Uncle Jiu: I punish the criminals according to the will of Heaven, and you say I’m arrogant?

This bastard is really becoming more and more inhuman.

Do those people in Yemao Mountain know that you are doing this?

If they knew that there was a despicable Lao Liu who was always watching them and was ready to use them like cattle and horses, would they regret spreading the name of Ye Maoshan?

"Dao soldiers, they are not worthy yet!"

"Go practice!"

The light in Yang Lingxiao's eyes, as he tightly grasped the book, became deeper and colder.

It would be a real waste to leave such a group of vicious people unused. As for his cruelty and violence, isn't what he is best at unilaterally reasoning with people?

I'm not afraid of them being fierce, I'm afraid of them not being fierce!

Don’t you see that the grass-roots gods under the command of the True Lord Xiansheng are all extremely vicious and cruel?

After all, he has inherited the legacy of the True Lord, so how can he ignore the configuration of the Grass Head God?

After concentrating and calming down for a moment, Yang Lingxiao once again came to the inheritance space.

He has already mastered all the boxing and sword techniques, and what follows are most likely the techniques and magical powers practiced by the True Lord. The thought that what will appear next may very well be the existence of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang magical powers that can be used at the slightest disagreement makes him feel intimidated.

Even though he was well prepared, he still felt a pang of pain in his teeth.

as predicted.

Before Yang Lingxiao could finish his thought, waves of cold and sharp air that made his whole body shiver, carrying tremendous divine power, pressed down towards the direction where he was standing.

In just a moment, the oppressive pressure that made people feel heavy in their chests became stronger and stronger.

"brush!"

Seeing the pressure from the void pouring down again, Yang Lingxiao summoned the Xuanyuan Sword, which he had been eager to try, without hesitation.

The sword slashed horizontally, and the void seemed to be cut in half by the dazzling sword shadow. When it collapsed, a place that looked like a training ground emerged.

"I heard you have great talent?"

A sarcastic voice suddenly sounded. Turning around, I saw three dazzling halos falling from the sky, one on the left and one on the right, each condensing into a weapon, armor, and battle robe.

The weapon flickered with silver threads, as if a real dragon was circling above it, with thunder and lightning splashing everywhere, and it trembled like a mad dragon.

The two red-eye dragon balls embedded in the blade looked like red dragons turning inside. The blade was slightly narrow, with cold light emitting from it, and the chill penetrated the sky.

The entire armor is silver-colored, and the scales are fine and delicate, like pieces of shimmering silver scales. The chest is decorated with the Qingyuan Zhenling Holy Cloud pattern, like auspicious clouds. The shoulder armor is decorated with the Tianyan Xiezhi, like a crouching beast. The waist is tied with a silver-plated light belt of the Suanni, like a coiled silver dragon. The feet are wearing water-patterned green thunder boots, as if walking on clouds.

The battle robe is dark in color, with silver patterns inlaid with gold edges, and the neutral thunder Bagua, just like the bright stars, domineering and extraordinary.

The robe is covered with silver threads and white jade, and the crown is shaped like three mountains and a flying phoenix with wings. It looks noble in its fierceness, as if the immortal king has descended to the earth.

Three-pointed sword, flying cloud silver armor, and black light silver patterned robe!

Isn’t this the standard configuration of a True Lord?

Who hasn’t dreamed of having such an armor and weapon when they were young?

"Buzz!"

As if sensing what Yang Lingxiao was thinking, the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand emitted a series of slight sword sounds.

As the golden light flashed, the same gilded armor as Yuwen Tuo's, which matched the Xuanyuan Sword, immediately covered Yang Lingxiao's body. The cloak was red and had a dragon on it.

"I know, I know. We don't lack these things, but we usually keep a low profile and don't take them out."

Yang Lingxiao quickly spoke in accordance with Xuanyuan Sword's consciousness.

"Bullshit, ants are always..."

"kill!"

Before the voice in the void fell, Yang Lingxiao, wearing golden armor, immediately soared into the air, and the Xuanyuan Sword flew out of his hand, carrying terrifying power and blasting towards the direction of the armor and weapons.

