The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

When Yang Jian saw the golden-winged roc's eyes, he knew that he had been tricked by the golden-winged roc.

But Yang Jian always felt that if he didn't show up, the golden-winged roc would really do something unbelievable and eye-catching.

He didn't feel pity for this unruly and willful little Fengnv, but he just didn't want to see Feng Wu, a sister, be too hurt and angry.

In the blink of an eye, the three-pointed and two-edged gun smashed at the neck of the Golden-winged Roc, but the figure of the Golden-winged Roc suddenly soared into the sky, turning into a golden light, causing layers of air waves.

So fast!

Yang Jian secretly exclaimed in his heart, flipped the spear, and pointed out three shadows of the Xuangang spear.

The shadow of the gun can't even catch up...

Yang Jian didn't rush, first threw out a piece of clothing from the black turtle belt, and wrapped Fengshan's body with a burst of mysterious energy, forcing Fengshan to transform from her real body into a human form, the robe fell down, just wrapped in front of Fengshan's body.

when!

Yang Jian stood in front of Feng Shan leaning on his gun, looking up at the sky.

In the sky, all the birds fled in panic, the golden-winged roc showed its true body, and a pair of falcons locked Yang Jian.

"Yang Jian! You intend to harm my Feng family, and I will not spare you today!"

"What are you talking so much nonsense for?" Yang Jian replied coldly, a little bit of anger was also aroused by the golden-winged roc, and all the fuss that he had suffered from Kong Xuan came to his heart.

There were several masters of the Phoenix clan around who were about to attack Yang Jian, but Yang Jian said directly: "Please help Master, I want to fight this golden-winged roc a few tricks."

"Go," the voice of Master Yu Ding drifted out behind Yang Jian, and that thick and simple figure slowly emerged.

The top and bottom of the Feng Clan immediately felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, Master Yuding raised his hands and pressed down, and all the masters of the Feng Clan immediately resisted the sudden majesty of heaven and earth wholeheartedly.

Seeing this, the golden-winged roc also changed his face. After all, the real Yuding is famous at this time, and the battle with the Zhunti sage can be called shocking.

"Thank you, Master."

With a cold snort, Yang Jian jumped up with a gun!

The golden-winged roc did not rush to meet Yang Jian, but leaned up and rushed into the depths of the sky.

Yang Jian chased for a thousand feet and stopped in the air, his eyes glowing with divine light.

escaped?

Probably not, this golden-winged roc is so proud...

But seeing that the golden-winged roc rushed into the void in a short period of time, turning around, that gaze locked on Yang Jian's body tens of thousands of feet away, and immediately swooped down!

The speed of this golden-winged roc is improving, and it is still improving!

The third son of the phoenix, born with extreme speed, breaks through all spells with speed!

The figure of the golden-winged roc was approaching a certain extreme, like a golden light falling from the depths of the sky; the tens of thousands of feet away from Yang Jian passed in an instant!

Once the speed reaches a certain extreme, one can glimpse the avenue contained in it.

Obviously, the golden-winged roc has already stood on this avenue!

The seemingly simple dive is combined with the powerful supernatural power of the golden-winged roc; with the extremely fast dive of the golden-winged roc, billowing black clouds also appeared in the sky.

Around Yang Jian, the universe was squeezed out of layers of ripples, and it seemed that it would collapse at any moment.

The golden thread strikes!

One moment before, in Yang Jian's eyes, the golden-winged roc was just a golden spot of light, but in the next moment it turned into an extremely fierce bird, using itself as an arrow, directly hitting Yang Jian's face!

call out--

boom!

The golden light slammed into Yang Jian's body solidly, breaking through the mysterious handles that Yang Jian hastily arranged!

The golden thread stopped suddenly and turned into a Garuda roc with a sneer at the corner of its mouth;

However, Yang Jian's figure slammed into the ground obliquely. With a bang, several mountains on the side of Fenggu were smashed, and countless rocks were splashed.

Daoist Yuding's complexion did not change at all, and he watched quietly.

Feng Wu couldn't help worrying, the fear in Feng Shan's eyes was even stronger...

Just now Fengshan was captured by the Golden Winged Roc, what the Golden Winged Roc said was really like a nightmare to her.

Yang Jian suddenly appeared, forced the golden-winged Dapeng away, and temporarily rescued her. Feng Shan felt lucky after being rescued in that short moment.

