The old man in Taoist robes used his magical power, and the sky was filled with the power of thunder.
Different from Liang Yan's Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword, at this moment, there is no trace of the artistic conception of swordsmanship in the air, only the pure power of thunder and lightning.
Rumble!
Countless thunderbolts as thick as water tanks struck from high in the sky, their power was unstoppable!
Yang Jianying narrowed her eyes, but did not withdraw the flying sword, but instead used her spiritual power to slash towards the sky.
The white sword light, like a Tai Chi arc, tore the sky apart and stopped the thunder in the sky!
In mid-air, countless electric lights came and went, illuminating the dark sky like daylight!
However, under the light of Yang Jianying's sword, these thunderbolts were shattered to pieces without exception, and none of the thunderbolts could surpass his sword light.
"Um?"
The old man in Taoist robes was taken aback. Only now did he realize that the junior in the Tongxuan realm in front of him was not as simple as he thought!
"You are not a monk from the four major families! Tell me! Who are you? Why do you come to Kunshan Region?" the old man in Taoist robes shouted sternly.
"Let's talk about these questions after you block my 'White Scale Sword'."
Yang Jianying made a faint sound, and changed the sword technique in her hand again, and the white sword light rose into the sky, like a slender aurora, instantly piercing the thunder and lightning barrier in mid-air.
brush!
The sword pill broke through the air, the thunder and lightning dissipated, and in just a few breaths, the sword light fell on the head of the old man in Taoist robes.
"not good!"
The old man in Taoist robes secretly screamed in his heart. He really didn't expect that this small sword pill could actually penetrate the thunder and lightning barrier he had condensed with his magic power.
However, he was still a monk in the Tribulation Realm. At this moment, he was calm in the face of danger. He raised his hand and patted the crane under the seat, turning it into an afterimage and disappearing in an instant.
The next moment, the light of the white-scaled sword flashed across the sky, cutting the shadow of the old man in Taoist robes into two halves.
"Sword Infant!"
The true body of the old man in Taoist robes slowly emerged in the distance, with a hint of fear on his face.
"I didn't expect that a mere junior in the Tongxuan realm could actually cultivate a sword baby. No wonder you are so unscrupulous!"
The old man in Taoist robes took a deep look at Yang Jianying and did not act rashly again.
Yang Jianying shocked the opponent with a sword, and did not continue to pursue him at this time. Instead, he looked at the man in white robe in the distance.
"Who are you? Why are you tying all the monks together?"
"I?"
The white-robed monk chuckled and said, "I'm in Dongyang. The people of the Wan family have offended me. Of course I have to teach them a lesson."
Yang Jianying nodded and said: "Can you please give me Wan Gaoming, my fellow Taoist? This man secretly planned to kill my friend. I want to avenge him with my own hands."
"It turns out you have a grudge."
Yu Dongyang glanced at the Wanjia monks on the red rope. These people had all had their dantians and meridians locked up. At this time, they were just lambs to be slaughtered, and they were all trembling.
Especially Wan Gaoming, who had just seen with his own eyes the power of Yang Jianying's sword, forcing his ancestors to retreat, and now he said he wanted to kill himself for revenge, he was really scared out of his mind.
"This, this fellow Taoist, would you like to talk to me? Do we have any misunderstandings? Although I have done some things to kill people and seize treasures, I can swear to God that I have never plotted against my fellow Taoist before!"
"Hmph, you have done so many scandalous things that you can't remember them anymore, right?" Yang Jianying snorted coldly and said, "Why did Bai Xiaoyun die? Did you forget it so quickly?"
Upon hearing the three words "Bai Xiaoyun", Wan Gaoming's face instantly turned as pale as paper.
"You are traveling with her."
"good!"
Yang Jianying sneered: "My alias at that time was Yang Tianqi! You took advantage of my absence to kill Bai Xiaoyun and took the Bai family's seal. Do you remember it now?"
When Wan Gaoming heard this, he was so frightened that he was sweating profusely. He knew that his day was in danger, and his only chance of survival lay with his ancestor.
"Ancestor, save me!"
Wan Gaoming didn't bother to talk to Yang Jianying and turned to call for help from the ancestor of the Wan family.
The old man in Taoist robes did not dare to challenge Yang Jianying. When he heard Wan Gaoming's cry for help, he immediately turned his eyes and looked at Yu Dongyang in the distance.
"Junior named Yu, are you a little arrogant when you capture members of the Wan family in front of me? I'll give you a chance to release my clan members quickly, and I will spare your life!"
"Huh?"
