Five Hundred and Three. If You Like to Die, I Will Fulfill You

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Yan Zhaoge slashed out with a sword, and thousands of stars were gathered together, as if fused into one body.

As the green dragon roared, it merged with the Milky Way, and seven light spots appeared on the surface of its body, just like the Big Dipper hanging from the sky.

One style of Dragon Riding Seven Stars, integrating the endless sword light into one, aimed directly at Fang Zhaohong.

Fang Zhaohong's mind relaxed slightly, all the thousands of changes had disappeared, only one remained.

His Lingxi Palm Kungfu in Lingxi Island is about deducing changes, trying to figure out the opponent's next thoughts, constantly eliminating the false and preserving the true, and finding the one or several with the highest probability, and then responding accordingly.

Previously, Yan Zhaoge was full of swords, and countless possibilities flooded into Fang Zhaohong's mind, each of which seemed so real, making it difficult for him to calculate and choose.

Now it's simple, it's just one thing to change.

It should be said that Yan Zhaoge did not intend to change this sword at all!

But it was this unchanging sword that seemed to turn decay into magic, combining complexity into simplicity, which made it difficult for Fang Zhaohong to deal with.

All the powerful power was condensed in one sword, breaking Fang Zhaohong's palm completely, and then stabbing with the sword, even blocking his escape route.

At this moment, Fang Zhaohong only felt that he couldn't dodge even if he wanted to, so he could only take the sword head-on!

The Yuan Talisman formed by the condensed martial arts true meaning and true Yuan Gang Qi began to crack inch by inch in the face of Yan Zhaoge's seemingly invincible sword at this moment, as if it was about to shatter!

The coming and going of this sword is very clear.

But I just can't stop it!

Fang Zhaohong was shocked, shouted sharply, and turned around suddenly, as if turning into a stream of light, about to rush into the high-grade spirit soldier Xuanguang mirror.

At the critical moment, Fang Zhaohong once again used Lingxi Island's peerless skills, and he had a flash of inspiration.

The Xuanguang mirror remained in place at this moment, becoming Fang Zhaohong's stand-in puppet, forced by Yan Zhaoge's sword light, to shake violently, but Fang Zhaohong didn't care about that much at the moment.

"I can't go." Yan Zhaoge looked indifferent, holding the Qingyuan sword in his right hand, while his left hand was already prepared, his five fingers spread out, and then closed into a fist.

In the palm of Yan Zhaoge, there seemed to be a mass of chaos.

As the five fingers spread apart, chaotic streams of air expanded, filling the void in all directions.

And when Yan Zhaoge clenched his fist with five fingers, the chaos seemed to turn into a black hole.

All the tangible and intangible objects in the surrounding void seemed to be pulled by the boundless force, and they were all thrown towards the palm of Yan Zhaoge's left hand.

In the space in front of him, the Xuanguang mirror shook even more violently, and a large amount of light shot out from the air, shining for no reason.

A green light was abruptly sucked out from the mirror, reappearing Fang Zhaohong's figure.

And that terrifying sword light had already arrived in front of Fang Zhaohong!

Fang Zhaohong summoned the Xuanguang mirror to protect himself, but Yan Zhaoge's sword was so lingering, where the light flashed, blood spurted from Fang Zhaohong's body!

The sword light that turned into a green dragon shattered Fang Zhaohong's Yuan Talisman, piercing through his body, and Lingli's domineering true Yuan continued to wreak havoc in his body.

Fang Zhaohong clenched his teeth, struggling to survive.

He now knew that he was no match for Yan Zhaoge, so he only wanted to escape from here.

Fang Min and other Lingxi Island disciples with lower cultivation bases had already been sent out of the barrier by him, and returned to Lingxi Sea for help.

As long as he doesn't die here, he has the possibility of escaping.

But the sword light that turned into a green dragon didn't dissipate after piercing through his body. Instead, it meandered and hovered over Fang Zhaohong's body.

