As he spoke, this true disciple took out his long sword and pointed at Wang Yan from afar, the look in his eyes did not decrease, and his head was raised slightly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, Wang Yan only felt inexplicable, he didn't know many people in the door, and there were no grievances and grievances in the past, and he didn't know the person in front of him at all, and he didn't know what the current matter was. It's just that as a swordsman, he was stopped and drew his sword against each other, even if he didn't know the reason, Wang Yan would not be without a response.

Seeing that the corners of Wang Yan's mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a sneer, he followed suit, and he flicked his fingers at the true disciple.

Sou.

With the sound of breaking the air, I saw a red sword gang flash away, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the disciple of the true lineage, that person was not weak, at the moment when Wang Yan made a move, the long sword in his hand swept away, and the red light suddenly appeared, and it was the soft silk sword gang that Wang Yan struck out was scattered.

"What can Jian Gang do with me?"

This true disciple still looked invincible, but before his words settled, there was a flower in front of him, and in an instant, his eyes couldn't catch Wang Yan's figure, only countless figures surrounded him.

Seeing this, the True Transmission disciple's eyes showed a slight shock, but then he snorted coldly, and the long sword swept away.

"Can the Phantom of the Body Trick deceive me?"

The true disciple shouted violently, and then saw that the long sword in his hand was like a rainstorm pear blossom, swinging thousands of sword shadows around, this sword momentum was like a storm, attacking fiercely and defending it without flaws, but as soon as its sword momentum came out, Wang Yan's voice came from near or far.

"The body is the sword, the sword is my body, all the laws return, and they appear in the sword, how can I deceive you?"

The moment the words settled, countless figures and phantoms merged, everything just now was like a dream, Wang Yan appeared in front of the true disciple of the true lineage, facing the impenetrable sword shadow that danced around his body, Wang Yan turned a blind eye, just raised the palm of his right hand, and the blue light on his palm shone brightly, and then struck forward.

Rumble!

Between this palm, Wang Yan's arm bones were like a muffled thunder rolling, but Wang Yan used one of Bai Daoxin's stunts, 'Old Bear Slapping the Tree', and after the palm struck, this palm was as fast as thunder, and it was caught in the heavy sword shadows, followed by Wang Yan's palm, and immediately like a strong wind, under such a change, the sword momentum of the true disciple actually cracked at once, and countless sword shadows dissipated, and his face immediately changed greatly.

"You..."

The True Transmission disciple's eyes were full of astonishment, and as he spoke, he hurriedly crossed the sword in front of him to support him, because he only felt that this palm was difficult to dodge, and he could only make a hard connection.

This feeling is somewhat similar to the palm of the old monster but it is actually different, the old monster is like heaven and earth locked under the palm of the old monster, the universe is reversed, Wang Yan's palm is far from reaching that point, he just contains a sword shadow in his palm, confusing the gods but not triggering, but it makes it difficult to distinguish the direction, giving birth to a sense of indefinite direction.

In the next moment, Wang Yan's palm slapped heavily on the sword body of the true disciple.

"Bang!"

Hearing only a muffled sound, as if there was a heavenly thunder exploding, as the sound entered his ears, the true disciple immediately felt that a monstrous force penetrated from the sword into his sword-holding hand, and in an instant, his sword-holding hand burst into the tiger's mouth, and the slightest blood seeped out and could barely hold the sword.

As a swordsman, if he can't even hold the sword, then everything will be over, so the true disciple should immediately tighten his teeth and hold on to the hilt of the sword and not let go.

However, Wang Yan smiled coldly when he saw this, and in the next moment, between the strength of his palm, the famous sword of the true disciple immediately trembled and released bursts of sounds like a wail, and at the same time as the palm was vigorous, the blue light on Wang Yan's palm changed, but it was the Dao Dao Rou Silk Sword Gang that rolled up in front of Wang Yan's palm, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed to condense a sword tip.

Sword in the palm of your hand!

This trick learned from Bai Daoxin's Xingyi stunt was not only proficient by Wang Yan in a few months, but Wang Yan combined it with his own exercises to produce another cardinal, although it was fierce and did not need Bai Daoxin, but it contained treachery and sharpness, even if it was opposite to Bai Daoxin with this move, Wang Yan also thought that he would not fall behind.

Whew...

As the sword blade condensed by this sword gang drilled out of his palm, the famous sword that was trembling made a little light sound, and with this sound, I saw spider silk-like cracks appear, and the whole sword actually showed signs of cracking.

"Dare!"

Seeing this, the True Transmission disciple was immediately shocked, and he took a sharp breath with a loud shout, and the red light on his sword immediately burst out, and the red mangden was all over the long sword, obviously urging his own sword gang to the extreme.

But in the face of such changes, Wang Yan's moves remained the same, only the internal qi in his body was urged by two points, and then the sword palm went straight forward, only listening to the sound of 'click', but under the hard shaking of the two swords, the sword gang on the sword of the true disciple collapsed.

Seeing that his own sword gang was destroyed, the true disciple was shocked and said, "You have cultivated into Yuan Gang?!" ”

The True Disciple didn't get Wang Yan's answer, and responded to him with an even more piercing 'click' cracking sound, but it was the famous sword in his hand that began to crack from the place where the sword in Wang Yan's palm touched.

In the next moment, in the disbelief of the true disciple, Wang Yan completely broke the sword in his hand with one palm, and as soon as half of the sword body was thrown away, the sword palm had already entered the middle gate, and then only heard a 'bang', the true disciple was in the palm of his chest, and the whole person flew out upside down like a broken kite, and flew out more than ten meters away, before falling to the ground like a dead dog trembling slightly.

Wang Yan's fight with this person seems to be not short, but it is over in just a few breaths, and it is not until the true disciple is beaten out, lying on the ground for a long time and unable to get up, Yan Bugui on the side came back to his senses, looking at Wang Yan with shocked eyes, although the name of the Blood Demon Sword is now famous in the two states, and he has also heard of Wang Yan's achievements in Beisheng Prefecture, but after seeing it this time, he knows how amazing the combat power of his nephew is.

Just looking at the true disciple lying on the ground, his body trembling a few times and trying to stand up but couldn't, Yan Bugui's eyes showed a hint of melancholy, and said: "Senior nephew, your shot is a bit heavy, Hu Yunyang is a person from Yingyue Peak after all, if the peak master of Yingyue Peak is investigated, master..."

Yan Bugui paused when he said this, Wang Yan understood what he meant, and the Proud Sword Villa sect couldn't help fighting, but the competition between the disciples of the same sect could not be a life-and-death fight, and there was room for each other, but Wang Yan not only seriously injured Hu Yunyang with one palm this time, but also broke his sword, and the attack was indeed heavier.

However, Wang Yan didn't care at all, but said lightly: "Since he shot a sword at me, he should have the consciousness of defeat, I have reservations when I think of the friendship of my classmates, and I blame him for being too self-conscious, and his sword will be injured under one move." ”

If this Hu Yunyang is a person from Lingyun Peak, I can't say that Wang Yan still has to do something to deal with, but it is a person from Yingyue Peak, Wang Yan has already guessed why he shot his sword at him, and now that this Hu Yunyang is injured by him, is it possible that Liu Zhaoxian will still pursue him?

Thinking of this, Wang Yan smiled slightly, then shook his head and turned away.