"A small Yang family in Mangaocheng is so arrogant and domineering, isn't he afraid of getting into trouble with someone who shouldn't be messed with?" When Ye Kuan appeared again, he was already in the hall, and a pair of cold eyes looked at Yang Xiong coldly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After the shock, Yang Xiong immediately thought of the man behind him, gritted his teeth, and snorted coldly: "Huangkou Xiaoer, he speaks wildly, and he dares to speak disrespectfully with some slight demon skills, slandering and slandering the elders, Liu Guan, is this kind of person the distinguished guest recruited by your Liu family?"

This time, Yang Xiong didn't keep his hand anymore, if the previous coercion was like a giant wall pressing away, this time it was a high mountain, spreading shadows all over the sky, and pressing towards the top of Ye Kuan's giant mountain.

The man behind Yang Xiong took a few steps back, his hands were firmly wrapped again, and he looked at this scene with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was going to ignore it anymore, Yang Cuijuan beside him glanced at the man suspiciously, and then Lianbu moved lightly to the man's side and snuggled up again.

On the side of the Liu family in the field, Liu Feng is the one with the highest cultivation, and only Liu Feng can resist Yang Xiong, but in the face of Yang Xiong's coercion, he can only compete with coercion.

Although Liu Feng's cultivation is far inferior to Yang Xiong, his divine sense is amazing, if he is guided by a strong divine sense, Liu Feng can barely resist Yang Xiong, but by doing so, it is easy to expose the secrets of the Liu family.

You must know that the Xuan Gong of the Divine Sword Technique is unknown to the Yang family, who have been friends with the Liu family for many years.

However, when he thought of Ye Kuan's amazing identity, Liu Feng made a decision with a gritted tooth, and the divine consciousness in the sea of consciousness quickly condensed into a group.

But just when his divine sense in the sea of consciousness was about to come out of his body and lead his breath out, Ye Kuan took out a strange treasure weapon with a golden bell tied to a red rope.

It's weird, it's the red rope that just wraps around the wrist, and the two golden bells tied to it are only the size of the tail fingers, which look sparse and sparse, and it feels like an incomplete treasure.

The strange treasure shook slightly, and suddenly the two small golden bells shook out a pleasant ringtone that echoed in the hall, and the listener's heart shook for a while, and he was dizzy, and he also suppressed the coercion that Liu Feng was about to swing out.

"Full of crooked reasoning and slander, and continuously wantonly attacking the disciples of the Great Sect, the crime deserves death!" The cold murderous intent filled the room, and when everyone came back to their senses, Ye Kuan's figure disappeared again, and only the cold voice echoed.

The first of the people to react was naturally Yang Xiong, who had the highest cultivation, and under the shock of the pleasant ringtone, he scattered his coercion, and when he was unprepared, he was also affected by the ringtone, and when he came back to his senses, only a condensed black figure remained in the hall, and Ye Kuanren had disappeared.

Ye Kuan's cold voice echoed in his ears, and Yang Xiong, whose face had changed greatly, regathered his divine sense and scattered to search for Ye Kuan's figure, while his figure also quickly retreated, and a long sword with a golden streamer appeared in his hand.

Suddenly, Yang Xiong's expression, which was rapidly retreating, changed again, and the golden long sword burst out with brilliant golden rays and slashed horizontally towards the front right.

I don't know when, a pitch-black figure has been standing in front of Yang Xiong's right, the black mist of the pitch-black figure is surging, and the divine sense induction seems to be a fog that is absent, and the divine consciousness condensation can only be detected clearly, but for the pitch-black figure formed by the tumbling black gas, even the divine consciousness condensation is difficult to detect clearly.

Yang Xiong's divine consciousness was condensed and concentrated, and he saw a vague figure from this pitch-black figure, and he didn't have time to distinguish it at all, and his heart suddenly appeared uneasy, and he almost didn't want to swing his sword and slash it away.

This hurried sword was almost infused with all of Yang Xiong's cultivation, and the brilliant golden light that burst out completely dispersed the black mist surging in front of the pitch-black figure, revealing a human figure holding a strange long sword, Ye Kuan!

Yang Xiong was arrogant and domineering, not to mention trespassing into other people's mansions, but also suddenly attacked him, an unrelated person, and from the dialogue between the Liu and Yang families, this person was just a small family member in the small Mangao City.

Nameless anger burned in Ye Kuan's heart!

The bone-quenching stage of a small family actually attacked the disciples of the elders of the Huazhou Great Sect, and even slandered and insulted, which was simply looking for death!

And there is another reason that prompted Ye Kuan to make a move, that is, from the perspective of breath induction, Yang Xiong is just a Yuanshi who has just entered the quenching bones, and the realm has just stabilized.

Before the golden sword was sharpened, Ye Kuan had already drawn out with his sword, and the moment the golden mang dispersed the black qi, the two long swords had already struck together, but the expected sound of the golden and iron resonance did not echo in everyone's ears.

At the place where Yang Xiong's golden sword and Ye Kuan's long sword collided, a strange wisp of scarlet mist overflowed from the tip of Ye Kuan's long sword's blood-red sword, and climbed along the body of the golden sword, and then Ye Kuan was blasted backwards by the huge force coming from the golden sword.

Born in a small family, practicing the exercises and being inferior, not long after entering the bone quenching, Yang Xiong's foundation is also a bone quenching period Yuanshi, and the sword with almost all his strength is not something that Ye Kuan can resist at all, and the corner of Ye Kuan's mouth overflowing with a wisp of blood when his body is thrown backwards.

Seeing that Ye Kuan was repulsed, Yang Xiong's uneasiness gradually disappeared, and while he breathed a sigh of relief, he found that his back was completely wet, and the corner of his eyes swept to the long sword in his hand under the erosion of a wisp of scarlet mist overflowing from the strange long sword in Ye Kuan's hand, and he couldn't help but feel resentment in his heart.

Boy, I, Yang Xiong, am one hundred and twenty-seven years old now, and I have never suffered such a disgrace, if I don't kill you today, how can I show up in Mangao City again!

With the killing thought in his heart, Yang Xiong's eyes suddenly became resentful, but before he could step forward, he looked at Ye Kuan with a stunned expression, and the uneasiness in his heart that had not yet disappeared suddenly rose to the extreme.

The body shook suddenly, and a huge pain came from the back of his heart, accompanied by a slight cracking sound, Yang Xiong's whole person flew up, and fell in the same direction with Ye Kuan.

In the air, Yang Xiong saw the corners of Ye Kuan's mouth with a hint of ridicule hooked up again.

No! The primordial beast on this person's shoulder didn't!When did it get behind him!?

Turning over in the air, Ye Kuan landed steadily on the ground, and then kicked his feet, his body returned to the air, and the long sword in his hand stabbed straight towards Yang Xiong's chest.

At this moment, Yang Xiong's body was thrown into the air and he didn't have time to adjust, and in the face of the attacks that came and went, his face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and raised the dim golden sword to his chest, forcibly urging the chaotic Yuan Force in his body to pour it into the golden sword, and the golden mangs of the golden sword were heavy.

Suddenly, Yang Xiong felt that his gaze turned, and his figure moved sideways to one side, and at the same time, Ye Kuan's cold voice came into his ears.

"Huang Huaiyong, what do you mean!"