Just when the tip of the golden masked man's iron spear was about to penetrate Yang Yi's back, the iron spear in his hand suddenly underwent a strange change, and the whole iron spear suddenly shook, breaking free from the palm of the golden masked man, and the living creature stabbed towards the golden masked man's chest, and a few wisps of true qi that Yang Yi had just slapped in the iron spear began to erupt.

Yang Yi had already risen into the air at this time, jumped into the air of the encirclement, and then flipped over, his head and feet, and the long sword in his hand stabbed at the head of the golden masked man who was a little scrambled due to the iron spear rebellion.

The iron spear that had been used for many years turned out to rebel against the Lord like a living thing, which was the first time that the Golden Mask Man had encountered it in his decades of life. But although he was not shocked, he used more strength with both hands to hold the trembling spear tightly to order it not to tremble, and then the spear was raised, and a spear stabbed Yang Yi who was attacking him in the air towards the sky.

The iron spear in his hand shook again, and the spear that the golden masked man attacked Yang Yi suddenly twisted and retracted, and Yang Yi's other true qi lurking in it erupted one after another, and the spear shook again and again, and it had already deviated from the target.

The Golden Mask was shocked, and the weapon in his hand did not obey the call at the most critical moment, and Yang Yi's sword blade was on his head.

He was afraid that the blade was in an inexplicable situation, and he no longer dared to hold the spear in his hand, and when Yang Yi leaned on the heavenly sword and the top in his hand, the spear flew out of his hand and flew towards a circle of monks besieging him in the distance, while he himself hurried forward, dodging Yang Yi's sword in the air that stabbed towards the top door.

Yang Yi hadn't landed yet, his body turned like a dragon in mid-air, and he still threw himself towards the golden masked man without any reason to turn and change in the air, and a small metal cylinder suddenly appeared in the hand of the golden masked man, aiming at Yang Yi who flew diagonally in the air.

At this time, many black iron and bronze masked people below jumped up in unison, sacrificing their lives to block Yang Yi's volley attack on the golden masked man.

At this moment, the spear thrown by the Golden Masked Man flew into the air and shook again, and the flying dragon shot backwards and flew into the crowd of masked people who jumped into the air.

Below, the metal cylinder in the hand of the golden masked man burst out with a puff of blue flowers. Xiang Yang Yi covered his whole body.

Burst!

Blood burst out in mid-air, and the upside-down spear pierced the bodies of the two black iron masked people like sugar gourds, and then continued to fly towards a bronze masked man in mid-air.

The blue flower poison needle spewed out by the underground golden mask man from the metal cylinder instantly arrived beside Yang Yi, and it was clear under the sun that this blue flower was composed of small poisonous needles. Densely covered like a cover.

Yang Yifei's body in mid-air could still turn, his body spun, and he suddenly folded outward, and then the flag flower rose out of thin air like a rocket, already avoiding the enveloping range of this poisonous needle.

His turn and turn is the Wudang secret light body exercise ladder cloud vertical.

Yang Yi's body has already flown to the air more than three zhang high, the eaves of the temple are already at his feet, the breeze blows, and the birds are close.

The scenery outside Fulong Temple began to come into view.

It can be seen from the air. The peach blossoms under the mountain are blooming, and the water of the Huanglong River is surging.

Yang Yi's body is still rising.

A group of monks underground, armed with blades, pounced on the many masked men.

In the air, a puff of money flew out of Yang Yi's hand, and it was covered like a net of heaven and earth towards the masked man below.

After the copper coin was spilled, Yang Yi began to move in the air.

With each step, the air shook under his feet, and he stepped step by step, as if he was stepping on an invisible staircase. Step towards the ground.

After taking eight steps in succession, Yang Yi had already arrived at the Golden Mask Man's side.

"Eight steps into the sky!"

"You are a Confucian disciple!"

The Golden Mask man's eyes were shocked. His voice trembled, "You are Yang Kun, the second son of Master Yang?"

When the emperor was in the palace, the uncle and the second master were famous all over the world.

Uncle Yang Gan, the main battle, as the commander of the army, sits in the northwest. He has always rarely been out of the barracks, and although his prestige is great, he has not been involved in the rivers and lakes.

