Chapter 242 This Yang Jian is Terribly Strong

After Li Jing and his wife stood firm, both relief and fear appeared on their faces.

If Yang Jian and Nezha had not come to their rescue in time, I am afraid that the two of them would have been submerged by the red waves.

But now they were still on the battlefield and had no time to talk nonsense. They just cast a look at Nezha and Yang Jian, and quickly adjusted their state, ready to fight again.

Wang Bian, who was far away, was covering his broken arm with his hand, his face showing a ferocious look of shock.

He didn't expect that Yang Jian's strength was far beyond his imagination, so Yang Jian succeeded and cut off his arm with one knife.

This also made him shift his primary target to Yang Jian.

He retreated hundreds of feet like lightning and looked at Yang Jian carefully.

"Who are you?"

Yang Jian did not hide it, and shouted in a deep voice: "I am Yang Ling's son, Yang Jian."

Upon hearing this, Wang Bian's eyes suddenly flashed with surprise, "You are Yang Ling's son? The Yang Ling that was taught by others? No wonder you are so powerful!"

He took a deep breath and circulated the magic power in his body. He saw a golden light flashing at the severed arm, and the flesh and blood were actually growing back at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, a brand new arm was restored.

Wang Bian waved his new arm, tested the strength, and showed a satisfied look on his face. His eyes became sharp again, and he waved the whisk in his hand, and the clouds in the sky rolled and thunder roared.

"Tian Gang Thunder Technique!"

Wang Bian let out a low roar, and countless lightning flashes suddenly appeared in the clouds in the sky. The power of thunder gathered and formed terrifying lightning bolts that struck Yang Jian.

Faced with this sudden attack, Yang Jian did not retreat at all. Instead, his fighting spirit became even more intense.

He raised his sword high, and the runes on the blade began to flicker, as if countless sword auras were wandering through it.

"Boom!"

Thousands of thunders struck down.

Yang Jian showed no fear at all. His body seemed unusually firm amid the thunder, like an immovable mountain.

"bring it on!"

Yang Jian shouted loudly, facing the thunder, he swung the blade in his hand violently, bringing up a bright blade light, and collided head-on with the thunder.

Amidst the loud rumbling sounds, thunder and sword light intertwined, bursting out with dazzling light, and the entire battlefield seemed to be shrouded by this power.

The soldiers around the battlefield retreated involuntarily to avoid this battle between immortals and gods.

As Yang Jian swung his sword, all the thunder in the sky rolled back.

There was a hint of surprise on Wang Bian's face, as if he had not expected Yang Jian to be so strong.

But soon after, thunderclouds began to gather above his head again. The clouds in the sky quickly condensed, lightning flashed through the clouds, and made a heart-pounding roar.

"Tian Gang Lei Fa is a unique skill that I have practiced for many years. Today, I will let you see its true power!"

Wang Bian’s voice seemed to come from the sky, full of shocking power.

As Wang Bian finished speaking, he held the whisk in both hands, his magic power surged, and the thunder in the sky seemed to be summoned. The lightning condensed into thunder balls, which rotated in the sky, making a sharp buzzing sound.

"Boom!"

The thunder seemed to have received the destiny. Bolts of lightning came down towards Yang Jian like divine dragons descending to the earth, with unparalleled destructive power.

Faced with such a terrifying attack, Yang Jian did not show any intention of retreating. There was a determination flashing in his eyes. He raised the sword in his hand again, and the cold light on the sword became even brighter.

“Come on!” Yang Jian shouted, holding the sword in his hand, like an unshakable mountain, striking down towards the thunder.

He shot up into the sky like an arrow shot from a bow, crossing paths with Wang Bian. The two of them fought fiercely above the clouds, tearing the clouds in the sky into pieces.

Yang Jian's figure tumbled in the air like a flash of lightning, interweaving with Wang Bian's thunder, performing a thrilling aerial battle.

Under Wang Bian's urging, the Tiangang Thunder Method was like a woven net, covering the sky and the earth, with thunder and lightning, trying to trap Yang Jian in it.

