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After the old man in front of him heard Yang Xingzhou's words, the corners of his eyes couldn't help revealing a trace of sadness, but he immediately withdrew and looked at Yang Xingzhou, his eyes flashed: "Yang Xingzhou, I have heard of your prestige, and I know your ability!" ”

He seemed to be speaking to Yang Xingzhou, and seemed to be speaking to himself, his voice was low, but his tone was firm: "You are powerful in the world, there is no match, Shaolin, the beggar gang, Shenshui Palace, Shi Guanyin, they are not your opponents, even the second child of my family died in your hands." ”

"But no matter how bad my brother is, he is still my brother after all, although others are crazy, the swordsmanship is far beyond ordinary people, to put it mildly, looking at the world, there are not many people who can surpass him in swordsmanship, but when he joins forces with people to fight you, he only has the opportunity to stab a sword, which really makes the old man feel warlike."

Yang Xingzhou killed Shi Guanyin and Xue Xiaoren in the Bliss Palace, and the matter of capturing Wuhua alive has been spread from the Bliss Palace to the Central Plains, and everyone who heard it was moved, and they all had a new understanding of Yang Xingzhou's terribleness, and now Yang Xingzhou has become the most terrible person in the world, and there is no one.

Xue Yiren knew how powerful Yang Xingzhou was, and he also knew that he was not Yang Xingzhou's opponent in martial arts cultivation, but after learning the news of Xue Xiaoren's death, he began to prepare.

In the past six months, he has been in retreat in the sword room, and only recently has he come out to slowly practice swordsmanship, and he has been silent all day long, and he has not even spoken a word for a day, as if the whole person has turned into a peerless sword hidden in the scabbard, with a blank expression and restrained vitality all day long.

Later, when he heard that Yang Xingzhou drove to Xuejiazhuang, his eyes became a little smarter, but he was still silent.

Until today, when Yang Xingzhou was about to arrive, he burned incense and bathed, changed into new clothes, and the long sword that had been placed for more than ten years was worn by him on his waist again, and then he came to the courtyard and waited for Yang Xingzhou's arrival.

He hadn't said a word well for nearly half a year, but at this time, when facing Yang Xingzhou, the speed of speech was not slow or urgent, calm and quiet, for him, only at this moment in front of him could he really calm down and let him experience the freshness and intensity of life.

As he spoke, everyone in the courtyard dispersed, and in the entire courtyard, only him and Yang Xingzhou were left.

Today the weather is good for killing.

Whether to kill someone else, or to be killed by someone else.

Yang Xingzhou's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling the surging killing intent in Xue Yiren's body, and couldn't help but shake his head and said, "Xue Daxia, I'm not here to compete with you......

"Without further ado, draw your sword! Don't let Xue look down on you! ”

Xue Yiren's murderous aura exploded, the long sword was suddenly in his hand, and he shouted softly: "In Xia Xuejiazhuang, Xue Yiren, please also ask Yang Daxia to teach!" ”

He was just a leisurely appearance of an idle old man just now, except for the slight coldness of his eyes, he was not much different from ordinary people, but after the long sword in his hand, he suddenly became another person.

He was like a long sword in the sheath just now, the light was not visible, but at this time, the long sword was in his hand, and suddenly showed a sharp light, and a tragic murderous aura came out of his body, although the tip of the sword was not pointed at Yang Xingzhou, but just the murderous aura had filled the entire courtyard, and the courtyard seemed to suddenly become cold, and the birds flew away.

With his hands alone, he is much more clever than Xue Xiaoren in the past, and with Xue Yiren such an elder brother pressing, it is no wonder that Xue Xiaoren is unwilling, so that he stepped on the wrong path and became the leader of a killer organization, but even if he tried everything, he still couldn't surpass his brother.

In the end, only in the face of Yang Xingzhou's desperate situation, he finally broke through and stabbed the most corrupt sword in his life, but the sword that was stabbed beyond his own realm and skill also drained his life.

Xue Yiren is different, when his long sword is raised, the whole person is integrated with his sword, the body and sword are one, the sword in his hand has become an extension of his body, his sword is his body, as if it grows on him, it seems that he should carry this sword in his hand, if there is no sword, it seems that he lacks arms and legs, and has become a disabled person.

Only with the sword in hand, the appearance of this Xue Yiren can be considered complete.

Yang Xingzhou's face became solemn.

He originally thought that Xue Xiaoren's dying swordsmanship had surpassed the extreme of swordsmanship in this world, and must have surpassed his brother Xue Yiren, but now, he realized that he still underestimated the number one swordsman in the world in front of him.

Although Xue Yiren's long sword was not triggered at this time, it was already gaining momentum, it seemed that in order to issue the sword facing Yang Xingzhou, he had been preparing for many years, and if the emotions that had been suppressed for more than ten years broke out, even Yang Xingzhou would not dare to underestimate it.

