"The thief dares to hurt my Uncle Ye!"

Xuan Ming drew his sword angrily, but he was also a little flustered, the enemy in front of him was an existence that could cut off Ye Yang's arm intact, could he be able to defeat it?

Several Longquan disciples on both sides also planned to come forward to help, but the other party swung a wild sword that could resist cavalry as quickly as a short sword, and the tip of the knife had already drawn an impermeable defensive net, and those who came were injured. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Xuan Ming had no choice but to copy the sword in his hand and wait for the opportunity.

With a bang, knocking Ye Yang's left-handed sword, the Dongying ninja stopped and took a few steps back.

Seeing this, no matter what the reason for the other party to stop, Xuan Ming and the others hurriedly moved to Ye Yang to guard, their faces full of vigilance.

"Heh, the contemporary owner of the Tibetan Sword Mountain Villa is nothing more than that. ”

The ninja's voice had a hollowness that seemed to span centuries before it came.

Xuan Ming suddenly frowned, at this time he found that the Dongying ninja in front of him was really weird, he was wearing a tattered Wu suit, without a mask, but his face seemed to be shrouded in a black shadow and could not be seen, his steps were light and fluttering, as if he did not touch the ground.

After this person finished speaking, he turned around with the Ye Tai knife and walked towards the door of the Washing Heart Hall step by step, this short few steps, as if he had walked for centuries, his figure became smaller and smaller, more and more blurred, until he disappeared outside the gate of Longquan Sword Village. All this, which everyone should not have seen, saw it again.

"Congratulations to the Ghost Teacher. ”

"Hmph. ”

The cold snort that came from the end was obviously because of his own displeasure, Yun Liuming Liang didn't care, and walked into the Heart Washing Hall with two entourages with a smile on his face.

"Ye Yu, we met again, I don't know if the Rona sake we sent today is not to everyone's taste. ”

Seeing that everyone in the hall was angry, Yun Liumingliang was even more proud, so he almost wrote these two words on his face, and he said: "Ye Yangyu, you have inherited the sword-casting technique of the Tibetan Sword Villa, but you have not inherited the killing skills of the Tibetan Sword. You better hand over the fragments of the Sword House and the Heaven Refining Iron, these two divine objects should belong to me. ”

Xuan Ming didn't hear Ye Yang's voice, and guessed that his Uncle Ye was afraid that he was resisting great pain, and he had no time to reply. So he took a step forward and pointed his sword at Yun Liumingliang, his brow never let go from the moment he wrinkled.

Xuan Ming was full of disgust and said to Yun Liuming Liang: "Whoever manipulates ghosts and gods will be punished by everyone." But it was he who combined his master's Taoism to deduce the origin of the Dongying man just now.

Yunliu Mingliang laughed after hearing this, and said, "That is my Yunliu Society's normal ghost shadow Kojiro just now, why did Shikigami say it?"

"It's useless to talk too much, let it be death!"

The sword glowed black, the tearful single edge seemed to be clumsy and sharp, Xuan Ming held the sheath in his left hand, and held it in his right hand.

"This is a private matter of the Yunliu Society, since you choose to meddle, you have chosen the point of no return!"

The entourage behind Yun Liuming Liang each took a step forward, drawing their swords and facing Xuan Ming's sword blade.

The two swords were obviously late, but they could arrive first, slashing at Xuan Ming one by one.

So fast!

It's really fast, in the fast, there is still a solemn aura, the knife has not arrived, the qi has arrived, and the robe of Xuan Ming is swaying, as if it is oppressing the heart and lungs, slowing down the enemy's energy.

What a domineering sword draw!

Xuan Ming sighed, if it weren't for the fact that he had just experienced Yan Shan's washing and the Han soul cutting his bones, he would have been defeated by this combined attack just a few hours ago.

I saw Xuan Ming stop the sword style unhurriedly, and a backward leap avoided the blade, and where he changed hands, it was still a selfless sword.

The sword is like weaving, and the sword light carries a phantom, and it is connected into a sword net and goes straight to the body of Dongyingren.

Black and red, like good but not evil.

Yun Liumingliang's eyes flashed, and he shouted softly: "It's a good time!"

He jumped over the two entourage, and also chose not to retreat, but to advance, facing Xuan Ming's sword blade. Ye Yang has been abolished, as long as the nosy person in front of him is abolished, Longquan Sword Village will be at his disposal.

Yun Liuming Liang also performed the same sword drawing technique, but his sword aura was restrained, and when he struck with Xuan Ming's sword, he burst out, breaking through the sword net at the same time, it also brought a pulling force.

Xuan Ming's eyes moved, tightened the hilt of the sword, and performed the wording technique in the selfless sword, fighting with the other party softly.

Each time the sword touches, the speed of the Taiji diagram in the dantian will speed up by one point.

At this moment, Xiang Long and Xuntian came to the front of the hall with a large number of Longquan disciples, and without saying a word, they stepped forward and fought towards the two entourages who had shot at Yun Liuming Liangkong.

For a time, under the chivalrous plaque of the Washing Heart Hall, the battle became a mess.

The black and red Tai Chi turned fast, and Xuan Ming's starry eyes rotated, looming black light.

I only heard him let out a long roar, and his swordsmanship changed again.

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying. ”

The Xuanming sword is like a halberd, thousands of miles longitudinal and horizontal, and the originally feminine and lingering swordsmanship instantly becomes wide open and closed, and the momentum is majestic.

After a few hard sword encounters, he let out another long howl.

"Weijia Hai Nei Xi is returning to his hometown!"

Yan Shan let out a sword roar, the sword qi was on the edge, the single edge was sharper, and Yun Liuming Liang only had time to block in a hurry.

With a clang, the knife broke in response.

Everything that Xuan Ming experienced not long ago was reincarnated by cause and effect on Yun Liumingliang.

At this time, Xuan Ming was holding Yan Shan, and the tip of the sword was less than three inches away from Yun Liumingliang's throat. The winner is decided.

Yun Liuming Liang ignored the tip of the sword in front of his throat, laughed, threw the knife to the ground, and then stopped the two followers. He sneered, "If it weren't for the ancestral casting technique, most of it would have been destroyed when the New Continent invaded. ”

After waiting for a while, seeing that he didn't say any more, Xiang Long waved his hand and motioned for the junior disciples to come up and take the three of them away.

"Ridiculous!"

"Who?"

Without replying, a proud figure suddenly fell from the sky and appeared in front of the door of the Washing Heart Hall.

"Oh, in addition to Shaolin Luohan Boxing, there are actually two starting styles that the old man can't understand. "Although the coming person is middle-aged, he has to send half a hundred, full of vicissitudes, surrounded by Xuan Ming and the three of them, and he doesn't care.

"Father?"

Father, everyone shifted their eyes from the middle-aged man to Yun Liumingliang. At first glance, these two people really look like father and son.

"I made an exception to invite the Ghost Shadow Teacher out, so that you could be arrested after the knife was broken?"

"It's not... I..."

The two of them immediately began to mumble something to each other in neon language, without fear, and Xuan Ming and the others were even more cautious. The middle-aged man in front of him is far more prosperous than the three of them, and the depth of his realm is really unmatched by a single person.

"Ahem. ”

At this time, Ye Yang walked out with the support of the two Longquan disciples.

"Should I call you Yunliu-kun or Fujiwara-kun?"

The wind is still ringing, and the moon is shining.

A nightingale flew by the front of the house as if nothing had happened.