Xiao Yang never had a very clear value in his heart about what kind of strength Zhao Ji was. When Xiao Yang was still only in the underground world, he had heard of the number one in the nine games, but he had never had a real fight.

Later, he was familiar with Zhao Ji, and he was also after he was exposed to Qi.

Zhao Ji is also becoming stronger at an extremely fast speed, which is no slower than Xiao Yang.

Xiao Yang even asked himself that if he hadn't been better than himself and had received more help, he would be completely inferior to Zhao Ji in terms of personal talent.

Zhao Ji himself is powerful, and now he is holding the ancestral weapon Kanglong mace. Xiao Yang doesn't know how powerful he can be.

The Kanglong mace can break through all the solid things in the world.

There is a circle above the grip of the Kanglong mace. When Zhao Ji rubs the circle, the entire mace body is emitting an irregular slight *.

Facing the Taoist who was slaying with two hammers, Zhao Ji pulled out his mace.

The moment the copper hammer and the Kanglong mace collided, it made a harsh sound, and the Taoist man felt a numbness in his mouth, and the two hammers in his hand were almost knocked away.

The strength of Xiao Yang and Zhao Ji were beyond the expectations of this Taoist. The Taoist roared and grabbed the double hammer again. He was not a weak person, and he fought with Zhao Ji again.

Xiao Yang stood in the air, his eyes were placed on the other two hills, and on those two hills, a breath that made him more afraid came.

Xiao Yang summoned a divine sword and threw it hard towards the highest mountain. This divine sword had the powerful power to completely destroy a mountain, but it disappeared inexplicably during the flight and could not get close to the mountain called Yuxu.

"It's over, why bother staying in the door and not leaving?"

Xiao Yang asked a loud question and raised his hand again. This time, countless phantoms of the divine sword appeared behind Xiao Yang. As Xiao Yang pointed out with a finger, all of these phantoms of the divine swords were slashed forward.

These magical sword phantoms did not disappear halfway through this time, but all slashed into Yuxu Mountain, but no sound was made, as if they had disappeared from the mountain. After ten seconds, Xiao Yang's face changed slightly, and he saw countless purple magical sword phantoms shooting out from Yuxu Mountain and coming towards Xiao Yang. These magical sword phantoms were exactly the same as what Xiao Yang had just shot, but this time, the target was Xiao Yang.

In front of Xiao Yang, a red war spirit appeared, and the red sword light slashed down from the sky, and with an invincible and invincible momentum, completely scattering the phantom of the divine sword coming from Yuxu Mountain.

"After having enough fun, go back."

Someone walked out of Yuxu Mountain. He was a young man who looked in his twenties, had long hair and extremely handsome appearance. He was definitely the type that could make women scream. His skin was white and tender, his fingers were slender, and he was wearing zither clothes, but he gave people a sense of nobility.

"You are Lu Yan's apprentice. I will sell him for face and not care about you. This Yuxu Mountain is not where you mortals should come."

As the young man spoke, he stretched out his finger. Just this action, the young man's figure had already appeared in front of Xiao Yang, and this finger was also pointed at Xiao Yang's eyebrows.

Such a scene was like Xiao Yang was just in contact with the air. At that time, on Guangming Island, the masked man from the Holy Heavenly Kingdom also made Xiao Yang fly backwards dozens of meters with a finger.

Now, it's like the scene is reappearing.

The scene is still the same scene as before, but Xiao Yang is no longer the one that Xiao Yang was back then.

Facing the young man's finger, Xiao Yang's body turned into a phantom and appeared again. He had already reached the young man's back. The purple divine sword in his hand slashed from above, and with the violent power that could unfold the mountain's sword, he headed straight to the young man's head.

"The speed is good." The young man made a sound of praise, and saw him stretching out his fingers and not even turning his head back, he clamped the power of Xiao Yang's sword.

Behind Xiao Yang, the five war spirits appeared almost at the same time. At this moment, all the five war spirits launched an attack and swept towards the young man.

Xiao Yang retreated suddenly, and the phantom of the magic sword behind him condensed and shot towards the young man.

Several violent attacks merged into the place where the young man was, and violent explosions occurred there. The residual power of the explosion caused the entire mountain to shake violently. Even the sea outside the green mountain was surging due to the power of the explosion.

Zhao Ji and the Taoist holding a bronze hammer stopped the showdown at this time to resist the power of the explosion.

The violent explosion rolled up a strong airflow. When all the dust settled, a huge deep pit appeared at the origin of the explosion. Even if the explosion occurred in the sky, it would have severely hit the ground.

Smoke and dust are everywhere.

Xiao Yang looked at the center of the explosion, and suddenly, Xiao Yang's pupils contracted, and the young figure shot from the center of the explosion. Under the violent explosion, he did not even suffer any damage to his clothes.

"Mortals are always mortals, and they cannot touch the realm of immortals and gods. No matter how talented they are, they are just ants." The young man said lightly. As he spoke, he had already come to Xiao Yang and then punched him out.

This punch was extremely fast, so Xiao Yang could not react. This punch hit Xiao Yang's abdomen, causing Xiao Yang to be bombed out like a cannonball. Xiao Yang's body had several mountains in a row before he could barely stop. It can be seen how terrible the power of this punch was.

Xiao Yang wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and he felt a swelling of his abdomen. If he hadn't reacted in time and protected his abdomen with qi, he might have been able to move his internal organs just now. But even so, now he could feel a strong pain coming from his abdomen and spreading towards his entire body.

"Master Yuxu." Lan Yunxiao stood there, looking at the young man in maroon in the sky, murmured, "How strong is the guardian on the road guarding the great road, who is said to be the closest to the way of heaven?"

The young man stood in the air, letting the wind whistle, but he didn't even move the corner of his clothes.

Xiao Yang coughed out a mouthful of blood, and once again condensed the magic sword in his hand. Five battle spirits appeared behind him, and then turned into streaming light. Red light wrapped around the purple magic sword in his hand. The yellow shield was held by Xiao Yang, and the battle wrists and combat boots were formed at the same time. With the blessing of these five battle spirits, Xiao Yang's strength was even greater.
Chapter completed!