Yang Zhen flew all the way through the rooftops of the houses and headed straight for the center of the city.

The night hid his figure, because he flew over the rooftop, and along the way, he didn't meet a single person.

When his figure stood on the wall of the backyard of the county government, no one found him.

There were a few disciples of the Huashan faction in the courtyard who were patrolling back and forth with the hilt of the sword on their waists, and one person was still holding a dog in his hand, but none of these people looked up at the top of the courtyard wall, but the dog that was held by a Huashan disciple moved his ears and looked at the black shadow on the courtyard wall alertly.

Yang Zhen saw it, and before the dog who didn't know what coat color barked, he grabbed it with a paw volley, and in the dark night, nothing seemed to have happened, but the dog who had just found Yang Zhen's figure suddenly whined twice, and then fluttered and fell to the ground, with four short feet twitching, and after a few times, he stretched out his legs and didn't move.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong with Blackie?"

"Li Xing! What happened to your little black? ”

"Little black little black! What happened to you? What happened to you? ”

Several Huashan disciples who were patrolling didn't know what was wrong with the dog, and for a while, several people's attention was focused on the dog that was already dead.

And Yang Zhen's figure has disappeared on the wall of that section of the courtyard.

…… At this time, in the hall in the backyard of Yuanfengcheng County.

Liu Yuntong, the second elder of the Huashan Sword Sect, was smiling and sat cross-legged behind a low table, on which several delicacies and a jar of wine were placed.

On the left and right sides below him, there were the same low tables, six on the left and six on the right, and on each low table were placed several delicacies of all colors and aromas, and on each low table there was a jar of fine wine.

Behind the twelve low tables sat a young disciple cross-legged, nine men and three women.

These young men and women have players and virtual characters in the game, all of whom are Liu Yuntong's personal disciples.

Judging from the fact that they had eaten most of the dishes on each table, they had been drinking this meal for a while, and the faces of several disciples who were not drinking well were already flushed.

At this time, the atmosphere at the table was warm.

A young disciple about thirty years old at the top of the left stood up again, picked up his wine bottle with one hand, and poured it into the wine bottle with the other hand, while his body swayed a little towards Liu Yun on the first seat: "Master, Master!" I would like to toast your old man again! I wish that tomorrow under the leadership of your old man, we will take the Yuan and Yuan Gao City in front again! ”

"Haha! As a teacher, borrow your auspicious words from the second child! This glass of wine is drunk for the teacher! ”

Liu Yuntong smiled with great interest, picked up the wine bottle in front of him, and drank the remaining wine in the wine bottle in one gulp.

It was at this time that Yang Zhen stepped into the door of the lobby.

The door was originally open, as if Yang Zhen was being welcomed.

"Liu Yuntong! You don't have a chance to take Yuangao City! ”

Yang Zhen's words made the thirteen Liu Yuntong masters and apprentices in the lobby who were all a little drunk feel surprised, and the drunken ones immediately turned their heads to look over.

The drunken ones are a little stronger, and the movements that turn their heads are like slow motion.

"Choke!"

"Choke!"

"Choking ......"

…… Of the twelve disciples who reacted, five or six of them immediately stood up and pulled out the sword at their waists.

Those who didn't draw their swords were scared away a lot, and struggled to stand up, and their right hands were pressed on the hilt of the sword at their waists.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

"Bold! Dare to trespass on the inner hall of this door! Looking for death? ”

…… Completely different from the tension of these disciples who were facing the great enemy was Liu Yuntong, who was their master.

Regarding Yang Zhen's sudden appearance, although a trace of surprise flashed on his face, he did not stand up, nor did he pull out the sword at his waist, and even his right hand was not pressed on the hilt of the sword.

His left hand was still holding the wine bottle, and after the initial surprise, in the tense and vigilant atmosphere of his twelve disciples, his right hand once again grabbed the wine jar on the low table and slowly poured a glass of wine into the wine bottle.

When he put down the wine jar and held the wine bottle steadily, he squinted at Yang Zhen who was standing in front of the hall door, and slowly spoke: "Aotian Demon God? Three days ago, in the middle of the night, you broke into the bloody barracks and killed him in public, the old man had already heard about it. How? You're here to get the old man's head tonight? ”

Upon hearing these words, the faces of the twelve young disciples on the left and right all changed.

Is he the Aotian Demon God?

He killed the Scarlet Shadow?

He's here to kill our master tonight?

Will Master be able to stop him?

There are so many of us, can we stop him?

For a while, all kinds of thoughts in the hearts of the twelve disciples came to their hearts together, and all of them were in turmoil.

"Don't say I won't give you a chance, as long as you can catch me alone for ten moves, I'll spare your life."

When he said this, Yang Zhen set up a bureau in his heart, this bureau was not set up for Liu Yuntong, and Yang Zhen himself was not sure who would fall into this bureau, perhaps, until the Huashan faction was completely destroyed, no one would fall into it.

"Huh, ten moves?"

Liu Yuntong sneered when he heard this, as if he had been greatly insulted, he drank all the wine in the wine bottle in one gulp, and then suddenly fell down the wine bottle in his hand, the old body stood up suddenly, and with a smack of his right hand, he pulled out the sword from his waist and sheathed it, and pointed at Yang Zhen at the door of the hall from afar, sneering on his face, and said angrily: "The sect master of this sect does not dare to speak out, and he will take the head of the old man in ten moves!" Don't meddle any of you! As a teacher, I want to see what ability he has to take the surname of the teacher within ten moves! ”

The latter sentence was naturally said to his twelve apprentices on the left and right.