But in the blink of an eye, Yang Jian was 'defeated' by the golden-winged roc...

Being hit head-on like this, bumping into the mountain so fiercely, and even shattering the mountain, even if Yang Jian survived, he must have been seriously injured. How could it not be considered a defeat?

It's not just Fengshan who thinks so, those masters of the Feng clan also think so.

But what happened next made them stare.

Among the earth and rocks flying all over the sky, a figure jumped up, landed on a cloud, brushed off the dirt on his robe, his complexion was normal, his long hair was fluttering, and his breathing was not in the slightest.

"It's fast, but its strength is too small," Yang Jian made a pertinent comment, "It's far behind your brother."

He deliberately provoked each other, and deliberately poked the sore spot of the golden-winged roc.

Sure enough, the golden-winged roc screamed loudly, turned into its own body again, and its figure circled in the sky, its speed soaring to a certain extreme, and slammed into Yang Jian fiercely.

"The methods are too simple," Yang Jian added.

This time, Yang Jian made some preparations. Instead of just arranging layers of black handles, the three-pointed and two-edged guns also pulled out blossoming spears...

But compared to the speed of the golden-winged roc, Yang Jian's methods were a little slower.

The golden-winged roc slammed into Yang Jian's body, and Yang Jian flew out again; but the golden-winged roc continued to spread its wings, chasing Yang Jian and overtaking Yang Jian. After rushing a thousand miles, it turned around again and slammed into Yang Jian's back at an accelerated speed.

Yang Jian snorted coldly, his figure barely stood firm in the air, and before the golden-winged roc came crashing into him, he reluctantly and unleashed the Dharma Aspect World!

The 100-foot-tall Dharma Body stood on the top of the mountain next to the Phoenix Valley, constantly shaking its fists and clapping its hands.

The golden-winged roc used its speed to its extreme, and kept colliding and turning back, leaving golden glows between the sky and the earth.

If a mortal sees such a situation, he must see a giant standing on the top of a mountain being slammed by hundreds of golden rocs...

Even in this giant posture, he kept staggering, as if he couldn't last long.

But Yang Jian didn't panic, and even the real Yuding in the forest couldn't help showing a little chuckle, but no one had the time to care.

A hundred offensives?

A thousand offensives?

Or, in the blink of an eye, all tricks have passed, and the sky is covered with golden lights that are too late to disperse...

The speed of the golden-winged roc is too fast, so fast that it is unreasonable, making it impossible for people to handle it.

But Yang Jian has an invincible defense, and his physical strength is far above that of the golden-winged roc. Every time the gold-winged roc hits, it's like a small bug smashing into a piece of iron stone fiercely.

Only two people know the pain in it.

Don't mess up your position when facing the enemy. Yang Jian himself is fine, but the golden-winged roc has been slightly injured.

Yang Jian, who is invincible by himself, is really not in a hurry at the moment.

But being passive like this is not an option...

It was like this when facing the Golden Light Virgin, and it was like this when facing Kong Xuan, but now it is also like this when facing the Golden Winged Roc, who has no supernatural powers and magic weapons to restrain him.

Yang Jian has been thinking about this question recently.

He has an invincible mysterious body, why can't he turn all the power of the mysterious body into an attacking force?

Just using marksmanship is far from being able to deal with more and more complicated fighting techniques.

What am I missing? But the sense of self-satisfaction has been with me after Nirvana. It seems that the mysterious body tells me that I am not lacking anything... I have never lacked the means to attack...

In other words, he should already have a way to fully display the power of the mysterious body, but he has not discovered it yet.

Yang Jian felt rather depressed in his heart.

It's fine that the five-color divine light is unbreakable. If he is helpless with the extreme speed of the golden-winged roc, he really might as well go back to seclusion.

It's definitely not his temperament to just be a sandbag!

What did I ignore? What did you forget?

Eighty-nine profound arts... eighty-nine mysterious arts...

In the constant impact of the golden-winged roc, Yang Jian's mind inexplicably recalled the scene of the day when he had just entered the master's school and listened to the master preaching the Dharma in Yuquan Mountain.

On that day, he obtained the eighty-nine profound arts, and also obtained the supernatural powers that go with the eighty-nine profound arts, seventy-two...

Yang Jian was startled, and stood there in a daze for a moment.