However, Yang Jian was like a tiger descending from the mountain. Every time he swung his sword, there was a sound of breaking through the air, splitting the lightning one by one. Wherever the sword passed, the thunder scattered.

Wang Bian looked at this scene, with more and more surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect that Yang Jian could be so calm under his thunder magic.

As he retreated, he kept changing his hand seals and using his magical powers. Magical formations appeared behind him, and each magic formation was emitting terrifying power, which turned into attacks of fire, water, wind, thunder and other elements, and fiercely attacked Yang Jian.

But Yang Jian seemed to ignore these attacks. His sword skills were very powerful, and every time he swung his sword, it was accompanied by sword energy, which broke Wang Bian's magical powers one by one.

His figure danced in the sky, and every step he took made a thunderous sound, shaking the air around him.

Wang Bian was surprised to see that his attacks were repeatedly broken by Yang Jian. He knew that he could not hold back any longer, so he gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, waved the whisk in his hand, and sacrificed the bottle again.

"Watch what I have to say!" Wang Bian roared and overturned the bottle.

Suddenly, a huge red river poured out from the bottle, carrying rolling waves and sweeping towards Yang Jian.

The river seemed to dye the sky blood red, and its power was strong enough to break down the mountains.

Yang Jian stood in the air, looking at the huge waves with sharp eyes. He knew that this was Wang Bian's trump card and he had to deal with it carefully and never be careless.

He took a deep breath until his chest was full, then he blew out hard.

A cold air blew out from his mouth and turned into a white whirlwind, which directly collided with the red river.

As everyone stared in amazement, the huge wave actually solidified in the air and turned into a huge iceberg, hanging in the sky, reflecting the sun's rays and flashing dazzling cold light.

The iceberg sparkled with crystal light in the sunlight. Not only was Wang Bian's attack resolved, but it also became a beautiful scenery.

Wang Bian widened his eyes. He had never imagined that Yang Jian not only had amazing martial arts skills, but also had such unfathomable magical powers.

His face turned pale. Such strength and such means were enough to show how terrifying Yang Jian was. This young man was definitely capable of competing with him!
No, judging from the performance alone, the opponent is even stronger than him, the veteran Golden Immortal.

After all, he relied on the power of the magic treasure to create the red river that flooded everything, but the other party used Taoist magic through his own magic power.

It is obvious that Yang Jian's magic power is stronger than his own!
At this moment, Yang Jian stood on the top of the iceberg, overlooking Wang Bian. The light in his eyes became even brighter, and the sword in his hand pointed to the sky, as if challenging the heaven and earth. His momentum reached its peak at this moment.

"Wang Bian, do you have any other tricks?" Yang Jian's voice echoed in the sky, shaking the air around him.

He was looking forward to it.

The fight between him and Wang Bian just now was just a treat for him, he hadn't had enough yet.

Kong Xuan stood on the city wall, his eyes penetrating the dust and smoke of the battlefield, gazing at Yang Jian's heroic figure.

He witnessed Yang Jian freezing the Red River in one breath, and couldn't help but show admiration on his face. He whispered in admiration: "What a great Yang Jian, he is truly a rare talent, a child of destiny!"

Zhang Kui and his wife were originally a little dissatisfied that a young man like Yang Jian was given so much attention, but now they are no longer dissatisfied at all.

They looked at each other and silently gave Yang Jian a thumbs up. Although they themselves were also very powerful in Taoism, they could never freeze a river in one breath.

Yang Jian's performance really convinced them.

On the other side of the battlefield, Wen Zhong's brows were furrowed, his eyes were complicated, and his heart was filled with worry and anxiety.

He knew that Wang Bian's strength was unfathomable, but he didn't expect that Yang Jian was not to be underestimated and could even freeze the Red Water River.

Qin Wan and several other Heavenly Lords also frowned.

They are here to help. The first battle is crucial and must be won. Otherwise, not only will they lose face, but the morale of the soldiers will also plummet.