A faint sneer appeared at the corner of Yang Zhen's mouth, and he slowly walked towards Liu Yuntong while deforming his hands in the click.

Again, I didn't see him vibrating his hands, his hands were clicking, slowly turning into claws, the ten-finger phalanges were significantly elongated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flesh on his hands quickly dried up and clinged to the bones of his hands.

The nails on the claws also became sharp and hard.

"Kill !!"

Liu Yuntong, who was standing at the top of the hall, suddenly shouted, and suddenly kicked the low table in front of him, kicking all the low table and the wine and food on the low table to Yang Zhen's side, in order to interfere with Yang Zhen's sight.

And he himself followed, with a body of seven or eight meters, and his sword followed the low table and the sky full of wine and food to stab at Yang Zhen, who walked slowly.

In the face of Liu Yuntong's move, Yang Zhen's legs suddenly bent and flicked, and his feet suddenly seemed to be equipped with a strong spring, and the whole person suddenly flew into the air three or four meters high, and his legs were retracted like birds flying.

The dwarf who was kicked over by Liu Yuntong flew over with seven or eight wine and vegetables with soup, and flew under Yang Zhenshuang's feet together with a sword stabbed by Liu Yuntong immediately behind, and also stabbed more than two feet under Yang Zhenshuang's feet.

Wind Roll Building Remnant!

Yang Zhen's eyes sharpened, his body spun rapidly, his legs stretched and contracted, like an electric drill falling from a high altitude and spinning, attacking Liu Yuntong below.

It is the fourth-type wind scroll remnant in the wind god's legs, and it is the first time for Yang Zhen to use it against the enemy.

But I saw that the dishes, dishes, soups, and wine jars that had just flown under Yang Zhen's feet all flew back upside down as if they had been swept in by a tornado, surrounding Yang Zhen's legs, and striking at Liu Yuntong below.

Liu Yuntong probably had never heard of the Aotian Demon God being good at leg techniques, so he panicked for a while.

Not only him, but also the twelve disciples who were watching on the left and right were all shocked.

Eagle Claw King Aotian Demon God, how can he still have such a strong leg technique?

Yang Zhen's figure kept falling, and in the process of descending, the two-legged electric drill also took turns attacking Liu Yuntong, who was standing on the ground with both feet.

Coupled with the seven or eight dishes, wine jars, wine bottles, dishes, and soups around his legs, Liu Yuntong was suddenly forced to retreat, and the sword in his hand couldn't stop resisting, although it blocked Yang Zhen's legs and feet, but it couldn't block all those dishes and dishes and the soup of the dishes.

It was just a face-to-face effort, and there were many vegetable leaves, shredded meat, and colorful soup on his head and face, which was very embarrassing.

When he was embarrassed to resist and caught a glimpse of Yang Zhen's left foot landing, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, thinking that this move was finally over.

Unexpectedly, Yang Zhen's left foot just landed, and although the drill-like leg method was terminated immediately, there was another continuous fast-attacking leg method that took advantage of the situation to pursue.

Storm and Storm!

Yang Zhen used his claws to perform this trick more than once.

But it was the first time in a long time that he used his legs to use this move against the enemy.

But seeing the leg shadow rolling, the left leg attacked seven or eight legs in a row, the left foot has not yet landed, the right foot rises from the ground, and the attack on the left leg continues, and it is continuously attacked with seven or eight legs, and when the right foot is about to land but has not yet landed, the left foot rises from the ground...... This is the third type of storm in the Aeolus legs.

Continuous rapid attack and strong attack, the offensive is like a tide, a fierce wind, and a torrential rain.

The offensive was not only fast, but also heavy as a drum.

Liu Yuntong, who thought that after Yang Zhen's left foot landed, he could catch his breath, found that he was wrong.

Couldn't be more wrong.

There was not even a respite.

When a storm is followed by a storm.

Liu Yuntong didn't have time to think about whether it would be easier this time.

Yang Zhen's more powerful leg technique followed suit, revealing his hideous face.

"Kamikaze Howls !!"

At this time, Yang Zhen finally roared angrily.

With Yang Zhen's roar, a hurricane suddenly blew in the lobby, and all the wine dishes, dishes, wine jars, and wine bottles on the low table made a rattling sound at the same time, and a huge wind rose from the ground, and the terrifying hurricane sound was like a typhoon suddenly landing, and the huge sound could be heard seven or eight miles away.

All the things in the hall that didn't have long roots were either directly rolled up, or they were unstable and staggered, such as Liu Yuntong's twelve disciples.

When Liu Yuntong's twelve disciples' faces changed drastically and their bodies were sucked up and down by the hurricane, Yang Zhen's left and right legs were leg after leg, and three legs in a row slammed on Liu Yuntong's left shoulder.

Three-legged!

Every time he smashed it, he could hear a terrifying sound of bone cracking, and he smashed it with three legs in succession, and the sword in Liu Yuntong's hand didn't know where it flew for a long time, and his body, which could have been regarded as tall, was actually smashed down nearly half a meter.

The whole person is almost in a ball.

Eyes, ears, mouth, nose and ...... Terrible blood gushed from all over the seven holes.

The eyeballs were smashed and bulging out.

(To be continued)