At this time, Zi Yang took action again, only to see him gently lifting his right hand, a terrible aura continued to spread. In the sky, a huge palm that had been radiating over a hundred feet in a radius appeared in the air. As Zi Yang's palm fell, this huge purple palm also slapped at the dense Sky Eagle Cavalry.

Seeing this huge palm completely transformed from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, all the cavalry showed a look of horror and despair in their eyes, but they had no time to escape, and the huge palm had already been slapped.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the giant palm slapped the head of the Sky Eagle Cavalry. At least more than 400 cavalrymen were slapped by this palm. Their bodies and the horses sitting were shattered one after another. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a pool of meat paste. The terrifying palm force even caused a series of white air waves, but there was a bright red blood shadow in the air waves.

A huge handprint appeared on the earth, and none of the cavalrymen who were photographed by the handprints were spared.

The battlefield suddenly became silent like death. Everyone looked at all this with horror on their faces. With one palm, more than four hundred people died tragically. Is this the power of a warrior?

They would not be surprised if a powerful warrior killed all 400 people. Any martial artist at the peak level has the ability to kill hundreds of people, but that is also a move by one? Killing 400 people in just one palm like this is definitely beyond the peak level.

Even Mu Yunxue, who is in the realm of the Grandmaster, does not have such strength.

This is the strength that only immortal masters have. When has the martial arts skills become so powerful?

"Let's take action!" Wanyan Bilie agreed to the national master's request. If Zi Yang continues to kill like this, his Sky Eagle Iron Cavalry will probably have to explain it to you here.

While speaking, Wanyan Bilie had already taken out a dagger and then stabbed it into his heart with a knife.

"Take my blood to my god..." Wanyan Bilie said something like this in his mouth, and then he saw a strange force breaking through the void and injecting into his body in an instant. Then he saw his body begin to expand rapidly. However, in the blink of an eye, it had expanded to a height of ten feet. He had even grown fiery red scales on his body, and two huge horns grew on his head. A breath of destruction continued to emanate from his body.

Then Wanyan Bilie took a step forward in everyone's surprise eyes, shattering the void, and instantly came to the front of the battlefield, and came to Zi Yang.

Zi Yang looked up and saw that it was transformed by Wanyan Bilie. He snorted coldly: "Wanyan Bilie, are you still obsessed with it?" While speaking, he raised his hand and threw out the domino that Mr. San handed him.

Wanyan Bilie was stunned and grabbed the domino in his hand. When he saw the patterns and patterns carved on the domino, his pupils suddenly contracted together.

"You...how do you have this thing?" Wanyan Bilie was shocked. This was the token that only high-level demons had. This was also the token that could command the demons in the grassland. On the grassland, the powerful demons have a very high status. Many tribes regard themselves as servants of the demons.

"This is given to me by Mr. San! He went to the place you have always wanted to go, Wanyan Bilie, don't be obsessed anymore!" Zi Yang said lightly.

"Mr. Third? Hahaha, that traitor of the demon clan?" Wanyan Bilie laughed, his laughter filled with sarcasm.

Three hundred years ago, the grassland demon broke through the void by blood sacrifice and invited a high-level demon clan. I originally thought that he could help the grassland demons break through Chang'an, but who could have thought that he would eventually become a general of the Tang Dynasty. Not only did he help the Tang Dynasty intercept the grassland demons west of the Kunlun Mountains, but he also took advantage of this to attack several southern countries and expanded several provinces for the Tang Dynasty.

That demon clan is the pride of the Tang people, but for the grassland demons, it is the greatest shame. In their opinion, he is still the shame of the entire demon clan.

"Wanyan Bilie, don't you understand it yet?" Seeing Wanyan Bilie's sarcastic look, Zi Yang sighed. As the demon of the grassland, he could not have known something.

"Khan, don't take action yet, when will I wait?" At the end of the whole time, a cold sound came from behind Wanyan Bilie, and then I saw the national master wearing a silver mask coming in the air. He floated in the air, and the black robe on his body was automatically windless.