Yu Dongyang's face showed a look of surprise, and he pretended to be confused: "Senior, weren't you fighting Brother Yang just now? Why do you have time to care about me? Let's do this, you two will fight again
, whoever wins, I will hand over these monks from Wanjia to whomever wins."
"Junior, do you think I am discussing with you?"
The old man in Taoist robes narrowed his eyes, a look of embarrassment and anger flashed across his face.
Nonsense! If he could beat Yang Jianying, would he still be timid here? He would have killed all three of them here with thunderous means.
Although the young man wielding the sword was only at the peak of Tongxuan, he had already shown amazing strength in the brief fight just now.
The old man in Taoist robes thought that he was not completely sure that he could defeat Yang Jianying, so he changed his target to Yu Dongyang.
After all, Yu Dongyang holds an elite monk of the Wan family in his hands, and is also the hope of the next generation of the Wan family.
"unlucky!"
The old man in Taoist robes cursed secretly, and flew away from Yang Jianying without leaving a trace, flying in the direction of Yu Dongyang.
In his opinion, it is simply impossible to challenge the ancestors in the Transformation Realm with the cultivation level of Tongxuan Realm. The reason why Yang Jianying can do it is because he has become a sword infant.
Swordsman monks are scarce, and only one in ten thousand can become a Sword Infant. Under such circumstances, it is not surprising that the challenge is beyond the level.
But this is just a very rare case after all. In the entire Kunshan Region, among the four major cultivating families, there are countless talented disciples, but none of them can surpass the challenge.
Let alone transcending levels, he couldn't even survive ten moves in the hands of the ancestor of the Transformation Tribulation Realm!
Therefore, in the eyes of the old man in Taoist robes, although Yang Jianying is a hard nut to crack, the other two Tongxuan Zhenjun here are just ants.
"That person surnamed Yang is not easy to mess with. I'd better attack the other two first. Since Yu Dongyang dares to hurt my Wan family disciple, I will use thunderous means to kill this person first!"
Thinking of this, the face of the old man in Taoist robes hardened. He hid his right hand in his sleeve and made a magic spell without leaving any trace.
In mid-air, hundreds of thunderbolts fell from the sky, and finally turned into lightning spears. As the old man in Taoist robes stretched out his finger, all these thunder spears pierced Yu Dongyang's chest.
"Old guy, you don't care about your descendants?"
When Yu Dongyang saw this, he smiled and did not dodge. He only lightly hooked his right index finger and actually pulled the monks from the Wan family over and blocked them in front of him.
"Despicable!"
The old man in Taoist robes was so angry that he cursed. Seeing that his descendants were all exposed to the thunder, he had no choice but to forcibly change the method and deviate the attack trajectory of all thunder spears three inches to the left.
The powerful force of thunder almost brushed against the fleshy bodies of Wan Gaoming and others. Many of those who were not sufficiently cultivated had their skins burnt black by the electricity.
"Ancestor, please show mercy!"
"Ancestor, have mercy on me, ancestor, have mercy on me!"
"Ancestor! I have made great contributions to the Wan family! Don't kill me!"
A series of screams, mixed with pleas for mercy, came from the mouths of the monks from the Wan family, which sounded very miserable.
"Useless trash, shut up!"
The old man in Taoist robes shouted so sharply that all the monks from the Wanjia family fell silent and did not dare to speak out again.
In fact, according to his original idea, he planned to take advantage of Yu Dongyang's unwary moment to severely injure him with one move, and then take the opportunity to save his descendants.
Who would have thought that this person's reaction speed was so fast, that he had already sensed the danger just after his magical power appeared, and this person's first reaction was not to run away, but to use the monks of the Wan family as a shield!
"Boy, you succeeded in irritating me, I will cut you into pieces!"
As soon as the old man in Taoist robes finished speaking, the crane beneath him had a close connection with him, and instantly turned into an afterimage, rushing towards Yu Dongyang's direction.
According to his thinking, since Yu Dongyang has thousands of monks as hostages, he must not be able to attack from a distance. Otherwise, his magic is blind, and even if he can kill Yu Dongyang, it will inevitably harm his descendants.
The best way is to attack at close range, shock the opponent with the powerful pressure of the Tribulation Realm, and then wait for an opportunity to take back the hostages.
After thinking about this, the old man in Taoist robes let the crane under his seat fly in the air. The speed was extremely fast, and he arrived in front of Yu Dongyang in just an instant.
"Death to the little thief!"
The old man in the Taoist robe waved his sleeve, and a three-foot-long bolt of lightning condensed into a sword in his hand, and then stabbed Yu Dongyang's chest with the sword.
