Yang Xiaofeng took out the sword with his right hand, and when the sword was raised, his left hand also followed with nine attacks. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

or make a fist, or a palm, or a finger, or a claw...... , or smash, or poke, or scratch, or fan, or penetrate....... The same nine different moves were used, from nine different angles, and nine different forms were attacked.

The old monsters reacted so quickly, acted so quickly, and cooperated so tacitly, they were a little surprised when they saw that they missed a move, but they were not surprised, and they immediately changed their moves to kill Yang Xiaofeng.

However, just as they reacted and were about to change their moves, Yang Xiaofeng's left hand had already hit them.

Yang Xiaofeng's nine moves in his left hand all hit the nine old monsters solidly. or chest, or under the ribs, or stomach, or shoulders, or cheeks, or elbows, or knees, or ears, or calves. In each place, ten percent of the force was used, and it seemed that the sound of bone cracking had come from an old monster.

The nine old monsters snorted at the same time, only to feel that the place where they were attacked was like being smashed by a thousand hammers.

After receiving this blow, the nine old monsters were in pain, and they suddenly felt that the weapon in their hands was already a little unstable, and it seemed absolutely impossible to change their tactics and attack Yang Xiaofeng again, or rather, in a short period of time, it was too late at all.

While Yang Xiaofeng attacked nine moves with his left and right hands, the sword moves in his hand changed again, but instead of attacking nine swords like before, he only used one sword. From the bottom to the top, a sword was drawn diagonally, which seemed to be slow but extremely fast, and a sword that seemed to be dexterous but extremely domineering.

After a sword, everything was calm.

The Nine Old Monsters stood quietly one by one, and Yang Xiaofeng did not use his sword again.

It seemed that after a long time, I suddenly heard a "clang", and the halberd in the hands of the seven monsters slowly fell from his hands. Then, the weapons in the hands of the other eight old monsters were all loosened from their hands, and they fell and smashed to the ground.

Next, in the puzzled eyes of everyone, the five monsters slowly fell down first, and when they fell, they suddenly broke into two pieces from their waists. Then, the rest of the eight monsters also fell. Two monsters, seven monsters, and four monsters were broken into two from the abdomen, chest, and cervical vertebrae. The remaining five people were all cut off by a sword.

In an instant, the nine old monsters who were originally going to kill Yang Xiaofeng were all dead in an instant.

Blood splattered like a volcano from the wounds of the nine old monsters.

Yang Xiaofeng's people were already two feet away.

He still held the sword tightly in his hand, and blood was dripping from the blade.

One drop, two drops......

The blood was not only dripping on the ground, but it seemed to be dripping into the hearts of everyone in the audience.

There was a dead silence in the audience. Most of the people were stunned, staring at the sword in Yang Xiaofeng's hand with an incredulous gaze in horror.

Some people have even fallen to the ground because of excessive fear, their legs have weakened.

The last drop of blood finally dripped from the tip of the sword.

Only then did everyone realize that Yang Xiaofeng's left hand, which was still empty just now, was already holding the scabbard at this moment.

There was a "choking" sound, and the sword was already in the sheath.

Everyone's eyes also moved to the scabbard.

At this moment, a question arose in everyone's hearts: What kind of sword is the sword Yang Xiaofeng is holding in his hand?

This sword does not seem to belong to the human world at all, but a magic sword in the hands of the evil spirits of hell.

How can a sword in the world have such rapid power and speed?

And Yang Xiaofeng's people are doomsday madmen who are much more terrifying than the hellish demons.

Everyone really couldn't figure out that there would be a person like Yang Xiaofeng in this world.

What kind of person is Yang Xiaofeng, or is he still a human being at the moment?

The answer is actually very clear, Yang Xiaofeng is not only a human being, but also an extremely ordinary, extremely ordinary person.

It's just that this world has turned him, an ordinary person, into a demon.

Looking at the corpse of the Nine Old Monsters in front of him, Yang Xiaofeng's face gradually welled up with a little deep boredom.

At this moment, his heart, like the sword in his hand, was also dripping blood.

The feeling of killing people is not a trace of pleasure, there is only heart-rending pain. So, he never thought about killing.

But he had no choice.

If he didn't kill the Nine Shadows Old Monster, then it must be himself who was lying on the ground at the moment.

The choice you make is painful, and you seem to have made the decision yourself, but it is always fate that makes the decision.

And this is the fate he is destined to be unable to escape in this life.

At this moment, the Nine Shadows Old Monster had died under his sword. At this moment, although he was still alive, his heart felt extremely confused.

He didn't understand why he wanted to kill the Nine Ghosts Old Monster. It was as if he didn't understand why the Nine Shadows Monster had to kill him.

There was no grudge between him and the Nine Ghosts, let alone any intersection.

He couldn't figure out why the Nine Shadows Old Monster had to kill him, a stranger who had never known him in his life.

Maybe the Nine Ghosts Old Monster wants him to die, and there are all kinds of inexplicable reasons. But he didn't want to know at all, he only knew that he had killed the Nine Shadows Old Monster for the simplest reason - to be alive.

If a person is only trying to live, then nothing he does is excessive.

However, I don't know when it has become a kind of torture for him.

