"Senior, be careful!" "Brocade boy sword phonomy suddenly shouted.

The eyelids of the two yellow-clothed swordsmen jumped slightly, and in an instant, the essence in their eyes skyrocketed, flashing with unprecedented dazzling brilliance, and their four hands fiercely grabbed the blade.

Xia Qingyang had already noticed that these two people were strange, but he didn't expect that this was the case, the senior swordsman of the Famous Sword Villa, just don't use a sword, after the sword was reminded loudly because he saw through his identity, he still dared to deal with it with his palm, which was really bold.

This is not Xia Qingyang's conceit, but with his current realm, there are few opponents below the perfect soul master in close combat, and the hunting knife is his most powerful means of attack, which has already spread throughout Kyushu with his fame.

I'm afraid it's the perfect soul master, afraid of his endless means, and he doesn't dare to fight with him in close quarters when he is idle, these two old men are just excellent soul masters, and with his understanding of the Famous Sword Villa, I'm afraid that Dingtian is also the realm of mid-stage excellent soul masters, even if the two join forces, it seems that they shouldn't be so irrational.

Doubts are doubts, but Xia Qingyang's knife did not stop at all, the blade seemed to flash in a flash, but in fact, it was a hidden change, and the imperceptible tremor gave birth to countless possible attack paths, each of which could easily cut the throats of the two.

But before the blade, there were four palms, which were not at all like those of the two old men, round as jade, brilliant and restrained, like fine jade fat, but also tough as a bowstring, and the twenty fingers alternately flicked hundreds of times between breaths.

What moved Xia Qingyang was that the hundreds of finger taps on the blade were not chaotic, but responded in accordance with the subtle changes of his blade, timely and accurate.

As an excellent soul master, it is not uncommon to have the ability to see that he is not going all out, but it is not easy to have the ability to react so accurately, if it is a martial soul master like Immortal Moon Xia Qingyang will naturally not be surprised, but it is indeed a strange thing that the two yellow-clothed sword attendants of the Famous Sword Villa have such ability.

This knife returned without any accident, but the Soul Breaking Knife Method turned as expected, one knife failed and then another knife, Xia Qingyang seemed to intend to compete with these two people, and cut the throat of the two people again, but there were many fewer changes and more indomitable momentum, but it was he who showed the fifth type of the Soul Breaking Knife Method.

The blade is still the same blade, but the qi is completely different, the murderous aura is dense in every inch, but it is unbearable, but it is really thrilling in the eyes of the two old men, and the two of them know that if their fingers touch the blade again, the forbearance of the murderous aura is bound to explode, and whether they can retreat with their whole body is two words.

The two elders are obviously not reckless and ruthless and do not know how to advance and retreat, they all slapped a palm at each other, and the two palms struck each other, and each of them retreated to one side with the help of his strength, which dodged Xia Qingyang's lightning-fast blade, showing an unparalleled tacit understanding.

"Xia Qingyang?" Jian Liusheng suddenly raised his voice and asked, and the two yellow-clothed sword attendants also cast inquiring glances.

Since he had already made a move, Xia Qingyang didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, but at this time, the boy in the fancy clothes had already fallen to the ground, his hands were empty, and a golden light like clouds and mist appeared under the masked woman, supporting her rapidly falling body, allowing her to land smoothly and avoid embarrassment.

The woman naturally didn't appreciate it, but she was also a lot quieter, perhaps knowing that the gap between the two sides was too big, so she simply stopped the idea of running away, and was silent under the corridor, not knowing what she was thinking.

The young man in Huafu looked at Xia Qingyang with interest, and said with a smile: "The so-called first person of the younger generation turned out to be a rat generation with a hidden head and tail, so much so that I was disappointed, it was really boring." ”

Jian Liusheng bowed slightly in the direction of the prince in Huafu, and said with a smile: "Childe doesn't know, the title of Xia Qingyang, the first person, is not worthy of the name, and there is still a lot of controversy, not to mention that even if it is the first person, it can't be compared with you." ”

The young man in the costume smiled noncommittally, walked to the masked woman's side with his hands behind his back, and really chose to watch from the wall.

Xia Qingyang didn't have the need to hide his whereabouts at this time, so he removed his disguised outfit and revealed his true face.

Fengyun Hui and a few people hurriedly bowed down to salute, Xu Yue was better, and the other three were a little less concentrated, and they were also a little angry while they were excited, and they were very dissatisfied with the words of the sword and the attitude of the prince in the Chinese costume.

Xia Qingyang waved his hand to signal them not to be impatient, although the prince in the costume was arrogant, he definitely had the ability to be arrogant, and he showed a perfect body in his gestures, and the terrifying power hidden in the body was also inadvertently revealed a little, and Xia Qingyang could also roughly conclude that this person was even above the Dead Moon in terms of physical body alone.

However, what really made Xia Qingyang jealous was not this person, let alone the two yellow-clothed sword servants who cooperated tacitly, but a strong qi machine that had been hidden outside the courtyard wall, with the primordial soul Xia Qingyang could vaguely detect the existence of this person, this is likely to be a perfect level of existence.

Xia Qingyang had the experience of killing a perfect soul master or even a perfect demon beast, and more than once, but the more he was like this, the more he knew that he was still a long way from the existence of that level, and his past successes had too many luck elements and prerequisites, and he had almost no chance of fighting head-on.

