"You...you scolded me?"

There was an expression of disbelief on the face of Saint Yaoguang, and he looked at Yang Zhen in shock. It was obvious that he did not expect that Yang Zhen would dare to curse at him.

Diao Wutian was so angry that his beard was blown up. He looked like an immortal just now, but now he looked like a wild bull that saw a red cloth.

Yang Zhen ignored Diao Wutian and Yaoguang Shengzi, and turned to Mei Wuhua and said, "Senior Mei, the young girl cannot stand being frightened. Her safety is in your hands."

Hearing Yang Zhen's words, Mei Wuhua's face flashed a strange look. He looked at Yang Zhen deeply, smiled and nodded, and said, "Boy, I like you a little bit. I hope you can survive."

Survive? What a joke, facing the five great saints, even if Yang Zhen killed the Saint of Yaoguang with one sword, it would be impossible for him to survive.

Then again, Saint Yaoguang is one of the most outstanding geniuses in Central Court. His talent is even stronger than Saint Qingquan of the Three Mountains Holy Land.

Such a genius, and a Saint Realm expert, would be killed by Yang Zhen, a kid in the ninth heaven of the Celestial Realm? In this situation, there was no need for Diao Wutian and others to take action. Only the Saint Yaoguang could kill Yang Zhen several times.

The mean cat also leaped up and landed on Han Yan'er's shoulder, shouting, "Boy, while you're killing people, try refining the Nine Realms Linglong Tower. Hua Yatou is right. The Nine Realms Linglong Tower seems to be quite useful to you."

“I’ll give it a try!”

Yang Zhen grinned, and under the confused gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, he pointed his sword at the Holy Son of Yaoguang, and said with a smile: "Haven't you always hoped that this Sao Saint would come to make a scene at the Treasure Appraisal Conference? Now this Sao Saint will do as you wish. Draw the lines. Do you want to come one by one, or all at once?"

Seeing Yang Zhen's almost arrogant attitude, everyone thought Yang Zhen was crazy.

The Holy Son Yaoguang alone could probably kill Yang Zhen many times. How could Yang Zhen still want to challenge a great sage like Diao Wutian?

"It's over, Yang Zhen has gone completely crazy!"

If Yang Zhen could still survive under such circumstances, God would probably not be able to bear it.

Diao Wutian frowned and looked at Yang Zhen deeply. He obviously didn't understand where Yang Zhen got such confidence from.

With so many cultivators present, Diao Wutian, a great saint, felt too embarrassed to slap Yang Zhen to death. Hearing this, he snorted coldly and said to Saint Yaoguang, "After all, he is the old time of Saint Hua. Let's leave his soul and let him fend for himself."

The Holy Son of Yaoguang nodded, smiled at Yang Zhen, and said, "If you can be in my hands..."

"If you want to fight, just fight. Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Yang Zhen sneered and leaped forward. A shocking black light suddenly burst out from the Daque sword. The evil shadow Heitie roared to the sky, and a terrifying and violent force came from top to bottom and blasted towards the Holy Son of Yaoguang.

It seemed that the Holy Son Yaoguang was used to sparring with others. He did not expect that Yang Zhen would start fighting as soon as he said so. When he reacted, the raging black flames had already reached his head.

"snort!"

Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, Saint Son Yaoguang snorted coldly, clasped his hands together, and a voice that sounded like the singing of heaven and earth was heard.

Boom! Under the terrifying collision of forces, endless air waves rushed out in all directions. Yang Zhen was blown by the violent air waves and fell backwards in a panic, his eyes almost popped out.

"Damn, is this bastard so hard?"

He originally wanted to launch a sneak attack with a sword and chop down the Saint Son of Yaoguang, but who would have thought that the Saint Son of Yaoguang would react so quickly and with just a movement of putting his hands together, he sent Yang Zhenzhen flying.

When Yang Zhen stabilized his body, his face changed completely.

Behind the Yaoguang Holy Land, a bright sun shines brightly, like a giant Buddha. It looks sacred and inviolable, making people want to worship it.