It can be said that the outcome of this battle is related to the direction of the entire war. Once they lose the battle, the situation will be difficult to reverse.

At this time, Zhang Zhao Tianjun stepped forward. He wore a fishtail crown, his face was as green as ice, his chin was covered with red beard, and he held two swords. His eyes were burning with a fierce fighting spirit. He said to everyone, "My fellow brothers, I will go forward to help and join hands with Brother Wang Bian to take down that little thief from the human sect!"

Qin Wantianjun pondered for a moment and felt that Wang Bian alone might not be a match for Yang Jian, so he nodded immediately.

"That's fine too."

After hearing this, Zhang Zhao Tianjun no longer hesitated. His figure flashed and he flew towards the center of the battlefield like a meteor.

Wang Bian felt relieved when he saw Zhang Zhao Tianjun coming, and he quickly said to him: "This boy is extremely powerful, and you and I need to be careful when we join forces."

Zhang Zhao Tianjun just laughed it off and responded confidently: "Don't worry, Senior Brother Wang, if we work together, we will definitely be able to subdue this kid."

The two stood on opposite sides of the battlefield. Yang Jian was alone, facing two Golden Immortal-level warriors, but he showed no fear. He held a horizontal sword in his hand, his eyes were like torches, waiting for the opponent's attack.

Wang Bian and Zhang Zhao Tianjun looked at each other, then both flew up, their magic power surged, the clouds in the sky rolled again, thunder rumbled, and the power of Taoism gathered into brilliant light, pressing down towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian did not retreat but advanced instead. His sword drew brilliant tracks in the air, as if the sword light could tear the sky and earth apart.

Whenever a Taoist attack approached, he could always break it up accurately. The collision of the sword light and the Taoist magic produced a deafening roar.

Zhang Zhaotian Jun frowned slightly when he saw this. He had not expected that Yang Jian's swordsmanship could be so powerful. His spells were actually broken one by one.

He swung the two swords in his hands violently, and sword lights flashed, trying to use more powerful force to break through Yang Jian's sword light.

However, Yang Jian's swordsmanship was unpredictable, and every swing seemed to be able to predict the opponent's attack and dissolve Zhang Zhao Tianjun's sword light one by one.

Seeing this, Wang Bian had to increase his strength again. As he waved his whisk, the power of Tiangang Thunder Method became even stronger. The lightning was like a violent dragon or snake, trying to trap Yang Jian in a lightning net.

But Yang Jian remained calm and composed. His sword seemed to have life, and every time he swung it, it brought with it a majestic momentum. Wherever the sword passed, the lightning net was shattered and the thunder and lightning dissipated.

Although the combined attack of the two Heavenly Kings was extremely powerful, it seemed to have lost its effectiveness under Yang Jian's sword.

Every time an attack was broken, Wang Bian and Zhang Zhaotianjun felt a little surprised.

They couldn't help but start to re-examine the opponent in front of them. Although Yang Jian was young, he not only had profound magical powers, but also had experience in fighting far beyond ordinary people. It seemed as if he had been trained for a long time. He was an absolutely powerful enemy.

The battle continued, Yang Jian's figure shuttled between thunder and magic, his sword skills became more and more wild, every swing of the sword seemed to be able to split the sky, shocking people. Zhang Zhao Tianjun saw that his sword light was repeatedly broken by Yang Jian's sword, and his inner anxiety became more and more intense.

He knew very well that if he could not inflict a substantial blow to Yang Jian, he would lose all his face today, not to mention gaining an advantage on the battlefield.

So, he no longer hid his clumsiness, and with a flip of his wrist, he took out a yellow gourd from his sleeve. The mouth of the gourd flipped over, and immediately a puff of red sand spurted out and flew towards Yang Jian.

The red sand particles were tiny, like dust, but they carried an extremely sharp vitality. They fluttered in the air like blood-colored butterflies. Each grain of red sand contained an evil force that could scatter the soul and take away the spirit, specifically polluting the human spirit, making it insane and causing the soul to collapse.

