Yang Zihe looked at his younger brother, stood thoughtfully in place, and nodded, very pleased.

It seems that he has realized something, and many things of the Yang family will be handed over to him in the future. He is the pillar of the Yang family in the future.

As long as it can be learned, it will be worth it, no matter how much it takes.

The masked swordsman was a little unhappy, and it seemed that he was the most powerful among these people. It's so looked down upon, it seems that you have to take it seriously.

said to Yang Zihuo: Aren't you going to call your brother back?

Yang Zihuo smiled. Against you, I'll be enough alone.

The masked swordsman laughed a little wryly. Oh, yes, yes, I'm still being looked down upon by others? In that case, I'm going to have to be serious.

Yang Zihuo nodded, since you want to be serious, then I have to be serious too.

As he spoke, suddenly the gun in his hand was extraordinary, the fourth skill of the Yang family's marksmanship, the overlord gun. This week is to imitate Xiang Wang's understanding, I don't know if you can bear it.

The masked swordsman smiled. If that's all there is to it today, then you could die next.

Yang Zihuo shot him in the head. The long knife in the masked knifeman's hand suddenly burst into a bright red light.

Then he gathered on top of the entire blade, and the broadsword in his hand, which was obviously black, suddenly turned red. It's very strange.

It's like blood. Encountering the block head-on, Yang Zihuo was directly split. ushered in the overlord gun skill.

I was immediately shocked. , The power of this overlord gun, Yang Zihuo is very clear in his heart. It was split open with an understatement by this masked swordsman.

So what is his strength? The gap between the two people is so big that Yang Zi has a suspense in his heart.

Then, the masked swordsman suddenly disappeared in front of him. The next second, he appeared behind him and slashed Yangzi to block with a gun, but it was too late.

The masked knifeman's knife is faster. Fortunately, he just wiped the edges and almost hit Yang Zihuo himself. He was carried back by the inertia of the masked knifeman's red broadsword.

A long line was drawn between the two feet. It's like plowing the ground.

Yang Zihuo was very shocked in his heart, and the overlord gun actually lost to the person in front of him with all his strength.

You must know the Yang family's marksmanship, and the most domineering move is the overlord gun, in terms of strength. It can be a thousand pounds.

But now he was cracked lightly by the masked swordsman in front of him, and he was still fighting with himself.

Yang Ziming saw that his eldest brother had suffered a loss, and he no longer looked at the battle over there, and rushed directly at the masked knife man with a gun.

Yang Zihuo hurriedly shouted: Ziming, don't go! You can't beat him.

But it was too late, and Yang Ziming had already rushed forward with a gun. He didn't turn on the Overlord Gun stunt.

The masked swordsman swept his knife horizontally, and directly swept Yang Ziming who rushed over, rolled a long way, and the spear in his hand was broken. Received ... Seriously injured.

A fierce domineering sword aura scurried inside Yang Ziming's body. It flew a long way before he was caught.

Yang Zihuo looked at his younger brother worriedly. Loud yelling. "Ziming, is there anything going on?

Yang Ziming spat out a mouthful of blood. in his chest. A long wound cracked. Thankfully, its body was hard enough to block most of its strength.

The wound is long. But it's not fatal, and it's just a small cut, not very deep.

Yang Zihuo hurriedly helped him up. The masked swordsman did not let the two brothers go because of this.

Hahaha laughing, so you two can't do it? I'm not going to be careless.

As soon as the words fell, he once again held the knife and came towards Yang Zihuochun.

The old ancestor over there was a little anxious in his heart, and his descendants were actually pressed and beaten.

Although they are saying that they are not angry, they are always their own descendants, and they are very distressed.

Now the spear in his hand was almost condensed, aiming at the masked swordsman, although his speed was fast, but the old ancestor had the confidence to be faster than him.

Whoosh. The sound of breaking the air came again, just as the masked swordsman was about to approach Yang Zihuo.

A fierce aura thrust into his other side, and his sensitive body reacted to him.

The masked swordsman was shocked by this domineering gun, and flew far away.

The old patriarch stood upright with a spear in his hand, and said domineeringly: "If you want to hurt my Yang family boy, pass my level first!"

The masked swordsman stabilized his figure, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the old ancestor of the Yang family.

Snorted coldly and said, "Nosy thing, but since you're here, then even you will fight together!"

As he spoke, he rushed with a knife, and the old ancestor disappeared in place, and the next moment he was on the side of the masked swordsman and swept in with a shot.

The masked swordsman hurriedly blocked, and was once again shocked and flew far away, he looked at the old man in front of him in surprise, is it so powerful?

Not only is it fast, but it's also very powerful.

In Yang Zihuo's eyes, every time he moved, the old ancestor was like flashing with a gun, and every shot was swung out as if he was using a second move.

Every attack is like the power of the overlord gun, and under this kind of layering, the original consumption should be very large.

But the power of thunder and lightning just now was stored in the spear in his hand.

Constantly providing him with strength, as if it can never be used up, this method is the first time I have seen it.

The power is far more powerful than opening the sixth form.

This feeling is very clear, after all, Yang Zihuo is a person who has used the sixth form.

It's just that this way of using it has never been seen or heard of, even on the books left by the old ancestor, it has never been seen.

