Yang Yanhan looked at Zuo Lengchan with a smile at this time, and suddenly said: "You are indeed going to die today, but you don't deserve to die at my hands."

As Yang Yanhan turned his body to the other side, a thin figure slowly walked out with a narrow edge of the long sword.

Zuo Lengchan looked at the young man at this time, and suddenly asked, "Hengshan Long Sword, who is he?"

Yang Yanhan smiled and said, "You may not know who he is, but I think his father will not be a stranger to the leader of the Left Alliance."

As soon as Yang Yanhan's words fell, a sparse sound of the huqin suddenly floated in from all directions. The sound of the harp was desolate, as if it were sighing, as if it were weeping, and it trembled with the sound of the lyre, making a staccato sound, like a drop of light rain falling on the leaves.

Zuo Lengchan looked around at this time, narrowed his eyes, and said loudly: "It turns out that Mr. Mo Da has arrived in Xiaoxiang Night Rain, I don't know if Mr. Mo Da is not fighting the Demon Sect on the Black Wood Cliff, what is the intention of returning here?"

However, the sound of the huqin is getting louder and louder, but in the dark, there is no trace of Mr. Mo Da.

Zuo Lengchan suddenly remembered something at this time, and asked the young man in front of Yang Yanhan, "Boy, are you surnamed Liu?"

The young man cast his bloodthirsty and cruel gaze on Zuo Lengchan at this time, and then gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Yes, I am Liu Ying, Zuo Lengchan, you killed my whole family, today, I want you to pay for your blood debt!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a faint sound of flute in the darkness. The original joy and longevity that the long flute should have are gone, and instead of it, there are bursts of sadness and the rhythm of longing.

Zuo Lengchan suddenly laughed at this time and said: "Providence is so, Providence is so!" But do you think that my Zuo Lengzen will really make you happy? Don't! ”

After saying that, Zuo Lengchan suddenly shook his long sword, and rushed towards Liu Ying quickly. Although he can't use his internal strength, after all, as one of the three masters of the righteous path, his swordsmanship is exquisite, and Liu Ying is definitely not able to resist it.

Sure enough, after Zuo Lengchan, who had nothing to love, and Liu Ying, who was eager for revenge, faced each other, it only took a few moves to make Liu Ying frequently in danger.

If it weren't for the sound of the huqin and the sound of the long flute around him, which began to increase the internal force, the injuries in Zuo Lengchan's body surged, forcing Zuo Lengchan to delay many of his moves, but I was afraid that Liu Ying would have been killed by Zuo Lengchan under the sword.

And Yang Yanhan and those snow wolves were just cleaning up all the disciples of the Songshan Sect at this time, and surrounded Zuo Lengchan and Liu Ying, not caring about the life or death of the two at all.

Liu Ying's Hengshan swordsmanship is famous for its strange changes, paying attention to rhythm changes, and winning by surprise. However, when Liu Ying came, he was full of murderous spirit, only attacking but not defending, but it was too rigid and easy to break, and it could not be long.

Although Zuo Lengchan has no internal strength, he has a handful of Songshan swordsmanship, but he is dignified and upright, and every move is directed at the flaw in Liu Ying's swordsmanship. Therefore, although Liu Ying's swordsmanship seemed to be full of sword spirit under the encouragement of internal forces, he was always suppressed by Zuo Lengchan and had no power to fight back.

With more than ten moves in a row, Zuo Lengchan caught Liu Ying with a flaw, and his body was short, dodging Liu Ying's killing moves. At the same time, Zuo Lengchan's long sword was raised, and the long sword in Liu Ying's hand was picked up.

Although Liu Ying, who retreated again and again, avoided Zuo Lengchan's killer sword, however, the expression of pain and disappointment involuntarily came to his face.

Seeing this, Yang Yanhan suddenly said, "Liu Ying, take the sword."

Xiao Lou listened to the spring rain draw a wonderful arc in the air overnight, and it fell into Liu Ying's hands impartially.

In an instant, Liu Ying only felt an amazing force flowing down the long sword into his body. Not only that, Liu Ying only felt that this long sword was like his own arm, and it seemed that it could move with his heart.

When Zuo Lengchan attacked with a sword again, Liu Yingshang didn't have time to react, but as if under the instinctive reaction of the long sword, a sword was pointed out, just to point Zuo Lengchan's long sword away.

Although for some reason, Liu Ying, whose strength had soared, was greatly confident, and when he landed, a sword stabbed out and went towards Zuo Lengchan's chest.

Liu Ying, who held Xiaolou and listened to the spring rain all night, was like being reborn in Zuo Lengchan's eyes. Every sword is used, just like a kendo master who has been immersed in kendo for decades, delicate but not ingenious.

Although he knew in his heart that there must be some mystery in the long sword that Yang Yanhan threw to Liu Ying. However, at this time, Zuo Lengchan had no intention of caring about anything else, and after losing the advantage of swordsmanship, he could not use internal force, and this shortcoming became Zuo Lengchan's fatal shortcoming.

In just three moves, Zuo Lengzen, who felt that he was already weak, slashed his long sword sharply from left to right, which was a move of the Songshan School's authentic swordsmanship "Heavenly Jade Dragon". The disciples of Songshan have all learned this trick, but who can make such a galloping and imposing force? But seeing that he had a long sword across the air, the body of the sword seemed to be curved and straight, and the long sword was like a living thing, Liu Ying, who was forced to do so, couldn't help but return to the sword to resist.

Then Zuo Lengchan seems to return to the light in general, so that the Songshan swordsmanship is strict, it is like thousands of troops galloping forward, spears and halberds, thousands of miles of yellow sand, just in line with the Songshan swordsmanship, the dignified array, the righteous teacher.

However, what made Yang Yanhan feel strange was that judging from Zuo Lengchan's moves at this time, he was actually practicing the 17-way sword posture of the Songshan faction.

After sixteen moves, but seeing that Zuo Lengchan's sword stabbed Liu Ying's chest for a few feet, he had already shrunk, leaned over, and the long sword circled, slashing off his left shoulder. This sword is the "ancient dragon" in Songshan swordsmanship.

It's a pity that the timing of this sword is very bad, to be precise, the axe chisel marks are too heavy. This sword is not made for the sake of breaking the enemy, but this sword is made for the sake of this sword.

As Xiao Lou in Liu Ying's hand listened to the spring rain overnight, he shook and rushed like a poisonous snake, and blood gushed out from Zuo Lengchan's chest.

At the last moment of his life, Zuo Lengchan suddenly smiled, as if he was laughing at himself for reporting and repaying, and also seemed to laugh at the Huangtu hegemony as just a dream.

Slowly stretched out his left hand and helped the crown on his head, Zuo Lengchan retreated a few steps in succession, his long sword held up the ground, and he looked ahead, after a wisp of blood was left at the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, there was a permanent loss of sparkle in his eyes.

And Liu Ying, who was inspired by the transition to listen to the spring rain in Xiaolou all night, saw this, and after showing a relieved smile, he fell down immediately. He was too small, he carried too much, and he collapsed, just to have a good rest.

The small building that flew back casually listened to the spring rain overnight, and Yang Yanhan's figure continued to move towards the fire-filled Black Wood Cliff. The sound of the huqin and the long flute gradually entangled, whispered, and separated until they gradually disappeared.

Thanks to Emperor Menge, the law, Yu Shao's, and the reward of the slanting sun blowing light