Chapter 2917 Battle of the Shrine (23): Self-Righteous

But before the light of the oracle was formed, it was shattered by Yang Xuanzang's sword. The terrifying sword energy blasted down and struck Zixin's arm, enveloping her whole body.

"what!--"

Zi Xin let out a scream and was blown away by a sword. Countless sword marks burst out on her body, her entire right arm was completely abolished, and she was wounded all over in an instant.

She exclaimed angrily, "Why?!"

Yang Xuanzang sneered and said, "Just pretend, with Zi Xin's cultivation, I can't stop my sneak attack at all. If you don't die, you will be seriously injured. Although your injuries look terrible, in fact they are not very serious."

Zi Xin roared angrily: "Just because of this? You are not afraid to kill me at once, only to find out that I am real?"

Yang Xuanzang said: "This sword is just more confirmation. The first sentence you called me, I knew you were fake, because Zixin didn't know me at all."

Zi Xin said in a daze: "This, how is it possible? I clearly captured Zi Xin's information from your brainwaves, and the character transformed according to your brainwaves can't be wrong. She obviously has a lot of past with you. intersection."

Yang Xuanzang sneered and said, "A self-righteous thing, silly-D, right?"

Too lazy to explain, he slashed with a sword again, and countless ghostly auras swirled around the sword aura, and accompanied by six phantom flames, forming a hellish scene, which complemented the environment of this large formation.

"Purple Heart" gritted her teeth and shouted, "Die!"

As soon as the figure flashed, it turned into a hideous man with a pale face, soaring into the air, but only one arm was left, and he stretched out his hand to grab it forward, and countless radiance like a cold moon shot out, Grab that sword energy.

The man's face was full of anger. Even if he didn't change his purple heart, he was absolutely sure to kill Yang Xuanzang, but now it backfired. He lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot.

"Boom!"

The two forces mixed together, stirred up the sky, formed a huge storm, and moved towards Yang Xuanzang.

"So strong!"

Yang Xuanzang's expression changed, he raised his sword and made another move, slashing forward.

"Boom!"

The sword energy traversed, splitting the storm in half.

Immediately, he had a basic judgment on the man in front of him. His cultivation base should be in the late stage of the eight-star thousand world, but after being severely injured by himself, he can only display the mid-level strength of the eight-star thousand world.

The man screamed strangely and disappeared in a flash.

Yang Xuanzang pinched the juejian in his hand, and a series of shining divine swords burst out of the void, circling around his body, forming a dense sword world.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a large piece of the divine sword exploded, and the light of the cold moon turned into a slash.

As soon as Yang Xuanzang's seal changed, the entire sword world quickly converged, gathered into a huge sword in front of him, and slashed out.

"Boom!"

The two forces exploded again, and the formed storm shifted towards Yang Xuanzang again. It can be seen that Yang Xuanzang is weaker in terms of strength.

"Humph!"

Yang Xuanzang's fiery eyes flashed, he made another sword art, and slashed towards the storm.

"Boom", the storm exploded, and the man rushed out from inside, shouting: "Death!" He grabbed Yang Xuanzang's forehead with one hand.

"It's you who will die!"

Yang Xuanzang stepped on the road and went forward, his eyes flashed brightly, he had seen everything through.

The man's heart skipped a beat suddenly, and he felt an inexplicable sense of extreme crisis, especially Yang Xuanzang's piercing eyes, which seemed to have seen through his concealment a long time ago, making him feel hairy.

The man stared at Yang Xuanzang's figure, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he yelled: "Dao step? Not good!"

With his grab, Yang Xuanzang dodged it with a dao step, and then the terrifying sword intent slashed down in the air.

Seven or eight kinds of powerful forces are mixed on the Hundred Ghosts of the Night, forming colorful colors, and countless gorgeous divine splendors appear in the sky.

"Damn it!"

The man screamed desperately, he grabbed it with his left hand, but his right hand disappeared again, and now the big sword appeared directly on his head with a stream of light, terrified, the strength of his whole body exploded to the peak, and a magical phenomenon appeared behind him, punching hard at That big sword.

As soon as the fist came out, before the strength was accumulated, Baigui Yexing had already slashed down, chopped on the fist, and smashed Fatianxiangdi directly.

"Boom!"

The man screamed, a deep crack appeared on his head, and countless blood and brains shot out.

The sword mark split from the top of the head to the face, until the chest.

"what!--"

The man flew out, struggling in the air in pain, desperately taking out all kinds of treasures from heaven and earth into his mouth.

Yang Xuanzang secretly said "It's a pity", his eyes were too firm at the last swipe, making the opponent see the danger, otherwise the sword would have killed the opponent.

He took back the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, took out the halberd, chased after it and chopped it up.

The man had one of his hands cut off before, and it wasn't a serious injury, but now his head was split open, and the sword energy entered his body. The injury couldn't be more serious, and if it was any more serious, he would die.

Seeing Yang Xuanzang chasing after him, he roared angrily and fled to a distance.

"boom!"

Yang Xuanzang struck the air with a halberd, and snorted coldly, the inside of this big formation is extremely strange and full of murderous intentions, it's fine for the opponent to run around casually, if he ran around casually, he might die.

Immediately take out the yin and yang mirror and sacrifice it to the air.

The mirror flickered, and a huge white light shone down, directly shining on the man.

"what!--"

The man screamed and covered his head with his hands desperately. The flesh and liquid in his skull continued to melt, and he died completely within a few struggles.

Yang Xuan kept the yin and yang mirror away, stepped forward suddenly, quickly made a formula with both hands, and cast the secret method to draw out the man's soul.

The soul struggled desperately, exuding berserk power, roaring, "You actually want to search for a late eight-star thousand world powerhouse, you will definitely be backlashed to death, and the death is extremely miserable!"

Yang Xuanzang said coldly: "I said at the beginning that you are just a self-righteous thing. Let me correct you a few questions: 1. You are no longer a strong man in the late eight-star thousand world, but just a dead person, or a Silly-D; Second, whether I will be backlashed to death is my business and has nothing to do with you. If there is a chance in the next life, I advise you to stop meddling in other people's affairs, but unfortunately, you don't even have an afterlife."

Yang Xuanzang opened his mouth, bit the soul directly in his mouth, then sat cross-legged in the void, and performed the soul-searching method.

Yang Xuanzang's face, because of the violent struggle of the soul, was continuously broken down into blood symbols, as if his face had been disfigured.

The memory of the soul was shaken out bit by bit and poured into the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the other six places in the formation, there was a black-robed man sitting cross-legged. At the same time, he had a feeling in his heart, and they all showed surprised expressions and looked in a certain direction.

"Sen is dead?"

One of them returned to normal complexion, his eyes flickered, and he said to himself: "Sen's strength is the weakest, if he can't capture people's brain waves and change into illusions that cannot be seen, he is not qualified to host here at all." Great array."