Chapter 1242 No Matter How Skilled You Are, You Are Still Afraid of Kitchen Knives!
Damn, this is the first time I've fought Moxiu, so I'm really nervous.
Yang Zhen carried the Da Que sword and walked around Shuya, thinking about the angle of attack.
"Fellow Kowloon, is there anything you should pay attention to when fighting with Moxiu?"
After turning around for a long while, Yang Zhen turned to Ping Jiulong and asked.
Hearing this, Jiulong showed a wry smile on his face. There are still a few things that need attention, and he just took this opportunity to talk to Yang Zhen.
Who knew that before Jiulong could speak, he heard Yang Zhen muttering, as if talking to himself.
"Dig the grass, should I go straight up and cut it when my arms are rounded, or should I call out a few words of the name of a martial skill to increase my momentum? This is the first time I have fought with Moxiu, and I don't know if it is right or not, whether the posture is handsome or not. I should have bought a copy of the manual to take a look."
Yang Zhen's voice was not loud, but everyone present was of some cultivation level, and almost all of them heard it, without missing a word.
The corners of everyone's mouths began to twitch, and Hua Youyue and Han Yan'er burst out laughing.
"He's the one who talks too much!" Han Yan'er pursed her lips and glared at Yang Zhen, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her.
Obviously, after Yang Zhen said these words, the worries in the hearts of the two people were a little less.
This bastard Yang Zhen is still in the mood to joke, so he must be sure that at least he won't die in Shuya's hands.
The cheap cat listened to it with bright eyes, and said to Yang Zhen: "Boy, there is something you need to pay attention to."
Yang Zhen was taken aback, turned around and looked at the cheap cat and asked, "Where is it?"
The cheap cat pondered for a moment, and then said solemnly: "Don't always poke flowers, you are still a demon after all, give others a little face."
"roll!"
Yang Zhen glared: "How far away is this Sao Sheng!"
Roar--!
This was not roared by the cheap cat, but by Shuya, his eyes turned blood red, and the black air waves on his body were tinged with blood.
Obviously, Shuya has been angered by the two bastards Yang Zhen and Jianmao.
"You bastard, if I don't kill you today, I swear I won't be human. Even if there are nine dragons by my side, even if there are hundreds of human monks besieging me, I will let you die today."
Rumble!
The terrifying air waves tossed the river and the sea, and countless black air turned into sword lights, rushing towards Yang Zhen.
The terrifying aura of tearing apart the space caused everyone who saw it to take a deep breath, and rushed to the distance in a hurry.
But fleeing back and forth, after all, everyone knew the danger of the demonic energy, just like Shuya couldn't let Yang Zhen go today, and it was impossible for the many Taoists present to let the Demon Lord Shuya leave.
If Shuya escapes today, the consequences may be disastrous.
When many monks dispersed, they faintly surrounded Shuya, sealing off all his escape routes.
Yang Zhen didn't notice this, and when he saw Shuya rushing up, he burst into laughter, and with a bang of the big missing sword in his hand, a terrifying air wave erupted, pointed at Shuya, and said, "Didn't your mother tell you not to go out when you go out?" Do you want to set a flag casually?"
boom--!
As soon as the words fell, Yang Zhen also jumped up, and amidst the turbulent air waves on his body, waves of terrifying black golden aura shot up into the sky.
Are you kidding me, is this Sao Saint also in the realm of the Holy Venerable?
In the same realm, this Sao Sheng has never encountered any strong opponents, how long does your Demon Lord have a head?
Jiulong on the side sneered again and again, staring at Shuya and jumping up to join the battle group.
boom!
The sky and the earth were in turmoil, the laws roared, and terrifying waves of laws fluctuated in mid-air like tides.
Yang Zhen was shaken back, and said to the Nine Dragon Lord who also fell back, "Isn't it a little unnatural for the two of us to bully a Demon Lord?"
The Nine Dragon Lord pondered for a moment, then said solemnly: "I think it's okay."
Yang Zhen laughed loudly and said, "Like me, I also think it's okay!"
The two looked at each other, then rushed towards Shuya shamelessly again.
During the confrontation just now, although Yang Zhen and Jiulong were blown away, Shuya obviously didn't get any benefits. He retreated thousands of feet before stopping, his whole body was full of energy and blood, and he looked at Yang Zhen with a strange face, his eyes widened. Murderous intent filled the air.
"Be careful, boy, Shuya has made a murderous move."
Jiulong reminded Yang Zhen from the side.
Yang Zhen waved his hand and said, "I even killed a duck, eat me with a sword!"
With Yang Zhen's speed at this time, the great sage present couldn't see how Yang Zhen rushed to Shuya's side at all, it was too fast, almost a distance of thousands of feet was spanned in just one step.
The black energy of the big missing sword in his hand flourished, while the evil shadow Hei Tie roared and roared, the black energy that covered the sky and the sun enveloped Yang Zhen.
Roar!
An earth-shattering roar came, but Yang Zhen's expression was frozen.
In an instant, a black light flashed past Yang Zhen's side, and Yang Zhen's jaw was shaken, and a bad feeling came from him.
boom--!
The space was torn apart, and Yang Zhen was thrown away by the huge impact. Shuya also didn't feel well, but the gloomy smile on his face became even weirder.
Yang Zhen stared blankly at the Da Que sword in his hand, his face was full of mother's criticism.
broken!
The Da Que sword that has been following Yang Zhen like a brother was broken by the bastard Shu Ya.
A trace of anger flashed across Yang Zhen's face, he stared at Shuya and said, "Brother, you are finished, the last person who made me angry may have already been reincarnated."
Shuya laughed loudly, the black light flickered in his hand, and terrifying sword lights descended from the sky, surrounding him.
"Boy, although the holy weapon in your hand is good, how can it be the opponent of the treasure of heaven and earth, this sword did not kill you, the deity is already a little surprised, but if you can survive the next sword..."
"You're bragging again, can you die if you don't brag!"
Yang Zhen jumped up and rushed towards Shuya.
A look of disdain appeared on Shuya's face, and the pitch-black long sword in his hand suddenly turned into a black line, piercing through the air in an instant, and fragments of the void flew around.
"Little friend Yang, be careful, you are invincible!"
Jiulong's expression changed, and he rushed towards Yang Zhen in a hurry.
The treasure of heaven and earth cannot be compared with holy soldiers. In fact, Yang Zhen's strength is not inferior to that of Jiulong Shengzun or Mozun Shuya, but the big missing sword in his hand is really not enough.
Yang Zhen didn't seem to hear Jiulong's words, his speed didn't slow down, and he slammed into Shuya directly the next moment.
Shuya's complexion changed, he sneered, and said, "What a joke, a Daoist wants to compare physical strength with this deity?"
Saying that, Shuya laughed loudly, and casually put away the jet-black treasure of heaven and earth in his hand. Amidst the roar, his figure swelled against the wind, breaking through three feet in the blink of an eye.
Two terrifying fists flickering with black light slammed towards Yang Zhen, knocking Yang Zhen into a daze.
"Who wants to compete with you in physical strength?"
Yang Zhen blinked at Shuya, and took out the Xingquan sword casually.
"I still have a sword!"
"you!"
Shuya's face changed drastically, and it was too late to react at this moment.
With Yang Zhen's speed, he slashed at the two pairs of fists with one sword, and the blood burst out immediately.
No matter how skilled you are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives!
Jiulong froze in place, looking at Shuya like a fool.
This guy was the one who despicably and shamelessly plotted against Empress Fengyu?
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