Cultivator: Fighting God

Chapter 1291 Beginning to Transform (6)
Ye Yang attacked completely unconsciously. Before the palm of fire attack stopped, he had already grasped the green soul sword tightly with both hands, and slashed down with a condescending sword. Ye Yang's breath was locked, and even the ability to move instantly was taken away, so he could only bite the bullet and raised the long knife, and raised the blade horizontally to block Ye Yang's vast blow!
"Keng!"

Sparks splashed everywhere, the air seemed to be burned by flames, and the elements began to explode. The surrounding mountains trembled violently, and the energy shock wave swept across the jungle. The position of Zhang Tianhe and others caused everyone to retreat one after another.

"This...is this Ziyu's power?"

Zhang Tianhe was stunned: "God! Once Ziyu fell into an unconscious fighting state, he would actually be so strong. It's too... so terrifying!"

General Flying Scythe held the sharp blade in his hand, and showed a gratified smile: "Perhaps, maybe the young master can really save the Yinlong Palace, as expected, Elder Qingxuan did not pick the wrong successor, the young master is simply the hope of the Yinlong Palace! "

……

"Clap clap clap..."

Blood fell from the air, and after being split open by Ye Yang's sword, Meng Xiong suffered a terrifying injury across his chest. The long knife in his hand was broken, and it was broken. He couldn't resist Ye Yang at all. However, the power of the divine crystal was still condensed on half of the blade, and Meng Xiong smiled sinisterly: "Stinky boy, are you fighting for your life with me? Hahaha, when I was fighting for my life in the human world, your great ancestor The Lord is not even born, so die!"

With a shake of the arm, the broken knife flew away like lightning, pierced through Ye Yang's chest with a "puff", and a pool of blood splashed out, not only severely wounding Ye Yang, but also broke several ribs.

In the chaotic state, Ye Yang couldn't even feel the slightest pain. With a demonic smile on the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Meng Xiong's knife-grabbing wrist. The soul sword contained the power of Vulcan's transformation, unexpectedly cut off one of Meng Xiong's arms abruptly.

"Ah ah ah..."

Meng Xiong roared uncontrollably, the whole person almost ran away, raised his legs and kicked heavily on Ye Yang's lower abdomen, the power of the god crystal was shattered without a trace, causing Ye Yang to howl and retreat, the leather robe on the lower abdomen The body was almost shattered by the flames, and the flesh was bloody. This blow was really heavy enough.

However, Ye Yang couldn't feel the pain, only endless anger. In the third stage of Vulcan's transformation, he didn't have any consciousness, and there were only two words in his mind - killing, the only way to kill all the lives around him Objects, this is Ye Yang's best way to vent his emotions.

"Wow hoo hoo!"

Dark red flames hovered around his fist, and Ye Yang punched, and suddenly a ball of energy condensed by the fire fist burst out, hitting Meng Xiong's chest and abdomen with a "bang", Meng Xiong, a god, howled miserably, and said in his mouth Blood spurted wildly, his consciousness was almost chaotic, and even the divine power in his body could not be completely controlled, and the power of the divine crystal began to slacken.

(End of this chapter)