"Alright, come on!" Hu Yang revoked Yuan Neng, and the group of hairy guys immediately pounced. The weapons they use are all long swords, and they are all using the same dragon song swordsmanship. This is a medium-level swordsmanship unique to the Nalan family, which is considered an eighth-order martial art, and its power is still quite good. Moreover, when a group is besieged, there is an additional lethality bonus.

Nalan Hongscarf and the others all felt that with the combat power of a few of them, the eighth-order swordsmanship they performed, and the advantage in numbers, they would definitely be able to take down the poplar. However, when they actually started to do it, they were surprised to find that the tip of their sword could not get close to the poplar at all. There is always a difference of two or three inches, and it passes by Populus euphratica. Sometimes, it's less than an inch.

There have been countless times when the tips of their swords seem to be about to stab poplars, but they have never competed for complete success. This inevitably made them feel that as long as they worked harder, they would be able to stab the poplar. As a result, they all calmed down one after another, methodically displayed the Dragon Song Sword Technique, and started a protracted battle with Populus euphratica. This back and forth, two or three hours passed.

The cultivators around him all secretly felt strange. Why did this poplar suddenly become so gentle? Didn't he blow a group of barbarian cultivators away with a single breath just now? His strength was so terrifying, how could he be so gentle to these juniors of the Nalan family? Could it be that he didn't want to turn against the Nalan family, so he deliberately showed mercy to his subordinates?

"Yes, it must be so. Murong Qianshan nodded thoughtfully. He also judged that Hu Yang was merciful. Otherwise, Hu Yang could have cleaned up these junior disciples of the Nalan family within a few moves. Purely in terms of combat effectiveness, Nalan Red Turban, Nalan Chery, Nalan Tiguan and the others were far behind that group of barbarian cultivators.

No one felt that there was anything wrong with Hu Yang's men showing mercy. After all, his current opponent was a disciple of the Nalan family. If they were to be killed, it would anger the entire Nalan family. When the time comes, those perverted old monsters of the Nalan family will definitely take action in person! At that time, even if Hu Yang has great ability, I am afraid that there will be no way to leave Qingyang Star alive.

Just when they were full of suspicions, Hu Yang suddenly came out of the sword light of Nalan Red Turban and the others, and said with a smile: "I said a few of you, are you lazy when you are cultivating? How did the Dragon Song Sword Technique get into your hands and become so rubbish? It was cast from Nalan Qingxue's hands, but it is not like you!"

Nalan Hongscarf said angrily: "Even if you dare to comment on the Dragon Song Swordsmanship, what are you?"

Hu Yang smiled slightly, and said casually: "If I say that I have learned the Dragon Song Sword Technique, do you believe it?"

Nalan Red Scarf said coldly: "Even if you learn it, what can you do? Without the assistance of our Nalan family's unique Yuan Energy, the Dragon Song Sword Technique is rubbish to you!"

Hu Yang smiled slightly, and said to himself: "Okay, then let me test the test, whether it is garbage or not?"

With that, he pulled out a very ordinary wooden sword, and waved it lightly, and the sky was suddenly filled with sword light.

The next moment, Nalan Red Scarf, Nalan Tiguan, Nalan Chiry and others all screamed miserably, and they all languished on the ground.

"God! Dragon Song Sword Technique!" Murong Qianshan couldn't help but exclaim.

"God!Dragon Song Sword Technique!" Almost at the same time, several other cultivators exclaimed.

Their eyesight is very good. They could see at a glance that what Hu Yang was casually using was the authentic Dragon Song Sword Technique.

The problem is that there is indeed nothing wrong with the dragon song swordsmanship displayed by Hu Yang. However, its power ...... How does it look like it has completely surpassed the eighth-order exercises? It feels like it is the top eighteenth-order exercises? Nalan Hongscarf and the others didn't react at all, they were already swept out by the Dragon Song Sword Technique.

Note that when Hu Yang performed the Dragon Song Sword Technique, he did not use any Yuan Energy. It is the purest swordsmanship!

This perverted guy, on the premise of not using any Yuan Energy, simply used the subtlety of Long Ge's swordsmanship to successfully overturn Nalan Red Turban and the others.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Murong Qianshan would never have believed that there was still such a perverted guy as Hu Yang in the world, who would dare to fight with the descendants of the Nalan family without using any yuan energy. This guy is either a fool or a madman. As long as there is the slightest mistake, he will definitely be shattered by the Yuan Energy of Nalan Red Scarf and others.

"What's the matter?Hu Yang's Dragon Song Sword Technique?" Suddenly, someone whispered in Murong Qianshan's ear, his tone was a little feminine and a little cold, "When did he learn the Dragon Song Sword Technique?" Could it be that Nalan Qingxue taught him?"

"That's right. This guy's martial arts seem to have improved again. He was actually able to perform the Dragon Song Sword Technique. Murong Qianshan didn't look back, and said with a gloomy face, "If you want to deal with him, I'm afraid it won't be so easy!

"I brought a friend in particular. The feminine voice said, "It will surely please him." ”

Murong Qianshan slowly turned around and saw a zombie. That's right, a zombie indeed, a lifeless zombie.

He frowned, subconsciously looked around, and found that the eyes of many cultivators were focused on the zombie's body, and he was also noticed. He said dissatisfiedly: "Tuoba Guhong, I have reminded you countless times not to be so high-profile, but you just don't listen. What are you doing with the mummies? Are you afraid that others won't know that you're Tuoba Guhong?"

The handsome young man who mysteriously appeared beside Murong Qianshan was none other than Tuoba Guhong, the fourteenth prince of the Hiss Empire. He still said softly: "What? Are you afraid that others will know your identity? Since you have come to Qingyang Star, why do you have to hide your identity? Do you think that the top leaders of the Nalan family are all deaf and blind, do you think they don't know who you are?"

Murong Qianshan frowned and said, "You're right. But if you blatantly put the mummy outright, that's your fault......"

"I don't think there's anything. Brother Qianshan, you are too worried. Before he could finish speaking, a cold voice interrupted him, quite impolite, "It's not a good thing to be too low-key. When it's time to flex your muscles, you should not hesitate to show them. ”

Murong Qianshan couldn't help but have a seizure. He hated it when people interrupted him. However, when his gaze fell on the man, his anger slowly dissipated again. Because, he knows who the other party is. There are definitely not many people who have the courage to interrupt him, and the other party happens to be one of them.

The other party's name, called Najit, is the little prince of the Gurungsi tribe. Thinking of the other party's identity and status, as well as the terrifying strength of his subordinates, he had no choice but to deeply suppress the other party's impoliteness as if nothing had happened.