Under the huge recoil, Yang Yu suddenly rose to a very high place. Zhengang grabbed the dry dragon bow in his hand like a tentacle, and turned over and fell on the back of the eagle.

But in the ruins, a monk was trapped in the earth, raised his arm high, holding his shocking step.

"The Will of the Martial Saint!"

Yu Yang's pupils contracted violently.

At his speed, the distance between people's voices was never possible unless they had the magical powers of Lu Qingting's "Shenxing".

However, this person did it.

At this moment, the man was still more than twenty miles away, but his will was like a real person, crossing dozens of miles away, stopping him.

This is his will to the extreme!

Bang!

Under Yang Yu's gaze, the monk scattered like clouds, disappearing without a trace.

"Amitabha!"

As the Buddha's voice echoed, Brahma came quickly like a ghost.

"Fan Ruyi!"

Yu Yang revealed the name of this person.

The essence is average, and you can even stop yourself twenty miles away from your body. Such a will is already terrifying.

Compared to Zhang Xuanba at the foot of Qisha Mountain, it seems that he is only a moment away...

The head of the Buddha is Dali, and Brahma is the same!

His heart sank, but he couldn't help but wonder, how could Dali's national teacher save Emperor Qianheng?

Could it be that these two people still have a collusion?!

call!

The moment when Yang Yu revealed his name, Fan Ruyi had already crossed more than twenty miles and came to the ruins.

From extreme movement to extreme static.

At this moment, Yang Yu saw the head of the Buddha in Dali.

The outer garment, which looks like a veil, is full of holes, and it can be seen vaguely that its perfect and crystal body is like ivory. This is a symbol of horizontal practice and practice to reach a very high level.

But at this moment, there were dozens of different wounds left in this perfect body like a Buddha, and the most serious one was gunshot wounds.

The internal organs can be seen deep.

And this injury is...

"Soldier situation, overlord gun?!"

Yang Yu's eyes narrowed, and he had already sensed a familiar aura on his body.

In the mountains, he had died dozens or hundreds of times in the Xuan Armored Essence Rider. How could he not tell? This was the injury left by the Xuan Armored Essence Rider...

"Zhang Xuanba!"

He casually glanced at Emperor Qianheng who was unknown to the ruins. Fan Ru looked at the goshawk and her pupils shrank violently for a moment.

Immediately, I calmed down:

"I don't know the general trend. A generation of overlords died outside the pass... The corpse-carrying man, you seem to be his successor? But why did you have this intention to kill your own emperor?"

"Time, general trend?"

The hanging palm tightly pinched the Dry Dragon Divine Bow, and Yang Yu looked coldly at him:

"Why did Master Dali and the Buddha's head of Tianlun Temple save the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty?"

call!

The solemn and murderous aura filled the sky, and within a radius of ten miles, the wind seemed to stop and dared not blow.

Only in the distance, the old minister's crying came faintly.

"There is no one in the world who cannot be saved. I am here to save the most noble person in the world as a monk..."

Fan Ruyi answered.

"ceremony?"

Yang Yu's heart moved slightly, and a trace of sneer flashed in his eyes:

"That old monk, you are in vain..."

"Million Mountain is dead and the Overlord dies. Who can stop me in this world?"

After glanced at the flying eagle Shen Ce Army that was surrounding him, and Wang Muzhi and others in further distance, Fan Ruyi looked calm:

"If the Xuan Armor Essence Knight is not able to do so, what can you do?"

"The old monk's merits and fortunes, Yang thinks he is not an opponent..."

Yang Yu held a bow in one hand and played with the race bag in the other:

"But you're still one step late..."

"Um?!"

Brahmaruyi seems to have some awareness.

In the ruins, Emperor Qianheng groaned and slowly opened his eyes:
Chapter completed!