Chapter 1097 You Were so Embarrassed when You Were Beaten!

"You... you scolded me?"

The son of Yaoguang had an unbelievable look on his face, and he looked at Yang Zhen in shock, apparently he didn't expect Yang Zhen to dare to curse.

Diao Wutian was so angry that his beard blew up. Just now he looked like a fairy, but now he looked like a bison who saw the red cloth.

But Yang Zhen ignored Diao Wutian and Shengzi Yaoguang, turned around and cupped his hands to Mei Wuhua and said, "Senior Mei, little Guliang can't bear to be frightened, I entrust her safety to you."

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, a strange look flashed across Mei Wuhua's face, she took a deep look at Yang Zhen, nodded with a smile and said: "Boy, I like you a little bit, I hope you can survive."

survive?

What a joke, in the face of the five great saints, even if Yang Zhen chopped off the son of Yaoguang with a single sword, it would be very difficult for him to survive.

Then again, Shengzi Yaoguang is one of the most outstanding geniuses in the courtyard, and his talent is stronger than that of Qingquan Shengnv in Sanshan Holy Land.

Such a celestial genius and a strong man in the holy realm, will he be chopped off by Yang Zhen, a kid in the ninth heaven of heaven?

In the current situation, there is no need for Diao Wutian and others to take action. Only Shengzi Yaoguang can kill Yang Zhen casually several times.

The cheap cat also jumped, jumped onto Han Yan'er's shoulder, and yelled: "Boy, when killing people, let's refine the Nine Realms Exquisite Tower by the way, what the girl said is right, this The Nine Realms Exquisite Pagoda seems to be of some use to you."

"let me try!"

Yang Zhen grinned, and under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, he pointed his sword at the Holy Son, and said with a smile: "Don't you always hope that this Sao Sheng will come to make a big fuss about the treasure appraisal conference, and now this Sao Sheng is like If you want, draw the road, do you go up one by one, or together?"

Seeing Yang Zhen's almost arrogant posture, everyone thought Yang Zhen was crazy.

Only Shengzi Yaoguang could have killed Yang Zhen many times, but Yang Zhen actually wanted to challenge such a great sage as Diao Wutian?

"It's over, Yang Zhen is completely crazy!"

If Yang Zhen can still survive in this situation, God may not be able to see it.

Diao Wutian frowned, and took a deep look at Yang Zhen, obviously not understanding where Yang Zhen was so confident.

With so many monks present, Diao Wutian, a great sage, was always embarrassed to slap Yang Zhen to death. Hearing this, he snorted coldly and said to Shengzi Yaoguang: "At any rate, it is the old time of the Holy Maiden of Flowers. Let her spirit be left behind for her to die." Fend for yourself."

Shengzi Yaoguang nodded, smiled at Yang Zhen, and said, "If you can be in my hands..."

"If you want to fight, fight, where is there so much nonsense?" Yang Zhen sneered, and while he was darting, a cloud of black light suddenly burst out from the Da Que sword, and the evil shadow Hei Tie roared up to the sky. A frightening and berserk force blasted towards the Son of Light from top to bottom.

Shengzi Yaoguang seemed to be used to sparring with others, but he didn't expect that Yang Zhen would fight as soon as he said it. When he realized it, the monstrous black flame had already come to the top of his head.

"snort!"

Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, Shengzi Yaoguang snorted coldly, and with his palms folded together, a voice resembling heaven and earth singing came.

boom--!

Under the collision of terrifying forces, endless waves of air rushed out in all directions. Yang Zhen was blown by the violent air waves, and fell backward in embarrassment, his eyes almost popping out.

"Damn, is this bastard so hard?"

Originally, he wanted to attack Shengzi Yaoguang with a sword, but who would have thought that Shengzi Yaoguang would react so quickly, and with just a gesture of palms together, he would fly Yang Zhenzhen away.

When Yang Zhen stabilized his figure, his face changed completely.

Behind the Yaoguang Holy Land is a round of bright lights, like a giant Buddha. It looks sacred and inviolable, and it makes people have an urge to worship.

What kind of weird martial art is this?

