"Uh......", everyone was really speechless. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info almost subconsciously glanced at Lan Xiaorui, at this moment, everyone must be thinking in their hearts: Yang Xiaofeng's slap is heavy enough, but Lan Xiaorui's mouth is really ten thousand times more vicious than Yang Xiaofeng's slap.

"Roar ......", Duanmu Xuan was a little stunned for a while after receiving Yang Xiaofeng's slap, and he lay on the ground for a long time and didn't get up. Just as he was humming to himself, being ridiculed by Lan Xiaorui, his divine sense finally turned around, and suddenly roared angrily, struggling in a hurry, although he was extremely embarrassed, he still rushed towards Yang Xiaofeng again without hesitation.

It was somewhat sad, even ridiculous. It really looks like a trapped beast that is still dying after being wounded.

Now, he just wants to tear everything in front of him to pieces, and in front of him, it seems that there is only Yang Xiaofeng.

"Xuan'er, take the sword ......", Duanmu Jing was not surprised by the current situation at all, it seemed that Duanmu Xuan was by no means Yang Xiaofeng's opponent. However, he didn't call for help from others, he just pulled out his sword and threw it to Duanmu Xuan.

The sword was unsheathed, Duanmu Xuan took it and stabbed directly at Yang Xiaofeng's heart.

"You go die", at this moment, Duanmu Xuan didn't have any other thoughts in his heart, except for the same thought, he wanted Yang Xiaofeng to die.

Duanmu Xuan's martial arts were not weak, and his ethereal swordsmanship was also extremely subtle and agile, but at this moment, it was extremely clumsy when it was unleashed by Duanmu Xuan.

At this moment, Duanmu Xuan was more like a ruffian hooligan who didn't know any martial arts, but he subconsciously stabbed the sword in his hand desperately to Yang Xiaofeng's chest.

Yang Xiaofeng looked at Duanmu Xuan coldly, and inadvertently, he seemed to see something, and the originally cold expression on his face instantly froze.

Suddenly, time seemed to freeze at a certain point, and all the sounds had stopped.

Why did Yang Xiaofeng suddenly appear in such a strange performance, and what did he see?

He saw the sword in Duanmu Xuan's hand.

However, it was just a sword, how could it cause him such a big reaction, could it be that he hadn't seen a sword before?

Of course not, he had seen too many swords before, all kinds of swords. At the same time, he also saw too many people who used swords, all kinds of people who used swords. He couldn't even remember how many times he had almost died under a sword in someone's hand.

If he had seen too many swords, why did he have such abnormal mood swings because of a single sword?

Could it be that the sword in Duanmu Xuan's hand at this moment is a special sword?

Actually, no, the reason why he had such an abnormal, even weird performance, was only because he saw the appearance of the sword in Duanmu Xuan's hand.

This sword is not special at all, but it is only three or four inches longer than the average sword.

However, when he saw this sword, his heart stopped beating in an instant, and his breathing stopped. His eyes looked at the sword in Duanmu Xuan's hand, staring at it, looking at it deadly......

By this time, the sword had stabbed him in the chest, and the tip of the sword was no longer more than a foot away from his chest.

However, Yang Xiaofeng's eyes have been frozen, completely frozen. He looked at the sword, a long black sword, with a mountain peak pattern two inches below the sword's ears, with clouds and mist in between.

It turned out that he knew this sword.

At this moment, the sword was stabbing at his heart, just like on that Mid-Autumn Festival night twelve years ago, he watched the sword stab into his mother's chest in front of him.

A memory that has long been forgotten, a past that has been sealed in the bottom of my heart for twelve years is re-opened at this moment.

Yang Xiaofeng only felt as if his heart was torn apart, and he hurt again. The bloody scene in the depths of his memory, which he would never want to remember again, was once again presented in front of his eyes with great clarity.

The flame that had been extinguished in my heart, the flame of hatred, burned again.

The heart that had been calm for a long time finally boiled again.

At this moment, the nightmare that had haunted him for six years finally awakened again.

I thought it had faded away, but it turned out to be there all along. What I thought had been put down, or even forgotten, was finally awakened again.

All the torture and suffering has only just begun.

"Smack......".

It was another resounding slap in the face, but it was heavier than the previous one.

Without any accident, Duanmu Xuan was fanned out again. Compared with the previous time, this time it flew farther and fell directly five zhang away.

At the same time, the sword that was originally in Duanmu Xuan's hand was already in Yang Xiaofeng's hand.

Bowing his head, Yang Xiaofeng looked at the sword in his hand steadily. There was still that cold and unrestrained expression on his face, which made it impossible for people to guess what was in his heart at the moment.

Perhaps, at this moment, he didn't have any thoughts in his mind at all.

I don't know how long it took, he finally glanced up at Duanmu Jing, and then, he only said two words:

"Is it your ......"?

There seems to be something inexplicable about this.

However, Duanmu Jing's reply was equally inexplicable, and he answered coldly: "What, you can see it, right?"

Everyone in the palace was a little confused by the two of them for a while, and they really couldn't understand what they meant.

For a while, everyone's puzzled eyes turned around on the two of them, and they were really a little puzzled.

Luo Qingyu frowned slightly, but the hands hidden in his sleeves instantly clenched into fists, as if he had thought of something.

Luo Qingxue suddenly felt a strong uneasiness in her heart, as if she also felt something. Almost subconsciously, her newly relaxed hand once again tightened the hilt of the sword at her waist.

Lan Xiaorui didn't speak this time.

Murong Yan also frowned slightly, her clear eyes glanced back and forth at Duanmu Jing and Yang Xiaofeng, and then looked at Luo Qingxue beside her, it seemed that she also felt a trace of inexplicable nervousness.

Time passed in this oppressive atmosphere for a long time, and finally, Yang Xiaofeng said slowly again: "On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival twelve years ago, you were the one who destroyed my Qingshui Villa, slaughtered my whole clan, and killed my mother."