This yellow gourd was imitated by Zhang Zhao Tianjun based on the legendary Nine-Nine Soul-Dispersing Gourd. Although it is not as powerful as the real thing, it is more than enough to deal with ordinary cultivators.

However, when the red sand came towards him, Yang Jian's eyes showed a hint of surprise. His Yuan Shen had been tempered countless times and was extremely tough. To him, the red sand was just like an ant trying to shake a tree and could not cause any substantial damage.

Yang Jian was secretly surprised, because he knew that the real Jiujiu Sanhun Gourd was in his father's hands. He didn't expect to encounter a replica today.

Faced with this sudden attack, Yang Jian did not panic. He shook the sword in his hand, and a dazzling light suddenly burst out from the sword, cutting all the red sand into pieces.

Wherever the sword light passed, the red sand in the sky turned into nothingness, and the evil demonic energy dissipated along with it.

When Zhang Zhaotianjun saw this, his face changed. He didn't expect that Yang Jian could resolve his fatal move so easily.

His anxiety turned into shock, and at the same time he became more certain that Yang Jian's strength was extraordinary.

Wang Bian, who was standing by, also felt a sinking feeling in his heart when he saw this.

He thought that the joining of Zhang Zhao Tianjun would be able to quickly turn the tide of the battle, but he did not expect that Yang Jian's strength would be unexpectedly strong.

He knew that if they could not defeat Yang Jian today, he would probably become a serious threat to them in the future.

The two Heavenly Kings exchanged glances again and decided not to hold back any longer. They had to use all their strength and launch the strongest attack in order to defeat Yang Jian.

So, Wang Bian and Zhang Zhao Tianjun activated their magic power at the same time, the clouds in the sky rolled more violently, thunder and sword light intertwined, forming an offensive more terrifying than before, pressing towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian stood on the top of the iceberg, facing this powerful attack, he was not afraid at all.

He raised his sword again, and the light on the blade became even brighter, as if it had the power to tear everything apart. His figure burst out with a powerful momentum in the air, facing the attack that almost covered the entire sky, Yang Jian swung his sword down, and a blade of light poured down like a river in the sky, directly splitting the surging attack in two.

Everyone on the battlefield was shocked when they saw this scene.

Yang Jian's performance once again exceeded everyone's expectations. His strength was no longer comparable to that of an ordinary Golden Immortal.

When Qin Wan Tianjun saw that Zhang Zhao Tianjun and Wang Bian were unable to subdue Yang Jian together, he immediately became dissatisfied.

His face was as gloomy as water and his expression was very ugly.

You know, they are the Ten Heavenly Lords of Jin'ao Island, the well-known immortals of Jiejiao. Now they are facing a junior, but they are repeatedly frustrated, which is really embarrassing for them.

At this time, Baili Tianjun stepped forward. He was wearing a white battle robe, holding a spear, and had a stern expression. He said to Qin Wan Tianjun: "Qin Tianjun, let me try too. Although Yang Jian is strong, he is only one person after all. With so many Tianjuns waiting here, how can we let him get carried away?"

When Qin Wantianjun heard this, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, but he finally nodded.

Baili Tianjun no longer hesitated, and moved his body, turning into a beam of white light, rushing straight into the sky. Seeing this, Nezha immediately shouted angrily: "What a great Jin'ao Island Ten Tianjun, actually using their numbers to bully the minority!"

Nezha was holding the Fire Spear and was about to soar into the sky when he heard Yang Jian's voice: "Nezha, no need to come over! You stay behind to support me, I can handle it alone."

Nezha was unwilling to do so, but he knew Yang Jian's character. Once he made a decision, he would not change it easily. He could only suppress his will to fight and nodded in agreement: "Okay, Yang Jian, be careful. I will stay behind to help you."

Bai Li Tianjun flew high into the sky, looking down at Yang Jian below. His spear flashed coldly in the sunlight, his aura was like a rainbow, and his magic power condensed into circles of white halos around him, each of which contained powerful strength.

