In the hall, there was a deathly silence. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was a pungent smell of blood in the air.

The two halves of the corpse lying on the ground, motionless and soaked in a pool of blood mixed with internal organs, shook everyone's hearts!

When Father Yan's sword was slashed out, everyone thought that the Zhang Sect Master would knock him to the ground without much effort, so that he could understand the gap between the two.

Everyone could clearly see that a contemptuous smile appeared on the face of the Zhang Sect Master.

Even standing in place, without moving and dodging, it seemed that he didn't care about this sword and didn't pay attention to it at all.

However, the ending made everyone stunned and unbelievable!

When Father Yan's sword slashed down, the Zhang Sect Master still stood still, until the sharp blade slashed into his head, and he suddenly let out a terrible and frightened scream, but it was too late.

Why didn't he hide?

Or is he simply not able to hide?

But Father Yan's actions, although full of anger, were obviously unhappy, how could he not hide?

Or, this Yan family, who had been away from Xieyang Valley for more than ten years, had suddenly practiced more powerful martial arts over the years? Otherwise, with his crippled body, how could he neatly split people in half with a single sword?

At this moment, everyone's hearts were shocked and uncertain.

Even the Qin family looked at the middle-aged man who was holding a bloody sword and was stunned with suspicion.

After a long silence, Yan Dong on the opposite side took the lead in breaking the silence, and sneered: "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, Yan Zicheng, congratulations on recovering your martial arts." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

Only Father Yan himself was stunned as if he had lost his soul.

"Door Master!"

The disciples of the master of the Zhang Sect finally woke up and threw themselves down in front of the two halves of the corpse, weeping bitterly.

One of the older disciples drew the long sword in his hand with a "swish", pointed at Father Yan tremblingly, and roared with hatred on his face: "Senior disciples, let's do it together, kill this wicked man, and avenge the sect master!"

The disciples who were kneeling on the ground and weeping all stood up, drew their swords in unison, and their eyes widened with anger.

Father Yan held the blood sword in his hand, and his face turned pale.

At this moment, Yan Yuchen, who was standing behind, suddenly spoke: "Dad, you just deal with those old guys with strong martial arts, as for these little minions, I will help you do it, so as not to dirty your hands." ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and did not take out his scimitar, but stretched out his hand and took the sword that was still dripping blood in Father Yan's hand.

The crowd erupted in laughter.

"What an arrogant boy, he thinks that if his father kills a man with a sword, he will be invincible in the world?

"Hehe, Master Zhao Zhuang is a little restless, as the saying goes, the ignorant are fearless, this young man must have just come to Xieyang Valley, and he hasn't seen our martial arts here. ”

"Hmph, he will cry later, I hope that the disciples of the Changquan Sect will kill him with a sword, lest he die without knowing how to die. ”

Listening to these mocking discussions, many people in the Qin family showed a strange look on their faces.

These people don't know how powerful this young man is, but they do.

Killing dozens of masters of the Qin family in one sword, this kind of method, how can you people despise it, I really don't know who the ignorant person is fearless.

The person who was split in half by Father Yan's sword was the master of the Long Sword Gate.

At this time, the disciples of the Long Sword Sect were all filled with righteous indignation, ready to avenge the master of the sect, but unexpectedly came out a young man who looked sick and weak, was very young, but spoke wildly.

The eldest disciple Wu Cong laughed angrily, shook the long sword in his hand, pointed at the arrogant young man, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, very good! Boy, your father killed our master, then we will take revenge according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, either I kill you, or I kill your father." Since you want to stand up for your father, then good, our Long Sword Sect will not bully more or less, and I will kill you alone!"

Qin Yan, who was standing on the stage, sneered: "Do you bully more and bully less? Even a few of you in the Changjian Sect dare to bully more and less in my Qin family's territory?"

Wu Cong smiled coldly, and said mockingly: "Master Qin, let's take care of yourself first, no matter how powerful your Qinjiazhuang is, it is difficult to escape now, and you are not facing our Changjianmen family." Now I'm one-on-one with this kid to avenge my master, and I'm doing things according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, do you still have an opinion?"

Hearing this, Qin Yan's face did not show any annoyance, but there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes, he nodded, and said with a faint smile: "Of course the old man has no opinion, since he is acting according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, then you can do it." ”

And those Qin family members who had seen Yan Yuchen kill people in the morning were all full of sneers at this time, and some people's eyes even showed a hint of pity.

Ignorant people, since you have to kill yourself, who is to blame?

Qin Ruo's eyes stared at the young man motionlessly, holding her breath and concentrating, her eyes didn't blink, she really wanted to see what kind of terrible martial arts this young man was using.

"Boy, seeing that you are young and sick, I will let you do it first, and I can also let you make three moves. ”

Wu Cong's face was full of contempt, he put away the long sword in his hand, and carried it behind him, his tone full of pride.

Today, more than half of the Jianghu people in Xieyang Valley are here, so he not only wants to avenge the master, but also wants to take this opportunity to make a name for himself and gain a good reputation.

However, hearing his extremely conceited words, the expressions on the faces of everyone in the Qin family became even more strange, as if they wanted to laugh, but they couldn't.

When those people in Lingjiabao heard this, they took it for granted, after all, the other party seemed to be extremely weak, and it was impossible to say whether they had martial arts or not.

Someone smiled and praised: "I can endure hatred for a while, and I don't forget the rules of the rivers and lakes, this big disciple of the Long Sword Sect is not bad." ”

Hearing these praises, Wu Cong became even more proud, and squinted at the young man opposite and said, "Boy, do it, even if you use your strength to breastfeed, stab hard, hehe." ”

Yan Yuchen stepped forward very helplessly, and with a light handover of the long sword in his hand, with a "poof", a sword pierced his heart, and then shrugged his shoulders, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry for letting you pretend to have failed, hey." ”

“……”

Wu Cong looked down at the long sword that pierced his heart, his eyes widened, his mouth open, but he couldn't make any sound, and his face was full of disbelief.

How can it be?

How can it be!

Seeing that sword slowly stabbing in, he could have dodged it with great ease, but why couldn't his body move all of a sudden?

Why couldn't he move until the blade pierced his heart?

He could only feel pain, he could only feel fear and panic, but he was frozen in place as if he had been cast a spell, unable to move in the slightest, and could not even use the internal force in his body!

What the hell happened to him?

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