In a small courtyard at the back of the inn, there was a large tree in the courtyard, the leaves were mottled, blocking the scorching sunlight from the outside, and it was cool under the tree. The patriarch of the Yellow River is practicing knife skills in his hand to recuperate, the scimitar in his hand is like a big river rushing, every move contains the surging true qi, the fallen leaves around the courtyard are swept by the knife wind, and instantly turn into fine powder.

"My sword technique has been completely completed, the day after tomorrow I will first take Gao Cheng's head to sacrifice the knife, and then go to challenge the Northern Beggar! Eighteen palms of the dragon, this time I will see how you break my sword qi!"

The patriarch of the Yellow River did not regard Gao Cheng as an opponent at all, the last time in the reeds, he and Gao Cheng fought more than a dozen moves, and asked himself to find out the details of the other party, Gao Cheng just relied on horizontal kung fu to make his strength stronger, this time he had a defense, not to fight with him, directly urging the invincible sword qi, no matter how strong the body will be cut apart.

He had only one goal, and that was the Northern Beggar, Hong Qigong, who had defeated him a few years ago! The Yellow River Patriarch was thinking in his heart, when he suddenly frowned and turned his head to look at the door of the courtyard.

Bang!

A figure slammed into the wooden door of the courtyard like a stone bullet thrown by a trebuchet, blasting the sawdust from the two wooden doors flying, and then this figure was castrated unabated, and bombarded directly towards the Yellow River Patriarch.

As soon as the Yellow River Patriarch's body moved, he flashed to the side, Peng, this figure hit the big tree in the courtyard, click, only the sound of bones shattering, this figure fell to the ground, revealing a familiar face.

"Qinggang?" The Yellow River Patriarch Bai Xu moved, shocked and angry, the figure that flew in was his disciple Shen Qinggang, he turned around and saw Gao Cheng striding towards with a black heavy sword in his hand. He was followed by Zhang Shaotian and Yang Tiexin.

"Gao Cheng is you! You actually killed my disciple!"

Gao Cheng laughed and said, "Old ghost of the Yellow River, your apprentice is unruly, then I will teach you a lesson and let him understand the fate of unruly!"

The Yellow River Patriarch's eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of cold killing intent, he knew that his apprentice grandson had made some small moves outside these days, but he didn't expect Gao Cheng to go directly to the scene in person, he said coldly: "Originally, I wanted you to live for two more days, since you sent it to the door yourself, and you broke the rules of the competition, then don't blame me for sending you to see Lord Yama in advance!"

"What nonsense, pick me up!"

Since ancient times, the villain died from talking too much, and without waiting for the other party's voice to fall, Gao Cheng snorted coldly, and the Xuantie heavy sword in his hand roared up with a heavy wind.

The Yellow River Patriarch's face changed, and the scimitar in his hand turned into a fierce knife qi to meet him.

Zhang Shaotian and Yang Tiexin in the back were each holding swords, and they were going to help, but Gao Cheng moved too fast after coming out of the mansion, and they didn't even move after them, so they followed Gao Cheng all the way to sweep all the Yellow River Gang disciples and killed them in the small courtyard behind the inn.

Yang Tiexin's strength was weak, and he was shocked by the reputation of the Yellow River Patriarch, he was very worried, and when he saw Gao Cheng fighting with the other party, he couldn't help but ask softly: "Pavilion master, how many chances do you think Gao Shaoxia has to win?"

Zhang Shaotian frowned, and said with some uncertainty: "I can't say for sure, but since Gao Shaoxia took the initiative to kill the door, he should have seventy or eighty percent certainty of winning." ”

Just as the two of them were guessing, Gao Cheng had already fought with the Yellow River Patriarch for more than ten moves, the sword qi and the sword qi were staggered, and the courtyard was constantly whistling, Zhang Shaotian and Yang Tiexin could feel the aftermath from a long distance, and their faces were blown with a faint tingle. I couldn't help but retreat again.

"Is that all there is to it?"

After Gao Cheng and the other party exchanged more than a dozen moves, his face showed a trace of disappointment, he did not use the Flying Immortal Sword Technique in these dozen moves, but the basic sword style that he cultivated in the river waterfall, but even the basic sword style, after having the Xuantie heavy sword, became indestructible and very powerful.

The scimitar of the Yellow River Patriarch did not dare to collide with the Xuantie heavy sword at all, so he could only wander around and harass with his sword qi. After possessing Jiuyang Divine Skill, Gao Cheng's strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and he has reached the level of the world's five uniques. A top master like the Yellow River Patriarch is no longer his opponent.

Gao Cheng sighed slightly in his heart, his mind of taking the Yellow River Patriarch to try the trick faded, his face returned to calm, the Xuantie heavy sword in his hand moved suddenly, and an incomparably powerful sword qi roared, Jiuyang True Qi attached to the heavy sword, and the domineering and fierce sword qi burst out.

This sword technique condenses the essence of the Flying Immortal Sword Technique, as if heaven and earth are shrouded, and does not give the Yellow River Patriarch any room to dodge. Boom, the knife was broken, the arm was broken, and the body was neatly split in half, and blood splattered, staining the big tree in the yard red.

The Yellow River Patriarch still had a trace of consciousness, and his two eyes looked at Gao Cheng deadly, full of disbelief. However, as his body fell to the ground, a trace of his thoughts quickly dissipated.

A stream of water-like illusory air flew up from the body of the Yellow River Patriarch and disappeared into the gate of fate. Another lucrative fate point into the account.

The Yellow River Patriarch never thought that Gao Cheng, who was not regarded as an opponent by him at all, would improve his strength so much in just three months, especially the domineering and incomparable swordsmanship, he didn't even have a chance to resist after making a move.

"What a terrifying swordsmanship......"

"Patriarch of the Yellow River, just died? This is too fast, isn't it? It didn't take a few hundred rounds to finish?"

Zhang Shaotian and Yang Tiexin, who had been shocked by the scene in front of them, felt that everything in front of them seemed to be illusory, which was a little unbelievable. The Yellow River Patriarch is a top master who is qualified to challenge the world's five peers, and he is still the hole card of the Yellow River Gang.

The Yellow River Gang does not have Sha Tongtian as the gang leader, and it is still a powerful force in the northern martial arts, but if there is no Yellow River Patriarch, it is difficult to say whether there will be this gang in the future.

At this time, the disciples of the Yellow River Gang and other martial arts people in Taiyuan City heard the news and hurriedly rushed to the Yuelai Inn, and when they came to the place, what they saw was the corpse of the Yellow River Ancestor who had been turned into two halves.

Originally, the disciples of the Yellow River Gang who rushed over were still preparing to besiege Gao Cheng, but after seeing this scene, they all became frightened, their hands and feet were a little numb, and even the swords in their hands were a little unstable. Some of the more clever disciples had quietly retreated.

Gao Cheng swept his eyes coldly, these people's hearts trembled, they couldn't control their hands and feet anymore, and when there was a loud bang, a long knife fell to the ground, like an infection, and many disciples of the Yellow River Gang threw away their weapons one after another, indicating surrender.

"A bunch of rubbish!"

Gao Cheng snorted, since the other party surrendered, he didn't go on a killing spree, after all, this is not a battlefield for the two armies to fight, just a fight between the rivers and lakes. He said to Zhang Shaotian: "Pavilion Master Zhang, you lead people to drive out all the disciples of the Yellow River Gang in Taiyuan City! From now on, the sect of the Yellow River Gang has existed in name only, pay attention to Sha Tongtian's movements, and tell me as soon as there is news about him!"