In the stone room, Fu Hongyuan was stepping forward, wanting to pick up the mirror on the futon, when there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps behind him.

Everyone turned around and looked, only to see two people coming side by side, one of them was dressed in black, slightly behind, and the other person was Yang Wufeng, the young master of the Diancang faction "Returning to the Wind and Dancing Willows"!

It turned out that after Yang Zhou and the others jumped from under the pit, they found that the stone room had been rummaged through, so they searched all the way along the traces left behind.

Zhou Jiezheng looked at the stone chamber with interest, while Yang Wufeng's body suddenly began to tremble.

At this time, the latter was holding half a jade plaque, his eyes were red, and he was staring at Chen Yuyan deadly.

That gaze, I can't wait to peel off the tendons and skin, rip out the heart and bones, grind the flesh and blood little by little, and then swallow it into the stomach!

"Finally found you!"

The life card in his hand emitted a warm white light, which meant that the man with the knife in front of him was the culprit who killed his sister and forced his mother to death!

Yang Wufeng roared angrily, his eyes were full of anger, the center of gravity of his body was downward, his hands were stretched out, his muscles were tense, he made a flying flower shape, and posed in a starting pose.

One hundred and eight style flying flower palms!

The blood all over his body seemed to be burning, and Yang Wufeng had only one thought now.

Beat this animal in front of you to death!

Seeing this, Chen Yuyan's face did not change.

Just lifted the knife in his hand.

He had expected this, and before the rest of the masks were ready, he was approached by the main owner.

It can only be said that although he knows the development of everything, it is difficult to achieve perfection without the luck of those "protagonists".

Yang Wufeng put his sister's life card into his arms and looked at Chen Yuyan silently.

There will be a battle between the two sides!

But unexpectedly, it was Chen Yuyan who took a step forward first.

"From the beginning."

"I didn't want to mess with any of you."

The cold snow knife in his hand was raised, emitting white frost.

"If it weren't for your sister's arrogance, arrogance, and robbing my things, how could she die in vain?"

"I didn't want to kill her, but she wanted to kill me."

"I don't want to kill you, but you want to kill me."

"Why are you pushing me!!"

"You all deserve to die!!"

Chen Yuyan knew that he was not Yang Wufeng's opponent, so he would strike first and suppress people with his potential!

Chen Yuyan's eyes were instantly filled with scarlet bloodshots, and the characteristic "anger" that was suppressed by the delusional eyes affected his mind.

There's no way around it.

It is impossible to use the delusional eye for fighting and suppressing anger at the same time, once Chen Yuyan falls into a bitter battle, the anger that has been suppressed for a long time will explode instantly.

Knife to bone, hopeless knife!

The strength of the inner and outer realms was exerted to the extreme by Chen Yuyan, and the dark internal force surged out, enveloping the blade of the Cold Snow Knife in an instant.

The mirror-like blade is cold-cool, and there is a faint white frost condensation in the middle of the blade, like a little cold light flowing non-stop, adding to the sharp coolness.

I saw a ball of swords blooming out, like a tiger out of the mountain, brave and unstoppable!

Yang Wufeng's eyes were scorching, and in the face of the sword light that came directly at the center of his eyebrows, he did not retreat or flash.

The one hundred and eight style flying flower palms were constantly played, and the internal force covered the hands, setting off gusts of strong wind.

The free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow.

The taste of flying flower palm was completely displayed by Yang Wufeng!

In a trance, Chen Yuyan seemed to really feel that a flying flower fell from in front of him, and the drizzle hit his face, causing a burst of coolness.

However, at this time, the word "zhao" appeared in his pupils, and a faint shock pulled Chen Yuyan out of his trance.

Chen Yuyan reacted suddenly, and only then did he see that it was not the flying flower drizzle in front of him, but Yang Wufeng's flying flower palm!

Chen Yuyan didn't expect that Yang Wufeng's flying flower palm would still have a hallucinogenic effect, but fortunately, Zhao Eye had a strong resistance to the attacks of spiritual illusions, allowing him to break free from it.

Chen Yuyan's eyes froze, his arms tightened, and he swung out the Hopeless Knife suddenly!

Yang Wufeng didn't seem to expect Chen Yuyan to be able to break free from the illusion of the Flying Flower Palm so quickly, so he could only stubbornly use his hands to catch the cold snow knife that was driving straight towards his throat.

