As everyone knows, the Tibetan sword has long been deeply rooted in love, especially how can it be cut off in a few words.

Leng Wushuang was about to say something, but a voice interrupted her.

"Feng Yi has arrived!"

Sword cage, there is a phoenix to come.

And Xia Yuan took advantage of this gap to change into the clothes of the groom's official.

When Ah Yu witnessed Feng Yi walking down from the red sedan chair, a voice in his heart told him.

It's time for you to let everything go.

Inadvertently, a murderous aura spread.

Everyone's eyes were on Ah Yu.

I thought, "Are these two brothers going to make a fuss like that?"

Leng Wushuang's gaze and hidden sword also shifted to Ah Yu.

But this murderous aura comes and goes quickly.

In five years, Ah Yu, who has tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, has long been able to control his own personality.

Don't look at the fact that he usually doesn't deal with the hidden sword, at the critical moment, he can still distinguish the severity.

"Oh? That's Ah Yu, have his veins recovered?"

Xia Yuan's eyes were filled with jealousy.

Ah Yu's meridians were indirectly caused by him.

Xia Yuan knew Ah Yu's character very clearly, and even Xia Yuan knew clearly about Ah Yu's crush on Feng Yi.

"The murderous aura just now came and went in a hurry, and it was impossible to distinguish, but it was certain that it had not fully recovered, otherwise he could be so calm with his character of killing the terrifying sword god Ah Yu?"

One of the guards, explained.

"Not really, in ten years, people will always grow, won't they?"

Feng Yi just glanced at it lightly, Ah Yu in the crowd.

"Yes! Time smooths everything."

"Xia Yuan, since Feng Yi has arrived, you should give us a reason, right? Bringing the nine of us together, with such a master, what is the matter?"

Hiding the sword, his heart is restless.

Yang Feng, who was not far from the Tibetan Sword, couldn't help but shake his head when he saw the character of the Tibetan Sword.

"Young ...... Yang"

"Prepare yourselves, I'm going to do it."

After speaking, Yang Feng left his original position.

Arresting Xia Yuan and asking about his father's whereabouts is the purpose of Yang Feng's trip.

Jiang Tian, Jiang Prison and the other four looked at each other, and then nodded.

"Hidden Sword, ten years have passed, and your temperament has become impatient."

Xia Yuan's voice did not carry any emotion, making it uncertain whether Xia Yuan was angry because of the words of the hidden sword.

"If it's for the method of immortality, I can tell you responsibly that I don't have it on me!"

Ah Yu has completely ignored Feng Yi's existence, because as a killing god, he doesn't need feelings.

Feelings only affect the speed at which he draws his sword.

"Huh! In this case, then Xia opened the skylight and said brightly, this time I specially invited a few people, because I want to borrow your swordsmanship inheritance to watch for a few days, I don't know how many people are willing to cut love?"

"Sure enough, it's for the inheritance of swordsmanship, and if it's passed on to you, can we leave?"

A man in a black robe spoke.

"I'm afraid not, I need a few people to present their experiences and insights over the years, so ......."

Xia Yuan's words were not finished yet.

A gruff voice interrupted him.

"My brother Yang Zhong, that's why you raided my house, right?"

Looking at the source of the voice, it was a middle-aged man with gray temples, plain robes, and a fairy style.

"Wu Qiankun, you're not dead yet?"

Wugang Mountain, Xia Yuan has been invaded.

Fifty-six-year-old Wu Qiankun is still not dead, which is beyond his expectations.

"Thanks to the blessing of the saint, I am still alive."

When he said this, Wu Qian

There was a hint of anger in Kun's tone.

"Brother Wu, you also know what happened back then, Brother Yang is extremely talented, and I can't bear it, it's just ......."

"Okay, I'm not here to hear you say this today, the inheritance of swordsmanship won't give it to you, as for the perception and experience, let's go in the next life!"

Wu Qiankun behaved very strongly.

"Oh, that's what everyone else meant?"

Xia Yuan set his eyes on the remaining seven.

"Xia Yuan, the new and old hatred between you and me, let's settle it together today!"

Ah Yu is very tough.

"If you want to hide your swordsmanship, step over my corpse."

"Frost swordsmanship, you won't serve it with both hands!"

Bai Ye, Lin Mu, Ruxi, and several others also expressed their positions.

"Do it!"

Xia Yuan whispered.

The emperor is inside and outside, whether it is the Imperial Forest Army or the Praetorian Guard, the emperor is inside and outside.

"Don't let a mosquito go."

The scene began to be chaotic.

Yang Feng didn't know when, appeared behind Xia Yuan, controlled the flying sword, and bullied him.

"Who dares to move!"

As soon as these words came out, they focused everyone's attention.

"You, who are you?"

Xia Yuan's voice trembled a little, and he couldn't even detect when the other party's swordsmanship attainments had reached, even when he appeared beside him.

"I'm the one you want to kill."

Yang Feng said unhurriedly.

"Yang An, you are the son of Yang Zhong, Yang An? No wonder I said, why is the secret of immortality not on Yang Zhong, it turned out to be handed over to you."

When Yang Feng heard this, he snorted coldly, his eyes full of contempt.

The art of immortality?

Left to him by his father? It's hilarious!

"Leave me alone, kill him, and take the art of immortality."

"Xia Yuan, do you think I'm not prepared? I knew that you had laid a net to tell you that my army would be there soon, and I would ask you one last time, where is my father?"

Father?

Hearing Yang Feng's words, everyone held their breath again.

Yang Zhong is not dead?

You must know that more than 20 years have passed since Yang Zhong was raided.

Xia Yuan's face was gloomy.

"Hand over the art of immortality, and I may be able to make your father and son die a happy death."

Even if Yang sealed two flying swords against his neck, Xia Yuan still couldn't see fear on his face.

"Xiao An, why are you here?"

"Let's do it together, kill this group of ***, and it's time for the Great Xia Dynasty to change the dynasty."

Tibetan Sword and Ah Yu came to Yang Feng's side.

But around them were a group of sword masters, many of whom had the ninth realm.

These swordsmen are no better than the soldiers in the army, once they fight, within half an hour, they will give their lives here.

"Zangjian, Ah Yu, listen to me tell you to withdraw first, and the army I bring will soon come to meet you." ap.

Hearing Yang Feng's words, Zangjian understood the meaning of Yang Feng's words.

"What do you want to do?" Will you protect us with your life? Tell you, as long as I don't die hiding the sword, you, Yang An, will never have this chance."

"Xia Yuan, say it one last time, let your people stand back, otherwise."

Click!

Shout!

Yang Feng manipulated the flying sword, leaving a sword mark on Xia Yuan's arm.

Gurgling and bleeding.

The original bright red groom's costume looked even more red after being stained with blood.

Xia Yuan gasped in pain.

This turtle grandson started with no ambiguity at all.

"Back off!"

"Everybody back off!"

The swordsmen who surrounded them began to move backwards.

"Hidden Sword, you

With your pursuit, the destiny still needs you, take the frost-free away."

"Xiao An, let them go, I'll stay with you, when I went down the mountain, the old monk said that I, the fate is not over, even if I go back, he won't accept me, it's better to fight with you to the end."

Ah Yu, it was not easy to recover the meridians, and he had long wanted to kill him, but he never had a chance.

"Ah, you listen to me, don't worry that I won't die, I have a way to leave, not only will you not be able to help me if you stay, but you will become a burden to me."