Backhand fist, this move, in the selection competition, Yang Zhen saw that Yang Ningfeng had performed it with Yang Xuanhong, which was indeed very wonderful, not only did he successfully resolve Yang Xuanhong's strong attack, but also took advantage of the situation to shoot Yang Xuanhong back, so Yang Zhen left a deep impression.

Now that I saw Yang Ningfeng performing it again, I felt that Yang Ningfeng was exhausted, and his fist was shocked, and he vomited again: "Do you think I am Yang Xuanhong? This move can dissolve his boxing moves, but when it is used on me, you are killing yourself!"

"Really?"

The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit smiled yin, his hand shook slightly, and a strange force suddenly swirled, Yang Zhen's brows suddenly furrowed, because, he felt that his fist strength was actually being unloaded horizontally, and it was completely out of his control to slide away!

"Weird!"

Yang Zhen's fist slid away, feeling extremely surprised, his expression immediately froze, what kind of strength is this, it can really even unload his fist strength, and he can resolve it with such a fierce punch?

Bang!

Just as Yang Zhen was stunned, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit suddenly made a bold move, and after dissolving Yang Zhen's punch, not only did not retreat, but it was extremely unexpected that his back was slightly bent, and the whole person suddenly became like a curved strong bow, and then his body flicked, and he suddenly crashed directly into Yang Zhen's arms, and his bent elbow slammed into Yang Zhen's heart.

This kind of counterattack is as if Yang Ningfeng has turned into a fierce and crazy fierce demon beast.

With a muffled sound like hitting the defeated revolution, Yang Zhen was shocked, and this collision actually knocked his feet off the ground and flew upside down.

Bang!

Just when Yang Zhen's body flew upside down, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit's feet suddenly stepped on the ground vigorously, the dust flew, the whole person flew up in the air, and as soon as his body turned, his right leg was directly a volley, hitting Yang Zhen's head heavily.

Receiving this heavy blow, Yang Zhen, who was originally surprised and flew upside down, was dizzy, his eyes were full of stars, and his body changed from flying upside down to flying horizontally, and he smashed heavily on the ground more than two meters away, splashing up a lot of dust!

However, before Yang Zhen had a chance to get up, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit controlled Yang Ningfeng's body was already rushing upward, like a shadow, and when Yang Zhen's body just fell to the ground, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit had already rushed to the ground, his eyes flashed with a ruthless cold light, and his feet were raised, and he kicked Yang Cheng's head fiercely again.

Yes!

With this kick, Yang Zhen felt that his eyes were black, his head was in sharp pain, and he let out a miserable scream, but this scream was more mixed with depression and grievance.

Thinking that a master of his dignified fifth-stage master was seriously injured in the head twice in a row by a junior who was only a nineth-stage master, he didn't give him time to breathe at all.

"What's your name, aren't you very good?"

Yang Zhen's screams only attracted the cold drink of the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit, talking in his mouth, but his feet did not stop, this time, it was very despicable, very shameless, very unscrupulous, very obscene, and kicked Yang Zhen's crotch fiercely.

Yes!!!

This time, Yang Zhen's screams were all screams, and they were extremely miserable, the sharp pain under his crotch made him worse than dead, and he knew that one of his parts was directly kicked and broken.

Blood soaked the crotch of his pants, and a foul smell permeated the air.

Some people say that the crotch of a woman lying on her crotch is the key point.

But in fact, the man lying there, too, is the point.

Yang Zhen was in pain, although he knew that at this time, no matter how painful he was, he would have to find a way to get up, he believed that as long as he was given a time to breathe and get up, with his strength, he still had the confidence to kill Yang Ningfeng.

However, the pain of being kicked there is more unbearable than being cut off an arm or a leg, and it is a pain that no man can bear.

Besides, how could such an experienced Blood Tiger Sword Spirit give Yang Zhen a chance to stand up?

Just when Yang Zhen couldn't help but cover his crotch with both hands, he had already kicked Yang Zhen's head again and again without hesitation.

With three heavy blows in a row, Yang Zhen's strength is no matter how strong his strength is, and his will is strong, but now his eyes are black and his head is dizzy, and now all that is left is a conditioned reflex reaction of his body.

The head was hit again, and Yang Zhen couldn't help but hold his head with both hands, but the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit was really not a bright and upright guy, and his attack was vicious, since it was a direct and effective method, he wouldn't use anything else at all.

As soon as Yang Zhen's hands left the crotch, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit kicked Yang Zhen again, which was already seriously injured and kicked under the crotch, this time, the leg was fast, it was a continuous kick, and it was five kicks in an instant, each time it made Yang Zhen tremble, and he died in pain, and even the screams were weak!

The third elder of the dignified Yang family, the master of the fifth stage of the master, lost in one move and lost ten thousand moves, and one loss would make him fall into a place of no return, and he had completely lost the ability to resist.

"Alas, it's really insulting to deal with such a small character!"

But what Yang Zhen didn't know was that just when he had become a waste and lost the ability to resist, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit sighed very unpleasantly.

