The five monsters and the seven monsters were all stunned, and then muttered: "One is fighting, two are also fighting, and three are still fighting...... , Anyway, it's inevitable to fight this one, so it's better for a few of you to go together." Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Yang Xiaofeng's body was also shocked suddenly. He had already thought of who was saying this.

Sure enough, the second monster looked at Yang Xiaofeng and asked coldly: "Brother Yang may not know that these words you just said were said to us many years ago. It's just that although the words are the same, your tone is really not as good as that person'......."

"Alas......", with a long breath, the two shook their heads and sighed: "That person's power can be said to be rare in ancient times. His domineering spirit, his unbeatable courage. In short, I have never seen a second person like him in my life. I have never admired anyone in my life, except for that person, his bearing, I am really impressed. Although he is a mortal enemy, he is the only person I admire from the bottom of my heart."

Yang Xiaofeng listened quietly, and the peaceful expression on his face suddenly became inexplicably painful.

"That day, on this square in the Blood Moon Mountain, he and Li Muqing, facing hundreds of disciples of my Nine Pyloric Sect, did not show a trace of fear, but their eyes were full of disdain. His pride, that contempt, actually made our brother feel like he was being degraded."

The two monsters said quietly, with a faint trace of sadness in their voices, and sighed: "It's a pity, the years are ruthless, and the former enemies, relatives and friends, have long since turned into dust." Alas......".

Yang Xiaofeng's tone was desolate, like grief and joy, and asked lightly: "What is the name of that person?"

When he asked this, he suddenly raised his head, and although his face still had that downcast look, his expression was extremely respectful.

The two monsters smiled sadly and said: "That person was originally the head of Qingshui Villa, the first family of martial arts more than ten years ago, called Yang Shuangzi."

As soon as the three words "Yang Shuangzi" came out, everyone in the audience immediately became extremely quiet, as if the name also seemed to have some kind of magic.

If the others don't know, it's nothing.

Lin Yuhan and Tang Yunfei immediately looked at Yang Xiaofeng nervously, and the four daughters of Fengyue also looked at Yang Xiaofeng with a blank look, as if they wanted to see his reaction at the moment.

Yang Xiaofeng didn't react.

He lowered his head again and stood there quietly, as if the name Yang Shuangzi was a stranger to him at all.

The two monsters seemed to think of something, suddenly looked at Yang Xiaofeng, and asked, "It's really fate, they are all surnamed Yang, and they all said the same thing." I don't know what your relationship with that Yang Shuangzi is, Brother Yang?"

Yang Xiaofeng was silent.

"Alas, it's me who thinks too much, how can there be so many coincidences in the world......", the second monster shook his head and sighed, and finally smiled again: "However, I still want to say thank you to you, at least you reminded our brother of an old man."

Yang Xiaofeng said coldly: "But you are not friends."

The second monster also said coldly: "It's true that they are not friends, but there has always been an entanglement between us and Yang Shuangzi that has not been resolved, and now it seems that I am afraid that it will be a lifetime of regret......."

Yang Xiaofeng said lightly: "What are you sorry about?"

The second monster smiled cruelly: "I regret that I couldn't kill him with my own hands."

Yang Xiaofeng suddenly smiled and said: "Perhaps, this is also his regret......."

"Maybe it's ......".

The seven monsters suddenly sneered and said, "Second brother, what are you talking nonsense with this little bastard, just kill him." You just said that this little bastard reminds you of Yang Shuangzi, but in my opinion, he has Yang Shuangzi's bearing. You say he looks like Yang Shuangzi, but you are blind."

The second monster said coldly: "He doesn't look like Yang Shuangzi there"?

The Seven Monsters said disdainfully: "Not to mention the kind of bearing that Yang Shuangzi had when he challenged us that day, whether this little mongrel had it, just the tone of his speech." When Yang Shuangzi said the same sentence, I felt that I was challenging, but through the mouth of this little bastard, I felt more like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy on us."

The second monster shook his head and said, "Old Seven, what you said is not right." It's just the tone of speech, and what can it represent"?

The Seven Monsters sneered: "Of course, the tone of voice doesn't mean anything, but the second brother didn't even find out that this little mongrel didn't even have a sword in his hand?"

The second monster was stunned and asked Yang Xiaofeng, "Where is your sword?"

Yang Xiaofeng lowered his head and said lightly: "The sword is here."

"Where"?

"...... here", Lin Yuhan suddenly threw his sword to Yang Xiaofeng, and said loudly: "Brother Yang, please take the sword."

Yang Xiaofeng reached out to pick it up.

The sword thrown by Lin Yuhan drew an elegant arc in the air, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Yang Xiaofeng's gaze seemed to be drawn to the past.

No one noticed that at this moment, a cruel and treacherous glint suddenly flashed in the eyes of the nine old monsters.

Yang Xiaofeng didn't seem to notice either.