No wonder he was so surprised when he saw Yangziming's face just now, even if the old ancestor was strong, it was impossible for him to be so surprised.

After all, he knew every trick of the Yang family's marksmanship.

Now that I finally understand, I will be very surprised if I change to myself.

If that's the case, then this masked knife man is simply vulnerable in front of him.

The old patriarch shouted. "I rushed up, although it was fast, but every time I attacked, there would be a little pause.

It's just like normal, the backswing before the attack, as if the ancestor had just learned the Yang family's marksmanship, it was not so coherent.

But this backswing is perfectly covered by his speed and strength, and if it is not for careful observation, it is impossible to see it at all.

Despite this, each attack seemed to affect the surrounding void.

There was a slight twist, and every time the masked knife man blocked, it was very difficult, and it became more and more uncomfortable.

He yelled: "Old Chen, you two are desperate, don't bring me in, are you a dead man?"

Master Chen had already finished condensing, and the strength of the two people was almost equal, he opened his eyes, stared at Yang Wencheng, who was attacking the masked swordsman, and rushed over directly.

At this moment, the black smoke on Xiao Muchen's body began to slowly disappear, and his eyes slowly returned to their usual appearance.

The masked swordsman was shot the last and flew far behind.

Xiao Muchen finally regained his composure, and his consciousness reoccupied his body.

At this moment, he clearly felt the danger coming.

The other party is very fast, and he is rapidly approaching him.

Fortunately, Xiao Muchen's reaction was fast enough, and he had more of the past, and the advance prediction of this credit knife man saved his life.

Chen Lao stabbed the air with his sword, he felt something, and stopped in place. His old friend seemed to have disappeared, and now the boy seemed to have regained his consciousness.

Xiao Muchen looked at the surroundings full of desolation, did he just fucking summon succeed? What the hell is going on here?

There was a banging sound all around, all the sounds of fighting, and there were many holes in the ground around him.

Everyone was fighting hard and fiercely, Xiao Muchen was like a person who had crossed over from another world, and he had only been away for ten minutes before becoming like this.

Chen Lao asked again uncertainly: Why did the aura on your body suddenly change, and ask you again, what about others?

Xiao Muchen turned his head to look, an old man, really looking at himself, he knew. The old man had fought with him.

Hearing what he said, I felt that the aura on his body was very strong, so I just now, it should have been a successful summoning.

As for who was invited, I didn't know how awesome it was, but when I saw the momentum on this old man, I knew that it must not be simple.

Chen Lao asked angrily again: What about others?

Xiao Muchen naturally knew who he was talking about, but according to his temper, how could he answer this old man's question honestly.

Xiao Muchen raised his hand and said, how do I know, what is the matter with me, who is not human, you are looking for me if I am gone?

I don't owe you anyone, I don't know you, your people are gone, why are you looking for me?

Hearing Xiao Muchen's witty words, Chen Lao was a little angry, he was clear. has been promoted to the extreme, ready to fight to the death with Yang Wencheng, but he suddenly disappeared.

He has been preparing this move for hundreds of years, and this move is aimed at Yang Wencheng. You can see the demons of your own hundreds of years with your eyes. But suddenly disappeared. If that's the case.

So what will he do in the future? You must know that what a cultivator is most afraid of is the existence of demons in his heart.

Now when he has demons, it is difficult to calm down, and he can't cultivate in peace, and he has been in great pain for hundreds of years, and he doesn't know how he came over.

But obviously, obviously you can get rid of that person right away.

This is also the reason why Chen Lao is suddenly so angry. So he attributed the reason for his anger to Xiao Muchen.

Looking at Old Chen's appearance, Xiao Muchen was a little scared, isn't this fucking able to kill himself in an instant. The mouth really owes.

A majestic murderous aura emanated from Old Chen's body. Everyone on the surrounding field felt this fierce murderous aura.

If you want to go secretly on your back, you find a problem, and you can't ask for anything. The black knife was also there, and the four heavenly kings did not react, and the same was true of the giant spirit god. The same goes for switching to other spirits, and nothing happens.

I was shocked, what was going on?

The ghost knife felt the scene, not quiet, not stopping. I don't know why, he had an ominous premonition in his heart, and the big knife in his hand that he was swinging faster no longer played.

Mu Chenxin finally went to hang the black fog attack completely, and only two people remained. Attacking each other.

And Chen Wei and that strong man, it is estimated that they will not be able to tell the winner for a while.

So Chen Lao is here. Only Yang Zihe and Yang Ziming were left to find a way to solve it. This tricky stuff.

Another masked knife man also emerged from the rubble. Squinting his eyes and looking at this side, Xiao Muchen scolded in his heart: It's really fucking unlucky.

It is impossible for anyone else to draw a shot and help them later, that is to say, the battle on this side. Only the three of them remained. Fix it yourself.

Xiao Muchen was helpless, but returned to Yang Zihuo and Yang Ziming's side.

Clenched the spear in his hand and asked. Do the two of you have the confidence to solve one of them?

Yang Zihuo's two brothers' faces were a little embarrassed. That means brother, you have to pick one if you're joking. Reasonable.

There is no doubt that the strength of these two people is obviously above the three people, and even far, far away.

Even if it's a three-person pincer, it may not be able to beat.