Chapter 357 Kill Murong Xiaoran

"Ber it!"

Ding Yang roared, not surprised but happy. With a big hand, he grabbed the spiritual weapon bronze.

"Huh - who do you think you are? How dare you grab my fire directly with your hand? It seems that you are used to being arrogant. I will definitely make you suffer a big loss!"

Murong Xiaoran saw that Ding Yang actually grabbed his spiritual weapon with his bare hands, and he was suddenly overjoyed. Even if Ding Yang's strength was more than his, he could not be so great. The spiritual weapon sacrificed by a junior god is definitely not something that a middle-level god can grab with his bare hands.

Boom... In Murong Xiaoran's gloating eyes, Ding Yang's hand and the flame hit each other, like the bronze moon of the V of Fire God. Suddenly, a flame enveloped Ding Yang's palm and burned.

"Hahahaha! Boy, I don't think you are so cultivated, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid and stupid to grab my spiritual weapon with your hands. Do you really think you are the legendary holy master?

When Murong Xiaoran saw that Ding Yang's hands were shrouded in fire, he immediately laughed wildly, reflecting the blood flowing from his eyes, and his smile was indescribably sad and terrible.

"Even if it is a legendary holy master, I'm afraid he won't catch it directly with his hands. A divine master attacks with all his strength through the spiritual weapon. I don't know whether you are arrogant or stupid?"

"Real?"

Ding Yang's hands were shrouded in fire, but there was no panic on his face. He calmly looked at Murong Xiaoran. In his eyes, Murong Xiaoran did not see any fear, but only a faint trace of pity.

That's right! It's pity!

Murong Xiaoran unexpectedly saw pity from Ding Yang's eyes.

Boom... Ding Yang's hands suddenly shook, which shocked Murong Xiaoran. The fierce combustion, which seemed to burn even the air, was directly extinguished, revealing Ding Yang's two hands.

The two hands are still extremely smooth and clean, and there is no trace of being burned by the fire, and even the hair on the hand is not missing.

"Impossible!" Murong Xiaoran shouted, full of fear and disbelief.

"I said earlier that you are the frog in the well. You can only sit in the well and watch the sky. You don't know how big the world is." Ding Yang mercilessly destroyed Murong Xiaoran's self-confidence.

"This spiritual weapon is good. It's mine!" Ding Yang looked at the bronze that was still shrouded in flames and said faintly.

Buzz ¬ - Although the bronze yu was caught in Ding Yang's hand, it trembled violently, hissing, struggling vigorously, and wanted to get out of Ding Yang's grasp.

"Cough! It's a joke! Who do you think you are? Even if your cultivation is higher than me, this fire has been connected with me. You and I are both a god. You can't erase the imprint of the consciousness I left on it. Even if you are caught, you will not be subdued by you!"

Murong Xiaoran coughed violently, and his eyes looked at Ding Yang were still disdainful. It seemed that he felt that Ding Yang always made some unrealistic fantasies.

"Real? Then you have to watch it carefully!"

Ding Yang smiled and saw Ding Yang's smile. Murong Xiaoran suddenly felt an ominous feeling in his heart.

"Can he really forcibly seize my spiritual weapon?" Then he shook his head hard, "Absolutely impossible! Even if his strength exceeds mine, his divine consciousness is the same as mine. It is only at the level of the divine master. If he does not reach the baby consciousness of the holy master, he can't erase the divine consciousness of a divine master at all.

In spite of this, Murong Xiaoran was still vaguely uneasy, because Ding Yang had shown too many strange things before, and he had broken the rules he had determined in his mind countless times.

Boom... Just as Murong Xiaoran was worried, a dark shadow suddenly appeared from the inside of Ding Yang's body.

The shadow completely emerged, but it was a stove with a black body, a simple appearance, and a whole body full of large and small holes.

Hung... As soon as the virtual shadow of this stove appeared, the [fire running thunder], which had been shaking violently in Ding Yang's hands, suddenly calmed down, and even the hissing sound gradually subsided.

"What?"

Murong Xiaoran was extremely shocked. What is this seemingly inconspicuous black stove? It can actually make his spiritual weapon like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Huh - you broken bronze, you are just a low-grade spiritual weapon. If it weren't for the owner of the Judan period, I would have been able to take you down easily. However, even if you have the imprint of the divine consciousness of the Judan period monk on your body, I'm afraid it can't be compared with a former Taoist weapon, which oppresses your breath!"

Ding Yang looked at the bronze in his hand and calmed down. He seemed to be soft, and suddenly smiled proudly.

Although he can defeat Murong Xiaoran, he can't directly erase the consciousness that Murong Xiaoran left on the bronze, but with the Haoyang furnace, the former Taoist weapon, the current Zhongpin treasure can completely suppress this spiritual weapon.

