Ling Yu's whispered whisper frightened Zhong Muyang's soul and made him feel cold all over his body. He didn't expect that his long-planned plan would be like a joke on Ling Yu, he deliberately sent people to find out the identities of Ling Yu and a few people, and pretended to fall in love with Ling Yu, trying to stabilize a few people. All of this was supposed to go very smoothly, but I didn't expect it to be reversed when I was already winning. At this time, a trace of remorse and anger swelled in Zhong Mu Yang's heart, not because he regretted his actions, but because he hated himself for not accurately grasping everything about Ling Yu.

Didn't it mean that Ling Yu only had the cultivation of the early stage of the Kuidou Realm, but his body technique and speed were obviously not something that a Kui Dou Realm cultivator could perform, and now Zhong Muyang was eager to break the corpse of the house slave who passed the news to him. It was because of the inaccuracy of his information that he put himself in prison.

However, this Zhong Muyang does have the potential of a generation of heroes, although he lost his mind for a moment, but he was not overly flustered, he is not the kind of person who sits and waits for death when danger is approaching. I saw Zhong Muyang snort softly, and at the same time, his fingers moved slightly, and an ice-blue Fang Tian painting halberd appeared in his palm. This Fang Tian painting halberd is about one zhang and two feet long, which is a head taller than Zhong Muyang. Ever since Fang Tian's halberd appeared in the room, the temperature in the room had dropped instantly, and goosebumps had popped up from Ling Yu's arms, making them feel like they were in an ice cellar.

Ling Yu was about to choke Zhong Muyang's throat, but the sudden change made Ling Yu realize the danger. He hurriedly tiptoed his toes and took a few steps back, staring intently.

The Fang Tian Painting Halberd in Zhong Muyang's hand was crystal ice blue, and there was a golden divine dragon wrapped around the halberd shaft, and there were two crescent blades like dragon claws at the two ears at the top of the halberd, and the sharp edge of the halberd tip was spit out from the mouth of the divine dragon. The ice-blue Fangtian painting halberd was entrenched by the golden divine dragon, which was even more majestic. In the originally somewhat dim room, because of the appearance of Fang Tian's painting halberd, the entire room flashed with a golden and ice-blue halo, which was beautiful. But Ling Yu knew that the more this light was, the higher the grade of this Fang Tian Painting Halberd.

In fact, when Fang Tian's painting halberd first appeared, Ling Yu had a sense of déjà vu. His brow furrowed, and after a moment, his eyes widened suddenly, as he finally remembered where the familiar feeling had come from. Ling Yu's grandfather, Ling Feng, had a Chill Sword, which was Ling Feng's natal weapon. The sword of the Absolute Cold never comes out of its sheath easily, because if it comes out of its sheath, it will be stained with blood. When Ling Yu left Lingjiazhuang, Ling Feng wanted to give Ling Yu the Absolute Cold Sword, but Ling Yu refused. The aura on that Absolute Cold Sword was the same as Fang Tian's Halberd, the same ice-blue light, the same Extremely Cold and piercing. Moreover, Ling Feng had warned Ling Yu that the Absolute Cold Sword was an immortal-level weapon, but any weapon that belonged to the immortal rank or above would produce some powerful supernatural powers with the will of the master, which should not be underestimated.

Moreover, there are many types of weapons in the world, but those who wield halberds are rare. Not only because halberds cannot be used in a small space, but also because halberd weapons have extremely high requirements for cultivators, and all halberd blades are extremely difficult to operate. Ordinary blades only need three to five years to be mastered, and halberd weapons, no matter how talented they are, still need to be guided by a famous teacher, and it will take at least ten years to achieve a small achievement. And a little accomplishment means that you can only manipulate it, but you can't reach the point of mastery.

Therefore, when Ling Yu saw the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in Zhong Muyang's hand, he was slightly stunned. One is because of the ice-blue extremely cold aura, and the other is because of the type of weapon. Since Zhong Muyang used Fang Tian's painting halberd as his back hand, he must have reached a certain level of control over the other party's Tianhua halberd, so he had no fear in the face of the siege of the three people. From this point of view, this young city master of the Four Elephant City and the young sect master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect are not at the same level at all. Although they are all from famous families, it is obvious that Zhong Muyang prefers to rely on himself, while Shen Jianxiong relies on his ancestors.

