Good!"

Fan Wei's words were simple and easy to understand, and An Yaoyang naturally didn't need to think much to understand what he meant, nodded, and slowly stood up.

The so-called tiger old Yu Wei is here, An Yaoyang was once a first-grade master after all, even if he drops the second-grade now, but the majesty is still the same, the moment he stood up, although he didn't see how he moved, the people in the audience seemed to see a sleeping tiger, slowly getting up.

An Yaoyang took his elder brother from the hand of his unbearable son, a long sword named Fire Dance.

The Fire Dance Sword, because of the addition of some fire crystals when tempering, the whole body is glowing with red light, although it is not a divine blade, but it has been with him since the beginning of his martial arts practice, and it is enough to follow his old brother for half a hundred years.

Since he fell to the realm a few years ago, no one has seen An Yaoyang sword again.

At this time, with the sword in his hand, it seems that the man who was arrogant and created this great Yaoyang Gang with one hand is back!

No matter which side of the disciple is standing, at the beginning of the entry, he has heard the fascinating deeds of the old gang leader, and today I can't help but get excited when I see him lifting the long sword again.

Seeing this, Fan Wei's pupils shrank, and his face couldn't help but change, but he knew that even if he was a disciple of Jiang Xing's sect, although he was on his side at the moment, his heart was still with Jiang Kui, or rather, with An Yaoyang!

If he wants to snatch the complete Yaoyang Gang from An Yaoyang, this time it will be inevitable!

An Yaoyang had a sword in his hand, and the momentum around him burst out instantly, with unparalleled confidence, he said loudly: "I have never fought with Deputy Gang Leader Fan in my life, I thought that I would not have a chance in this life, who would have thought that today I can still learn Deputy Gang Leader Fan's high moves!"

Fan Wei was ruthless in his heart, clenched his fists, and shouted: "Don't talk nonsense!"

After drinking, he instantly gathered the internal force that had been running for a long time on his palms, flew up, and shot out with his palms towards An Yaoyang.

actually didn't give An Yaoyang a chance to build up momentum, and strike first!

"Despicable!"

Seeing him behave like this, An Ye couldn't help but worry about his father, but he knew that this competition belonged to his father and Fan Wei, and it was inevitable that others would help him, and it would inevitably make people laugh, if he even lost his reputation, how could he convince the public?

But seeing An Yaoyang looking at the attacking palms, his face showed a proud expression, and a sword slashed, like an autumn wind sweeping away leaves, slashing towards Fan Wei.

Choke!

The flesh palm and the sword struck each other, and there was a sound of gold and stone clashing, which shows that Fan Wei's iron palms have already been cultivated.

"Sure enough!"

In the first hand, Fan Wei felt a little more confident in his heart, just because An Yaoyang's sword, although it looked fierce, was not irresistible - he didn't use the unique sword qi of a first-class master!

An Yaoyang didn't care what he thought in his heart, a sword could not succeed, and another sword was homeopathic.

If Xu Zhaonan is here, he will definitely be able to recognize it at a glance, this move is from the "trapping sword style" contained in the Sword Sutra!

The blade of the sword broke through the air, clattered, and stabbed straight into Fan Wei's palm.

Judging by its fierce momentum, if this sword is pierced in the real place, no matter how hard Fan Wei's palms are as hard as iron, he will definitely be cut off a lot of flesh and blood!

But how could Fan Wei do what he wanted, seeing An Yaoyang's fierce coming, he immediately decided to avoid the edge for the time being, flashed sideways, avoided his inevitable sword, slapped out his left palm, and struck the sword body from the side, wanting to shake the long sword away.

Clang!

There was a piercing sound, which shook many young disciples in the field who were not good at cultivation, and they all covered their ears together, and for a long time, their brains were still dizzy.

Fan Wei's palm was slapped, and it really worked, seeing that An Yaoyang's sword was off the rails, he immediately handed out his long-standing right palm, and pushed it suddenly, and the target was An Yaoyang's waist and abdomen with the middle door wide open.