"Watch out!" Bai Li Tianjun shouted angrily and swung his spear. Countless spear shadows poured down like a rainstorm. Each spear shadow contained the power to destroy mountains and rivers.

Yang Jian still stood on the top of the iceberg, his sword in hand and his eyes determined.

Facing Bai Li Tianjun's attack, he swung the sword in his hand again. The sword light was like a waterfall, and each sword light hit the gun shadow accurately, breaking it one by one.

The atmosphere on the battlefield became increasingly tense, and every collision seemed to tear the world apart.

Although Baili Tianjun's attack was fierce, he was unable to make any substantial progress under Yang Jian's sword.

Yang Jian's figure was flying on the battlefield, with great momentum. He was not afraid at all when facing the siege of the three Heavenly Kings.

Wang Tianjun's red water was like a raging torrent, Zhang Tianjun's red sand covered the sky, and Bai Tianjun urged on boundless flames. The three attacks intertwined together, as if to devour Yang Jian.

However, at this critical moment, a dazzling light burst out from Yang Jian's body, and his body shape suddenly changed, revealing an image of three heads and six arms.

Each of them has a stern face, and each arm holds a magical weapon. The slingshot, spear, magic sword and horizontal sword, etc., each show their magical power, forming an indestructible line of defense.

The spear pointed to the sky, the magic sword cut through the void, and the sword swept across. Every move of Yang Jian accurately resisted the attacks of the three Heavenly Kings.

The red water turned into harmless mist under his spear, the red sand shattered into dust under his magic sword, and the raging flames were split into two under his horizontal sword, making it impossible to get close.

Upon seeing this, Wang Tianjun condensed his magic power, muttered something, and waved the whisk in his hand. The Red Water River surged again, turning into huge waves, rushing towards Yang Jian, trying to drown him.

Yang Jian waved the spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear moved. The vast red water solidified in an instant and turned into crystal clear ice peaks. His figure shuttled between the ice peaks, and the red water river could not touch him at all.

Seeing that the red water had no effect, Zhang Tianjun's face darkened. He shook the yellow gourd in his hand again, and red sand surged like a bloody storm, trying to corrode Yang Jian's soul.

But when Yang Jian swung the magic sword in his hand, the sword light was like a waterfall. The red sand turned into nothingness under the sword light, and the evil demonic energy was dissipated along with it.

Bai Tianjun became more and more anxious when he saw his companions fail one after another. He urged his magic power, and the halo around him flickered. Endless flames fell from the sky, trying to trap Yang Jian in the sea of ​​fire.

However, when Yang Jian swung his sword, wherever the sword light passed, the flames were weakened one by one as if encountering ice until they were completely extinguished.

Bai Tianjun couldn't help but feel a little terrified.

The battle became more and more intense, Yang Jian's figure danced on the battlefield, and every move he made was carried with the force of thunder.

Although the attacks of the three Heavenly Kings were fierce, they were still unable to gain the upper hand due to Yang Jian's powerful strength.

Yang Jian fought against three people alone, but he was not at a disadvantage.
As the battle progressed, the fear in the hearts of the Tianjun gradually turned into fear. The more the battle went on, the more frightened the Tianjuns became. They could feel that Yang Jian's body was not simple.

Their attacks of water, fire, thunder and lightning could not leave any mark on him.

Bai Tianjun couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He suspected that the Yang Jian in front of him might have a head of bronze and arms of iron, and was immune to water and fire. He was simply an indestructible body.

The strength displayed by this young man has far exceeded their expectations. His magical powers and fighting experience have reached an incredible level.

Nezha stood at the back, watching the fierce battle in the air, and couldn't help but mock loudly: "Haha, what a grand show! The three of the Ten Heavenly Lords of Jin'ao Island can't deal with a junior together. This is such a disgrace!"

His words were like sharp arrows, piercing the hearts of the three Heavenly Kings.

