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The last time Wu Zhiyuan went to the Black Descending Gate, he was unloaded by the disciples of the Black Descending Gate, and this sacrificial sword has been left in the Black Descending Gate. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wu Zhiyuan took the peachwood sword and stood up with the support of the wooden sword.

Yang Chengzong saw Wu Zhiyuan standing unsteadily and crumblingly, and the corners of his mouth skimmed a sneer: "Senior nephew Wu, do you still want to fight?" ”

Wu Zhiyuan gritted his teeth, secretly lucked his vitality, and found that although his vitality was full, it was not running freely, and there were even signs of chaos, thinking that it was caused by the blockage of the meridians in the whole body, and the vitality could not run according to the usual path, he no longer said more, tried to stand firm, and slowly walked towards Yang Chengzong step by step with a peachwood sword in his hand.

Yang Chengzong looked at the peachwood sword in Wu Zhiyuan's hand, his face was full of contempt, he held the blood shadow magic knife, a rare weapon in the world, so he naturally didn't take the peachwood sword in Wu Zhiyuan's hand to heart.

When he was only five or six steps away from Yang Chengzong, Wu Zhiyuan stopped, stood in place and looked at Yang Chengzong coldly, with a grim expression.

Yang Chengzong shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "What's the matter, you can't walk?" Then I'll come to you. As he spoke, he slowly approached Wu Zhiyuan complacently.

Although the current Yang Chengzong has also been poisoned, the poisoning is still light, and the movement of his limbs is quite sensitive, but Wu Zhiyuan is far inferior to him. Therefore, he did not have any vigilance against Wu Zhiyuan, and this was exactly what Wu Zhiyuan hoped for.

When he was only an arm's length away from Wu Zhiyuan, Yang Chengzong stopped, his hand holding the knife tightened, and his eyes looked directly at Wu Zhiyuan, and he was silent.

The two looked at each other and stared at each other for a long time, Yang Chengzong suddenly shouted, raised his knife and slashed at Wu Zhiyuan's left shoulder.

The distance was very close, Wu Zhiyuan could only quickly retreat and dodge if he wanted to protect his left shoulder, but he did not dodge backwards, but suddenly fell sideways to the ground, and at the same time, he was in a hurry to raise his vitality, and the peachwood sword in his hand slashed towards Yang Chengzong's ankle close to the ground.

Yang Chengzong's knife suddenly slashed into the air, but at the same time, the peachwood sword in Wu Zhiyuan's hand slashed at his ankle.

Hearing the sound of "click" and the bones cracked, Yang Chengzong screamed and fell directly to the ground, he didn't expect Wu Zhiyuan to suddenly make such a strange move to attack his lower plate, and when he reacted, his calf and leg bones had been cut off by the peachwood sword.

Yang Chengzong fell to the ground, holding his right leg and calf with both hands and rolling constantly, this kind of external force smashed the bones was extremely painful, very people could bear it, and after a while, Yang Chengzong was sweating profusely in pain.

Wu Zhiyuan slowly got up, picked up the Blood Shadow Demon Knife that Yang Chengzong had dropped aside, and walked to Yang Chengzong's side, he did not use the Blood Shadow Demon Knife, but raised the peachwood sword in his hand and slashed at Yang Chengzong's left leg and ankle.

With the sound of bones breaking, Yang Chengzong let out another howl like killing pigs.

Wu Zhiyuan's eyes were cold, and he raised his peachwood sword and was about to cut off the bone of Yang Chengzong's left wrist, when at this moment, a voice shouted to dissuade him: "Little Daoyou, spare him!" ”

Wu Zhiyuan's hand holding his sword stopped in mid-air, slowly turned his head to look in the direction of the source of the sound, and saw a person slowly walking out behind the disciples of the Black Descending Sect, that person had an old face and a goatee, but he was in good spirits and had a serious expression, Wu Zhiyuan felt familiar, he thought about it carefully, and recognized who this person was.

It turned out to be Yang Banxian of Xishen Inn!

When Wu Zhiyuan and Moon Shadow Fuxian went to the Nine Heavens Fairy Tomb in Yinshan Mountain, Yang Banxian also kindly dissuaded him and gave Wu Zhiyuan some advice, although he didn't help much, but the situation that Wu Zhiyuan encountered in the tomb was basically consistent with Yang Banxian's expectations. Therefore, Wu Zhiyuan has the impression that Yang Banxian is also a good person.

"Senior Yang, is that you?" Wu Zhiyuan was stunned and said, Maoshan is not close to Jinan Xishen Inn, and Yang Banxian suddenly appeared here, which could not help but surprise him.

"Little Daoist, don't come unharmed!" Yang Banxian walked in front of Wu Zhi and made a Taoist bow.

"Why did the seniors come to Maoshan?" Wu Zhiyuan directly expressed the doubts in his heart.

"Come for this unscrupulous son." Yang Banxian still had a serious expression and glanced at Yang Chengzong who was lying on the ground.

Wu Zhiyuan was stunned, heard Yang Banxian's name for Yang Chengzong, and thought that both of them were surnamed Yang, and immediately guessed the relationship between Yang Banxian and Yang Chengzong, so he forcibly stood firm and asked, "Could it be that you and he are ...... seniors?"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Banxian nodded and said two words: "Exactly." ”

Although he guessed the relationship between the two, Wu Zhiyuan was still very surprised, it seemed that these two people who couldn't beat each other suddenly became father and son, and he didn't accept this fact for a while, so he stopped talking, and wanted to ask why the two of you were father and son, but this is obviously meaningless.

Yang Chengzong had already fainted from pain at this time, and Yang Banxian looked at Wu Zhiyuan, and the atmosphere was a little embarrassing.

"I have a relationship with you and me, and the old man has also given you some advice, so I beg Brother Wu that you can spare the dog's life, and I will take him away from Maoshan and never step into Maoshan again!" Yang Banxian broke the silence and said.

Wu Zhiyuan suddenly looked up at Yang Banxian, his expression was solemn, and his eyes were slightly moist.

Wu Zhiyuan didn't know how to choose, he turned his head to look at Zhang Zefang, who was sitting not far away, who was looking at Wu Zhiyuan and Yang Banxian. Seeing Wu Zhiyuan's inquiring gaze, Zhang Zefang nodded slightly.

"Good!" Wu Zhiyuan nodded.

"Thank you." Yang Banxian arched his hand, walked over and helped Yang Chengzong up, and without saying a word of nonsense, he was about to go down the mountain.

"Wait!" When Yang Banxian just walked to Zhang Zefang's side, Wu Zhiyuan suddenly spoke.

"Brother Wu, what's the matter?" Yang Banxian turned his head and looked at Wu Zhiyuan in astonishment.

Wu Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, but still said the question in his heart: "Why...... Will you be father and son? ”

Yang Banxian's face was a little ugly, he obviously didn't expect Wu Zhiyuan to ask such a question.

"Because he gave birth to him, he is his son." Some of the Black Descending Sect disciples next to him said softly, they felt that Wu Zhiyuan's question was a bit ridiculous.

In fact, Wu Zhiyuan didn't mean what he was asking, what he wanted to ask was why Yang Banxian was in the Xishen Inn, but his son Yang Chengzong was in the Maoshan Sect, and Shigong Gushen ordered Wu Zhiyuan to drive the corpse to the Xishen Inn, what is the relationship between Yang Banxian and the Maoshan Sect?

Yang Banxian hesitated for a moment and asked rhetorically: "If I don't say it, won't you let us go?" ”