He was holding an inkstone in his hand. The moment he finished speaking, he saw him holding it with one hand, and the purple-black inkstone rose into the air and appeared above Zi Yang's head in an instant. In just a moment, it became a hundred feet in size, and then quickly smashed towards Zi Yang.

Zi Yang was stunned, his body shook, and he directly avoided the huge inkstone smashing, but Wanyan Bilie's figure rushed to him at this time and hit Zi Yang's chest.

Zi Yang tied his eyebrows and stroked his hands in front of him, and a purple light instantly enveloped his whole body.

With a "bang!", the purple light shield was instantly smashed to pieces by Wanyan Bilie, but Zi Yang also quickly retreated with the help of this force.

At this moment, a cold snorted from the air: "Die!"

After saying that, the man was holding a huge problem in his hand. As the words fell, a dragon and phoenix danced "death" appeared in the air, and then slammed hard on Zi Yang's chest.

With a sound of "Puchi...", the word "bang" exploded instantly. Zi Yang spurted out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and his body was even hit and flew backwards. Then the light transformed by the word "death" penetrated into his body like a little earthworm.

You can even see black things constantly flickering on the surface of his skin, looking like small earthworms.

Zi Yang's face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with surprise. He raised his head and looked at the Chinese master in the air with an incredible look on his face.

"Why..." Seeing those calm eyes, Zi Yang let out a huge roar, which was an extremely angry roar. He would never have thought that the national teacher of the grassland demon would be him!

"For immortality!" The national master said these two words lightly, and then the huge brush in his hand was slashing continuously. However, this time it was not writing, but painting. In just a moment, a pair of ink and water landscape paintings appeared in the air and went straight towards Ziyang.

"The beauty of the country? Do you think this will trap me?" The angry Zi Yang roared, and the purple light suddenly shone brightly on his body. Then he saw an endless void behind him, and a huge figure seemed to step out of that void.

"Martial soul condensed?" The national master frowned slightly, then bit his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of bright red essence and blood. The brush in his hand twitched repeatedly, and the word "seal!" gradually appeared in the air.

"Go!" The national master said softly, and the word "seal" suddenly burst out with blood and appeared directly above Zi Yang's head, as if he wanted to seal the void behind Zi Yang so that the martial soul that was about to condense would step out.

At this time, Wanyan Bilie seemed to realize the terror of the martial soul. His eyes were filled with blood. He grabbed a huge blood-red axe from the void. Blood-red magic patterns kept flowing on the axe. Then he saw Wanyan Bilie holding up the axe and slashing towards Ziyang with all his strength.

The blood-red axe broke through a space in front of him and then slashed hard at Zi Yang.

Zi Yang had nowhere to hide. Without weapons, he raised his right hand and grabbed the bloody axe.

The huge axe pressed on Zi Yang's head and was grabbed by his right hand.

Wanyan Bilie was stunned, as if he hadn't expected Zi Yang's palm to be so powerful, but he didn't care at all, and his hands that grabbed the axe pressed down with force.

"Zi Yang, this time, you're dead!" Wanyan Bilie sneered, just because he saw the black light constantly circulating in Zi Yang's body, Zi Yang's vitality became weaker and weaker, especially his hair began to turn whiter, and wrinkles began to appear on his face. The void behind him was sealed by the word "seal". No matter how powerful his martial soul was, he could not step out of that void at this time.

Wanyan Bilie was trying hard, and the national master also bit his lips tightly. The brush in his hand kept shaking, and sweat continued to emerge from his forehead. He had tried his best to seal the void behind Zi Yang. He deeply understood that once the martial soul condensed by Zi Yang completely stepped out of this void, he and Wanyan Bilie had to escape.

Both sides were in a stalemate, but after the remaining Sky Eagle Cavalry, especially Mu Yunxue, saw that Khan and the national squad actually intercepted Zi Yang at the same time, began to quickly summon people and prepare to continue sprinting.

"Zi Yang, stop struggling, Lanzhou City is broken!" Seeing Zi Yang's changing hair and seeing his disappearing vitality, Wanyan Bilie said coldly, but the blood-colored axe in his hand once again increased its strength.
Chapter completed!