Chapter 172

"No... no... no..."

Yang Jiao and Yang Jian watched as Yu Hua's knife was raised and rushed towards him crazily. They didn't even breathe. The Qimei stick had already hit Yu Hua's chest.

However, it's too late!

"Poof..."

The sound of blood splashing out, even in such a noisy battlefield, can be heard clearly by Yang Jian and Yang Jiao.

Li Jing's head is dripping with blood, which is falling at their feet. The blood is stained on their trouser legs, with some warm and fishy smell. Their mouths were wide open and their eyes were round. They looked at Li Jing's head under their feet in disbelief.

At this moment, heaven and earth seemed to have completely stopped for Yang Jiao.

"Bang!"

A soft body, he knelt on the ground. Staring directly at Li Jing's head, I recalled the promise I had given him the night before. Slowly stretched out his hand, with a little trembling touch this head. Yang Jiao Shua pulled his hand back, and then roared up to the sky.

"Ah..."

"Big brother, big brother, you calm down, calm down!" Yang Jian was in a panic. Looking at Yang Jiao, he seemed to have something wrong with him. He quickly went up and grabbed his shoulders and shook them to the ground.

"Go away!" Yang jiaomeng threw his arm, and the huge force threw Yang Jian ten meters away.

After throwing out Yang Jian, Yang Jiao didn't feel it. His eyes were full of blood, his hair was erect, and the iron eyebrow stick in his hand made him grasp a huge handprint from the middle. Staring at Yu Hua in front of him, Yang Jiao banged the Qimei stick on the ground. With this force, he slowly stood up straight.

"You... Damn it!"

At this moment, Yu Hua was not conscious. He stared at Yang Jiao, hopped and yelled, "do you dare to kill me? I am the great general of the emperor. I can die in the hands of Li Jing. You can't kill me. You can't break the Sishui pass, or the Terran won't let you go, and the heaven won't let you go. "

"Die for me!"

However, it was useless for Yang Jiao to say anything at the moment. His eyes, which were still congested, were dark now. His arms doubled in thickness, and he circled the stick around his body for ten times, carrying all his strength. The veins on the face burst and the blood vessels on the back of the hand burst.

"Boom!"

Qimei stick stabbed Yuhua with the weight of ten million jin.

Even the resistance can not resist, the mouse General Yu Hua so let Qimei stick hit. For a moment, not to mention the human form, even if it was who came, it could not recognize that it was a creature. A pool of mashed meat appeared on the spot, all over the body, from inside to outside, from bone to skin, all of which disappeared under the great power. It was smashed into a pool of meat mud by the Qimei stick and soaked in the mud.

Yang Jian was already stupid. He watched Yang Jiao kill Yu with his own eyes and yelled: "brother... Can't!"

But it doesn't work. I'm dead, but it's far from over. The evil spirit in the air slowly retreated, turned into a black smoke and disappeared in the void. The flag of killing souls hanging above the city gate fell to the ground with a slap. The magic God just vividly engraved has disappeared. It's just an ordinary long flag.

As soon as the vision in the sky disappeared, magic red and magic sea came running. At the first sight, I saw Li Jing who had been beheaded. Two people look at each other, in the heart secretly cry bitterly, over. They were sent here to protect General Li Jing. As a result, they were beheaded in the first war. How can we explain when we go back?

"Dad..."

"Dad..."

With two shrill cries, Jin Zha and Mu Zha, who were fighting with Han Rong, have already found this scene. They open Han Rong's Halberd of Fang Tian's painting and fly towards Li Jing crazily. Jump to his body, two people embrace his corpse to death of shake.

Han Rong has long had a panoramic view of what happened here. He landed on his silver horse and gently patted the revolving gate.

"I'm afraid it's almost the same today. You wait for the immortal to kill the general of Sishui pass. This matter will not be settled by the general. Certainly, I will report to the emperor and play to huoyun cave. Even in heaven, this man can't escape the blame! "

"Guilt? Ah... "

Yang Jiao sneered and glared at Han Rong with his black eyes: "you should also kill... You should all kill... Since you lied to me, you should pay for it with your life."

With that, he soared into the air and went straight up to the height of tens of meters.

Hands tightly hold their own Qimei stick, slowly closed his eyes, began to accumulate strength.

Yang Jian was shocked and roared: "brother, what do you want to do? If you kill a Yuhua, you can cover it. If you fight against Sishui pass, it's over. "

Magic ceremony red and magic ceremony sea also quickly began to dissuade: "General Li's Revenge in the future will certainly pay, you must not be so."

"Absolutely not."

However, it's useless for anyone to say anything now, and no one dares to step forward to stop it. At this moment, Yang Jiao's all-out strike, even if it was the highest cultivation of magic ceremony red, I'm afraid it couldn't stop.

"What do you want to do? There are tens of thousands of people and tens of thousands of soldiers in Sishui pass. If you dare, heaven's punishment will take your life in an instant. " Han Rong is startled and stares at Yang Jiao in the sky. The surplus of the mind does not mean that the immortal is a gentle man. How can he burst like this?

"Shua!"

Yang Jiao opened his eyes with rage and bloodlust in his eyes, and changed his gentle nature. At this time, the Qimei staff in his hand has been dancing, making people look as if a circle of sticks were held in his hand, as if a blooming lotus was held in his hand.

"Die for me!"

"Pa"

The sound of the stick stopping in his hands rang out on the spot. Yang Jiao raised his stick from top to bottom. Condense the whole body's accomplishments on this stick, and strike heavily at the gate of sishuiguan.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Bricks, stones, mud, blood, smoke, earth and mountains

The stick fell from the sky, and the shadow of the stick shrouded the whole sishuiguan pass. I want to know the most terrible consequence.

Under one stick, Si level.

Not to mention the Sishui pass, even the surrounding mountains were cut by Yang Jiao's stick for several feet. Tens of thousands of people didn't even cry out. In this way, Yang Jiao's hands were destroyed. Whether his soul could escape or not had to be discussed separately.

Sishuiguan, which was just majestic, was in ruins. Everyone was silly. Yang Jian just sat down on the floor and murmured, "it's over... Something's wrong."

Han Rong also looks at sishuiguan behind him in disbelief, and then looks at Yang Jiao, who is still holding a eyebrow like stick in the sky. Even though he is standing upright, his fear can not be dispelled in any case. He recommends a good friend's masterpiece: Perspective of elder martial brother. The elder martial brother is here, so it's not wrong to tease his younger sister to fight the immortal method to exorcise the devil.