"Ancestor Wanjia, what a speed!"
Yu Dongyang's face looked half-smiling, but still showed no sign of panic. The red rope followed his will, twisted in mid-air, and sent the necks of Wan Gaoming, Wan Hai and others to the sword of the old man in Taoist robes.
However, this time, the old man in Taoist robes seemed to have expected it. The thunder sword in his hand suddenly exploded while stabbing Wan Gaoming, and turned into a thunder and lightning cage, covering all the Wanjia monks on the red rope.
Stab! Stab!
The violent power of thunder bloomed on the surface of the cage. Yu Dongyang, who was still holding the red thread, changed his expression. He saw that all the monks from the Wanjia family he had worked so hard to capture had been locked in the cage, and a large amount of thunder power was directed towards him.
Call.
Facing the deliberate attack from the cultivator in the Transformation Tribulation Realm, Yu Dongyang seemed to have no way to deal with it. In panic, he could only let go of the red rope and turned into a ray of light and flew back.
When the old man in Taoist robes saw this, his face lit up with joy. He hurriedly made a seal with his hands and used the thunder and lightning cage to protect his descendants. Then he raised his hand and moved the thunder and lightning cage to his side.
After rescuing the Wan family members, he did not intend to go too far. With a squeeze of his left hand, countless thunderbolts emerged from the void around him.
As his spiritual power circulated, the thunderbolts all gathered at one point and grew larger and larger, until they finally looked like a giant ball of thunder and lightning, suspended in mid-air.
Without the threat of hostages, the old man in Taoist robes no longer had any worries. At this time, he pointed towards Dongyang with one hand and shouted in his mouth:
"go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the giant lightning ball pierced the sky and reached Yu Dongyang's head in an instant.
The next moment, the lightning ball exploded suddenly, countless thunder lights flew in all directions, and the terrifying power spread, causing the nearby void to shake with thunder.
Rumble!
The dazzling white light pierced the clouds and illuminated the entire sky above Wanshou City like day. At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on it, including Yang Jianying and Liang Yan.
Yang Jianying looked at the place where the lightning ball exploded, her expression did not waver at all, but there was a thoughtful look in her eyes.
But Liang Yan squinted his eyes, and an undetectable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Fellow Daoist Liang, you seem to have discovered something?"
Under the thunderous light in the sky, Yang Jianying suddenly turned around and looked at Liang Yan not far away.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Yang, why bother asking this question? Don't you already have the answer in your own mind?" Liang Yan laughed, with a noncommittal look on his face.
Yang Jianying nodded after hearing this and said slowly: "This Yu Dongyang is not simple."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the old man in Taoist robes in the air let out a sigh. When he looked up again, he found that all the lightning had dissipated, but Yu Dongyang was nowhere to be seen.
Originally, according to the estimation of the old man in Taoist robes, Yu Dongyang would not be able to resist this full-force attack. Under the bombardment of the power of thunder and lightning, he would inevitably be dead.
However, at this moment, Yu Dongyang's body was not found in the air, and not even a corner of his clothes was seen.
"how so?"
The old man in Taoist robes murmured to himself, as if he couldn't believe it.
The spiritual consciousness in his body swarmed out, and the huge power of spiritual consciousness instantly covered the entire Wanshou City, not even missing a blind spot, frantically searching for Yu Dongyang's whereabouts.
However, just when the old man in Taoist robes was using all the power of his spiritual consciousness to search the East Ocean, the thunder and lightning cage that enveloped thousands of monks beside him shook slightly.
An undetectable red light sprang out from the cage at an extremely fast speed without any aura fluctuations. It only took an instant to reach behind the old man in Taoist robes.
The old man in Taoist robes, who was frantically searching the East, suddenly felt a chill coming from the back of his head. The heavenly senses were instantly activated, and an omen of extreme danger arose in his heart.
"not good!"
The old man in Taoist robes screamed in his heart and no longer cared about searching the East Ocean. His whole body turned into a black light and soared into the sky from the back of the crane, intending to fly to high places.
However, just after his figure was less than three feet in the air, he felt his right foot tighten, as if it was tied by something.
The old man in Taoist robes was shocked. He lowered his head and saw that it was a slender red rope. One end was tightly wrapped around his right foot, but the other end was submerged into the void.
A cunning and strange force poured into his body, blocking his eight extraordinary meridians. At this time, all the spiritual power in the main meridians was uncontrollable, flowing downward spontaneously, and finally all was absorbed by the red rope.
