Tang Yu pulled out his sword and separated. Tang Yu said, "Who doubts my identity now?"

Wu Yujie's face was covered with frost and said, "You are really Tang Yu".

Tang Yu nodded.

The knife in Wu Yujie's hand was cut off again, and he said, "Then you can't stay any longer."

Tang Yu stepped back and dodged the knife, but the table in front of him was shattered, and he said, "You really think that the sword in my hand can't kill." ”

Before the words fell, a sword light came, and countless sword rays appeared in the eyes of everyone in the hall, saying that the sword light was just an image of his extremely fast sword speed.

Wu Yujie was shocked. Although the knife technique of the single knife door is very good at attacking, it is not useless for defense. Wu Yujie was protected in front of his back and heard the sound of touching.

Then Tang Yu closed his sword and stood up. Wu Yujie's hand trembled slightly. He couldn't hold the knife anymore and fell to the ground.

He had blood on his arm and blood in his mouth. In addition, in front of so many martial arts figures, he was so badly defeated that he couldn't help but roar and fainted.

For a while, the hall was silent, and even the mentality of those Shura powerhouses sighed at the subtlety of the swordsmanship just now, and they didn't know if they could stop it.

In a silent shock, Tang Yu said, "Who else wants to try that my sword is sharp enough."

No one spoke, and silence could explain many problems, that is, Tang Yu's identity was beyond doubt.

Someone walked out from behind Father Fan and broke the embarrassment. "Lin Shaoxia, Your Excellency, welcome".

Tang Yu, of course, knew who the master in his mouth was, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

At this time, he was sitting opposite Fan Zengwen, who was a very kind old man. He couldn't see the evil power of the ghost swordsman at all. Perhaps in the past decade, he has retired from the rivers and lakes for a long time to become a rich man. Tang Yu always felt that he was not sitting in front of a martial arts master, but a member of the extremely rich Although he had a smile on his face, there was always a hint of caution in his eyes. When Tang Yu first met him, he decided not to talk about what happened to his parents.

Because he is not Jiang Bingchao, if Tang Yu reveals his identity, he may face his murderer. Although Tang Yu is a tough guy with self-cultivation, he doesn't think he can escape from a sincere artistic conception master.

The two of them chatted one after the other. Tang Yu just said that he was passing by and heard that his ex had a birthday to congratulate him.

The conversation between the two did not last long, as the auspicious moment had arrived and the banquet was about to take place. Naturally, Fan Zengwen would go out to welcome guests.

Back at the banquet, Tang Yu saw the familiar round face, and even Tang Yu couldn't help but feel a sudden feeling in his heart, Dao'an, this guy is not an obedient master.

Halfway through the banquet, Tang Yu hurriedly left with Yan Jinshan. He always felt that Fan Zengwen realized something, so he couldn't stay here for too long.

Sure enough, after Tang Yu left, Fan Zengwen's brows furrowed.

Fan Zengwen took a leave of absence due to illness, and then returned to the study in the backyard.

Someone immediately handed over information about Tang Yu, and when he saw all kinds of information about Tang Yu Fan Zengwen, his uneasiness expanded rapidly. Then, he remembered the huge figure on the West Lake 18 years ago. The two numbers can't help but overlap.

The paper in his hand was immediately shattered, and he said, "Send someone to save Tang Yu, whether he lives or dies." ”

The subordinates who had followed Fan Zengwen for many years had never seen such a majestic expression from his master. Knowing that this matter was serious, he couldn't help but lower his head.

But he still said, "Sir, but his identity." ”

Of course, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect would not be anyone who could kill, anyone who dared to kill.

Fan Zengwen was silent for a while, and then said, "In secret, this child must be killed. ”

The subordinate bowed his head in agreement, and then withdrew.

Fan Zengwen closed his eyes and recalled the rumors that Su Bieli defeated Chu Jianfeng in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect 18 years ago, and the children he saved naturally worshiped the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, but no one expected him to become the senior brother of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect under Qi Fengyun

This fact is too difficult, but I don't know how far it will go if you don't get rid of him now, in a few years.

The shadow was like a huge snake, swallowing the snake letter, winding towards Tang Yu, and his left hand slammed into Tang Yu's throat with the momentum of destroying the golden cracking stone.

homicide

Tang Yu snorted secretly, did not dodge, the sword qi swayed, the iron chain swung open, and kicked on the blowing wind, taking advantage of it.

"The heavenly spirits cry, the ghosts cry, kill the nine ghosts of the soul destroying town."

If Tang Yu's voice becomes blurred and his figure becomes hollow, the sword light will converge until it explodes in the air, and the sword light like the Nine Heavens Thunder Dragon will descend from the sky and have the power to destroy the world.

Snow filled the air, startling. The chain swung and wrapped itself tightly. It immediately retreated a few dozen feet. The body was pasted on the wall of the Third Prison. It looked in shock at the sword that fell from the sky. Damn it.