"Ling Yu, I advise you to obediently tie your hands and arrest it. I have been practicing Fang Tian Painting Halberd since I was a child, and it has been more than 20 years now, if you are willing to submit to me, I can not blame the past for what happened just now. Zhong Muyang's face was full of confidence, and he said to Ling Yu loudly.

Zhong Muyang originally wanted to capture Ling Yu and give it to the Ten Thousand Sword Sect and Zixuan Blessed Land, so as to win over those two sects. But since he had seen Ling Yu's skills just now, he had changed his mind. Although Ling Yu's cultivation level is not as high as his own, if he grows up, he will definitely become a big help to himself. It would be a pity if such talents were sent out. Therefore, Zhong Muyang thought about it and decided to take Ling Yu under his command. He believes that if he has Ling Yu's help, the road to competition for glory in the future will be smoother and smoother.

"Hahaha, Zhong Muyang, you take yourself too seriously. As I said, my personality is like that of an idle cloud and a wild crane, and I have not been obedient since I was a child. I, this waist is made of iron, and I can't bend it!" Hearing Zhong Muyang's words, the corners of Ling Yu's mouth raised a trace of disdain, and he said with a smile.

After finishing speaking, Ling Yu rushed towards Zhong Muyang again, and at the same time, he saw a green light flashing in the room, and the ancient broken sword was held in Ling Yu's hand. He held the broken sword and slashed at Zhong Muyang's head. Although Ling Yu didn't know what grade of weapon the broken sword was, he knew by his feeling that the grade of this broken sword must be higher than Fang Tian's painting halberd. Normal weapons only have a killing aura and a vague wisp of consciousness, but the ancient broken sword is a sharp blade with a soul. The remnant is its soul, although the remnant has passed away, but the power of the broken sword has never changed.

"Ling Yu, I have kind words to advise you, don't toast and don't eat and drink! Don't lose your life because of a wrong decision. Zhong Muyang saw Ling Yu's cynical appearance and roared angrily. You must know that he is the young master of Sixiang City, with a prominent family background and a noble status. As long as he waved his hand, there would be countless young talents rushing in, when did he take the initiative to invite someone. It's just that I didn't expect this Ling Yu to be soft and hard, which is really annoying.

"Oh, I just saw that this halberd in your hand is good, it just so happens that I think this broken sword in my hand is a little short, it's better like this, you dedicate the halberd to me, how about I accept you as a little brother? With me covering you, don't say that this small Huaxia Continent is the Immortal Domain, and the Nine Ghost Mansions are all at your disposal. How about it, think about it!" Ling Yu rubbed forward as she tried to provoke Zhong Muyang. He knew that the soundproof formation was about to fail, and he had to take down Zhong Muyang before the formation failed. This is the city lord's mansion of Sixiang City, surrounded by people from the Zhong family, and Zhong Zhenhong, who is guarding the door, is extremely high, who knows how many masters are hidden in this mansion, if they can't take down Zhong Muyang at this time, they will definitely die here.

"You are looking for death!" Hearing Ling Yu's words, Zhong Muyang was furious, and he couldn't bear it. He had already lowered his posture to invite Ling Yu, but he didn't expect the other party to still have that stinky and hard virtue. And Zhong Muyang seriously suspected that this Ling Yu in front of him was fake. Tianjimen is the first major faction in the Northern Regions, and the people in the gate are humble and polite, and they are awe-inspiring. But the person in front of him was full of nonsense, how could this be like a disciple of a famous family, he was simply a bandit! And Ling Yu's sentence "from him" made Zhong Muyang very uncomfortable, and he felt awkward when he thought about it.

Zhong Muyang saw Ling Yu's broken sword slashing towards him, and the corners of his mouth raised a trace of contempt. Listening to his soft shout, he raised Fang Tian's painting halberd with both hands and held Ling Yu's broken sword. Then, Fang Tian's halberd spun in the air for a circle, stabbing horizontally towards Ling Yu's chest. Ling Yu saw that Zhong Muyang's halberd was menacing, and he didn't dare to slack off. Hurriedly erected the broken sword and blocked Fang Tian's halberd. The speed of the two of them was extremely fast, and they were also very shocked in their hearts. Ling Yu was surprised by Zhong Muyang's ability to control Fang Tian's halberd, and Zhong Muyang was surprised by Ling Yu's ability to react without being surprised.

