Volume 1_Chapter 889 Hall Master Yang, They Seem to Want to Challenge You

Chu Linguang's eyes swept away.

Good guy, the man carrying the heavy shield is also a real immortal first-class strongman, and there are really many strongmen in this golden door.

Compared to that divine monkey.

This taciturn man with a heavy shield seems to be even more superb in strength.

Calm and calm, he carried his heavy shield and rushed straight to Xue Gang.

Xue Gang saw his elder brother Xue Ya Lianzhan against two masters.

The body of one of the masters was smashed, and even the soul was impacted.

The other person was also seriously injured. Although he was covered in blood and paid a heavy price, he did not embarrass the Red Sea Clan.

So Xue Gang's idea is very simple.

Even if you die, you can't embarrass the Red Sea Clan.

Seeing the opponent, holding a heavy shield, it seems that it is not an ordinary defensive weapon.

Xue Gang knew it was difficult to deal with.

But he still rushed forward and punched his heavy shield.

Boom.

Xuegang's fist was red and radiant.

Where the fist was clenched, a vortex appeared, that vortex seemed to be a tornado in the Red Sea, endowing Xue Gang with infinite power.

The heavy shield in the heavy shield man's hand sank directly, and his body retreated several steps. His blood was surging, obviously he didn't take advantage of it.

It's just that the blood is hard, and the fist is also bloody.

Although this punch forced the man with the heavy shield back, it seemed to have suffered a great loss.

However, the blood is fierce.

Be fearless.

This group of people regarded them as alien barbarians, barbarians, and monsters. He wanted to justify his race just like Bloodfang.

They are not savages.

"ah!"

Xue Gang raised his head to the sky and roared angrily.

Blood boils.

The power from the Red Sea seemed to flow continuously. The bloody right fist, with no radiance, stepped out with one step, ignoring the man with the heavy shield's Dao Yun world, and greeted the man with the heavy shield with both fists and feet.

Xuegang's method is very simple.

It looked really savage.

However, with piercing eyes, Chu Linguang saw something unusual.

The racial talent of the blood gang seems to have something to do with the bloody battle.

The more ferocious it is, the stronger the power that can be obtained from the Red Sea seems to be. Under the package of that power, the Dao Yun shackles of the man with the heavy shield seem to be unable to limit his speed and strength.

for a while.

Xue Gang seemed to have become a god of death.

The heavy shield in the heavy shield man's hand no longer had a complete piece, it was basically sunken, and it was covered with Xue Gang's blood, even minced meat.

However, the two arms of the man with the heavy shield seemed to be broken, and he couldn't lift them up at this moment.

When the blood just punched again.

The man with the heavy shield abandoned the heavy shield.

With a fixed gaze, his feet flew on the ground, and a Taoist seal grew from his feet.

Howl!

In an instant, a surge of sword energy boiled in the Dao Yun world of the man with heavy shield, and shot directly at Xue Gang like a thousand arrows.

Ahhh!

Xue Gang roared.

Fist waving.

The power from the Red Sea, as well as the power of the blood in his body, made him seem to be bathed in a solid red world, allowing the sword energy to slash him, and he continued to move forward bravely.

Without the slightest timidity and retreat.

ah!

When he rushed into the storm of sword energy, he punched out, breaking the Xuanmen seal of the man with the heavy shield. on the chest.

Just a bang.

The man with the heavy shield flew upside down, his chest exploded, and his internal organs were shattered.

With the skills of a true immortal, he will not be killed, and even his physical body can be reshaped.

But at this moment.

The man with the heavy shield faced such injuries.

Especially watching, when the red power from Xuegang's fist rushed into his body, he could only lie on the ground, coughing up blood continuously, as if he had lost his fighting power.

"younger brother!"

However, Xuegang is also riddled with holes.

Like an iron man, he stood in the sight of everyone.

All ten fingers on both arms were broken.

Hot blood kept falling.

There seems to be no complete skin all over the body.

That look.

It seemed to be the god of war returning from purgatory, which made Chu Linguang and the others gasp, even awe-inspiring.

Whether it is Chu Linguang, Gu Qingshan and others, they can see that the cultivation methods of the Red Sea Clan, especially the forbidden metaphysics, cannot be compared with the Southern Continent at all.

But their physical blood, and the power that is closely related to the Red Sea.

And himself, the attitude of not fearing death and going forward bravely can make every southern monk feel his scalp tingling. They are simply lunatics, as if they are existences that cannot be defeated.

"That's all!"

Xue just spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was full of disdain, his blood was boiling, although the wound could heal, but he was seriously injured at this time, but with his cultivation level, he could beat the man with heavy shield like that.

More importantly, he didn't fall.

Based on this alone, Xue Gang knew that he did not embarrass the Red Sea Clan.

He then returned to the crowd under Xue Ya's distressed gaze.

Other Red Sea powerhouses took out all kinds of treasures one after another, and helped treat Xue Gang.

During this process.

Their anger and fighting spirit are gathering and boiling.

Although there are only eight people.

But their eyes despised the audience. There was no fear in their eyes, but endless fighting intent. Their eyes even looked at Yang Likun, regardless of their cultivation level, even if they knew they were invincible.

At this moment, they all regard Yang Likun as their enemy.

If you want to fight, you should fight with the strongest person.

This is also their national characteristic.

At this moment, Yang Likun's expressions changed back and forth under the watchful eyes of the eight strong men from the Red Sea tribe.

Just two fights.

He lost three people, and these three people, in his eyes, were one against a hundred.

Unexpectedly, he was unable to take advantage of the two Red Sea people, and he could fully feel that no matter whether it was Xue Gang or Xue Fang, their strength was not as good as his.

But both were victorious.

His people have paid a heavy price.

Could it be that the so-called barbarians are all descendants of gods, otherwise how could they be so heaven-defying.

"Master Yang, they all seem to want to challenge you."

Elder Hu reminded.

Yang Likun wasn't stupid, so he could tell. To be honest, the three partners in a row were severely injured, but none of them took advantage of the Red Sea people.

But at this moment, he suddenly woke up.

He realized that if he acted on his will, they would all be carried back to the Golden Fan Gate and become a joke in the eyes of the disciples of the Baiyun Sect.

He said gloomyly: "I'm here to help you fight against these barbarians. Now three of us are doing our best. Let you, Bai Yunzong, handle the rest!"