An Yaoyang, who is already old and supported by arrogance, if such a palm comes to his waist and abdomen, he is afraid that he will die on the spot.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, Fan Wei couldn't help but show a cruel smile on his face, but as soon as the smile reached the corner of his mouth, a trace of vigilance suddenly rose in his heart.

The experience accumulated over the years in the rivers and lakes tells him that if this palm is shot, the result may not be as he expected!

In the end, Fan Wei still believed his instincts, and at the moment when his right palm was about to touch An Yaoyang, Kankan stopped, retracted it, and put on a defensive posture.

Seeing Fan Wei being so careful, An Yaoyang's old face couldn't help but pass a trace of pity.

Fang Cai's flaw, sure enough, he deliberately leaked it to Fan Wei!

Although Fan Wei was too vigilant and didn't get hit, An Yaoyang didn't mean to stop there, only to see him flick his wrist, and the Fire Dance Sword that had just been slapped out of direction stabbed down obliquely!

This sword was aimed at Fan Wei's chest, and he shot mercilessly!

"Huh!"

Seeing that he really had a back move, Fan Wei secretly said that he was lucky, and the right palm blocking his chest instantly clenched his fist, shouted, punched the sword body, and then recoiled with the power of retreat, and after regaining his strength, he would make a comeback!

But now the two of them are already tearing their faces, and they are making trouble to the point of fighting each other, how can An Yaoyang let him get his wish, his long arm probes, and the tip of the sword is pushed more than two feet, with the domineering spirit of not slashing him under the sword and vowing not to return the sword, he is indomitable!

Seeing that Fan Wei had no way to avoid this time, and there was no way to escape, he was about to be pierced by this sword, and everyone in the audience held their breath and was stunned to silence.

Suddenly, a figure flashed!

Towards the two of them fighting, the sharp sword swooped!

After An Yaoyang saw the person who came, he secretly screamed "despicable", but he stopped castration quite helplessly.

This sword castration was too fierce, and it stopped suddenly, and he had already exhausted all his strength, and looking at the flush on his face, he must have suffered a lot of internal injuries.

However, An Yaoyang would rather suffer an internal injury than hurt this person who pounced!

It's too late, it's too fast, the situation is changing rapidly, and it's only in the blink of an eye.

After An Yaoyang and Fan Wei fixed their figures, the disciples saw clearly who the person who interrupted the battle between the two was.

"Quill!"

Jiang Xing roared violently, because of his position, he only saw that Fan Jian on his side saw that the situation was not good, and suddenly pushed out Jiang Kui, who was holding it in his hand, and pushed it towards An Yaoyang's fire dance sword, wanting to block this inevitable sword for Fan Wei.

did not see if Jiang Kui was stabbed by An Yaoyang after he was pushed out.

The sharpness of the Fire Dance Sword has been seen by the old brothers who followed An Yaoyang to the north and south.

If Jiang Kui was really stabbed by this sword, would he still be alive?

At this moment, seeing his grandson fall to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, Jiang Xing was heartbroken, like an angry tiger, ignoring the steel knife in front of him, he raised his head sharply, and slammed the back of his head into the door of Fan Bin behind him.

Poof.

Fan Bin, who was caught off guard, was hit by him, and the impact was full of blood, the bridge of his nose collapsed, and he couldn't help but let go of his hand and covered his face with both hands, and blood trickled out from his fingers.

One of Jiang Xing's arms was broken in the previous battle with Fan Wei, but the other one was still intact, and he was free at this moment, and immediately rushed forward, in mid-air, his whole body was shaken, and the intact arm was forcefully propped up, and the strong hemp rope that was tied to his body was suddenly torn apart.

"Quill!"

Jiang Xing seemed to have forgotten where he was, and only thought of his grandson who fell to the ground and was unconscious, pounced on him and anxiously looked at it.

"Brother Jiang, Kui'er is fine. ”

As soon as An Yaoyang said this, he couldn't hold back the blood in his cavity anymore, and with a poof, he sprayed Jiang Xing all over his body.

"Helper!"

"Father!"

The shouts from all directions were deafening.

An Ye made a lifelong leap, came to An Yaoyang's side, held his wrist to convey internal force, and helped him calm the churning in his body.

