martial artist in the third level of martial arts, like Jin Jie, is a guest minister of the Guangming Sect, not a direct descendant of the Guangming Sect, but his amazing cultivation is enough to run rampant in these eight great worlds.

Sun Hao, a strong martial artist in the third level of martial arts, is an orthodox descendant of the Guangming Sect. He practices the Sun-Moon Interaction-Thai Method, which is one of the three lineages of the Guangming Sect. It is also known as the Guangming Changzhao method he practiced, and is incomparably tyrannical.

Deng Sen, a strong man in the fourth level of martial arts, his own direct uncle, the number one strong man of Guangming sect who came to the eight great worlds this time, is stronger than Liu Feng and Sun Hao.

Yang Zhanhua believed that Yan Di from the East China Sea really had the rumored strength of a level 1 martial sage comparable to a third level martial sage. As long as Deng Sen made a move, the opponent would be unable to overthrow the sky.

Yang Zhanhua couldn't imagine how Yan Zhaoge could resist such three powerful players.

But all this has nothing to do with him.

The spear point of Beiming's avatar completely destroyed his vitality!

After Jin Jie, another Martial Saint double strongman, Yang Zhanhua, the direct descendant of the Guangming Sect in the upper world, fell at the foot of Guangcheng Mountain!

Everything is seen by everyone.

At this time, everyone had no other thoughts, and was so shocked that they were almost numb.

And the arrival of the three great masters of the Guangming Sect from afar made everyone's hearts tremble, and their minds almost went blank.

As the three of them approached, the entire void around Guangcheng Mountain was shaking, and the heaven and earth seemed to be under great pressure and would collapse as a whole at any time.

That powerful force seems to have surpassed the limit of the universe, and it is about to burst the sky.

The scene of Yang Zhanhua's death also fell into the eyes of Deng Sen and the others.

The three powerhouses were all stunned, they never expected that Yan Zhaoge would mercilessly kill Yang Zhanhua in front of them.

After the astonishment, comes the anger.

Yang Zhanhua's direct uncle, Deng Sen, the strongest of the three, took a step forward and arrived in the Hall of Dragons in an instant.

Wherever he passed, the void collapsed in pieces, and the light patterns of the Taiqing Great Formation directly shattered and dissipated in the air.

When Deng Sen set foot in the Dragon Hall, he directly aroused the dragon energy in the hall.

But Deng Sen's whole body was full of light, and he swung away the dragon energy, and hit Beiming's clone with his palm.

The Beiming avatar was knocked back, and Deng Sen caught Yang Zhenhua's body, pouring real energy into it continuously.

Yang Zhenhua's body began to emit rays of light, and his skin seemed to have returned to blood, but he still had no breath.

Deng Sen's face was as sinking as water, and his true energy kept stirring,

Try to reawaken the vitality of your nephew.

The continuous brilliance of the bright constant illumination method, and the enduring artistic conception of power, fill the four directions.

Liu Feng, guest minister of the Guangming Sect, saw the Hall of Dragons and felt the aura of a real dragon overflowing in it, his eyes lit up.

He also rushed into the Hall of Dragons, took a deep breath, and showed an expression of satisfaction on his face: "It's really unbelievable that there will be such an abundance of real dragon energy here, and it's not in vain to come down this time." .”

While pressing Yang Zhenhua's vest with his palm, Deng Sen said expressionlessly, "Liu Feng, kill all the people here."

Liu Feng raised his hand and hit Beiming's avatar.

Dashes of crimson light and mist immediately filled the entire Hall of Dragons.

During the sudden shock of the Dragon Hall, it seemed that there was a tendency to disintegrate.

The Beiming avatar was dressed in Aohan martial clothes, armed with a dragon scale spear, and the Beiming Divine Spear confronted Liu Feng without giving in.

But the crimson light mist, eloquent and endless, entangled the spearhead of the Northern Ming spear, making it difficult to penetrate an inch.

The terrifying light mist rolled back towards Beiming's clone, suppressing Aohan Wuyi.

At this moment, the vast ice sea was gradually dyed red.

Yan Zhaoge nodded slightly: "You can compete with my father when he first became a saint."

Liu Feng also sighed in admiration: "Good marksmanship, good skills, it's a pity, but you don't know the current affairs. If you donate your treasures to serve the Guangming Sect, you may not be able to win a good future, but you killed the authentic elders of the Guangming Sect. Kill a Wu Sheng Keqing, no one can protect you."

"I advise you not to struggle anymore. There is another joy in dying at the hands of the old man. If you let Elder Deng take action, you will die a very miserable death."

The crimson light mist transformed by his palm rolled forward, shaking Beiming's avatar constantly trembling, his figure fell backwards, and Aohan Wuyi faintly wailed.

But Beiming's avatar was not in a hurry, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Don't worry about me, I only know that you two will die a miserable death."

"Huh?!" Deng Sen and Liu Feng changed their expressions at the same time.

The gate of the Hall of Dragons suddenly closed!

Inside the hall, the space changed and suddenly turned into countless overlapping chaotic time and space, as if countless small worlds were superimposed and fused together.

From all time and space, a series of terrifying black air emerged together, like thick ink.

The extremely strong death energy was condensed to the extreme, and it turned into an extremely terrifying air of annihilation, filling the entire Dragon Hall.

The aura of silence turned into a terrifying frenzy, rushing towards Deng Sen and Liu Feng with the momentum of sweeping the heavens!

"How can there be such a large-scale aura of extinction? Such an aura of extinction can almost destroy this world!" Deng Sen and Liu Feng all changed their expressions: "This... the real dragon's aura here, They are all gathered after the death of the dragon clan, in addition to the real dragon's aura, there is also endless death aura, how many real dragons have died?"

Beiming's avatar, under the guidance of the Hall of Dragons, retreated into the chaotic time and space and disappeared.

Yan Zhaoge laughed loudly: "Death energy is always a hidden danger. If I don't clean it up, I can't let go of my hands and feet to use the real dragon essence refined here. I have been waiting for someone to help me prevent this catastrophe. Now I have decided to You two." (To be continued.)

...(Nine-headed Bird Academy)