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The golden sword qi mass was like a golden silkworm cocoon more than two meters long, and every time it turned, several golden sword qi as thin as a hair flew out, although it was not lethal, but the shocking air flow, the fluctuations generated when it cut through the air, also made many people tremble.

At this time, the half-moon-shaped sword qi of the man in black also remembered his side, and only a crisp sound was heard, and the half-moon-shaped sword qi shook a few times, and then disappeared without a trace. Frightened, the figure of the black-clothed man burst out, and the Broken Intestine Sword slashed down with a few whistling sounds.

Rumble!

A dull sound instantly spread throughout the entire sect that flowed to the Sword Sect, and everyone's hearts felt as if they had been co-attacked, and they felt extremely heavy. And the body of the man in black flew out in an instant under this dull sound, and the traces of the empty scratch carried a thick bloody aura.

The little dragon on the top of the tree, his eyes, also quietly flashed a trace of surprise, and then looked at the distant sky, frowning imperceptibly.

While the man in black flew upside down, he tried his best to control the balance of his body, but his blow just now was too hard, and when it passed through the golden sword qi mass around Yang Yan, it was almost returned to him with the same force, one can imagine how uncomfortable he felt now. The Broken Intestine Sword was crumbling in his hand, but in the end it was reluctantly held in the hand of the man in black, and his right hand was constantly trembling. Above the tiger's mouth, blood was still dripping, and like the blood at the corner of the mouth, it exuded a strange aura in the dark night.

What's going on?

When the black-clothed man's hand struck the golden air mass, it was as if it had slashed itself at that moment. The whole strength was like a snake, quickly passed through the Broken Intestine Sword, and all of it was returned to him, and under the full attack, his defense was naturally the lowest, and before he could react, he flew out upside down like a straw.

However, at the same time as the man in black flew upside down, the golden light around Yang Yan suddenly shattered like glass in an instant, and the energy blocks visible to the naked eye continued to fly out in all directions. Yang Yan, on the other hand, clenched the Rouyun Sword with both hands, stepped heavily on his feet, and the whole person was like a cannonball, soaring straight into the sky, and the next moment, he had already reached the top of the black-clothed man who had just stabilized his figure.

Call......

Golden sword qi, no! It should be a red-golden sword qi, like a meteor, cutting through a black ** domain tens of meters long in the dark night, making the whole night more mysterious and weird. And on both sides of that sword qi, the red air flow was like fire, constantly burning, instantly draining the surrounding water and rustling. Everyone below, including a strong man like Uncle Cheng, felt a moment of pressure.

The black-clothed man holding the Broken Intestine Sword was no exception, the moment he felt the pressure appear, he instinctively looked up at the sky, and the Broken Intestine Sword barely blocked his head with his trembling right hand, and his body retreated violently.

It's a pity that Yang Yan's speed was so fast that the sword in the hand of the black-clothed man had just reached his forehead, and the red-gold sword qi had already been slashed down.

The sharp blade of the Broken Intestine Sword only flashed one last cold light in the moonlight, and it was already broken inch by inch, and the continuous fall of the body flew in all directions. The whole night sky seemed to stand still at this moment. In the sky, the two figures also stopped at this moment. Yang Yan clenched the Rouyun Sword with both hands, and the red-gold sword qi seemed to have just left the tip of the sword, and the whole person was like a god of death, proud of the world. Below Yang Yan was the man in black, the gut-breaking sword in his hand had been completely broken, and the blood mist that was constantly flying was quickly dissipating and powdering.

"Old eight!" Seeing the body of the man in black disappear into the night bit by bit, the two men in black who fought against Uncle He broke their voices and shouted. Unfortunately, the only answer to them was the deeper night sky.

Yang Yan withdrew the Rouyun Sword and stood still above the void, calmly looking down, as he found that the man in black who no longer existed seemed to give him a familiar feeling. And Uncle Cheng's left and right were also attacked by two men in black. Every sword qi amazed the audience, and it seemed that Uncle Cheng was not wavering, but in his heart, there had already been a monstrous wave.

Yang Yan's figure flashed, and he appeared beside Uncle Cheng again, fighting side by side with Uncle Cheng. And now, in a one-on-one situation, the man in black is not Uncle Cheng's opponent at all, not to mention, in the beginning of the battle, both of them were injured.

Seeing that the eighth child they said was dead in Yang Yan's hands, the hatred of the two for Yang Yan almost reached an unprecedented height. With Uncle Cheng there, the two of them could only barely draw out one person to face Yang Yan.

The corners of Yang Yan's mouth pulled up a shallow arc, and the Rouyun Sword easily swung away the long sword of the black-clothed man's hand, and the yellow sword qi emitted by the black-clothed man hit the stone next to him impartially, and the sky was suddenly covered with dust.

