"Fallen flowers blow snow, sword skills are superb, sword paths are sharp and sharp. The sword god smiles, which moves the immortals, Buddhas, ghosts and gods." Xiao Yang murmured without looking back, "This person has been learning sword at the age of seven and has been successful in seven years. Since then, he has never met an opponent. Now, you are lucky to feel such a sword."

Xiao Yang raised his arm lightly, and the seven-meter giant shadow in a white long gown behind him also raised his sword-holding arm. Then, a cold light flashed, and the black-winged roc that was speeding in the air instantly dissipated.

The power of a sword broke the divine form transformed by the thirteen black robes. The thirteen pairs of pupils hidden under the black robes all contracted at this moment.

Xiao Yang continued: "Heroic spirits have souls, but war spirits only have tricks. But even so, they are proud enough. Old Man Lu, unexpectedly, there is such a thing hidden in that wordless book. Thank you."

Behind Xiao Yang, the white figure held a long sword slanted.

Thirteen men in black robes looked at each other, and then they formed seals in their hands, and black spiritual energy continued to emerge. Just as the richness of black spiritual energy on their bodies reached a peak, the thirteen men in black robes all mutated, and their bodies began to become taller and broke the cloak that was draped on their bodies.

Xiao Yang also understood at this moment why they wanted to hide themselves in the cloak. After all, their bodies had already mutated. The faces of the thirteen of them alone were no longer human. Each of them had the characteristics of a beast on their faces.

Through their unique genetic technology, the Ancestral Rehabilitation Alliance can completely squeeze out human potential in a short period of time, allowing people to make rapid progress, but in this rapid progress, a lot of things are also required.

The figures of the thirteen men in black robe suddenly became three meters tall, and each of them had thick limbs, like a monster.

"Hehe, I deserve to be the King of Hell." The voice of the man in the black robe became even more hoarse, "This kind of attack intensity is really beyond our expectations. I am afraid that few people are your opponents in the God Fu Realm, but how many times can you use this attack method? Besides, it is in this spiritual dispersing array again!"

Thirteen tall black-robed men changed directions back and forth, forming a circle, surrounding Xiao Yang in the circle.

Xiao Yang smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Every war spirit has only one move, but this move is not something you guys like you can resist. If you look forward to it, the next move is called Piao..."

As soon as Xiao Yang said this, he heard a loud shout from the thick fog.

"Bold monster! I can see at a glance that you are not human!"

This loud shout was sonorous and powerful, full of energy, like a bell.

The floating fairy lotus disappeared instantly above Xiao Yang's head, and the white figure behind Xiao Yang was also gone.

In the next second, a bald figure wearing a red cassock appeared in Xiao Yang's eyes. This figure, holding a whisk and pinching a handprint, came from the sky.

Thirteen men in black robe looked upwards, and almost at the same time, they opened their mouths and showed their sharp fangs at the bald figure.

"The trick of carving insects, I dare to show off my axe. I want you to show my true form!" The bald figure whisk in his hand rose in the wind and sang at the thirteen black-robed men, "The great power dragon! Prajna Buddhas! World-Honored Ksitigarbha! Prajna Bamakong!"

The bald figure kept shouting.

"Wei Tianlong! Tianlong! Dragon!"

The bald figure, with his own strength, kept echoing his lines.

The whisk swept across the thirteen members of the Ancestral Rebirth League.

The thirteen members of the Ancestral Rebirth League are not easy to share. Their limbs evolved into sharp claws, instantly tearing the whisk that was rising in the wind to pieces!

"Bold monster! Daluo magic spell!"

The bald figure made a seal in his hand again, and the torn whisk reappeared.

The thirteen members of the Ancestral Repair League all roared.

"Hmph!" The bald figure snorted coldly, "I dare to hold on with such a spell. Look at me taking you, I don't know the sky is high and the earth is thick, and I don't take me seriously at all. The flying dragon is in the sky! The powerful dragon! The powerful dragon! The dragon... the dragon!"

This time the whisk was so vast that it was like rolling down the Milky Way from the sky.

But although the whisk was powerful, it was still torn to pieces by the thirteen members of the Ancestral Repair Alliance. After all, these thirteen members of the Ancestral Repair Alliance are also powerful people in the God Fu realm. At this time, they will become beastly again, and their consciousness may become blurred, but this makes their lethality stronger. Unless it is Yang Shou Tomb, the top presence among the God Fu, there is really a possibility of blood abuse of these thirteen people.

The bald figure saw that his second attack was easily broken by the other party.

"Da Luo Mantra! Move the Mountain!"

The bald figure danced the whisk in his hand.

The thirteen members of the Ancestral Repair Alliance no longer sat down and waited for death. Without waiting for the bald monk to take action, they took the lead in attacking, exposed their fangs, waved their giant claws, and rushed towards the bald figure in the sky.

"Wow, ah!" the bald figure shouted.

Just when Xiao Yang thought the monk was going to use his ultimate move, he saw that the monk's painting style changed.

"Brother, save me! These people are too fierce, I can't beat them!"

The bald figure smeared oil on the soles of his feet and rushed towards Xiao Yang.

When the bald figure rushed forward, Xiao Yang saw clearly that this guy's round figure was still hidden in his pocket in his cassock and half of his chicken legs were exposed. His pair of eyes that were constantly circling were not all dingding, who was it?

"Why have you become a monk?" Xiao Yang looked at Ding Ding with a strange look on his head, all of whom had six ring scars burned.

"Brother, let me tell you again, run away!" Quan Dingding stretched out his greasy hand. Obviously, before the fight just now, this guy was holding a chicken leg.

The greasy big hands grabbed Xiao Yang's clothes, and Dingding took Xiao Yang with her, and ran in one direction.

Although there was thick fog here, it obviously did not have much impact on "locals" like Quan Dingding. Quan Dingding led Xiao Yang to rush around in the fog. After running for more than ten minutes, he finally got rid of the thirteen members of the Ancestral Repair League.

"Huh! It's safe here!" Quan Dingding sat down beside a vegetation, gasping for breath.

Xiao Yang looked at Quan Ding Ding who was leaning against the cactus and couldn't help but stretch out a thumb.

"Brother, why do I feel like I'm so twitching behind my back?" Quan Dingding took out a chicken leg from his pocket in his cassock and stuffed it into his mouth. At the same time, he rubbed his back subconsciously. After rubbing twice, Quan Dingding felt something was wrong. When he looked behind him, his face suddenly became particularly ugly.
Chapter completed!