These Donglai Xuanjun paid the price for their tactical choices. At first, they wanted to escape in all directions, and their positions were too scattered. As a result, they were covered by Xu Yang with the Eight Pole Furnace. Under the Yaori Sword, they each fought and could not form effective resistance at all.

The price was terrible, and a ancestor Xuanjun died.

After paying great loss of mysteries, the remaining seven Xuanjuns finally gathered together in the golden ocean of light.

"Stand with it! This powerful sword technique is probably comparable to that of the holy technique... With Xu Yang's strength, the mysterious power will be exhausted soon." Cangmang Hou Liu Wantong roared.

The seven Xuanjuns exploded together and condensed into a transparent Xuan power shield.

The protective cover built by the seven people worked together to have enough strength to resist Xu Yang's Yaori swordsmanship.

"Yao Sun Sword, the second form, the big sunlight dragon!" Xu Yang pointed out his left sword, and pulled the blood-drinking sword with his right hand, and suddenly the endless golden magic swords gathered together, forming a large sunlight dragon with agility that was more than a hundred feet long and agile.

Xu Yang's current strength is infinitely close to the realm of Xuanwang. The higher his strength, the more he feels that these heavenly-level mystic techniques and holy-level mystic techniques have almost endless power and can be developed. The second form of the Ray Sword, the Great Sun Dragon, is several times stronger than the first form.

The light dragon roared silently, and the golden scales shone brightly. It suddenly circled and swayed, wrapping around the defensive shield formed by seven Xuanjuns. A powerful strangulation force surged.

The protective cover was squeezed and the seven Xuanjuns looked a little solemn.

"You can't sit and wait for death. You must completely destroy the sword energy light dragon transformed by Xu Yang." Peng Yuanhai shouted, "I'll maintain the shield. You will use your own unique skills to smash the light dragon!"

"Can you do it alone?" Some Xuanjun raised questions. After all, this was the safety of Peng Yuanhai alone.

"Since I say that, it means I'm sure!" Peng Yuanhai hooked his seal technique with his hands and suddenly printed it on his star sea position. Suddenly, the ancestor of the Peng family Xuanjun stood upright, his clothes bulged like sails, and his momentum increased several times.

"Old Peng is working hard. I believe him!" Chongyang Hou's voice was heavy, like an iron hammer hitting an anvil. "Now, we must let go of all suspicion and work together. Otherwise, we have no chance of winning at all!"

Chongyang Hou pulled out a hairpin from his head, and under the infusion of mysterious power, a red sword quickly formed.

The other ancestors of Xuanjun were stunned. They did not expect that this simple and unconventional hairpin was actually a top-notch treasure magic weapon. Looking at the red hairpin and sword, their eyes were straightened.

"This is probably the top-grade mysterious weapon of the heavenly level, and it is the kind of existence close to the holy weapon," Bo Wanghou said with a sigh. "Mr. Chongyang said it well, and now it is time to do it."

Bowang Hou Baiyang, with his hands on his shoulders, chest, and starry sea, each shot himself. A strange red light surged on his face, and his eyes were even red as blood.

"Xu Yang died. Look at my fire-yuan battle body!"

The figure of a giant flame slowly walked out of Bowang Hou Baiyang's body. The giant was only three feet tall at the beginning, but after walking out of the shield, it actually reached fifty feet. Flashes of cruel and violent aura surged endlessly.

"Spiritual Turtle Battle Body!"

"Chilong Ice Big Handprint!"

"The Five Tribulations of Heavenly Thunder!"

"Destroy the Demon Light!"

The seven Xuanjuns who can cultivate to the Xuanjun realm are naturally not stupid people. They are very aware of the dangers of the situation. Each of them has used their strongest unique skills and bombarded the Great Sunlight Dragon sword body.

A few dozen miles away from the Zeng Family Manor, several mysterious people stood and looked at the battlefield from afar. Without exception, they were all masters of the aristocratic families in Donglai City.

"The thrilling battle is almost comparable to a king's battle." A Donglai Xuanjun sighed.

"Master Boyang, why don't you go to help the fist?" Another ancestor Xuanjun, with a red face and red hair as red as fire, laughed.

"Marcedes Ximi, I think you have received a message from Marcedes Chongyang for help, why don't you go?" Marcedes Boyang asked back.

Ximihou laughed: "Why don't you go, why don't I go?"

The two looked at each other and saw a smile in each other's eyes.

"If these eight Xuanjuns fight with Xu Yang, it is best if they both lose money," Boyang Hou's eyes flashed with a leisurely fire. "One has already fallen... It seems that someone will fall. The pattern of Donglai Kingdom is about to change."

"Hey, you two, aren't you afraid that Xu Yang will grow up?" Xuan Jun, who was as thin as a monkey, smiled.

"What are you afraid of? No matter how strong Xu Yang is, he is just crossing the river dragon and has no foundation in Donglai City. His purpose is not to embezzle the territory of these eight major families, but to destroy the eight major families. Once Xuanjun, who is in charge of the eight major families, falls, the industries they left behind will definitely fall into our hands." Boyang Hou smiled slightly, "Marquis Ximi, Marquis Ruijin, I think we need to discuss it."

The rosy face of Ximi Hou smiled and said, "Yes, how to divide the industries of these eight races is indeed a problem."

In the Donglai Royal City, within the royal palace.

Two men in gold and silver robes stood at the door of a quiet room and walked anxiously.

After a while, a servant in gray clothes with a wooden face, holding a tray, walked out.

The man in silver robe saw a page of thin paper on the tray and felt like he had found a treasure. He quickly took it into his hand and opened it to read it.

There is only a short sentence on it: "Let him go."

The man in the golden robe said in shock: "The father ignored such a big thing? Should he let these eight lords die? Once they die, their inherent pattern will be broken, and Donglai Kingdom will definitely usher in chaos."

The man in silver robe put the tissue paper back on the tray and sighed, "No matter what, the will of the father cannot be violated. Let's go and don't disturb the father's retreat."

Two men returned to the living room of the palace. A group of old men wearing brocade clothes and wearing various family emblems fell to the ground.

"I've seen two princes."

"All of you get up," sighed the man in the golden robe. "The father has issued an order and must not interfere with this matter."

"What?" The old men from various families all looked panicked, "The eldest prince, the second prince, and the eight ancestors are all pillars of Donglai Kingdom. What should they do if they have something to do?"

"Two princes, please think twice! For the sake of this plan, we must mobilize all Xuanzong and Xuanjun in Donglai City to form a large formation, kill the arrogant little thief completely, and rescue the eight ancestors..."

"Stop it!" The man in the silver robe spoke coldly. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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