When he first discovered the existence of this person, Xia Qingyang once thought that today's incident was a bureau, a bureau launched by the Fengyun Society, but it was cleverly used by someone with a heart to attack and kill him.

But now it doesn't look like it, because the two yellow-clothed swordsmen and the Chinese prince have enough strength to deal with themselves, not to mention that there is a powerful guy, there is no need to hide his whereabouts at all.

Xia Qingyang was thinking in his heart, and Jian Liuxiang suddenly said: "The surname Xia, I heard that your wife is being sold at a price, and you still have the heart to wander around, this open-mindedness is really admirable." ”

This time, even Xu Yue couldn't help frowning, Xia Qingyang's face sank, no matter how good he was at cultivating qi, he couldn't be generous in this matter, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "It's true to hang around, but it's not impossible to slaughter a few people." ”

Feeling the murderous intent emanating from Xia Qingyang, the corners of Jian Liusheng's eyes jumped slightly, and he opened his mouth and didn't speak again.

The young man in the costume who was watching from the wall suddenly smiled: "It's a good price to be sold, it's just a woman, what good price can there be, if you don't dislike it, it's better for this son to buy it and give it to you to play." ”

Jian Liusheng said happily when he heard this: "Thank you for your love, although I don't like to wear broken shoes, but if you are bored, it is not impossible to use them to play." Between the words, he sealed back the words of Xia Qingyang, which shows his character of retribution.

"I'm not going to kill you. Xia Qingyang suddenly said a word without a head.

After all, the sword voice was in a low realm, so he didn't react, the young man in the Chinese costume raised his eyebrows, but he didn't move, and the two yellow-clothed sword attendants immediately became vigilant when they heard this.

However, with their realm, they only felt a flower in front of them, and exclaimed in a low voice: "Teleport!" They knew Xia Qingyang's identity, so they naturally didn't know his methods, but they didn't expect him to use the ability to press the bottom of the box so quickly.

Fortunately, they were not far from Jian Momo, and they had been on guard, so they moved sideways at the last moment, protecting Jian Mosheng one after another.

Xia Qingyang appeared, half of the hunting knife had been handed out, using the knife as a sword, the sword light was as sharp as a sword, and before he could reach his body, he had pierced all the courage of the sword voice, but he didn't know if he was really scared stupid, so he stood in place and didn't move.

Fortunately, there is also a loyal swordsman, leaning back slightly, sealing the right palm, and mastering the punch with the left, defending and attacking, and the experience of dealing with it is extremely sophisticated.

Because of the scruples of the one outside the courtyard wall, Xia Qingyang left room when he made a move, and this single knife only made most of the moves, the wrist sank, and the hand holding the knife was raised, so that the tip of the knife pointed to the top of the sword's head.

Although he couldn't understand Xia Qingyang's move changes, he felt that the sword light and momentum in front of the Dao were much weaker, and the sword was relieved.

"Childe be careful!" the yellow-clothed swordsman shouted.

Before the words fell, Jian Liusheng felt a tingling of his scalp, and finally couldn't help but scream, it turned out that a small piece of his scalp and hair were cut off by the tip of the knife, and blood flowed everywhere.

The yellow-clothed swordsman who was born reminded was the one who faced Xia Qingyang, although he was deceived by Xia Qingyang's false move, but his fist also smashed smoothly, but the result shocked him, because this punch only hit the corner of the opponent's clothes, and the other party was not only unharmed, but also turned sideways and went to the other side, a chic mess.

Xia Qingyang sneered in his heart, if he was easily hit by the other party when he stepped on the sky, he would be too sorry for the name of Babel Tower.

When the yellow-clothed swordsman on the other side turned to help his companion when he saw that the situation was not good, he came to this side and restrained the sword with no effort.

He has always been so bullying other people's sword voices, how have he ever suffered such humiliation, so he immediately gave an order to the yellow-clothed sword servant with his eyes, and the two old men were also very guilty, and when they saw this, they wanted to join forces to come to the rescue, but Xia Qingyang's eyes were cold, and he raised his arm a few points higher again, and the strength in his hand also increased a few points.

The sword phonomy suddenly became more uncomfortable, and the two old men had to stop.

"Okay! Yes, there is still some real ability, it is really powerful to be able to restrain an elite level master in such a short time!

Xia Qingyang looked at Xu Yue, the latter shook his head, and the prince in Huafu smiled when he saw this: "Don't guess, knowing my identity, I'm afraid you don't even have the courage to hold a knife, that's not interesting, let him go, I'll let you go, one life for another, it's fair." ”

"Let them go, I'll stay. Xia Qingyang said.

"Reckless?" the young man in Huafu smiled disdainfully: "I have seen a lot of such people, but they are all dead without exception, and I am not consulting you, you are not qualified to refuse." ”

Xia Qingyang was too lazy to talk nonsense, his hand suddenly exerted force, the sword was silent and there was a ho-ho sound in his throat, his feet were weakly kicking, and a pair of eyeballs were about to fall out, and he was about to be pinched to death.

For the first time, the young man in Huafu looked at Xia Qingyang seriously, with a smile on his face, but his slightly squinted eyes showed that his state of mind was not as calm as it seemed, and the winner of this psychological battle had not yet been decided.