However, when he saw that Ling Yu was going to block the immortal-rank blade in his hand with a seemingly extremely ordinary broken sword in his hand, the corners of Zhong Muyang's mouth fluttered with a trace of disdain. The Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand was named Han Feng, which was snatched by his father Zhong Zifan from a weak sect.

The Cold Sealing Halberd is an immortal-level blade, indestructible, not only will ripple out harsh cold air in the dance, but also can affect people's minds and movements, making people's minds sluggish and slow behavior. And Ling Yu actually wanted to fight against him with a nameless blade, which was simply funny. However, this thought only lasted in Zhong Muyang's mind for a moment before dissipating. Because he saw that Ling Yu's broken sword was firmly holding the cold sealing halberd in his hand, the broken sword was simple and bladeless, and there were no cracks, all of which seemed very weird.

Then, a slight shiver came from the cold halberd. Zhong Muyang gasped, he was surprised by Ling Yu's strength, and secondly, he was surprised by Han Feng's sense of fear. He didn't expect that although Ling Yu was not obvious, he actually had such a treasure on his body.

Zhong Muyang was stunned on the side, but Ling Yu didn't. He didn't know what Zhong Muyang was thinking, and when he saw Zhong Muyang stunned, Ling Yu suddenly became embarrassed. I saw a blue halo ripple out of his sword-wielding left hand, and then, that halo enveloped the broken sword. Then, the light traveled along the contact point between the Broken Sword and the Cold Sealing Halberd to the Euphorbia, but this was only the beginning. As soon as Zhong Muyang came back to his senses, he saw the light rushing into his arm. Suddenly, a tingling sensation like being struck by lightning spread throughout the body. Zhong Muyang let out a strange scream, and the Han Sealing Halberd came out of his hand and fell to the ground. Ling Yu saw Zhong Muyang's halberd take off, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. His hands were quick, and he caught the Han Seal Halberd and copied it in his hand.

The blue light just now was actually the power of divine thunder in Ling Yu's body, and it was the killing move he had sensed during his latest tribulation. I didn't expect to use it for the first time today, and it had an unexpected effect. At the same time, he also felt a sense of regret, although the Han Sealing Halberd was taken away by him, but if Zhong Muyang held it for a while just now, his entire arm would be pierced by the power of thunder. But for Ling Yu, he was already very content. Without a blade, Zhong Muyang is like a tiger with sharp teeth pulled, and his strength will be greatly reduced.

Seeing that the Han Sealing Halberd was taken away by Ling Yu, Zhong Muyang clenched his teeth and regretted not being at the beginning. I thought that my cultivation was much higher than Ling Yu's, and he must not be his opponent when he fought alone. Unexpectedly, this Ling Yu turned out to be a freak. Realm suppression seemed to him to be non-existent, and the broken sword in his hand was too mysterious, and even the immortal-level blade showed fear. Zhong Muyang didn't know that the numbness in his arm just now was due to Ling Yu's thunder power, and he thought it was caused by the broken sword.

Ling Yu saw the look of chagrin on Zhong Muyang's face, and knew that he had lost his normal heart, and this was a good opportunity to capture him. Ling Yu no longer hesitated, only to see him put the Han Sealing Halberd into the Realm Spirit, and rushed towards Zhong Muyang with the broken sword in his hand.

Because Zhong Muyang lost his weapon, he was already timid. At this time, how could he be Ling Yu's opponent with insufficient momentum. Zhong Muyang dodged the edge of Ling Yu's sword as he looked around at the escape route. In this way, Zhong Muyang, who had lost his will to fight, was even more of Ling Yu's opponent, only to see him retreating one after another, like a lost dog. On the other hand, Ling Yu is becoming more and more courageous. The broken sword in his hand opened and closed widely, and his fighting spirit was high.

A few rounds later, Ling Yu once again reached out his right hand and slapped it on Zhong Muyang's chest. I saw Zhong Muyang like a lightning strike, rolled in the air several times, and finally hit the wall. Now he finally knew what was going on with the numbness just now, it was not the power of the broken sword, but Ling Yu's internal force. But it was too late to say anything now, because Ling Yu's broken sword was already on his neck. He believes that if he moves a little, he will be in a different place.

"This time, we will be able to walk out of the City Lord's Mansion in a bright light!" Ling Yu looked at Zhong Muyang, whose face was like ashes, and said softly.

With Zhong Muyang as a bargaining chip in his hand, I believe everything is much easier......