At this moment, Yang Jian's eyes flashed with a sharp light.
The punches and palms punched by Yang Gang and Yang Lie just now contained extremely strong spiritual power, but unfortunately, Yulong's own cultivation level was too high, and this attack could not harm him at all.
Even the attacks of these two people triggered the counter-injury of a treasured armor on Yulong's body, causing Yang Gang and Yang Lie to suffer huge backlash.
"asshole!"
Yang Jian was angry, and saw lines of blue spiritual power rising up from his shoulders, and these spiritual powers gradually formed a huge dharma image behind him.
The power of the Dharma penetrated the whole body, causing Yang Jian's eyes to flood with blue light.
"Give it to me, smash it!"
Yang Jian kept roaring angrily, and his arms suddenly swelled.
The powerful force was released in an instant, Yang Jian grabbed Fang Tian's painted halberd, and the attacking force hit Yulong again.
"Click..."
Yulong has broken free. The three Confucian brothers failed to seize the best opportunity just now. Now it is his turn to kill these three people.
At this moment, Yang Jian's Fangtian Painted Halberd was smashed down, even mountains could be smashed by this blow.
But Yulong reached out his hand lightly and shook it gently.
Suddenly, the golden wheel appeared and blocked the blow.
"When——"
A loud sound spread throughout the world, and then the golden wheel wiped Yang Jian's neck fiercely.
Yang Jian panicked. He didn't expect that this blow could be blocked. The power of controlling the dragon was far beyond imagination!
"call out--"
The golden wheel rotated, and the killing intent conveyed in it caused Yang Jianren to flip over and fall violently from the sky, falling into a deep pit.
"Is this the case for the top disciple of the Confucian sect?"
Yulong sneered and controlled the golden wheel to smash downwards.
After all, Yang Jian is a Confucian eldest brother, and his reflexes are still very fast.
Seeing the golden wheel coming, he ran away quickly.
"boom--"
The golden wheel fell and once again made a deep pit in the pit.
Yang Jian was suspended in the air not far away, breathing heavily.
He glanced to both sides, Yang Lie and Yang Gang fell to the ground, unconscious.
Su Li is also recovering, and he is the only one who can fight Yulong at the moment.
But he is obviously no match for Yulong.
"Yo? You avoided it. It seems I didn't misjudge you."
Yulong said jokingly, in the realm of spiritual transformation, every small realm has a natural chasm. This is the characteristic of spiritual cultivation.
Su Li's use of the Golden Light Spell to defeat the Holy Son of the Demon Clan was entirely due to Yang San's crazy carelessness, and he was defeated.
When people in the middle stage of becoming gods really get serious, people below this level are no match at all.
This is why Yang Jian feels so strenuous.
"If you have no other means, then I will kill you."
Yulong said calmly, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing.
"I am a member of the Confucian sect, you dare to kill me?"
Yang Jian was angry in his heart and roared immediately.
"Haha, if you don't dare to kill me, why would I attack you?"
Yulong raised his head in confusion, his eyes full of pity: "You don't want to use your status as a Confucian sect to suppress me, do you? Do you think I will be afraid?"
"Our Eternal Immortal Palace has been passed down for countless years, and Confucianism and Taoism only appeared after us."
"If I kill you, will I feel any burden? Will I be afraid? Do you Confucian disciples dare to seek revenge from me?"
Yulong's words are heart-breaking every word.
The Eternal Immortal Palace has risen again, and no one can stop them from controlling the rules of the Small Thousand Realm.
Yulong's words told Yang Jian that the Eternal Immortal Palace is the most powerful existence in the entire Xiaoqian Realm.
"you……"
Yang Jian was helpless and could no longer refute.
Here, even if Yulong killed Yang Jian, it seems that the Confucian sect could not say a word or avenge him.
If the murderer was a member of the Thirteen Sects, perhaps the Confucian sect would have dared to come forward for revenge, but the murderer was a candidate for the master of the Eternal Immortal Palace, and the Confucian sect would not have dared to say anything.
In terms of identity, Yulong's identity is the same as that of Yang Jian.
Yang Jian was killed by Yulong outside. This could only be blamed on his own poor academic skills. The Confucian sect had no reason to take revenge.
"Now, are you ready to die?"
Yulong said with a smile, and the golden wheel spun again, with strong spiritual energy fluctuations condensed in it.
Yang Jian took a deep breath and was ready to die.
But at this moment, a message sounded in Yang Jian's mind.
"Yang Jian, if you believe me, you will hold on for me for half a quarter of an hour."
Su Li's message appeared in his mind, and Yang Jian was slightly startled. He wanted to take a look at Su Li, but his intuition told him that he couldn't look back now.
"In half a quarter of an hour, I will kill Yulong."
Su Li's message came again.
This time, Su Li was talking about killing, not defeating.
Su Li would only say this when he had full confidence.
Yang Jian was confused, but he could only choose to believe it.
Now, no one can defeat Yulong, not even Yang Jian.
They, the proud men of the Small Thousand World, were completely crushed in front of the proud men of the previous era.
"For you, it doesn't matter if I hold on for half a quarter of an hour!"
Yang Jian said in a low voice, and then suddenly grabbed Fang Tian's painted halberd, and a golden power floated on Fang Tian's painted halberd.
"Fight to the death!"
Anger rose in Yang Jian's eyes. The life and death of his two brothers were unknown. At this moment, he must fight to the end.
"Oh? Are you still fighting to your death?"
"Okay, in that case, I will play with you. Anyway, in this thunder field, I am the only one who is the final winner."
Yulong laughed loudly and immediately controlled the golden wheel to pursue him.
Yang Jian was furious in his heart, and he also hit him head-on with Fang Tian Hua Ji.
"boom--"
Two figures collided in the air, and in just the blink of an eye, they exchanged hundreds of moves.
Su Li below was constantly mobilizing his strength.
He had turned into a three-foot-sized body and was trembling. The golden light spell spread on his body and turned into flames. Su Li's sword eye suddenly opened at this moment, and it was scarlet inside.
"The seventh sword!"
"Sword, open the Heavenly Gate!"
Bloody light burst out from the sword's eyes, and the mighty spiritual power turned into a bloody sword.
Unconsciously, the magic sword that was originally in the treasure ring appeared in Su Li's left hand.
The devouring power of his left hand greedily absorbed the essence of the demon sword. At this moment, the golden sword behind Su Li also completely condensed into shape.
"Pap..."
Holding the golden sword in his right hand, Su Li's eyes were filled with golden light, and blood spurted from the sword's eyes.
The left hand is possessed by magic, and the right hand is golden.
The brilliant blood color and the dazzling golden light intertwined, and Su Li's slightly curved back suddenly straightened, exuding an unprecedented aura.