The swords and palms touched, but the sound of Jin Ge colliding sounded.

Chen Yuyan's figure retreated, looking at Yang Wufeng's palm, which was as white as jade.

The latter straightened up and rubbed his hands.

Yang Wufeng is carrying a hand coat woven from the silk of Southern Xinjiang, which is transparent and colorless, but it is extremely tough, difficult to break with knives and guns, and difficult to invade by water and fire.

Just now, he relied on this silkworm hand coat to block the amazing knife.

"You're strong."

Yang Wufeng moved his muscles and bones, and his hands were clenched into his fists, "But it is still difficult to escape death." ”

Fist Intent: Flowers!

In the secret study of "Flying Flower Palm, Random Flower Boxing", the flying flowers are charming and the flowers bury the human body, if the two can be combined, it is the martial arts of the town faction of the Diancang faction.

Congenital second-class exercises - "Rain Hitting Flying Flowers"

However, Yang Wufeng can't do this step for the time being, but his Random Flower Fist has already sensed the fist intent, and the power is far stronger than that of the Flying Flower Palm, and it is also the strongest technique on his body!

Suddenly, Yang Wufeng rushed over, and with a fierce and fast straight punch, he went straight to Chen Yuyan's door.

Then his feet were imperceptible, and his body was carried backwards by inertia, but he used this power to punch with his right hand at the same time, and his left hand also clenched his fist and blasted out!

This is Messy Flower Boxing, which is talking about the word "mess"!

And once you take advantage, then the next thing is a stormy attack!

Chen Yuyan faced the fierce attack, his face was not shocked, he took a step forward, his left palm slightly bent to catch Yang Wufeng's fist, his palm was slightly bent, and he lifted it up forcefully.

And his right hand held the Cold Snow Knife and slashed at Yang Wufeng's right arm, but at the moment when he was about to make contact, he changed direction and headed towards his fragile neck!

Seeing this, Yang Wufeng sneered.

He stretched out his left hand and forcibly blocked the blade of the Cold Snow Knife with the sturdiness of the silkworm handcoat, and his right hand smashed Chen Yuyan's face.

Click-

With a crisp sound, Chen Yuyan only felt pain on his right cheek, probably a broken cheekbone, and half of his face drooped.

The head was buzzing even more, and the pain was unbearable.

However, there was no panic in his eyes, and at this time, his left hand, which was already on Yang Wufeng's shoulder, was tight, and hit Yang Wufeng's temple at a lightning speed!

Big Monument Wrestler!

This is Chen Yuyan's real purpose, from the very beginning he knew that he was not Yang Wufeng's opponent, if he wanted to fight for a glimmer of life, he could only exchange injuries for injuries and live to death!

Yang Wufeng's expression changed greatly, and he only had time to stretch out his palm to barely resist, and he didn't use his strength at all.

The big stele wrestler was wrapped in the power of the gravel of the mountain, and slammed it on the temple that Yang Wufeng hastily resisted with his palm.

Hit hard by this, Yang Wufeng's eyes became blood-red, and he staggered when he walked, as if he was about to fall to the ground.

However, Chen Yuyan did not choose to take advantage of the victory to pursue, did not even look at Yang Wufeng, endured the sharp pain in his head, and left the stone room quickly.

It's not that Chen Yuyan doesn't want to kill Yang Wufeng, it's just that he is now exhausted, and it is difficult for him to have the ability to fight again.

The Hopeless Knife is like this, once the momentum is dissipated, it is difficult to gather it again.

And if he used the big monument wrestler to fight Yang Wufeng, he suffered the loss of having no weapons.

And Yang Wufeng, as a martial artist in the exterior realm, although the injuries caused by Chen Yuyan were serious, they were not fatal.

It won't take him long to recover.

At that time, Chen Yuyan can only be a dead end.

The most important thing is that there was a black-clothed young man who came with Yang Wufeng next to him, and he stopped Fang Ziming and the others by himself.

Chen Yuyan didn't dare to guarantee that if he was desperate to kill Yang Wufeng, he would not stop him.

It's not worth it, it's just a Yang Wufeng, why should he exchange his life.

As for Fang Ziming and the others, they have never dealt with Yang Shuimo, and they have no worries about their lives, at most, they can't get the futon and the inscription mirror.

Chen Yuyan's own life is difficult to protect, and they can still be taken care of there.