A gust of breeze came, his hair was full of green silk, and watching the other party rush towards him, Xie Yifeng's expression was as usual.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Hao came to the front of him, and the pure yang sword in his hand waved, shining with silver light, and slashed at Xie Yifeng's chest!

Seeing this, Xie Yifeng tapped at his feet, and his body slid backwards, dodging this sword!

A sword missed, Yang Hao leaned forward and shot again, and the pure yang sword stabbed directly into Xie Yifeng's throat!

In the face of this sword, Xie Yifeng's body turned, dodged sideways, and the sharp blade passed by his throat!

Seeing that he avoided it again, Yang Hao waved his arm, and the Pure Yang Sword swept and slashed towards Xie Yifeng's head!

Frowning slightly, Xie Yifeng hurriedly squatted down, and the Pure Yang Sword cut off a wisp of green silk on the top of his head, and it still missed!

All around, seeing Yang Hao use sword moves one after another, Xie Yifeng dodged step by step, and all the righteous people held their breath, their faces showing worry.

Although the competition in the ring is up to the point, every time Yang Hao makes a shot, it is a killer move, aggressive!

"Master Yang, the competition in the ring, the point is up, Yang Hao's move is fatal, is it unreasonable?"

In the distance, looking at Yang Lingfeng, Zhong Shixu rebuked angrily.

"That's right! Yang Hao's shot is a bit too much..."

Nodding, Qi Zhongyi immediately echoed.

"Hehe... My Huashan swordsmanship is so powerful, you can rest assured, Wu'er knows in his heart, and he won't really hurt him..."

Hearing this, he secretly sneered in his heart, Yang Lingfeng waved his hand, and said perfunctorily with a nonchalant face.

"Hmph! The ring competition, although the point is up, but the sword has no eyes, and there is always damage... Shouldn't it be worth mentioning?"

In the corner on the right, the three of them could be heard talking, and Nangong Huang said in a strange way.

This sentence is what Fang Cai Yongsheng Hou said, and now Nangong Huang is moving as usual!

As soon as these words came out, Qi Zhongyi and Zhong Shixu glanced at each other, and the two of them were speechless for a while, and they were powerless to refute.

This Nangong Huang is really cunning and cunning!

On the main chair, Yongsheng Hou blinded Nangong Huang thoughtfully, and the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, as if he was smiling.

A moment later, in the ring, the two exchanged more than ten moves, all of which were Yang Hao's sword, and Xie Yifeng dodged to dodge.

"Waste! Do you only have the ability to hide?"

Retracting the Pure Yang Sword and staring at Xie Yifeng, Yang Hao scolded angrily.

"Hehe... I'll be able to do more, you try again..."

Hearing this, Xie Yifeng clasped his hands to his chest and smiled slightly.

"Humph!"

Seeing this, he snorted coldly, Yang Hao stepped on the ground and rushed towards Xie Yifeng again!

Staring with both eyes, seeing Yang Hao rushing towards him again, Xie Yifeng smiled, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes!

Immediately, rushing in front of him, Yang Hao sneered again and again, and the pure yang sword in his hand was as fast as lightning, stabbing Xie Yifeng's left shoulder!

Suddenly, at this moment of crisis, Xie Yifeng waved his hand, and a dazzling white light flashed in his hand!

"Bell!"

The next moment, Bai Mang and the Pure Yang Sword collided violently, and only a soft sound was heard in everyone's ears!

When the blinding white light passed, everyone immediately looked away.

I saw that in Xie Yifeng's hand, there was an extra white feather fan!

And the white feather fan stopped in front of him, blocking the sharp pure yang sword!

"How is that possible!"

In front of him, seeing a white feather fan appear in the opponent's hand, he actually caught his divine soldier without any damage, Yang Hao's eyes widened, and his face showed surprise!

"Hehe..."

Looking at each other and smiling slightly, Xie Yifeng held a white feather fan in his hand and pushed forward!

"Bell!"

With a soft sound, the white feather fan and the Pure Yang Sword rubbed a burst of sparks, and Yang Hao's figure swayed and slid back a few feet!

"It's him!"

In the distance, behind Nangong Huang, his eyes were staring at the white feather fan in Xie Yifeng's hand, and Mu Tong and Ming Chong exclaimed in unison!