Fortunately, this sigh can only be heard by Yang Ningfeng, otherwise, just this sentence may make Yang Zhen vomit blood directly and die death. How can you say that he is also the third elder of the Yang family, Yang Ningfeng is just a junior, why has he become a small character in your mind now, and he is defeated by you and even humiliates your identity?

With a sigh, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit directly hidden, and Yang Ningfeng's consciousness immediately controlled his body.

looked at Yang Zhen, who was no longer at all imposing, but Yang Ningfeng had no mercy, and only indifferent murderous intentions.

"I don't know how your son died, but if you want to kill me, then I must kill you. From the time you helped Yang Xuanhong use poisonous snakes to harm my cultivation and no longer have a chance to progress, and were ridiculed by the clansmen, your life was already doomed to die in my hands. Do you know why I know you're going to kill me, but I'm going to run here instead of running back to the village? That's why I'm going to bring you here, because I've wanted to kill you a long time ago. What about the strength of your fifth-stage master? It's not that you are going to die in my hands now? Just because of you, I have been bullied, ridiculed by my clansmen, and called a waste every day, and you should have died a long time ago. Let me tell you one thing, Shenhu is also dead, and I killed him, and whoever wants to kill me will die, you know?"

While saying indifferently, Yang Ningfeng's feet had been kicked out again and again, every time he kicked Yang Zhen's head, no matter whether Yang Zhen's hands were covering his head or not, he didn't care at all, he kept kicking, and every kick was with all his strength.

Although he was in a coma, Yang Zhen had not completely lost his mind, what he heard Yang Ningfeng's words, so far, he knew that what he and Yang Xuanhong had done Yang Ningfeng had already known, and he also thought that the person who defeated him that night and made him unable to figure out who it was Yang Ningfeng after thinking about it for so long.

However, he still couldn't figure it out, Yang Ningfeng obviously only had the strength of a nine-stage scholar, how could he suddenly become so powerful?

If Yang Ningfeng had such a strong strength, why did he act so weak at the beginning just now? Just for fun?

This question, Yang Zhen knew that he would never know about it, and he would never have a chance to know it again.

But there was one thing, Yang Zhen was wrong, it was Yang Wenxuan who defeated him that night, not Yang Ningfeng. It's just that he really never had a chance to know anymore.

Even Yang Ningfeng himself didn't know how many kicks he had kicked, Yang Zhen's head was already bloody and fleshy, and even the hands that he began to hold his head were kicked to the bone, and even the flesh was shattered!

The third elder of the Yang family, the master of the fifth stage of the master, died at the feet of Yang Ningfeng today.

"Whew!"

When Yang Ningfeng was sure that Yang Zhen was dead, he couldn't die anymore, he couldn't have a chance to kill him again, and he never had a chance to hurt him again, so he finally stopped, let out a long breath, took two steps back, and then sat down with a butt, but as soon as he sat down, his face was painful, he broke out in a cold sweat, and he couldn't help but scold: "Damn, old guy, get out of here! You stingy bastard...... Fuck it, it hurts me!"

After calming down, Yang Ningfeng suddenly felt extremely painful all over his body, and everywhere he was hit by Yang Zhen before did not feel like he was in pain to the bone marrow, even if he kicked Yang Zhen's foot to death, he felt extremely painful when he stopped now.

kicked until even the shoes were broken, Yang Ningfeng gritted his teeth, took off the shoes, and saw that the toes were bleeding and oozing.

"Hehe, you know I'm awesome, right? next time you dare to be embarrassed in front of Lao Tzu, I'll play you to death." ”

The Blood Void Sword Spirit came out again, smiled sinisterly, and said.

"You...... You've got a kind!"

Yang Ningfeng was angry. But he couldn't help it, he couldn't get out of the blood tiger sword spirit! not only couldn't he beat it, but he couldn't beat it.

"Okay, don't be angry! Now that Yang Zhen has been killed by you, he is the third elder after all, you have to think about how to explain it to the clansmen. The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit smiled, and then said very seriously: "Although now because your clansmen mistakenly think that you are a medicine sect, of course, after you break through to the master's product, I will indeed start to really teach you to dispense medicinal liquid in this way, so that you can become a pharmacist." But no matter how much you are the treasure of the clan, you can't act rashly, even if the clansmen tolerate it for the sake of hope, it is inevitable that many people will disagree with you in their hearts, and even some people will have the idea of avenging Yang Zhen. ”

"This ...... It seems like it's a bit of a hassle. Just because I said that he was going to kill me, the clansmen might not believe me, right?" Yang Ningfeng looked at the dead Yang Zhen, and his brows gradually furrowed.

Although he still didn't regret bringing Yang Zhen here to get rid of him, the trouble after killing someone didn't allow him to think about how to solve it.

"Yes. No matter how he said that he is also the third elder of your Yang family, there are still many people who support him, otherwise, how could he be an elder? The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit said.

"What should I do then?" Yang Ningfeng was a little worried, his body fell backwards, and he lay on the ground, first, to reduce the pain on his body, and secondly, to let himself be quiet and think about it.