Life is bitter and fateful is impermanent.

In fact, sometimes death is not terrible, but it is the hardest thing to live, especially for those who live in pain all the time.

Yang Xiaofeng, is this such a person?

Perhaps, for him, it is not much to live. Death will be more of a relief?

But now he can't die.

He still has so much to do. There are still too many people in his heart who have not let go.

The tragedy of destroying the door is unknown, hundreds of yin spirits up and down Qingshui Villa are not at peace, and his sister's soul is still alive, how can he die?

The whereabouts of his younger brother Xiaoling are unknown, how can he die?

And Master, the old man who has been with him for ten years, the old man who treats him as his own and has taken care of him for ten years, how can he bear to let him be helpless in his old age. How can Master die before he settles his way back?

Although he had left Luoxue Valley, he knew that Luo Qingxue was still guarding for him, how could he die without giving her a clear explanation?

In the end, it was Lin Yuhan. Although he had always been cold to her, this woman had already given him her own life. How can he die before this affection is repaid?

Therefore, although he himself has long felt that it is not interesting to live, for the sake of these people who treat him sincerely, he must live, even if it is a painful life in torture and suffering.

"Ah......h

A shrill female voice rang out suddenly, breaking the original dead silence.

Lin Yuhan finally screamed and exclaimed, breaking the silent atmosphere on the stage. It's just that after her exclamation, it only made the atmosphere on the field seem more deadly.

At this moment, the girl was looking at Yang Xiaofeng on the stage in disbelief, even with a frightened expression.

She even felt that the scene just now was not an illusion of her own trance for a moment. If it weren't for the corpse of the Nine Old Monsters lying there quietly, she would have thought that she had just been dazzled.

As for the others in the audience, their faces were not much better than Lin Yuhan's. However, at this moment, the focus of their eyes was mostly on the sword in Yang Xiaofeng's hand.

This is just an extremely ordinary sword, and Yang Xiaofeng's person is just an extremely ordinary person.

However, when this extremely ordinary sword was held in the hands of this extremely ordinary person, it suddenly became a world-destroying demon soldier even more terrifying than the scythe of the god of death.

Those who were still sneering and scolding Yang Xiaofeng just now suddenly realized how outrageous they were just now.

Xue buried Mei Meimu to earn the boss, and said in amazement: "This is the man that the saint has a crush on"?

The wind shook its head softly.

Hua Langying and Yue Yiyun looked frightened, and even their legs seemed to tremble, and said, "Yes."

Tang Yunfei pondered. I asked myself, in the situation just now, if it was him, would it be possible to break the combined attack of the Nine Old Monsters, and at the same time kill the nine old monsters.

The answer is yes. If he uses poison, with the power of his Tang Sect poison skills and secret weapons, he can naturally do this.

However, despite this, there is one thing that cannot be ignored, if he only uses the sword, I am afraid that he can only withstand the blow of the nine old monsters at most, and after that, he really doesn't even have a certain certainty.

Yang Xiaofeng stood on the stage.

At the moment of life and death, he still behaved very calmly, and the look on his face was still so calm. It's as if nothing in this world can set off ripples in his heart.

After a week of looking at everyone in the audience with a lonely and somewhat tired gaze, Yang Xiaofeng said indifferently: "Who still wants to come up and teach a few tricks"?

There was a dead silence in the audience. Where Yang Xiaofeng's gaze swept over, everyone immediately lowered their heads in horror, and they didn't even dare to take a breath of air.

Yang Xiaofeng suddenly smiled, helplessly and bitterly.

He knew that since today, there has been another demon on the rivers and lakes, a demon that is thousands of times more terrifying than the Nine Demon Lords.

After waiting for a long time, no one came on stage to challenge, so he had to step down, slowly walked to Lin Yuhan, and did not stop, walked directly past her, and said lightly: "Let's go."

Lin Yuhan was stunned for a long time, and when he saw that Yang Xiaofeng was already thirty steps away, he reacted, snorted, and trotted to follow.

Immediately, he shouted at Tang Yunfei from afar: "The rest of the matter here will be handed over to a few of you."

When Yang Xiaofeng walked over, everyone suddenly retreated more than ten zhang away from each side. A wide road of more than 30 zhang suddenly vacated in the middle of the originally densely packed human wall.

In the crowd, Xue Ding held the silver hook in his hand and stared at Yang Xiaofeng's back with resentful eyes, and the other Nine Shadow disciples were probably the same.

However, from beginning to end, they just stared at Yang Xiaofeng like this, and the fear in their hearts made them completely lose the courage to take action against Yang Xiaofeng.

So, Yang Xiaofeng slowly walked out of Blood Moon Mountain alone, walked through the large square where the heroes gathered, and stopped when he walked straight to the intersection of the front slope and the mountain.

He didn't notice that along the way, there was a ghostly black shadow staring coldly at him from a distance.

Lin Yuhan trotted all the way to chase Yang Xiaofeng, but for some reason, Yang Xiaofeng was obviously walking very slowly, but it wasn't until he stopped that she finally caught up with him.

Yang Xiaofeng stopped at the intersection, looking at the same place.

Lin Yuhan also followed his gaze, and the sky was already full of red clouds.