"Jingle Bell ......"

On the nine-ring knife, the nine iron rings were deliberately shaken by Suzaku Wen, making a crisp impact sound, and the sound waves around the nine rings moved in unison for a moment, one after another, one after another, the sound waves were like gas-shaped silver wires, and the wires were everywhere and pervasive!

"Knot Nine Rings Sound Killing Array!"

Suzaku Wen let out a loud shout, and the yuan power in his body poured into the nine-ring knife in his hand, and suddenly the sound of the nine iron rings on the nine-ring knife slamming became louder and louder, as dull and violent as the beating bell and drum.

The remaining six swordsmen of the Golden Dao Gate glanced at each other, the brilliance in their eyes flashed, and the nine-ring knives in their hands also shook separately, and the seven knives suddenly sounded from different directions The nine rings, for a while, the hurricane suddenly rose, and the sound waves from the seven people as the center, emitting a circle of fine sound waves, the sound waves were like messy silver snakes one by one, one by one, raging out, and in an instant, the sound waves of the one by one converged together and were intertwined into a huge spider web.

"This is the Nine Rings of the Golden Dao Gate's Sound Killing Array? With the sound of the iron ring, it is injected with Xuan Qi, and the sound waves are stimulated by the impact of the iron ring and the blade! Li Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the sound killing array formed by the interweaving and combination of thousands of sound waves, he couldn't help but secretly praise, a gray robe without wind and automatic, and his dark eyes became brighter and brighter.

Sneer......

The huge cobweb's sound wave continued to push forward, and the thin wires composed of sounds on it left criss-crossing light white scars on the ground, and even the bluestone walls on the side could not escape the dense ravines on the barriers.

"The Nine Rings of the Golden Dao Gate's Nine Rings Killing Array! This disciple of the Golden Dao Sect, did he meet a famous elder who actually laid down such a terrifying formation?!" Such a huge movement inevitably attracted many onlookers, and a cultivator had a vicious eye, and at a glance he saw the moves performed by Zhu Que Wen and the others, and asked curiously at a cultivator beside him who was carrying a pair of golden Jiao scissors.

"Not an elder, but a young swordsman......"

The cultivator with a pair of golden scissors on his back pointed his finger at the young man in the wind in the sky as he spoke.

"Hey~ That swordsman, but he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, right? Why did you offend this group of guys? It is worth this group of guys to be so excited?" The cultivator with a pair of golden hooks couldn't help but be a little surprised when he looked at Li Yang, who was dressed in gray robes and had a delicate face.

"It seems that the scimitar in the hand of the young man is a little extraordinary, and he is taken by these disciples of the Golden Dao Gate, and he can't take it by force, and it becomes a robbery! Speaking of which, the young man is also quite unlucky, usually this Golden Dao Gate is active in the Youzhou area, and rarely comes to our Weicheng side, this time he has his eyes on this young man, alas......" The cultivator with the golden Jiao scissors on his back sighed, and seemed to be a little sympathetic to Li Yang's bad luck.

"There's no way, who made the Golden Daomen famous in our Vermilion Bird Country, for the hundred major forces of the royal family are all turned a blind eye, and it also makes the disciples of the Golden Daomen and Taixuanmen Sect arrogant and domineering one by one, this young man is also a famous swordsman, when he encounters this group of guys in the Golden Daomen, he thinks that he is unlucky and hands over the knife and admits that he is unlucky? The cultivator with a pair of golden hooks around his waist sighed and looked at the young man standing in the wind with some sympathy.

This Nine Ring Sound Killing Array, under the deliberate control of those seven swordsmen of the Golden Dao Gate, has suppressed its power, if it is said that it will not kill Li Yang, it will only make him seriously injured, or it is enough to be disabled! Although this group of guys is arrogant, they also know that if they bully the weak and then kill people in the street, they will inevitably greatly damage the prestige of their Golden Dao Gate.

Li Yang's face was calm, immersed in his mind to communicate with the stored heart fire in his body, and on his forehead, a faint mark of a cluster of bewitching flames emerged, and when the nine-ring sound killing array reached the top of his head, his left foot was a little, and his body suddenly swirled into the air, and his hovering body rotated extremely fast like a spinning top.

When his figure rotated to a terrifying degree, with his body as the center, a violent tornado was condensed in an instant, the wind roared like a long dragon, and the most eye-catching thing was that the tornado was actually carrying a crimson flame all around it, and the flame contained an extremely terrifying temperature, like a furnace fire that melted iron and stone in the refining workshop.

The surging wind and the thousands of condensed sound waves collided together, and in an instant the sparks were everywhere, and the sound waves also made a whimpering hiss, and the scorching sound of the air flow and the scorching heat of the fire came and went, and after a while, everything dissolved between heaven and earth.

"This ...... That's it?"

Everyone was stunned, as if they couldn't accept the result of the original powerful blow, which was so easily disintegrated under the blow of the young man.

"Shouldn't it be a fierce fight, or a little whirlwind, and then the winner will be decided......? It's too fast, isn't it?!"