The second master, Yang Kun, is a descendant of Confucianism trained by Master Yang himself, and his true qi is unparalleled among his peers. Although he is in charge of the political side, he has also shot many times to kill the villains in the martial arts, and among the top ten young masters in the world, Yang Kun is among them, and he has a great reputation in the martial arts.

As for the third son Yang Yi, don't say it.

Therefore, when he saw Yang Yishi exhibiting the Confucian secret body method of eight steps to ascend to the sky, the first thing that came to the mind of the Golden Mask Man was Yang Kun.

Not only did the Golden Mask Man think he was Yang Kun, but even a group of monks who came over to fight with the Mask Man also thought that Yang Kun was in person, although Yang Yi seemed to be less than thirty years old, but the martial arts were all skilled in appearance, and it was normal for them to look young.

Yang Yi's handful of money had already injured several black iron masked people, and several bronze masked people were killed by several monks together because they were dodging the money flying.

After Yang Yi landed, the long sword flipped up a wave of swords, surging towards the stunned Golden Mask Man.

The golden masked body burst back, and the metal cylinder in his hand shot out a puff of poisonous needles, and when his body retreated, his mouth let out a terrible long roar.

The whistle continued, and the golden masked man had already retreated to the backyard wall, and he kept retreating, with a "boom", his back had broken through the courtyard wall, and he was out of the backyard in an instant.

Yang Yi sighed, in the eyes of the old monk next to him, Yang Yi's arm seemed to move, and a faint white light flashed in his hand, but in the end, whether Yang Yi's arm moved or not, the old monk was a little unconfident in his eyesight for a while.

The golden masked man who was screaming and fleeing in the distance suddenly stopped, and the sound of the long howl seemed to be cut off by something, and he suddenly turned around and looked at Yang Yi who was standing under the ancient pine.

The old monk at the head saw clearly, and there was an extra flying knife at the throat of the golden masked man, and at this time, the flying knife was inserted into the throat, and it did not reach the handle.

Many of the masked people who were fighting with the monks in the backyard scattered and fled one after another after the golden masked man made a long roar, and there was no longer any intention to kill.

The monks in the courtyard wanted to continue the pursuit, but they were stopped by the old monks, and they saw that these masked people were about to flee the temple.

A handful of money spilled out of Yang Yi's hands again, and a few of the masked people who scattered and fled stayed in the courtyard, and a few bronze masked people escaped Yang Yi's pursuit of money, and fled down the mountain in different directions.

Yang Yi wanted to kill again, and the old monk came over, "Good, good, God has the virtue of a good life, Second Master Yang spared them!"

Yang Yi smiled and said: "Okay, well, you don't want to pursue it, why should I have this extra strength?"

At this time, the eyes of the golden masked man outside the broken courtyard wall burst out, the golden mask exploded, blood splattered, and the flying knife stuck in his throat had bounced out.

"I didn't expect Second Master Yang to have this flying knife stunt!"

The golden masked man's clear face appeared in front of everyone, and he looked like a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties.

He looked regretful, "It's a pity that I was afraid of the prestige of Master Yang just now, and I didn't dare to fight against the second master, otherwise I might not be able to get out." ”

Yang Yi said: "You can't dodge my knife!"

The middle-aged man was silent.

In the slight sound of blood flowing in his throat, he quietly recalled the feeling he felt when he was stabbed just now, and after a while, his chest and shirt were stained red with blood.

In the slight splash of blood, the middle-aged man looked up and said, "Yes, I really can't dodge!"

Yang Yi said: "It's good that you know." ”

The middle-aged man sighed: "If you can die in the hands of the second master in Taishi Yang's mansion, you will not die unjustly!"

Yang Yi also sighed: "I am Yang Sanye, not Yang Erye! My second brother is in charge of the government, where is this idle time to travel the rivers and lakes?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, the blood in his throat splattered more urgently, and he hissed: "Yang Sanye, are you the rice worm Yang Yi?"

Yang Yi looked helpless, "Dude, is it embarrassing to be a rice worm?"

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Crossing the Tang Dynasty, the mobile phone also mutated, "The Little Marquis of the Tang Dynasty". (To be continued.) )