His attention seemed to be completely focused on the sword that Lin Yuhan had thrown over.

He didn't seem to notice at all that the Nine Shadows Old Monster's hand was already slowly moving. At exactly the same moment, the Nine Shadows Old Monsters suddenly attacked him together.

Without any warning, at a moment that no one would have expected, nine old monsters suddenly attacked Yang Xiaofeng.

From nine different parts, with nine different weapons, with nine different moves, he attacked Yang Xiaofeng.

The nine old monsters attack in either high or low directions, left or right, jumping or crouching, running forward or flashing backwards. But there is only one goal - Yang Xiaofeng.

In an instant, Yang Xiaofeng's chest, back, throat, side neck, lower waist, lower abdomen, left ribs, right shoulder, lower plate, and calf were all exposed to the attack range of the nine old monsters.

As soon as the Nine Ghost Old Monster made a move, it was an absolute killing move, leaving no room for anything.

In the face of such a killer blow, no one can dodge it, and no one can resist it.

Under this blow, Yang Xiaofeng seems to have only one ending - death.

It all happened so suddenly. Everyone in the audience had their eyes wide open, looking at the scene in front of them in horror. Some people suddenly closed their eyes again, and they seemed to be able to see the bloody scene of blood gushing out after the sharp blade in the hands of the Nine Shadows Old Monster pierced Yang Xiaofeng's body.

Lin Yuhan opened his mouth wide, but it was too late to exclaim.

She finally realizes that it was all a conspiracy from the beginning, a conspiracy through and through.

The ultimate goal of this conspiracy is to kill Yang Xiaofeng.

If the Nine Shadows Old Monster was just to compete with Yang Xiaofeng, why did nine people attack at the same time, and they also took advantage of their inattention to surprise from behind.

This was done for only one reason - murder.

Lin Yuhan suddenly felt extremely regretful. She regretted why she came to Blood Moon Mountain, she regretted why she let Yang Xiaofeng come to power, and she regretted even more why she threw the sword in her hand to Yang Xiaofeng.

She had even begun to hate herself.

Now, she finally understood the essence of the matter. But it was too late, too late.

She believed in Yang Xiaofeng's strength very much, and she had also seen his speed.

At the foot of the Ethereal Peak, he broke the siege of more than a dozen Ethereal disciples with a single sword. But this time, he was facing the Nine Ghosts Old Monster.

Any of these nine old monsters was definitely much stronger than the dozen or so Ethereal Peak disciples combined.

Facing the attack of such nine people, and attacking from nine directions at the same time with nine different moves, there is no one in this world who can dodge, and no one can resist, and Yang Xiaofeng naturally can't either.

Since there is absolutely no way to dodge, there is simply no need to hide.

Yang Xiaofeng really didn't hide.

At the moment, he did not have any weapons in his hands. His gaze seemed to be completely fixed on the sword that Lin Yuhan had thrown over. And the sword was at least three feet away from him.

But the blade of the Nine Shadows Old Monster was less than a foot away from him.

A judge's pen, a steel whip, a halberd, a gange, an iron axe, a silver hook, a cold iron spear, a katana, and a Xuanqiu A total of nine weapons have sealed all the lives of Yang Xiaofeng's body.

In this case, even if he wanted to, he had nowhere to hide, not to mention, he didn't even have the slightest chance to hide.

Of course, he would never be able to pull out the sword that Lin Yuhan threw at him from a distance of three feet to resist. Moreover, even if he had a sword in his hand at the moment, he no longer had the slightest chance to resist it.

Therefore, it seemed that he was certain to die.

The corners of the mouths of the nine old monsters suddenly showed a cruel and bloody smile at the same time, as if they were extremely satisfied with the matter of killing Yang Xiaofeng.

It's a pity that things in this world sometimes happen unexpectedly, and they are accidents that no one can imagine.

Yang Xiaofeng was such an accident.

It was as if no one would have thought that the Nine Shadows Old Monster would attack Yang Xiaofeng behind his back at the same time, including Yang Xiaofeng himself.

At this moment, no one would have thought that in such an absolutely impossible situation, Yang Xiaofeng would actually pull out the sword that was still three feet away. This, including the nine old monsters themselves, did not expect.

What is even more unexpected is that Yang Xiaofeng drew his sword in his hand, and at the same time, he attacked the nine swords from nine different directions, from nine different angles, and with nine different moves.

Chop, slash, split, stab, cut, sweep, pluck, tease, frustrate.

Yang Xiaofeng's nine moves made a move, although he did not directly block the weapons in the hands of the nine old monsters, nor did he hurt the nine old monsters in the slightest, but he just rightly shifted the weapons in the hands of the nine old monsters by a few points.

And so, the nine deadly blades that had been chopped, chopped, chopped, smashed, stabbed, hooked, pierced, cut, and nailed to his body grazed his skin.