The cultivator with a double hook around his waist looked at the clear street in an instant, and his eyes were as big as fish beads.

Li Yang looked indifferently, and the Suzaku Wen who were lying on the ground not far away and wailing, shook his head, and suddenly his eyes were cold, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a cold arc, and the man wearing a purple square scarf he saw went around behind him when he was not paying attention, and grabbed the scimitar that was inserted into the ground.

Looking at the scimitar that was close to him, the light in his eyes became more and more vibrant, this is a spirit soldier! The saber that countless swordsmen have dreamed of, "snapped ......", his hand was on the top of the hilt, the smile on his face piled up, and the eyebrows of the whole person were dancing with excitement.

Laugh at......

Slowly pulled out the scimitar that had sunk into the ground, looked at the simple and jet-black blade, the wise eyes of the middle-aged man wearing a purple scarf suddenly fell on the three extremely cumbersome patterns on the scimitar knife, and grinned.

"What you said, the knife is here, whoever grabs it is whoever, and now this knife is grabbed by me, it's mine, right?" The man wearing a purple scarf on his head was slightly pale, obviously in the blow just now, he was also injured internally, thinking of the terrible power that Li Yang had just revealed, he seemed to be a little afraid that Li Yang would regret it, and asked a little worriedly.

"Well, yours ......"

Li Yang's face looked at the man with the purple scarf a little strangely, shook his head, and his eyebrows showed a little pity, and he couldn't help but sigh and said, "What a naïve child!"

"Hmmm......"

The man in the purple scarf glanced at Li Yang's slightly strange expression with some suspicion, and a sense of foreboding suddenly rose in his heart, and the next moment he saw the scimitar he was holding in his hand, and suddenly the whole knife was covered with red flames.

A burning sensation spread from the right hand of the scimitar he was holding and instantly spread throughout his body, "Ah!" his facial features were a little twisted and he let out a cry of pain, and under the scorching red flames, the skin of his right palm cracked a little, and the flesh and bone stubble were exposed.

He was shocked and wanted to shake off the scimitar in his hand, but the knife seemed to be stuck to his palm, no matter how hard he tried, the scimitar was still clinging to his right hand, watching the red flames, like vines, slowly climbing along the palm of his right hand towards his arm and body, as if to expand the scope of the burning, his eyes revealed a trace of cruelty.

Gritting his teeth, a bright light flashed, he waved the nine-ring knife in his left hand, "poof......", and cut off his right palm, and suddenly the blood was bubbling up, staining the ground red, and the man in the square scarf was so painful that his face twitched uncontrollably, covering his broken right hand, and cold sweat the size of a soybean grain on his forehead fell.

"Why be so extreme? Actually, can you ask me for help with this little thing? You don't have to cut off one of your own hands, you're too cruel to yourself. Li Yang glanced at the falling jet-black scimitar, shrugged his shoulders slightly lazily, and a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the harmless smile of the young man, everyone couldn't help but shudder in unison, as if they were shocked by the young man's ruthless methods that were obviously not suitable for his age, although they didn't know what the reason was, but almost everyone understood that the flame on the knife just now must be related to him.

The scarf man stared at the mild-smiling young man in front of him with a resentful expression, and scolded viciously in his heart: "Damn, if you want to help, you would have helped, Lao Tzu cut off your hand and pretended to run to say that you can help?!

Li Yang toe upward, the scimitar fell into his hand, under the frightened gaze of the scarf man, he handed the scimitar over, chuckled and said, "Do you still want this knife?"

"Don't ...... Don't ...... anymore."

The man in the scarf smiled more ugly than crying, like a child who had made a mistake, shaking his head and rubbing his panicked ass against the ground and retreating.

"What about you?

Li Yang shifted his gaze and looked at the Suzaku Wen on the other side, bending over very kindly to show its scimitar, as if a heartfelt courtier was offering treasure to his beloved king.

"Don't ...... Don't ......"

Witnessing the tragic scene of the scarf man, Suzaku Wen and the others were already pale with fright, and seeing Li Yang hand over the weird scimitar, they turned pale with fright, and their tones were faintly with a hint of crying.

"You guys, even if you are sick, give it to you, you don't want it, if you don't give it to you, you have to rob it, alas...... To put it bluntly, it's still too cheap in his bones!" A little speechless, he put the scimitar behind his back, and under the frightened gaze of several people, Li Yang slowly walked towards the crowd.

Suzaku Wen and the others looked at the back of the young man leaving, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, but what suddenly changed the faces of several people was that the figure of the young man who had just taken a few steps suddenly stopped again, which made the heartstrings of Suzaku Wen and the others who had just calmed down again, and they didn't know when the prey in front of them had already turned into a terrible demon in their eyes.

"Hmm...... By the way, I suddenly remembered something, and helped me tell Jin Wuming, he owes me a debt, and I will take it back in person soon. The corners of his mouth outlined a good-looking arc, and the words fell under the strange gaze of Suzaku Wen and the others, and Li Yang poured into the crowd with a scimitar on his back.