This white feather fan, the two of them will not be mistaken! It was the weapon in the hand of the smiling man that night!

One of the Seven Great Divine Soldiers, Pear Blossom Fan!

On the wooden chair, hearing the exclamations of the two behind him, Nangong Huang's eyes widened, and he looked at Xie Yifeng with a solemn expression!

Could it be that he... Is it the mysterious person who hurt Ming Chong and Mu Tong?

"This fan can catch the Pure Yang Sword, it doesn't seem to be an extraordinary thing..."

Not far away, looking at the ring, Huo Shihua frowned lightly and muttered to himself.

"It's... Could it be... Disappeared for a hundred years... Pear Blossom Fan?"

The big hand stroked the long white beard, and after Song Yanming pondered for a moment, he shouted softly.

"What kind of weapon are you?"

In the ring, standing firm, staring at Xie Yifeng, Yang Hao asked in a deep voice.

"To be honest, I don't know..."

Looking at each other from afar, blinding the white feather fan in his hand, Xie Yifeng shrugged his shoulders.

"Damn!"

Seeing this, Yang Hao gritted his teeth, his figure flashed, and he swung his sword again and rushed towards the other party.

At this moment, Yang Hao's heart was full of jealousy!

In a short period of time, that waste has broken through the realm of the top masters from ordinary people!

Now, the white feather fan in the hand of that waste can catch the Pure Yang Sword, it seems that it must be a treasure!

This waste... What shit luck!

"Hehe..."

The white feather fan in his hand shook gently, Xie Yifeng's feet tapped, and his body greeted Yang Hao!

In the blink of an eye, the two of them were close to each other, the Pure Yang Sword in Yang Hao's hand slashed again and again, Xie Yifeng was calm and composed, and the white feather fan in his hand greeted each other!

"Bell! bell!"

Suddenly, the Pure Yang Sword and the White Feather Fan kept colliding, and the two rubbed out bursts of sparks from time to time, and the true qi shot out in all directions, and the ground of the ring was full of potholes!

"Hahaha! Yang Hao... What else do you have to do?"

After exchanging more than ten moves, the two of them each took a few steps back, Xie Yifeng stroked his chin with his big hand, and asked with a smile.

Hearing this, Yang Hao stared, and his heart was full of anger!

Fang Cai was laughing at Xie Yifeng for being incompetent, but now the other party was laughing at him!

"Kill!"

Immediately, with a low roar, Yang Hao lifted his internal force, and the Pure Yang Sword in his hand slashed diagonally!

"Cen!"

Hearing only a sword roar, the powerful sword qi broke through the sword and shot towards Xie Yifeng with a roar!

"Bell!"

Seeing the sword qi roaring towards him, Xie Yifeng held the white feather fan in his hand and blocked in front of him!

With a loud bang, the fierce sword qi hit the white feather fan, and the sword qi immediately shattered, the white feather fan was not damaged at all, and Xie Yifeng retreated again and again.

"Cen!"

Seeing Xie Yifeng catch the sword qi, Yang Hao gritted his teeth, waved his arm, and once again shot out a sword qi, shooting extremely away!

"Hehe..."

Just after standing firm, seeing another sword qi rushing towards his face, Xie Yifeng suddenly, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile!

Then, putting the white feather fan into his waist, Xie Yifeng stretched out his right hand, dressed in blue and agitated!

"Phew!"

With a flash of light in his eyes, Xie Yifeng shouted loudly! The palm of his right hand flashed blue, and a powerful suction force erupted!

In an instant, the powerful sword qi hit the palm of his hand, and he didn't resist it, and was all sucked into the palm of his hand, disappearing without a trace!

"Yang Hao!

Looking at each other from afar, with green silk flying all over his head, Xie Yifeng smiled loudly and launched his backpalm!

Suddenly, the blue light of the palm of the backhand flickered, and the sword qi that was three points stronger than Fang Cai shot out of the palm, retreated back, and pounced on Yang Hao!

"It's... What kind of evil trick is this!"

On the other side, seeing the sword qi being inhaled into Xie Yifeng's palm, and then reflected back, Yang Hao was shocked and gasped.

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