Yuzhuo swordsmanship!

Yang Yan, who has broken through to the second-level sword king, can be said to have a similar understanding of Yuzhuo's swordsmanship to Wang Chong, and it will not be much inferior, perhaps the blue is better than the blue. Facing a man in black who was almost a third-level sword king, Yang Yan didn't feel the slightest nervousness. He only felt that the person in front of him aroused the war intent in his heart, as well as hatred. The hatred of the father and the hatred of the brother will be borne by these men in black first!

"Ahh Yang Yan naturally knew that it was impossible to kill the man in black in front of him, but as long as he could drag it down, waiting for Uncle Cheng to kill a man in black would mean that the man in black would almost have to die.

With the help of Yu Zhuo's sword technique, Yang Yan constantly dissolved the sharp attacks of the man in black. The man in black also quickly understood Yang Yan's purpose and woke up from his anger, but it was too late at this time. The black-clothed man who fought against Uncle Cheng had already added several sword wounds to his body again, and even on his back, there was a thirty-centimeter-long wound, and even the bones were vividly visible, which was very scary.

The black-clothed man who was not far away was fighting with the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect disciples who were constantly rushing out, and from time to time they could until the people on both sides fell, and in that scene, blood splashed and flesh and blood separated.

"Ah......... Kill him......"

"Rush...... Kill!"

"Quick, stop them!"

One by one, their eyes were red, like blood-sucking devils, constantly entangled with each other. The sword shadows on both sides continued, constantly harvesting life one by one.

From Yang Yan to now, it has only been more than ten minutes, and the fallen sect disciples and black-clothed people have exceeded three hundred. Seeing that the number of people in black was decreasing, and now they hadn't even entered the second sect, the two sword kings couldn't help but be disappointed, and looked at the sky from time to time, expecting someone to come to help. However, I don't know how many times I have prayed in my heart, and the dark night sky is still so silent.

Xiaolong suddenly looked up at the sky, sneered, and roared softly. "Be careful!"

Yang Yan's heart chuckled, what Xiaolong said about being careful, there must be nothing good, so he quickly withdrew and landed beside Xiaolong. And Uncle Cheng, although his body paused slightly, he still quickly withdrew his long sword and stepped back. And the next moment, where Uncle Cheng's plaintiff was standing, had been chopped into pieces by a soul-sewitching red light.

Uncle Cheng secretly screamed that it was dangerous, and couldn't help but turn his gaze away, and looked at Xiaolong, who had a calm face, but his heart was stormy again, and he couldn't help but affirm Xiaolong's guess a lot.

"Haha......" arrogant arrogance and a figure dressed in snow-white clothes quickly appeared in front of everyone. The sudden coercion instantly made everyone stop the battle in front of them, and they retreated into two separate lines.

"It's you!" Yang Yan subconsciously clenched the hilt of his sword and gritted his teeth.

The snow-white clothes, in the dark night, like the breeze and the moon, emitted a faint white light, rendering the surrounding air as beautiful as fog flowers. And the person inside the clothes was the three elders of the Ice and Snow Temple-Chu Yan! Chu Yan held the long sword in his hand, looked at Uncle Cheng with disdain, and then glanced at everyone around him. When he saw Yang Yan, he couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and the scene when he was defeated couldn't help but come back to his mind again.

"Haha, I didn't expect to kill two birds with one stone today. Chu Yan looked at Yang Yan and sneered. "Go to the old one, let me take your little one today. ”

Went to the old one?

Yang Yan's heart fell to a low point in an instant, so it must be that his father Yang Chengqiu had really had an accident, and he had nothing to do with the person in front of him. "What are you barking about!"

"Haha...... Ha ......" Chu Yan looked at Yang Yan proudly with an angry look on his face, and said disdainfully. "Isn't your father a good man? Isn't it also so embarrassed, a few years ago, your father had already broken into the temple without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and his soul was already gone, today, let me fulfill you, and let your father be reunited. ”

"You're farting!" Yang Yan's eyes suddenly turned red as blood, and he roared loudly. "It's all fake, it's impossible! How can you beat my father! You can't, never will!" The right hand holding the hilt of the sword made a rattling sound, as if it was crushing everything in the world, and the green tendons full of strength kept coming out from under the skin, looking particularly hideous.

"I can't beat it, but our temple can, and it doesn't take much effort, hmph, who told your father to be so ignorant of the principles of being a human being. Chu Yan snorted coldly and said sarcastically.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it......" Yang Yan shook his head and kept saying.

"Yang Yan, don't be impulsive!" Seeing that Yang Yan seemed to have lost his mind, Xiaolong gently pressed his shoulder and said softly.

"What are you doing here?" Uncle Cheng glared at Chu Yan angrily and shouted dissatisfiedly. "You're not welcome here, you go. ”

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