930: C930 The Blue Lotus Sword Soul Was Blocked

C930 The Blue Lotus Sword Soul Was Blocked

"Ding!" Tang Ao's Blue Lotus Sword Soul was blocked by Yu Bing.1

Seeing Yu Bing block Tang Ao's attack, Tu Hong laughed pathetically: "Haha, slut, how dare you call yourself my big sister Yun Bing to protect Qin Tianxuan. Even if I, Tu Hong, cannot avenge my Big Sis and clan today, I will personally smash Qin Tianxuan's little bastard! "

Regarding Yu Bing's identity, Tang Ao was also a bit suspicious. But regardless if Yu Bing was Yun Bing or not, this did not stop Tang Ao from killing Zhao Tianyi.

"The Seven Killing Saint!" The Blue Lotus Sword split into seven, and coiled in front of Tang Ao. At the same time, an incomparable might from the Green Lotus Sword Soul slowly condensed, Tang Ao's soul energy was continuously being sucked out by the Green Lotus Sword Soul, causing Tang Ao's complexion to become even more pale, the originally broken spirit ocean almost crumbling.

"Stop." Abruptly, the array formation that Tang Ao and the Old had set up crumbled, and a figure with a jade crown on his head appeared in the air. Seeing him, Tu Hong clenched his teeth and wanted to rush forward, but Old and Zhao Yin stopped him.

Zhao Yuanfeng laughed out wildly, "Qin Tianxuan, why would you dare send a clone over? Even so, do you still not have the guts to fight me? "

"Clone?" Tang Ao was shocked, at the moment, Qin Tianxuan's clone had the strength of Life and Death Realm Level 3, if his clone had such cultivation, how powerful was he? Although Tang Ao really wanted to kill Zhao Tianyi, Tang Ao still decisively kept the Cyan Lotus Sword Soul. Right now, there was more to it than whether or not he could kill Zhao Tianyi, but Tang Ao was sure that once he made his move, Qin Tianxuan's Life and Death Realm Level 3 would definitely be able to kill him in an instant.

"Qin Tianxuan, the one who annihilated the entire Wuyun Tribe, was it you?" Yu Bing stared at Qin Tianxuan and asked.

"You already know, so why ask me?" Qin Tianxuan did not look at Yu Bing, but kept staring at him. Zhao Yuanfeng had a one-time use treasure on him, and the reason why he had such a large party today was so that he could use this treasure. But even after so many years had passed, the things that disappointed Qin Tianxuan were still as terrifying as ever.

He was forced to reveal himself as an avatar. However, Qin Tianxuan's will was very firm. Even if he had to lose his embodiment, he had to use up that precious treasure of Zhao Yuanfeng's. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to sleep well all day.

"Then do you know who I am?" Yu Bing stared at Qin Tianxuan with resentment.

"You are Yun Yun's sister, Yun Hong's sister, Yun Bing." I killed your sister, and I killed your third brother. "Something's wrong..." Qin Tianxuan glanced at Tu Hong, and said immediately: "I didn't expect that Wuyun Tribe would still have two fish that escaped the net, I was too merciful back then."

"Ah …" Tu Hong roared angrily. He wanted to go up and fight to the death with Qin Tianxuan, but he was stopped by Zhao Yin and Old. After being pulled in, Tu Hong shouted at Yu Bing: "Bitch, if you still have any feelings for Wuyun Tribe, then kill that bastard Qin Tianxuan!"

"It's not like that …" At this time, Yu Bing fell helplessly onto the ground. Qin Tianxuan told me before that it was Yao Heng and Zhao Yuanfeng who had coveted Wuyun Tribe's treasures, and so they annihilated the entire clan of the Wuyun Tribe. When I first returned home, I also saw Zhao Yuanfeng appearing in Wuyun Tribe's mountains of corpses and seas of blood … "

"That's right, I found Yun Hong among the dead." Now that the truth had been revealed, Zhao Yuanfeng seemed to have aged by a lot. After a mournful smile, Zhao Yuanfeng threw a golden light into Tang Ao's hands. "Brother Tang Ao, this is the Immortal Slaughtering Knife! Beneath the Star Polar Realm, no one could stop him. If I die today, you will definitely use this blade to kill Qin Tianxuan's dog head. " Zhao Yuanfeng said to Tang Ao very casually.

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