Shengzi Yaoguang showed a smile on his face, looked at Yang Zhen and shook his head and said: "Yang Zhen, I have heard countless legends about you, but in my opinion, these rumors of yours are too exaggerated gone."

Yang Zhen grinned, jumped up, his body was burning with a raging golden light, his eyes were fixed, he carried the Da Que sword on his shoulder again, and walked towards the son of Yaoguang step by step.

"Didn't that old master of yours teach you to use all your strength when a lion fights a rabbit?" Yang Zhen laughed loudly, and at the same time he jumped up, a roar of anger resounded through the sky!

"Array!"

Rumble!

Terrifying sound waves swept in all directions, and the fluctuations were more terrifying than the two people's power confrontation just now, blowing countless saintly powerhouses.

Almost all the powerhouses in the holy realm looked at Yang Zhen incredulously in mid-air, obviously startled by Yang Zhen's erupting terrifying power.

Diao Wutian frowned, his eyes full of suspicion.

Beside Hua Youyue, Mei Wuhua let out a light snort, and said, "Nine-character mantra, I didn't expect Yang Zhen to have such a treasure as the nine-character mantra?"

The peaceful smile on Hua Youyue's face gradually disappeared, and she asked slowly: "Elder Mei, between Yang Zhen and Shengzi Yaoguang, who has a better chance of winning?"

Mei Wuhua shook her head and said with a smile: "If Yang Zhen is nothing more than that, then he is no match for Son of Light at all. The Holy Son of Light cannot be boasted by the Holy Land of Yaoguang to have such a reputation."

Just as Hua Youyue nodded, her face suddenly changed.

Shengzi Yaoguang had a long sword with a cold light at some point in his hand, and as he waved it casually, sword lights formed a sword array in front of him.

At the same time, behind the Holy Son of Light, the light behind the round of Heavenly Buddhas was shining brightly, golden lights shining one after another, and countless Daoyi long swords appeared, like a round of heavenly wheels, exuding bursts of terror.

Yang Zhen squinted his eyes, clenched the Da Que Sword tightly with both hands, and with a roar, the dark golden light on his body suddenly condensed into a monstrous giant sword, and blasted at Shengzi Yaoguang.

"Mou!"

A dull voice came, and above the nine heavens, the sky suddenly became bright.

The endless sword light, as if coming from Jiuxiao, rushed towards Yang Zhen's giant sword under countless illusions.

Rumble!

The world was shaken, and under the tumbling waves of endless air, everyone subconsciously closed their eyes.

When everyone opened their eyes again, Yang Zhen was no longer in sight.

"on the ground!"

Suddenly someone exclaimed, and his face was full of horror.

Yang Zhen got up from the ground, but the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

It's just that this kind of smile can't cover up Yang Zhenxu Mi, and there is even a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

Yang Zhen is injured!

"Yes, this is the battle!"

Yang Zhen roared angrily, and rushed towards the son of Yaoguang again like a cannonball.

"Damn it, Ben Sao Sheng said to keep a low profile this time, and work hard again!"

"Is the Holy Land of Waving Light great? Is the Holy Son of Waving Light great? Is the Great Sage great?"

As Yang Zhen's words fell to the ground, endless waves of blood suddenly erupted from Yang Zhen's body, covering the sky and the sun, a bloody light seemed to cut open the space, rushing towards the Son of Light.

"The light of rice grains!" Shengzi Yaoguang stretched out his hand, and countless sword lights covered the sky and covered the earth.

Yang Zhen laughed loudly, and his clothes were ruined in the roar:

"The Ninth Dragon Elephant, open!"

boom--!

Two figures fell from mid-air, and Yang Zhen rushed towards the son of Yaoguang who got up in a panic.

"This... what kind of brute force is this?" Diao Wutian's face turned green.

"You look handsome when you are sarcastic, but you will be a little embarrassed when you get beaten up next time!"

Is the sword light condensed by Taoism amazing?

It's as if Ben Sao Sheng didn't enter the Tao!

"you……!"

boom--!

"live……!"

boom--!

"mix……!"

Boom!

"Aw...!"

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