He shouted crazily, "Thief, I'm right here. Come and capture me if you can, but don't force me if you can't. I still have a chance to kill you."
"Ha!"
He let out a roar and revolved all of his cultivation base to form a defensive light shield. At the same time, he took out several defensive magical weapons to firmly defend himself and prevent himself from being injured by Xiao Yang's Thousand Poisonous Hands.
In addition, he also used a special technique. When it landed on Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang felt that it was familiar.
After Ancestor Thirteen finished setting up, he immediately took out a handful of yellow golden beans from his left hand. There were hundreds of golden beans, and all of them were scattered on the ground by Ancestor Thirteen.
Then, the Fang family's Ancestor, Thirteen, made a series of hand seals and chanted an incantation.
Xiao Yang couldn't help but curse. Isn't this just throwing beans to turn into soldiers?
Sure enough, Ancestor Thirteen roared, "Xiao Yang, you're so arrogant. I'll teach you a lesson today. Throwing beans to turn into soldiers. "
This martial skill was comparable to a divine ability. It was very outstanding.
As Ancestor Thirteen shouted, and as his cultivation was guided by the spell, the golden beans scattered on the ground suddenly emitted rays of light. These rays of light were very small at first, but then they grew to the size of an adult and condensed into human figures. There were both men and women, and all of them were shining with golden light and wearing yellow armor.
At first glance, there were hundreds of them. They were arranged in a neat and orderly formation, and each of them released an iron-blooded aura. They were like thousands of soldiers and horses, and anyone who looked at them couldn't help but gasp.
"Kill!"
The uniform roar was heard. Then, the hundreds of bean soldiers launched a fierce attack on Xiao Yang, splitting into three groups.
Boom! Boom!
The two great martial skills engaged in an intense confrontation, neither giving way to the other.
After a few breaths of time, the Cultivation base power of the thousands of poisoned hands faded away. As for Patriarch Thirteen's bean soldiers, they were all dead. As for the defensive magical items surrounding him, they were all damaged.
There were thousands of palm prints while the enemy only had a few hundred bean soldiers. Therefore, most of the palm prints hit Thirteen's magic treasure and almost destroyed all of it.
"Damn it."
Fang Clan's Old Ancestor Thirteen couldn't help but curse when he saw the damaged Magic Treasure that could be retrieved.
Just this one confrontation had caused him to lose more than half of his magic treasures. He was truly furious at the bottom of his heart and hated Xiao Yang even more.
"Damned thief, I'll make you wish you were dead."
After he roared, he took out a treasure from his body again. It was a long spear. Although the spear looked ordinary, it actually contained some kind of rule power.
The moment Xiao Yang sensed it, his heart trembled. He guessed that this long spear was definitely not simple. If he let Patriarch Thirteen use it, he would definitely suffer.
Xiao Yang frowned and snorted. He attacked again, trying to prevent Patriarch Thirteen from using his magic treasure.
"Hmph, I thought you had some skills. You've been beaten by me time and time again. Now I'll show you what's good for you."
Xiao Yang sneered. Taking advantage of the moment when Patriarch Thirteen took out his magic treasure, he took out two Thunderbolt Pearls and threw them at Patriarch Thirteen. Then, he injected his cultivation base into the Thunderbolt Pearls and caused them to explode.
Boom!
Boom! Two loud noises were heard as the Thunderbolt Pearls exploded, releasing shocking shockwaves that swept out in all directions. The impact forced Patriarch Thirteen to step back. His face turned ugly.
After retreating for more than 30 meters, he finally stabilized himself. His expression was gloomy as he stared at the location of the explosion in shock and fear.
What was that thing? How could it have such terrifying power? It was too scary.
He didn't dare to imagine. If he didn't run away in time, he would have been blasted into smithereens.
Also, because he retreated so quickly, he didn't have time to retrieve his spear. It fell to the side.
Patriarch Thirteen suppressed the anger in his heart and endured the humiliation. He snorted coldly and looked at the spear. This spear had been with him for many years. It was his trump card. It was hundreds of times more valuable than the Blood Vines. If it wasn't for the fact that his life was in danger, he wouldn't have taken it out.
But now that he took it out and didn't have time to attack Xiao Yang, it fell to the ground. He was a little angry.
He waved his hand, wanting to retrieve the spear.
But someone was faster than him. It was Xiao Yang.
Xiao Yang had long noticed that the spear was extraordinary. Otherwise, how could he have taken out two precious Thunderbolt Pearls?
When the opponent's spear fell to the ground, he couldn't wait to make a move. With a wave of his hand, he released his cultivation. His cultivation wrapped around the spear, and the spear flew uncontrollably into Xiao Yang's hand.
Xiao Yang looked at the spear in his hand. He clicked his tongue and praised, "As expected of a good treasure. It's a pity that it's on the verge of destruction. It can only display its power once."
Xiao Yang released his Divine Sense and directly erased the mark left by the Fang Clan's Old Ancestor Thirteen on the spear. Then, he branded his own mark and began to control the spear. After waving it around, he felt that it was very smooth.
"Despicable, shameless, vulgar. Xiao Yang, give me back my spear."
The Fang family's Old Ancestor Thirteen was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. That long spear was clearly his, but now it had fallen into Xiao Yang's hands. Furthermore, Xiao Yang had erased his Divine Sense Imprint.
His strongest killing move was this spear. Even if he could only use it one last time, it was more than enough to deal with Xiao Yang.
Now, seeing that Xiao Yang wanted to use this spear to deal with him, Patriarch Fang panicked.
He had used this spear before, so he knew the power of this spear. Even a level eight Martial Ancestor Realm would find it difficult to block it, let alone a mere level seven Martial Ancestor Realm.
"You want this spear? Okay, I'll return it to you now. You have to catch it well. "
Xiao Yang smiled coldly and poured his cultivation into the spear. The spear buzzed and suddenly expanded. Under Xiao Yang's control, it suddenly flew into the air and released a shocking aura. A majestic force suddenly exploded.
"Go."
Xiao Yang roared and pointed at Thirteen, the Fang Clan's Patriarch.
Suddenly, the spear seemed to have found its target and released a strange power of law. With a swoosh, it pierced through the void and penetrated out.
"Ah, no."
The spear had just disappeared. In the next moment, the spear had already pierced through Patriarch Thirteen's chest.
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