The strength of Canglin Jiuyang is well known to everyone.

Before he died, he was already famous in the entire Spirit Holy State. After his death, he transformed into the Nine Yang Sword Forest to suppress the heroes and protect the Canglin family to this day.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he has the means of understanding the world.

Although this rebirth was successful, no one knew how many levels his strength had recovered, but there was one thing he could tell.

That is, he could not feel any threat to these powerful people in front of him.

He grabbed the sky with one hand, and the halos around him gathered in his palms, and a long sword with flames immediately emerged.

He held his sword and swept across the board, and the sword patterns spread out like ripples, burning all the countless soul techniques that came, and slashed heavily on an emperor saint.

The Emperor Saint could not even do the means of resisting, and his body suddenly turned into ashes, and his corpse was gone.

"Go to die!" A strong man with a golden light on his body rushed over and punched Canglin Jiuyang in the chest.

But the fist had obviously touched Canglin Jiuyang, but it exploded on its own in an instant, turning into flesh-and-blooded debris.

"Ah!!" The man exclaimed in pain. Before he could react, the fire sword slashed again and turned into ashes again.

People looked at it and were shocked.

It turned out that as the punch approached, thousands of flame energy swords were only the size of rice grains in Canglin Jiuyang's chest, cutting the fist into pieces.

What a sophisticated sword technique, what a strong sword intent this requires?

"Old ancestor! Let's help you!"

Canglin Qikui shouted, and a group of powerful men from the Canglin family rushed over.

But as soon as they approached, Canglin Jiuyang once again raised his sword and slashed them, directly erasing these people from the Canglin family.

Everyone was shocked.

Canglin Qikui retreated in shock, looking frightened.

"A group of waste, just watch from the side, don't come up. If I didn't ask you to do anything, you won't do anything! Do you understand?" Canglin Jiuyang said coldly.

People were silent and hurriedly knelt on the ground, shouting "Yes".

When others saw this scene, their faces looked particularly ugly.

Canglin Jiuyang is so cruel. Even his own tribe members are ruthless in killing. This shows how firm the will and how cold the heart is.

"what to do??"

"We...we are afraid we are not his opponent!"

"Too strong!"

"Is this the strength of Canglin Jiuyang?"

The sound of horror came one after another.

Many people are already afraid.

"Mr. Liang Yan, your Ten Thousand Dead Flames are powerful in the Spirit Holy State. Today, let's have a fight with this legendary Lord Nine Yang!" At this time, the swordsman in red said before.

"I am the only one, not his opponent." The man named Liang Yan said in a stern manner: "Unless the Blood Sword Master can help me!"

"Yes!" The swordsman in red nodded: "We can't keep it anymore!"

"Since that's the case, then we powerful men will take action together. No matter how strong he is, he is only one person, and he is still a person who has been dead for so long. Can't we even do anything to a dead person? Isn't it a laughing stock if it is spread?

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"You are right! Canglin Nine Yang is the legend of the Spirit Holy State. Today, we will kill him to prove the truth!"

"superior!"

An old man in black robe shouted, then took the lead and rushed over.

Seeing this, the other powerful people followed closely.

"kill!!!"

The howling sounded, everyone was in a strong sense of fighting, and various terrifying moves came.

"A dead person?" Canglin Jiuyang shook his head and said lightly: "Ignorance guys, I don't know who is dead. I'm still showing off my skills here and using some tricks and tricks? Sad!"

"You are the sad person, die!"

Liang Yan shouted loudly, the soul in his body burst out, the holy power rushed wildly, and after roaring the "Ten Thousand Desolate Fire Art", his mouth pointed at this.

In an instant, a terrifying flame spewed out of his mouth.

The flames appeared and turned into a crazy dragon, rushing towards the Nine Yangs of Canglin.

In an instant, the earth turned into magma, the void was burned, and the sky turned red. At this moment, everyone felt like they had fallen into the sun.

"You deserve to be called Yan?" Canglin Jiuyang snorted coldly: "Let you see the real flame!"

The sound fell, and Canglin Jiuyang opened his eyes and looked at Liang Yan.

"Episody! Lipin's Divine Fire!!"

Whoosh!

Two fire lights suddenly flew out of Canglin Jiuyang's eyes, like two bloody mouths, which instantly swallowed the terrifying fire dragon, and then hit Liang Yan's body like lightning.

In an instant, Liang Yan's body was ignited instantly and the person was swallowed by the divine fire.

"Ah!!!! Save... Save me!!!" Liang Yan screamed shrillly.

However, not long after, people were put into ashes.

Liang Yan, the powerful man, died just like that!

The people around me felt their scalp numb and their teeth were trembling.

Liang Yan, who used the fire-based soul technique to surround the Spirit Holy State, was actually burned to death by someone? It was like the Dragon King drowned in water. If it weren't for seeing it with his own eyes, who would have believed it?

For a moment, countless people were frightened and dared not move forward again.

"What are you afraid of?? Kill! Kill!!!"

The goatee-bearded old man screamed twice, and kept slapping at Canglin Jiuyang.

His palm technique is very strange, it seems extremely slow, and his power doesn't feel very good.

However, all powerful people know that this is an extremely exquisite palm technique, using stillness to control movement and using slow to hit fast. The more rapid the sword technique is, the less effective it is for him, and the more fierce the aura, the less it cannot cause any effect on him.

harm.

All the flame flying swords rotating around Canglin Jiuyang were shattered by the goatee's old man, and all the attacks and kills were resolved.

This scene finally made the terrified people feel a little hope.

"Mr. Yuan did a good job! Let's see me next!"

The red-clothed swordsman Xue Jian Dazun lit up his eyes and shouted loudly, and then he rushed over.

The others followed.

Canglin Jiuyang is attacked from both sides.

"How is it? Let's see how you can compete with me now!" The old man laughed, his eyes full of joy.

"It's just a clever set of palm techniques, but it's still a fancy fist and embroidered leg."

Canglin Jiuyang shook his head and waved his hand.

Dong!

The surrounding flame sword suddenly exploded and turned into a ripple and spread around.

The people around him were immediately shocked by the ripples and their bodies were slow.

Just seeing Canglin Jiuyang turned around suddenly, and waved his palm.

His palm technique is similar to that of the old man's, and it is also very slow, but he has a feeling of all-encompassing and magnificent, which is more profound and exquisite than the old man's.

"What?"

The old man's face changed drastically and he hurriedly took a few moves.

However, he was ultimately defeated by Canglin Jiuyang. He was hit in the chest with a palm, and he spit out a mouthful of blood and flew out, and fell heavily to the ground.

When he saw that his chest was charred, his soul was roasted alive, and his cultivation was destroyed...

"ah??"

The rest of the people who rushed over were shocked.

No one expected that the old man had a lot of advantages before, and he was defeated in a blink of an eye...

"It's your turn."

An inexplicable madness and excitement were revealed in Canglin Jiuyang's eyes. The fire sword was condensed and slashed wildly towards the people rushing towards him.

Scream!

Scream!
To be continued...