Then he seemed to suddenly understand something, and the dharma body made a slap on the head, turned into a giant with his head up and laughed, and many members of the Feng clan were stunned.

Why did the master never take any action to save him while he was in the Phoenix Valley; and why did Daozi Tianyan, a guy who seems to be a friend rather than an enemy to him at present, take pains to give him three days to recover the power of the primordial spirit and nourish his spirit.

Is it all to let him have an epiphany at this time?

During the fierce battle, Yang Jian's Faxiang was in a daze and then suddenly raised his head and laughed, and there was a lot of joy in the laughter.

The golden-winged roc stopped its offensive suspiciously, turned into a human form, endured the pain all over the body, and stared at Yang Jian's incarnation full of hatred.

Yang Jian suddenly let out a clear whistle, the avatar dispersed, and a cloud of profound energy that isolated the consciousness suddenly appeared between the heaven and the earth.

Seventy-two changes!

The cloud and mist broke apart suddenly, and another golden-winged roc appeared in the sky and earth. With a sharp roar, this golden-winged roc also soared into the sky.

"Do you think that if you become me, you can have my supernatural powers?"

The golden-winged roc scolded angrily, and the figure pulled out another golden thread, and slammed into the golden roc made by Yang Jian with the method of transformation.

The Jinpeng that Yang Jian turned into flashed its wings suddenly, and its figure turned upside down. Although it was not as fast as the golden-winged roc, it narrowly avoided the blow of the golden-winged roc!

The moment they passed by, the eyes of the two rocs seemed to meet.

Yang Jian's eyes were calm, but the golden-winged roc's bird's eyes were full of disbelief.

The Jinpeng that Yang Jian turned into suddenly turned around and chased after the golden-winged roc.

The wind and thunder were pressed between Jin Peng's wings, and seventy-two shining light spots suddenly appeared on the bird's body.

The speed of his golden roc is not much worse than the golden-winged roc flying swiftly in front!

Sanqing dedicated the eighty-nine Xuangong to Daozu Hongjun, who deduced the seventy-two transformations and the Dharma Gate of Heaven and Earth.

Eighty-nine profound arts, seventy-two transformations, how can there be no connection among them?

Daozu, the sage of heaven who became holy and united before the Sanqing, deduced the seventy-two transformations created by the Pangu Great God's skills, how could it be just a method of transformation?

The stronger the eighty-nine mysterious body, the stronger the seventy-two transformation body!

When Yang Jian was walking in the wilderness, the Seventy-Two Transformations used to stand out many times, but after getting the three-pointed double-edged spear, although the Seventy-two Transformations are still being refined, they are gradually no longer the main way to defend against the enemy.

As a result, after the completion of the Xuanzhu, Yang Jian didn't think about how the breakthrough of the Yunzhu Realm would increase the seventy-two transformations.

When fighting with Kong Xuan, Yang Jian faintly felt that the seventy-two transformations he performed were too soft.

Today, I finally had an epiphany. After performing the seventy-two transformations, I ran the eighty-nine profound arts with all my strength, and the eighty-one mysterious beads in my body immediately gave birth to induction, twenty-four for the right wing, and twenty-four for the left wing.

The seventy-two changes are finally no longer just mere actions!

His physical body is far stronger than the golden-winged roc in the physical body of his fellow practitioners, but why is the speed of the golden-winged roc not as fast as the golden-winged roc?

That's right, in addition to physical strength, there is also the matter of supernatural powers.

Yang Jian raised eyebrows and raised eyes, a flame jumped out of Yang Jian's chest, and an obscure formula appeared in his heart.

Inherited by the Feng Clan, the great art of flying feathers to escape the sky!

Hey!

Eighty-one mysterious beads trembled suddenly, and a wave of dao rhyme flowed, and the universe around Yang Jian suddenly no longer hindered him from rushing forward, and the speed of changing Jinpeng increased sharply again!

The golden-winged roc was horrified, and subconsciously turned its head to look, seeing that the Jinpeng that Yang Jian had transformed into gradually enlarged in his eyes, and rushed towards him with overwhelming momentum, his bird's heart suddenly became cold...

"How could this be! How do you have this method of escape!"

Before the golden-winged roc could finish his words, the golden roc had already pounced on his back, and with one claw, he firmly grabbed the golden-winged roc's wings.

With such a brute force, blood spilled into the sky...