No one dared to underestimate this world's number one swordsman, not even Yang Xingzhou.

Xue Yiren's long sword stabbed out.

A kind of melancholy that contains the loneliness of the peak and the road that is impossible to climb is poured out in this sword, this sword is like lightning, like thunder.

Just a quick!

It seems that only the fast stabbing of the long sword can vent the pain and sadness in the heart, catch up with the regrets of the past and the warmth of yesterday, and surpass the past and control the present.

Yang Xingzhou had never seen such a fast sword.

He had seen Lin Zhennan's swordsmanship to ward off evil spirits, and felt that it was indeed very fast, and then he saw the undefeated Sunflower Treasure Book in the East, and found that the swordsmanship in the Sunflower Treasure Book was really faster, and finally he saw Xue Xiaoren's swordsmanship, and felt that his swordsmanship had reached the extreme of swordsmanship in this world, but when Xue Yiren's sword stabbed out, Yang Xingzhou knew that Xue Xiaoren still didn't know much about his brother's swordsmanship after all.

He can send out the most brilliant and extreme sword in his life under the pressure of Yang Xingzhou, and Xue Yiren can naturally break through himself under the pressure of years of accumulation and Yang Xingzhou's huge pressure, and stab the fastest sword in life!

A sword stabbed out, as if breaking the torrent of time, the hand was raised, and the sword had arrived!

Yang Xingzhou couldn't dodge, and he couldn't dodge, the long sword in his hand also stabbed over, and his sword was also very fast!

This is the first move of the five swordsmanship that he pushed out from Xue Xiaoren's swordsmanship, and Shi Guanghuo is here!

Attack against attack, fast against fast.

When the two swords intersected, Xue Yiren's long sword suddenly changed, from extremely fast to extremely slow, one moment it was like a meteor passing through the sky, and the next moment it was like an old ox pulling a cart, but the sword intent was great, and this sword could still produce such a change in the case of being incredibly fast.

The long sword in Yang Xingzhou's hand changed with his feelings, and the first move had already changed to the second move before it was fully opened.

The spring breeze willows pass through the jade gate!

A sword that was as fast as lightning and as fast as thunder suddenly became gentle and delicate, like a spring breeze and rain, the earth thawed, and a hundred flowers bloomed, and even the unique "aroma" of spring could be experienced from the change of this sword momentum, which is a swordsmanship with a taste!

Xue Yiren's eyes showed an unbelievable light, and the swordsmanship in his hand changed again, becoming gloomy and cold, cold to the bones, full of murderous aura, and lifeless.

Yang Xingzhou's long sword changed accordingly.

The third trick, a lone traveler in the night rain!

This move is lonely, lonely and cold, which is consistent with the meaning of a sword stabbed by Xue Yiren, but the meaning of loneliness is more blooming.

If it is about loneliness and loneliness, unwillingness and depression, Xue Xiaoren understands it more deeply than Xue Yiren.

At this time, although Yang Xingzhou is playing the sword, it is more like Yang Xingzhou is competing with his brother instead of Xue Xiaoren, to prove to his brother that he Xue Xiaoren, the second master of the Xue family, actually knows what swordsmanship is!

The two of them intersected with their swords, and changes followed, Yang Xingzhou's fourth move "The Remnant Sun Returns to People Like Blood", and the fifth move "Wuding Riverside Zhengfu Bone" were used one after another, and then the sword light was displayed again, the breath changed, and the sixth move swordsmanship was naturally displayed.

Ten years of a sword to break the clouds!

This sword stabbed out, and the rolling sword light suddenly converged into an ordinary and ordinary sword, but the momentum was unparalleled, full of indomitable determination, a sword stabbed out, and the long sword in Xue Yiren's hand was shocked and flew out of his hand, his body shook violently, and he staggered back.

Yang Xingzhou's sword intent was on his head, the sword qi in his heart was not vomiting or unhappy, the sword light was Huohuo, and he roared to the sky: "Xue Daxia, when I finish this set of swordsmanship, you can come and taste it again!" ”

The body flashed, and the seventh and eighth moves were used one after another.

A hundred years of false fame is like a dream!

The loess sighs the red dust!

After reaching the eighth move, Yang Xingzhou's body suddenly stood still, his long sword was returned to the sheath, and he stood quietly with his back to Xue Yiren.

After a moment, he sighed and walked outside the villa.

Xue Yiren stood in place and burst into tears: "This is the swordsmanship of the second child of my family?" ”

Yang Xingzhou said: "It should be!" ”

Xue Yidao: "Okay! Good! Good! There is no shame in dying! ”

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Chapter Eighty-Eight: Eight Moves of Swordsmanship