"brush!"

The next moment, the weapons and armor moved.

It was still the blurry figure, and it was still the mighty force that made one's shoulders feel heavy and unable to muster any resistance.

The figure wearing armor and holding a trident collided with the Xuanyuan Sword.

The collision of the gold and silver patterns stirred up countless waves of air.

The sword flew backwards and was held in Yang Lingxiao's palm again, and he rushed forward to fight.

The golden sword moves like a golden dragon, and the silver knife swings like an evil dragon.

The two collided, sparks flying.

With the sword in hand, Yang Lingxiao seemed like a different person. He became domineering, decisive, and resolute. His every move was filled with great majesty.

"Peng!"

He held his sword horizontally and mobilized his magic power to push the figure back.

He reached out with his left hand to grab the knife handle, bent down and kicked out, knocking the figure and the armor away.

The silver knife felt extremely heavy in his hand.

"Come again!"

Yang Lingxiao threw the trident out casually.

Holding the sword in his hand, he caused golden thunder to fall from the sky.

"Why don't you take it?"

The figure questioned, knife in hand.

"Do you think my good friend is not as good as the trident in your hand?"

"boom!"

The golden thunder struck down, and the mighty aura mixed in it fell on the figure with a pressure as heavy as a mountain.

"You are invincible at the same level!"

"What about the next level up?"

The figure shrouded in armor chuckled, his aura rising higher and higher, and in the blink of an eye he stepped into the realm of Heavenly Master from the ninth level of Human Master.

He rushed forward with a knife, smashing the golden light in the sky into pieces.

"boom!"

The sword pressed down, and the silver light condensed into materialized pressure that fell on Yang Lingxiao.

Damn it, you call this a higher level?

Did I pick up the wrong sword, or did I practice the wrong way?

The Heavenly Master beats the Human Master?

"Afraid? What do you mean by afraid? There is no such word as fear in my dictionary."

"Come again!"

"Buzz!"

Golden light splashed from the Xuanyuan Sword, and with Yang Lingxiao's urging, it shattered the downward pressure.

Although he is not Yuwen Tuo, he does not know what retreat means. For the eldest brother of a sect, shouldn't being invincible be the norm?

Tianshi, what's wrong with Tianshi?

"Have you ever been defeated?"

For a moment, the dazzling golden light rushed towards the human figure in the void like a real fire that covered the sky and the sun.

After an incense stick of time, Yang Lingxiao's golden armor was covered with inch-long knife marks, and there were scars on both sides of his cheeks caused by the knife light. Blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, but he was still smiling.

Although he looked disheveled, his aura was growing stronger and stronger.

"My dear friend, I have disgraced your reputation!"

"What the hell? How can a divine weapon like you curse at your mother?"

"Come again!"

Yang Lingxiao smiled arrogantly, turned the hilt of the sword lightly in his hand and charged forward again. As time passed, the powerful energy and blood that seeped through his bones seemed to condense into the legendary energy and blood wolf smoke. The unlocking of the God of War's body on the system panel had reached 11%, and was still slowly increasing.

The God of War becomes more powerful and stronger with each battle.

The body of the God of War was born from battle.

Swords collide, the silver sword holds thunder, and the golden sword suppresses the evil waves.

[Tsk tsk tsk, you're indeed my adoptive father's eldest son, to have even developed something like this!]

Not bad, not bad!

Somewhere in the unknown clouds, a voice like that of a street urchin was transmitted. Not only was he a bit immature, but he also looked as arrogant as Shi Shaojian who looked down on others.

outside world.

In the blink of an eye it was almost dusk.

Just as Shi Shaojian and others brought the food to the table, a whimpering wind passed through the void and spread across the yard, looking eerie and strange.

"Shi Shaojian, Jiale Dongnanxixixi, your time is up, it's time to go down!"

Following the cold wind came a sinister ghostly laugh, which frightened the six people so much that their hair stood on end.

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