"Although Tai Huangtian will definitely be held accountable in the future, once Tai Huangtian takes action, this person will undoubtedly die, but this person can have such strength, and it is worthy of the name of genius."

Just when everyone was talking about it, after Yang Ming completely resolved the funeral, mana continued to surge, and the light flashed in his pupils, looking at the three old men, coldly!

"I remember that you were in a group with him. Since he is a group, he is dead. You should all go to **** with him."

"Ok?"

Hearing this, the three of them were stunned, and then their expressions instantly darkened, looking at Yang Ming with murderous intent!

Especially the young man in black, straddling a step, holding a long sword in his palm behind his back, exuding a strong sword aura!

Obviously, this peerless flying sword!

Looking at Yang Ming, said coldly!

"Yang Baicheng, you mean because of the funeral, and the three of us will die too?"

"Since you dare to come to me, you must make all preparations first. Am I Yang Baicheng a good person?"

Yang Ming sneered and answered coldly.

"Hahaha, really funny, funny!"

The black-clothed boy suddenly burst into laughter, but then his face became cold, and he looked at Yang Ming and said every word!

"Don't think you killed the burial, just think we are nothing more than this. I tell you, buried among the four of us, the strength is the lowest, you kill him, there is nothing to be proud of!"

"Yes, the burial is indeed strong, but compared with us, it is still far behind. If you think that if you kill the burial, the three of us will become lambs to be slaughtered for you to kill, you are sorry to tell you, You are wrong, and so wrong."

The middle-aged man also sneered, disdainfully said!

"It is really unexpected that the three of us will face such a situation one day!"

The old man sighed, looked at Yang Ming, and shook his head. He didn't seem to think that he would be looked down upon by a junior!

Looking at the three of them, they had a relaxed expression like a chicken.

"Too much nonsense!"

When facing the three of them, Yang Ming was rude and sneered.

"Too much nonsense? Yang Baicheng, you are really arrogant, if so, let me teach you a lesson!"

The black-clothed boy Cong gave a sneer, with a sword in his hand, without leaving any ghosts and gods, came to Yang Ming and stared coldly.

"Really? You deserve it too?"

Yang Ming also coldly refused, his momentum was not weak at all.

"Yang Baicheng, I don't know where your courage came from. I thought that if you killed a burial, you would ignore all the masters in the entire fairy world? If that's the case, then I'm too disappointed in you!"

The old man sighed, looked at Yang Ming, and then at Yue!

"Gui and burial are different. He specializes in one practice. One cultivation lasts for thousands of years. After he has cultivated to Dzogchen, he did not practice other great avenues, and based on his own understanding of great avenues, he created nine killing patterns. These nine patterns are Power above Three Thousand Avenue!"

"Can you not chirp like this, talk nonsense, and just shoot?"

Hearing this, Yang Ming drew his ears and said impatiently.

"It's really incurable. The treasure is in the front. Naturally, the treasure is the main thing. Since you have to do this, then come on, I will fulfill you!"

Hearing this, he calmly said, he raised the long sword in his hand. At this time, the aura of the whole person had completely calmed down. The whole person stood there as if the human sword was one, motionless.