The difference between spiritual weapons, treasure weapons and Taoist weapons at each level is extremely huge. The superiority and inferiority between magic weapons are even more powerful than people. As a once Taoist instrument, the Haoyang furnace, as long as it shows a slight breath, it can scare the fire to death.

Brush... The Haoyang furnace rotated in the air, emitting a trace of invisible light from the hole on the furnace. The light flashed and fell on the fire, with a loud noise. Because the fire was caught by Ding Yang, the gradually dim flame suddenly rose up, which shocked Ding Yang, and also I thought that even the Haoyang furnace could not suppress the fire.

Buzzing - The fire suddenly trembled slightly in Ding Yang's hand, but this tremor was completely different from the previous feeling of resistance and hostility. In the tremor of the fire, Ding Yang felt a kind of closeness, submission and a trace of fear.

Wo - Ding Yang threw the fire running thunder dragon into the Blood Dragon Hall with his backhand, because he already knew that the fire running thunder was completely subdued by the Haoyang furnace, in other words, he was subdued by himself.

"Ah - how dare you take away my spiritual weapon! It's so bullying!" Murong Xiaoran roared sadly, full of hatred for Ding Yang and an indescribable sense of fear.

"Hmm - what if you take away your spiritual weapon! I still want to take your life!" Ding Yang's eyes were awe-inspiring, and with a bang, Haoyang furnace sank back into his body.

He strode forward and took a few steps. He had come to Murong Xiaoran. With a brush, a sharp sea-like light shot out of his body. Cut directly to Murong Xiaoran.

Boom...

The sword is like the tide, and the sword is like the sea.

In the sea of swords, the virtual shadows of the three golden elixirs are looming and floating.

Ah - the power of the three elixirs!

Murong Xiaoran saw the three golden elixir virtual shadows in Dingyang's sword sea and let out a desperate howl, with strong unwillingness. His body suddenly broke apart, and the blood fell in all directions.

Wh - Ding Yang waved his big sleeves, rolled up Murong Xiaoran's body and sent it directly to the Blood Dragon Hall. The body of a Judan monk can't be discarded at will. Maybe there is any precious treasure on him?

Ding Yang killed Murong Xiaoran with a sword, and his heart was clear and there was a trace of excitement.

Murong Xiaoran is the first Judan monk he killed, which is absolutely of extraordinary significance.

"Ah--" There was a shocking cry in my ear, which was fierce and frightening.

Ding Yang turned his head and looked at it. The voice just now came from Qin Heihu's mouth. Now Qin Heihu's face is blue, which is simply indescribable. What kind of horrible expression it is.

Qin Heihu's heart is indescribable now. He never thought that his biggest backer, Murong Xiaoran, was killed by Ding Yang.

That's a divine master!

Even if it is just a junior divine master, it is very rare in the Jinfeng Dynasty. The fall of every divine master is a great event.

"Who the hell is this?" For the first time, Qin Heihu's heart was so desperate and frightened.

brush brush——

Zhang Qianye is full of momentum. The golden sword Huo Huo, the sword is as light as the sea, sweeping towards Qin Heihu.

Qin Heihu just fought with Zhang Qianye. Although Qin Heihu's Wujin Bawang Shi was captured by Ding Yang and could only fight with Zhang Qianye with both hands, his cultivation was higher than Zhang Qianye after all, so although Zhang Qianye had a golden flying sword in his hand, he could not take down Qin Heihu for a while.

According to Qin Heihu's idea, as long as he pestered Zhang Qianye, he would not let Zhang Qianye have a chance to escape. When Murong Xiaoran solved Ding Yang, it would be Zhang Qianye's death. Ding Yang's death is not very meaningful. Only the death of Zhang Qianye, the direct son of the Zhang family, can arouse the anger of the Qin family and finally cause a fight between the Qin and Zhang families.

But there was such a reversal of the matter. Murong Xiaoran was actually killed by Ding Yang.

Qin Heihu's soul was immediately scattered, and he almost fainted directly. How could he stop Zhang Qianye's serial attacks? The sword light is vertical and horizontal, leaving Taoist scars on Qin Heihu's body, and the bones are deeply visible.

Ah - Qin Heihu screamed. He was discouraged, and there was only endless despair left.

pu wa——

Zhang Qianye's sword spirit soared, and the sword light was like a long rainbow, passing directly through Qin Heihu's throat. There was a dull roar deep in Qin Heihu's throat, and his body rumbled to the ground.

"Dead!"

Zhang Qianye looked at Qin Heihu's body and muttered.

The moonlight is like water, shining in the valley. In the whole valley, there are only two standing figures, Ding Yang and Zhang Qianye. All the others have turned into cold corpses.

"How could this happen?"

Zhang Qianye couldn't understand why things turned out like this. He raised a dull light and looked at the blue-robed young man.

Under the bright moonlight, Ding Yang's figure was pulled by the moonlight, which seemed to be an indescribable scenery.