Upon hearing this, Wang Bian, Zhang Zhao Tianjun and Bai Li Tianjun's faces turned pale. They were very famous in the cultivation world, but now they were suppressed by a young man in public. This was an unprecedented shame.

The three of them looked at each other, and the anger and unwillingness in their hearts erupted like a volcano.

They no longer held back and put all their life's learning into practice.

Wang Bian waved the whisk in his hand, and the power of the Tiangang Thunder Method increased again. The thunder rolled as if to destroy everything; Zhang Zhao Tianjun's double swords were like two dragons, drawing brilliant sword lights in the air; Bai Li Tianjun's spear skills became more fierce, and the spear shadows were like a storm, and every strike seemed to penetrate the void.

However, facing the violent attacks of the three Heavenly Kings, Yang Jian remained calm.

His three heads and six arms were like a god descending from heaven, and every swing of his sword carried supreme majesty and power. His sword light was like a ray of light that traveled through time and space, and every strike would turn the offensive of the three Heavenly Monarchs into nothing.

Qin Wantianjun, who was watching the battle below, looked increasingly unhappy, his eyes filled with gloom.

As the leader of the Ten Heavenly Lords of Jin'ao Island, he knew very well that if they lost today's battle, the prestige of the Ten Heavenly Lords would no longer exist.

He gripped the reins tightly in his hands, secretly wondering whether he should take action himself.

The battle continued, Nezha's mocking voice was heard constantly, the three Heavenly Kings had gloomy faces, and their offensive became more and more fierce, but Yang Jian's counterattack was equally fierce.

Thunder and sword lights intertwined in the sky, ice peaks and sea of ​​fire on the ground reflected each other, the entire battlefield was like the end of the world, but Yang Jian's figure was always as solid as a mountain.

Every time they attacked, the hearts of the three Heavenly Kings grew heavy. Although their magic power was profound, they seemed unable to find any flaws in the face of Yang Jian's near-perfect defense and counterattack.

Finally, after a fierce collision, the offensive of the three Heavenly Kings was broken by Yang Jian's sword. Their figures swayed in the air, with expressions of disbelief and deep frustration on their faces.

Qin Wantianjun stood in the distance, watching all this with cold eyes.

He saw clearly that Yang Jian was extremely powerful!
It was only a matter of time before Bai Li and his men were defeated.

"Set up the formation!"

When these two cold words reached the ears of Wang Bian, Bai Li and other three Heavenly Kings, they immediately became alert.

The reputation of the Ten Heavenly Lords of Jin'ao Island was not gained through their magical powers or spells, but rather through their attainments in formation.

Each of the Ten Heavenly Lords of Jin'ao Island is a master of formations, and few can match them in the art of formations.

This is also the unique skill of the immortals of Jiejiao, and it is truly a hidden skill.

However, it is rather troublesome to set up the formation, and its power is enormous, covering a wide range, so under normal circumstances, they will not use the formation against the enemy.

Because there is no need for them to use their full strength.

Ordinary immortals and gods would be terrified just by hearing their names, so how could they dare to fight them?

Even if there were some ignorant people who wanted to die, they were easily dealt with.

But now has come the most critical moment. If they do not use their best skills, they will be completely defeated by Yang Jian.

Thinking of this, Baili Tianjun waved his hands violently, the temperature between heaven and earth suddenly rose, and flames gushed out from the ground, like thousands of troops galloping.

His figure looked particularly majestic in the firelight, and the air around him was distorted by the scorching flames.

As his magic power continued to be injected, the flames began to condense and take shape, transforming into a huge flame array.

There were faint sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls in the flames, and each flame seemed to be stirring like a living thing, as if anyone who stepped into the formation would be ruthlessly swallowed up.

Bai Li Tianjun stood outside the formation, his spear pointed to the sky, his eyes sharp as a knife, staring coldly at Yang Jian, his voice full of provocation: "Yang Jian, I have set up the flaming formation, if you really have the courage, come in and fight!"

(End of this chapter)