"Don't worry about this," Liudao replied with a smile.
Even without Zhan Ziyang's advice, Liu Dao would not intervene. Even if he wanted to intervene, he didn't have the ability. Now he can't even get out of the reincarnation space. His body is separated, leaving only a phantom body, which is also sealed.
partial ability
However, Liu Dao still released his spiritual consciousness, covering a thousand miles in an instant, monitoring whether there were any other enemies coming.
Akabane nodded heavily. He believed in Zhan Ziyang's strength that he could escape even if he lost to Xuanhuangzi. Besides, he didn't think that Zhan Ziyang would lose.
But Akabane still said "Uh-huh" a little worriedly, which seemed to mean to be careful.
Zhan Ziyang glanced at Chi Yu with a smile, nodded, and his eyes instantly condensed. The aura in his body suddenly climbed to the highest point, and the fighting spirit burning like a flame surged out of his blood in an instant, and he strode down the bluestone.
, waiting for Xuanhuangzi’s arrival
"Whoosh!"
The flying sword under Xuanhuangzi's feet accelerated sharply, and instantly landed three feet in front of Zhan Ziyang. He asked with some confusion: "Are you waiting for me?!"
At the same time that Zhan Ziyang discovered him with his spiritual sense, Xuanhuangzi locked his eyes on him. He was originally worried that Zhan Ziyang would escape, but he did not expect that not only did he not escape, but on the contrary, he was waiting for his arrival.
Seeing Zhan Ziyang nodding to confirm his doubts, Xuan Huangzi couldn't help but become slightly angry. He felt that Zhan Ziyang was looking down on him, and said coldly: "How brave, you really dare to wait for me to come over."
Zhan Ziyang suddenly said with some sarcasm: "Why don't I dare to wait for you? Could it be that you really regard yourself as a person? Or do you think that I, Zhan Ziyang, am so easy to be slaughtered?"
Xuanhuangzi's expression changed, his heart became angry with shame, his eyes showed a fierce look, and he scolded: "Nie Zhan, you first killed your fellow disciples, and then defected from the sect. Now you are even more rebellious and regretful for humiliating the sect's seniors. I really can't keep you!"
Zhan Ziyang felt a little unhappy. He didn't think he had done anything wrong. If he didn't kill Nangong Yin, he would be killed by him in the future.
Moreover, everyone in the Qingyun Sect used this as an excuse to seize the valuable treasure from him. Naturally, he would not sit back and wait for the other party to kill or snatch it.
However, Zhan Ziyang didn't care very much. He shrugged indifferently, with a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "If you want to kill me and seize the treasure, just come over. Why bother to make those useless excuses? The real
Don’t you know the reason better than me?”
Xuanhuangzi's face was very ugly. He didn't expect that Zhan Ziyang could be so articulate and insulted him again and again, but he didn't care too much. In his opinion, Zhan Ziyang was almost dead now, and his murderous aura rose sharply.
He said with a sneer: "Okay, since you want to die so much, then I will help you and send you on your way."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xuanhuangzi's figure flashed, and he rushed forward. A layer of golden light appeared on his palm, and he quickly pressed it towards Zhan Ziyang.
Zhan Ziyang's complexion changed slightly, feeling the cold murderous aura, and he did not dare to be careless at all. The Yin spirit energy in his body boiled instantly, and formed a set of black armor with metallic luster out of his body.
The Yin-Yang Holy Sword and the Nine-turn Armor were also sacrificed by him at the same time and put on. His right hand shook, and the Yin-Yang Holy Sword stabbed straight towards Xuanhuangzi's palm.
Xuanhuangzi was shocked. Faced with the Holy Sword of Yin and Yang, which could easily break a middle-grade spiritual weapon and was mistakenly thought to be a top-grade spiritual weapon, he still did not dare to force it.
The forward figure paused violently, and then dodged to the side, avoiding the assassination of Zhan Ziyang's sword.
Zhan Ziyang's sword failed, and he stopped decisively. He stepped on the ground with both feet, leaped into the air, and turned back three times in a row, like a fish jumping out of the water, drawing a beautiful arc in the sky.
Holding the sword, he stabbed Xuanhuangzi's head straight from the sky.
A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Xuanhuangzi's eyes, and he opened his mouth and spat out a jade butterfly with a quality of seventh-grade mysterious weapon. It emitted a layer of golden light and resisted Zhan Ziyang's rapidly falling Yin-Yang Holy Sword.
The power of Yin Spirit in Zhan Ziyang's body moved rapidly, and was injected into the Yin-Yang Holy Sword through his palm.
The Yin Yang Holy Sword suddenly trembled, and black sword energy swirled out from it, like poisonous snakes, stabbing the golden light curtain fiercely.
"Crack!"
Like a sharp weapon piercing through paper, the Holy Sword of Yin and Yang shattered the golden light curtain without much resistance, almost crushing it.
"Bang!" The green jade dish broke into pieces in the blink of an eye, turning into powder and falling in the wind.