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Zhao Yang's speed was so fast that none of the strong people present could react.

The moment the old man in black robe was about to fight back, he looked into Zhao Yang's eyes.

Magic eyes.

The clarity in his eyes disappeared instantly.

At the same time, Zhao Yang punched him on the head.

Brain and blood shattered all over the floor.

Liang Jingchu and the others were all dumbfounded.

what's the situation?

Wasn't Zhao Yang corroded by the power of death?

"Liang Jingchu, what's going on?" the head of the Ruan clan asked.

"This guy is a bit weird, and I don't know what's going on?" Liang Jingchu said in a deep voice, "Let's do our best next."

It was said that the patriarchs of the Ruan clan and the Xian clan took out the death scythes one after another.

Zhao Yang took out the Peerless Fierce Sword in a heartbeat, and then his eyes fell on Cang Lin, "Cang Lin, I'll give you a day, and you just recruited these four helpers?"

Cang Lin was a little confused.

what?

Do you dislike too little?

"To be honest, you let me down." Zhao Yang said here that the peerless fierce sword hovered in front of him, his right hand turned in a circle, and then he grabbed it violently, "The ground is a prison."

As Zhao Yang's voice fell, Liang Jingchu was horrified to find a circle of golden ripples around him, trapping him.

You know, there was no sign of it before.

Liang Jingchu summoned the death scythe and desperately moved towards Ripple

chop off.

Unfortunately to no avail.

There was a sneer on the corner of Zhao Yang's mouth, this is the supernatural power of a god-king.

Where is Liang Jingchu saying that breaking it can break it?

"Now it's time for you two old fellows." Zhao Yang held the peerless fierce soldiers and looked at the old Ruan and Cang clan elders with piercing eyes.

After the two looked at each other, they shot at Zhao Yang in unison.

It's just that the two soon found out that even if they joined forces, they would not be Zhao Yang's opponent.

Firstly, Zhao Yang's combat power at this time surpassed them; secondly, the level of magic weapon in Zhao Yang's hands was also higher than theirs.

After the two sides collided several times, Zhao Yang used the magic spell of plus sign.

plus one!

Plus two!

plus three!

With the addition of the magic spell on Zhao Yang, he has gone further in the state of the peak of the upper god state.

Holding the peerless fierce sword, he defeated the two patriarchs on the ground and retreated steadily.

Ah!

After three strokes, Zhao Yang chopped off the arm of the chief of the Ruan tribe with one sword, and the death scythe in his arm was also thrown out.

After seeing this scene, the old chief of the Xian tribe turned around and ran away in fright.

Zhao Yang stomped his feet and immediately communicated with the power of the mountains and rivers here, and the power of the mountains and rivers turned into an invisible barrier, blocking its way.

"Zhao Yang, give me a way to survive." The head of the Xian clan looked at Zhao Yang bitterly.

Zhao Yang stepped forward and chopped off the arm holding the death scythe.

Receive

After raising the two death scythes, Zhao Yang slammed his sword towards Liang Jingchu.

It's a pity that Liang Jingchu, a dignified disciple of the Xuedao Sect, died so aggrieved.

Then Zhao Yang turned and left.

The old patriarchs of the Xian clan and the old patriarchs of the Ruan clan were full of bitterness on their faces. After their arms were chopped off this time, their combat effectiveness would be reduced a lot, not to mention that even the death scythes in the clan were lost.

"This matter must not be let go." The patriarch of the Xian clan appeared, his face was ashen.

"Use all our connections to invite people." The patriarch of the Ruan clan said sternly.

The three clans are all ruthless this time, no matter what, they must make Zhao Yang look good.

Let's talk about Zhao Yang.

He came thousands of miles away and Bai Lan asked softly, "Young Master Zhao, the three clans will definitely invite more masters tomorrow, are you sure?"

"It's useless for the other party to invite ten or eight venerables, but I'm not going to go to the Cang Clan tomorrow." Zhao Yang smiled slightly.

"What?" Bai Lan was stunned.

"The Ruan and Xian clans are targeting me this time, shouldn't I charge some interest?"

"You mean...?" Bai Lan's eyes suddenly lit up.

Immediately, Yun Zhou walked towards the Ruan people.

When he got near the Ruan tribe, Zhao Yang began to recover silently.

When Zhao Yang recovered to his peak state the next day, he directly smashed the mountain gate with his peerless fierce sword.Shocked by countless Ruan monks

With a look on his face, he rushed towards the treasury of the Ruan clan.

Whoever blocked them along the way was ruthlessly beheaded, including the four elders of the Ruan clan.

After looting the Ruan clan's treasury, Zhao Yang took a cloud boat and headed towards the Xian clan's treasury.

"Can you still hold on?" Bai Lan asked softly.

"There is him." Zhao Yang pointed to the sword body that was silently practicing beside him.

After reaching the Xian clan, the sword body made a move.

Bai Lan found that the sword body was more powerful than Zhao Yang.

No matter who it is, it will be blown up.

The sword body returned to the cloud boat after looting the treasury of the Xian clan.

"We will join forces to destroy the Xian Clan when we return to our peak state tomorrow." Zhao Yang said lightly.

After Zhao Yang learned that the three ethnic groups including the Cang people were an alliance, Zhao Yang had such thoughts.

"Okay." The sword body's words are always so few.

Cang clan!

The three clans invited a total of twelve masters to kill Zhao Yang this time, and each of these masters was at the peak of the God Realm, and six of them held death scythes in their hands.

"This time, Zhao Yang will be killed no matter what."

"Our lineup can kill Zhao Yang no matter how strong he is."

"That's right, I don't think Zhao Yang can make any waves?"

While everyone was discussing, an elder of the Ruan clan ran over with a mournful face.

"Third Elder, what happened?

up? "The patriarch of the Ruan clan had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Zhao Yang broke into the Ruan clan and started killing. The soldiers of the clan couldn't stop him at all."

"and then?"

"Then he looted the treasury and walked away."

The patriarch of the Ruan clan staggered and almost fell.

The resources in the treasury are not all the resources of the Ruan people, but most of the resources are in the treasury.

"I'll go back to the Ruan clan to have a look." The head of the Ruan clan said and left in a hurry.

The patriarch of the Xian clan thought for a while and hurriedly called the strong members of the clan to rush away, but when they arrived at the Xian clan, they found that the Xian clan was riddled with holes.

"Zhao Yang, I will make you pay in blood." The clan leader of the Xian clan roared.

"Patriarch, what should we do now?" the elder of the Xian clan asked in a deep voice.

Should I stay in the Zongmen or go to the Cang Clan now?

"Let's go to the Cang Clan. For Zhao Yang, our Xian Clan has no meaning." The Xian Clan patriarch said slowly after pondering for a while.

The patriarch of the Xian clan must never have imagined that Zhao Yang wanted to uproot the Xian clan.

In the middle of the night, Jian Ti said to Zhao Yang, "Let me see if I can modify the Ruan Clan's mountain guard formation?"

"Well, you should try it." Zhao Yang nodded.

Generally speaking, the center of the formation is difficult to find, and the center is generally controlled by a master.

But now the sword body wants to master the center, and then use this mountain protection formation for its own use.

(End of this chapter)