What kind of weird martial arts technique is this?

Saint Yaoguang showed a hint of smile on his face, looked at Yang Zhen and shook his head and said: "Yang Zhen, I have heard countless legends about you, but in my opinion, these rumors are too exaggerated."

Yang Zhen grinned, leaped up, his body burning with blazing golden light. His eyes focused, he put the Daque sword back on his shoulder, and walked towards the Holy Son Yaoguang step by step through the air.

"Didn't your old trickster master teach you that even a lion uses all its strength to fight a rabbit?" Yang Zhen laughed loudly and at the same time he jumped up, his angry roar resounded through the sky!

"Formation!"

Boom! The terrifying sound waves swept in all directions, more terrifying than the power collision between the two just now, blowing away countless Saint Realm powerhouses.

Almost all the powerful saints in the air looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief, obviously frightened by the terrifying power that Yang Zhen erupted.

Diao Wutian frowned, his eyes full of suspicion.

The serene smile on Hua Youyue's face gradually disappeared, and she asked slowly, "Elder Mei, between Yang Zhen and Saint Yaoguang, who has a better chance of winning?"

Mei Wuhua shook her head and laughed, "If Yang Zhen is just that, then he is no match for the Holy Son of Yaoguang. The Holy Son of Yaoguang has such a reputation, it is definitely not something that was hyped up by the Holy Land of Yaoguang."

Hua Youyue just nodded when her expression suddenly changed.

It was unknown when a long sword with a cold glow appeared in the hands of the Holy Son Yaoguang. With a casual wave of his hand, a series of sword beams formed a sword formation in front of him.

At the same time, behind the Holy Son Yaoguang, there was a bright light behind a celestial Buddha, and countless golden lights appeared. It looked like a celestial wheel, emitting bursts of terrifying aura.

Yang Zhen squinted his eyes and looked at it. He tightly grasped the Daque sword with both hands and roared angrily. The dark golden light on his body suddenly condensed into a huge sword and blasted towards the Son of Yaoguang.

"Mou!"

A dull sound was heard, and suddenly the sky above the nine heavens was filled with light.

Endless sword lights seemed to come from the sky, transforming into countless things and rushing towards Yang Zhen's giant sword.

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Boom! The heaven and earth shook, and under the endless waves of air, everyone subconsciously closed their eyes.

When everyone opened their eyes again, Yang Zhen was no longer visible.

“On the ground!”

Suddenly someone exclaimed, with a look of horror on his face.

Yang Zhen got up from the ground, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

But this kind of smile could not hide Yang Zhen's emptiness, and there was even a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Yang Zhen was injured! "Yes, this is a battle!"

Yang Zhen roared angrily and rushed towards the Holy Son Yaoguang again like a cannonball.

"Damn it, I told you to keep a low profile this time, but now you have to fight hard again!"

"Is the Yaoguang Holy Land so great? Is the Yaoguang Holy Son so great? Is the Great Sage so great?"

As soon as Yang Zhen finished speaking, endless waves of blood suddenly burst out from his body, covering the sky and the sun. A ray of blood light seemed to cut through space and rushed towards the Holy Son of Yaoguang.

"A grain of light!" The Holy Son Yaoguang stretched out his hand and pointed, and countless sword beams covered the sky.

Yang Zhen laughed loudly, his clothes were torn apart as he roared:

"Ninth Dragon Elephant, open!"

Boom! Two figures fell from midair, and Yang Zhen somersaulted and rushed towards the Yaoguang Saint who had climbed up in a panic.

"This...what kind of brute force is this?" Diao Wutian's face turned green.

"You look so handsome when you're sarcastic, but you look a little embarrassed when you get beaten up!"

Is the sword light condensed from the Tao very amazing?

It's as if this slutty saint has never entered the Tao! "You...!"

Bang! "Stop...!"

Boom! "Bloody hell!"

Bang! “Ah…!”

Digging grass, digging grass, digging grass, look at what Nanfeng has done, Wugeng, is this something a human would do? 　　 　 (End of this chapter)