Fan Wei suddenly heard that someone behind him seemed to be exclaiming, and secretly wondered in his heart: "This An Yaoyang is not dead, how can I sit firmly in the position of the gang leader!"

"Big brother!"

After this change, Jiang Xing, who held his grandson's pulse to check the results, how could he not know that An Yaoyang was at a critical moment, regardless of his own internal strength, and saved his hand and Jiang Kui's life.

Looking at An Yaoyang, who was seriously injured and vomiting blood, and was supported by An Ye, who was still crumbling, Jiang Xing's heart was full of guilt, he lowered his head, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry......"

An Yaoyang propped up the ground with his sword, leaned on An Ye, and smiled faintly: "You and I have been brothers for many years, so there is no need to say this." ”

When Jiang Xing heard this, his head hung lower.

"An Yaoyang!"

Fan Wei's heart was not dead, and seeing that the old gang leader An had no strength to fight again, he immediately said angrily: "Fang was interrupted by this Jiang Kui child, and he couldn't tell the winner, let's compare again!"

"Old thief Fan, you are so shameless!"

An Ye stretched out his hand and pointed at Fan Wei, trembling with anger, and said, "If it weren't for your son Fan Jian pushing Kui'er out and blocking my father's sword, would you still have your life now?

"You?"

Fan Wei snorted coldly and said contemptuously: "What are you, he is the leader of the Yaoyang Gang, and I am the deputy gang leader! You are just a junior, how can you speak here!"

"You!"

An Ye was so angry that he pulled out his matching sword and pointed it at Fan Wei, and if he didn't agree with him, he would fight with him.

"What's the matter? The old ones can't do it, and the little ones are up?"

A contemptuous sneer came from behind Fan Wei, but he saw Fan Jian striding out, casually glancing at the Jiang family's grandchildren who were lying on the ground, and then sneered: "It's not just you An Yaoyang who has a son, our Fan family, too!"

"Not bad!"

Fan Bin, who followed later, also sneered: "If you want to do it with my father, you must pass the two of us brothers first!"

"Okay! I'm afraid you won't make it!"

An Ye shouted angrily: "You two, go up together!"

The two brothers of the Fan family are both inherited from their father's palm technique, listening to An Ye's words, after glancing at each other, their faces were straight, and there was a hidden energy on their palms.

"Enough!"

An Yaoyang burst into a loud shout, like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, shaking the entire hall to suddenly quiet, Xu was affected by the injury, after drinking, he clenched his fist with one hand, put it on his lips and let out a violent cough, finally calmed down, and said in a deep voice: "Fan Wei, it's better for the two of us!"

"Daddy!"

An Ye was in a hurry and pulled his father's arm.

An Yaoyang smiled and patted his son's hand, and said in a low voice: "Stay in the green mountains, don't worry about running out of firewood." Dad is old, but your days are still long, just fold here, Dad is distressed......"

After that, he pushed him away, no longer holding the ground with his sword, and slowly raised the Fire Dance Sword, pointing straight at Fan Wei, like a pine and cypress!

In the hall of the Shining Sun Gang, there was an aura of slaughter.

An Yaoyang's momentum continued to rise, and in those bright eyes, there was no turbidity in the past, the sword pointed at Fan Wei, and said with a smile: "Fan Wei, if you can take this sword, the position of the helper will be given to you to sit, okay?"

Fan Wei said: "Why not!"

After that, he stared at An Yaoyang, who was returning to the light, and the alarm bell sounded in his heart, and he secretly tried to prepare for the unexpected.

"Good!"

With a sonorous shout, An Yaoyang slowly raised his sword-holding arm, and the three-foot sword suddenly poked out, and the cold light was dazzling.

"He can still slash out sword qi?!"

Fan Wei was horrified in his heart, knowing that with his strength, he would never be able to stop a sword aura from a first-grade master, even if the person in front of him had fallen to the second-grade!

Seeing the uncertainty on Fan Wei's face, An Yaoyang did not have the slightest carelessness in his heart, and forcibly promoted his cultivation back to the first-grade realm, and the damage was not something that his stump could bear.

After a sword, there is no An Yaoyang in the world!

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