The dragon scales stood up, like infinite sword light soaring together, constantly bombarding Fang Zhaohong!

Yan Zhaoge didn't stop with his left hand, and with the movement of his fist, the huge suction force dragged Fang Zhaohong in front of him.

Then, Yan Zhaoge's left hand turned into a brilliant glass color, flashing golden light, like a diamond!

Feeling the terrifying power of Yan Zhaoge's left fist, Fang Zhaohong's heart was covered with a shadow of death.

While Fang Zhaohong appeared to attack Yan Zhaoge,

Yang Chufan and the other three Consonance Island warriors also appeared from the entrance of the alien space, and rushed towards Yan Zhaoge.

But when they got closer, they saw a scene that shocked them.

Although he had seen how Yan Zhaoge killed Jiang Xiong, he still didn't expect that Fang Zhaohong, the grand master of Yuanfu, was no match for Yan Zhaoge at all!

"Maybe let's guess, how much strength do I need to hit a waste like you?"

Yan Zhaoge's laughing words at the time came to everyone's minds, and a gust of cold air rushed from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

Yang Chufan and the others felt bitter in their hearts, only now did they know that Yan Zhaoge at that time was not joking.

Yan Zhaoge didn't use his full strength when he killed "Wusha" Jiang Xiong, who was a middle-grade spiritual soldier, with his bare hands!

At this moment, Fang Zhaohong, who was at the Yuanfu level, was beaten completely powerless when facing Yan Zhaoge!

Yan Zhaoge glanced at Yang Chufan and the three from the corner of his eye, and saw that they were rushing towards him, with six palms and three green lights, attacking his vest, obviously wanting to cooperate with Fang Zhaohong, but unfortunately they couldn't predict it. Fang Zhaohong lost so quickly.

"Sick!" Yan Zhaoge's thoughts moved, and the Yongye Thunder Sword set off the boundless darkness again, blocking the opponent.

Yang Chufan and the others never expected that the situation would turn out like this, and they couldn't clean up in time, even if they wanted to run away.

The white thunder exploded, knocking Yang Chufan and the three of them to pieces.

As soon as he was struggling to gain a firm foothold, he saw Yan Zhaoge urging the Vajra Body Method, his left fist was as bright as a Vajra, Yang Chufan hurriedly shouted: "Your Majesty, please be merciful, there is a misunderstanding..."

Before the words fell, Yan Zhaoge's fist had already been knocked down!

Fang Zhaohong's eyes were about to burst, and there was a "boom", blood spattered.

Looking at the blood spurting wildly in front of them, the three of Yang Chufan's eyes were straightened, their mouths were tongue-tied, as if someone was pinching their necks.

At this moment, Yan Zhaoge turned his head to look at the three of Yang Chufan, and said nonchalantly, "Misunderstanding? Let's talk about misunderstanding now, why did you go there just now?"

A warrior from Lingxi Island couldn't control his emotions, and roared sadly: "You killed Brother Fang, and you have a blood feud with me, Lingxi Island!"

Yang Chufan shook his head again and again, with an absurd and unbelievable expression on his face: "Why did the evil holy sect produce a character like you? You killed Jiang Xiong first, and then killed Junior Brother Fang. I won't let you go..."

Yan Zhaoge smiled: "Although I don't know who this Fang is, it seems that his status in Lingxi Island should not be low."

"I have already offended Sha Luozong, and if I offend you again, it will undoubtedly make things worse."

"Not to mention, I want to go to the Wufang Sea where Changli Mountain is located, and also pass through the Lingxi Sea occupied by your Lingxi Island."

"You meant to say that, didn't you?"

Yang Chufan stared at Yan Zhaoge blankly, Yan Zhaoge's expression was flat, and he stretched out his sword: "The truth is true, but it doesn't mean that you guys provoke me, so I have to bear it."

"If you like to die, then I will fulfill you."

The sword's edge is everywhere, bloody. (To be continued.)