"There are spies!"

"It seems that the plan to quietly kill a few half-demons today has failed. [Ran^Text^Library] Zhou Yang's eyes flashed with a slight, the long sword in his hand tightened, and he said fiercely: "Since you can't assassinate, then kill openly!"

Zhou Yang heard the shout of the little servant in green clothes, his eyes were sharp, the person was like an eagle falcon, and he rushed over, the sword was like a streamer, and the sword light was so light that the servant died.

A trick is like flowing water, never dragging mud and water. If it weren't for the broken corpse on the ground and the blood splattered everywhere, which made his sword style a little fierce and tragic, he felt like he was performing.

However, Zhou Yang is indeed performing now, performing murder!

He is in a race against time to kill more half-demons in a short period of time.

This is a performance between him and Zheng Zhaoyang, who is more ruthless in the performance, who starts faster.

It's just that, with his understanding, Zheng Zhaoyang's procrastinating personality, now he doesn't know what game to play with Zheng Peng in that attic, in terms of speed, Zhou Yang has eaten Zheng Zhaoyang!

When the rabbit got up and fell, Zhou Yang's body was like a flying hong, and he pounced towards another black-clothed half-demon.

"Run, this swordsmanship is too fast, the combat power is too strong, everyone get together and deal with him together!"

......

"Hmph, I thought that just a few of you small fish and shrimp could stop me!"

Zhou Yang's long sword swept away, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, bursting out with earth-shattering might.

He dared to fight this group of black-clothed half-demons so presumptuously, and it was also well thought out.

After exploring with spiritual power just now, Zhou Yang found that almost all of these half-demons were at the strength of the fifth layer of qi refining. Moreover, the several old men who have followed Zheng Zhaoyang for many years are high, but today they don't know what the reason is, all of them are gone.

Although the combat power of these half-demons is stronger than that of ordinary martial cultivators, they are dual cultivators. It's a pity that Zhou Yang's Zhige Sword naturally restrained these mongrels, making their strength less than seventy percent. What's more, Zhou Yang's strength is already comparable to the fifth layer of qi refining, and after absorbing the essence of that half-demon yesterday, his strength has increased a lot, and dealing with these half-demons is not as simple as killing chickens and slaughtering sheep.

As long as he hurries up and rushes before Zheng Zhaoyang comes out, Zhou Yang is not worried about falling into a siege at all.

The phoenix's eyes under the black scarf mask revealed a trace of cold light, and Zhou Yang's long sword brought up a cold glow, and rushed into the battle circle with a swooping attitude.

Zhou Yang held a sword in his right hand, clenched his fist in his left hand, stepped on the sword step, tossed and turned, relying on the advantage of the sword, he was like a fish in water in this group of half-demons, and the other party did not dare to touch the corners of his clothes at all, but killed this group of half-demons to cry dad and mother.

"The sword is a murder weapon, and you must understand his emotions and learn to control him before you can enter the way of the sword. ”

In the battle, Zhou Yang felt the cheers of the long sword, the kind of person who wanted to suck blood and absorb the essence of this group of half-demons*, the kind of period wing that devoured everything. He felt this emotion, but he didn't panic anymore, his long sword was like the wind, and he practiced his combat skills one move at a time.

This group of half-demons who have been killed are no longer a threat to him, isn't it a good time to practice sword moves.

"Come on, you dragon slash, kill!"

Quiet as a virgin, moving as a rabbit!

A move is like the power of thunder, as fast as lightning.

Out of the sword!

The sword is like electricity, with the power of the waist and abdomen, it drives the muscles of the whole body, and uses the small adjustment of the muscles to exert force with the bones.

The muscles of Zhou Yang's right hand trembled sharply, and he drove the long sword to swing quickly.

Brush!~

A sword shadow ......

Two Sword Shadow ......

......

Eight Sword Shadows......

In mid-air, eight sword shadows were entangled with each other, like eight hideous dragons, circling and flying.

Chop!

The long sword rolled up a gust of wind, carrying endless heaven and earth vitality, sweeping up a cloud of dust and mist in this lonely compound, and the violent wind blew the group of half-demons to stagger, and their faces were horrified.

And at this moment, the long sword in Zhou Yang's hand went out to sea like a dragon and slashed down obliquely.

Eight Dragons Slash!

The sword came out like a rainbow, and the Dao sword shadows slashed down diagonally, and the last shot came first, and several sword shadows wanted to merge and disagree, staggered in mid-air, quickly converging into a tide of spiritual power, and slashed down with the momentum of superposition.

"Poof!"

The half-demon of No. 10 of the Zheng Family's Dark Hall, under the power of this sword, was split in two before he had time to react.

"Hahahaha......"

Zhou Yang let out a long laugh, and the tip of his sword dripped a little blue blood, like a demon god, and frantically rushed towards the frightened crowd.

"Come on, just take you damn bastards to practice swords, since you dare to provoke Fengle City and come to the realm of the Holy Church to spread wild, I, Zhou Yang, will let you have no return, kill!"

With a burst of applause, Zhou Yang once again raised his sword and smashed into the crowd.

The sword move just now made him very satisfied, and he practiced with people, no matter how realistic it was, it was not the kind of bloody perception that the real sword and real sword experienced between life and death, and he could not reach the real experience obtained from this bloody battle.

Only in the life and death of a warrior can he bring his combat skills to the extreme.

Zhou Yang showed a sinister smile, and as soon as the sword style changed, the aura of heaven and earth filled the entire courtyard changed again with his sword style.

Its speed is like the wind, its speed is like a forest, and the invasion is like a fire, and it is as immobile as a mountain.

Quiet is like a virgin storage, dignified and beautiful, and moving is like a stream flowing into the sea, and the waves are rolling.

The sword is out, and the wind moves.

The sword with the blood of a half-demon man seemed to come to life in Zhou Yang's hands, with the lingering and gentle nature of water, as well as the turbulent and churning of the waves.

Zhou Yang held a sword in the crowd to point east and west, sword by sword, wishful thinking, sometimes the sword is like spring rain, sometimes the sword is like thunder, and after a while, it is like a turbulent wave, the momentum is magnificent, and then, the sword momentum changes, and it is like a lover's comfort, affectionate and focused.

In the end, the sword went out to sea like a dragon, and with a vast momentum and majestic power, it slashed towards the nearest black-clothed half-demon man.

Brush!

The sword light was like practice, and the black-clothed half-demon man looked at this killing move with endless cold qi, his heart was broken, and he shrank back and retreated, and at the same time transported the talisman demon yuan cover.

I saw that his body seemed to be wrapped in a big black callus, and only two eyes were exposed.

Raise your sword and meet the roaring sword. The man in black habitually used the most common move to try to block Zhou Yang's attack.

Zhou Yang looked at the body protection technique of the black-clothed half-demon man, as well as the short blade blocking his head, revealing a contemptuous smile, his eyes flashed with cruelty, and his mouth snorted lightly.

"Qiushui Sword, slash!"

The sword is like autumn water, and like a lover's tears, only to hear a crisp crisp sound, and the short blade is broken at the root.

Before he could sense the pain, the head of the man in black flew several feet, and when he was dying, he actually showed a smile, and under the lingering artistic conception of the Qiushui Sword, he left with a smile as if he had been comforted by his lover. You provide the latest, fastest and most complete free novel updates【】

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