Yang Xian looked at the knife-wielding man who was beaten by himself, and laughed: "You must be Zhou Xin!"

The sword-wielding Han man had just landed in the air, and at this time his body was still sliding backwards on the ground, plowing a deep ravine from the bluestone ground, he heard Yang Xian open his mouth to ask, and replied while retreating, "The Yang Sect's main law is the same, it is a certain family!"

Yang Xian raised his thumb and said with a smile: "Good man, generous and heroic, not like ordinary rotten Confucian!"

Just as he was praising Zhou Xin, an old man in white next to him bowed slightly to Yang Xian with a long sword in his hand, "Yang Shaoxia, offended!"

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Because Confucianism can only have one master, and now that Zhu Hongyi is the master of Zhumen, he is a little inappropriate to call Yang Xian "the master", so he calls Yang Xian a young man.

This change in mind is beyond the reach of people who don't know much about Confucianism, and ordinary people can't understand the meaning of this person's change in Yang Xian's title, but Yang Xian understands the meaning of this person from this title.

"Are you Dong Li?"

Yang Xian looked at the old man in white who was saluting him, "Why are you so polite?"

Dong Li said: "Etiquette cannot be abolished!"

He crossed his sword to his chest and looked at Yang Xian levelly, "Yang Shaoxia, I have an order in my body, I have to make a move on you, and I want to look at Haihan." ”

Yang Xian said: "Let's shoot!"

Dong Li didn't talk nonsense anymore, the three-foot long sword in his hand was raised flat on his chest, and he sighed in his mouth: "Etiquette is a big man", in a long sigh, the long sword in his hand shook, and a cold light went straight to Yang Xian's chest!

His sword stabbed him, neither fast nor slow, but the sword took the middle palace, but the power was great, the blade of the long sword had not yet touched Yang Xian's skin, and the sword qi tore Yang Xian's protective qi apart, and then arrived at Yang Xian's chest and shirt, and it was about to disembowel Yang Xian.

Among the eight brothers, this Dong Li was the first to break Yang Xian's protective spirit.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Seeing that it was a situation where the long sword pierced his chest, Yang Xian's palm suddenly raised.

With a muffled sound of "poof", the long sword castrated to a steep stop, and suddenly froze in mid-air.

Dong Li's body shook, his arm shook and he wanted to pull out the long sword, but it was like a dragonfly shaking a pillar, where did he move a little?

Two more fingers on the tip of the sword.

Yang Xian's fingers!

These two fingers seemed to have grown on the long sword from the beginning, and they clamped the tip of Dong Li's sword tightly.

Dong Li hurriedly let go and retreated, and after taking a few steps back, he bowed his head to Yang Xian and said, "Yang Shaoxia's magic skills are amazing, Dong Li is ashamed!"

Yang Xian laughed, his two fingers shook slightly, and the long sword between his fingers flew out like lightning, heading straight for Dong Li's door.

Dong Li was taken aback and hurriedly stretched out his hand to meet it, but when the long sword reached in front of him, the momentum of progress suddenly disappeared, and suddenly stopped in mid-air, changing from extreme movement to extreme stillness.

Dong Li originally saw that the momentum of this long sword flying was very fast, and his hands were already full of true qi, and he just waited for the long sword to start and take it well, even if Yang Xian left a dark energy in the sword, he also prepared a countermeasure.

But he never expected that the flying long sword, which was as fast as lightning and contained infinite power at a glance, was now in his hands, and the strength was completely lost, and the expected 10,000-ton huge force suddenly turned into a cloud of air.

This time unexpectedly, the hands were too violent, there were a few crisp sounds, wrists, elbows, shoulders and other joints were dislocated at the same time, and the true qi in the body flowed back, and the internal organs were injured when they landed.

He snorted, and closed his lips to suppress the blood gushing from his throat, but this time he was so injured that the blood spurted out of his nostrils, forming two small fountains of blood, which snorted.

In fact, with the cultivation of the realm of Grandmaster Dong Li, he should not have been seriously injured like this, but when he saw Yang Xian punching Wang Xiao and kicking Zhong Yi before, a great power was born in every move, and he was frightened, so he was several times more wary of Yang Xian, so when Yang Xian threw the sword at him, he condensed the true qi of his whole body, lest his strength was not enough, lest he catch it untruthfully, and he was already doing it with all his might.

Who knew that Yang Xian's sword flew and the strength changed from solid to virtual, and it tricked him solidly.

Yang Xian's failure to make a move is even more powerful than a shot, the first few people fought against Yang Xian, at most, they were only slightly injured, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and it would be harmless to drain the strength, but Dong Li was deceived by him with his force skills, and the injury was far more than the previous few people.

"Yang Shaoxia, good ...... Good means!"

Dong Li's face flashed an abnormal red color, and his nose and mouth spurted blood out at the same time, and he fell to the sky.

Seeing Dong Li's injury, several people were taken aback, and Wang Xiao, who was the first to do something with Yang Xian, had already arrived at Dong Li's side in a flash, helping Dong Li to fall to the ground slowly, with a look of concern, "Old Five, how are you?"

Dong Li tilted his head back, blood gurgled out of his mouth, and he shook his head slightly: "It's okay, you can't die!"

At this moment, a sharp roar sounded from a person's mouth, and a sword light suddenly appeared, stabbing at Yang Xian's neck, and a long groan began, "Righteous Qianxun Mountain!"

The person who issued this sword was majestic and had a rough appearance, and at this time, he saw Dong Li injured and fell to the ground, his eyes were red, and a sword stabbed out, full of murderous energy.

This sword is fierce, full of the intention of moving forward rather than bending, and the killing intent alone far exceeds the previous moves of Wang Xiao and others.

"Are you Zhao Yi?"

Yang Xian spoke, his legs did not move, but his body swept back like a snake and worm, he stared at the person who drew the sword, and said with a smile: "You want to kill me?"

The sword of the old man who came out of the sword was already the fastest sword in his life, but when the sword was stabbed, it couldn't catch up with the speed of Yang Xian's body retreating.

"Yes, I'm Zhao Yi!"

Although the old man was heartbroken and Dong Li was injured, he was furious and took out his sword, but at this time, the sword was useless, so he immediately withdrew his hand, glared at Yang Xian and said: "If something happens to the fifth child, I will not finish with you!"

Yang Xian smiled: "Waiting for you at any time!"

At this moment, another white-clothed old man with hair walked up to Yang Xian and said softly: "I'm Song Lian!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, and the iron ruler in his hand was drawn towards Yang Xian's head at the same time, and he groaned in a clear voice, "I have nothing in my money."

Yang Xian saw that when he drew the iron ruler, it seemed to be straight and curved, along a strange trajectory, the charm was peculiar, very strange, and he flicked his fingers at the moment, and said with a smile: "It seems that Mr. Song is also angry!"

"Bang"

The iron ruler in Song Lian's hand was hit by Yang Xian's fingers, and he swung violently, almost flying out of his hand.

Just as Song Lian's body shook and stabilized his figure, a long sword stabbed from Yang Xian's back silently, and a person said in a deep voice: "Shame before the appearance of the saint!"

Yang Xian's face changed slightly, and he didn't turn around, listening to the argument, and punching back.

With a "boom", the ground trembled, and the person who stabbed Yang Xian's back was involuntarily turned to Yang Xian's side by the dark energy emitted by Yang Xian's fist.

"I'm Han shame!"

This person arched his hand at Yang Xian and said, "Shame, shame!"