Fake Chu Liuxiang glared at him, and said angrily: "You are simply looking for death!"

Ye Tianxiang pulled out his long sword, and the eyes of the fake Chu Liuxiang in a cold light were a little unable to open.

A cold light became two, two became four, eight, sixteen, thirty-two......

The entire Hongwu Hall seemed to be filled with the entire cold light.

Those Wudang disciples couldn't open their eyes, they didn't know what was going on with the duel between Ye Tianxiang and the fake Chu Liuxiang.

Wherever the sword qi goes, there will be a loud noise, and the two giant marble pillars in the Hongwu Hall have been hit by the sword qi with several deep traces, and the stones in the entire Hongwu Hall keep falling, and the dust is everywhere, making people feel that this Hongwu Hall will collapse at any time.

Suddenly, both Fake Chu Liuxiang and Ye Tianxiang stopped.

Fake Chu Liuxiang held a fan and stood in the middle of the Hongwu Hall without saying a word. Ye Tianxiang stood opposite the fake Chu Liuxiang, the long sword in his hand pointed at the ground, just like a statue.

Ye Bufan said with difficulty: "Dad, how are you?"

Daoist Tiansong endured the pain and walked to Ye Tianxiang's side, and asked with concern, "City Lord Ye, how are you?"

Ye Tianxiang didn't speak for a long time, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spit out of his mouth, and said, "My Cloud Flying God doesn't need it at all." ”

After the fake Chu Liuxiang finished adjusting his internal breath, he let out a long breath and said: "Ye City Lord's swordsmanship is really exquisite, if you have eighty percent of your skills, you will have to die today." It's just a pity that your skill just now is less than thirty percent. Your flying god outside the clouds will be used. It can also be dealt with under the next. ”

Ye Tianxiang said: "As soon as the flying god outside the clouds came out. Blood will be seen. If the city lord can't be sure that he can kill you, the flying gods outside the clouds will not come out. ”

Fake Chu Liuxiang said: "You are smarter than your son." You know that the Flying God must be hit with one blow, but your son doesn't understand, they think that as long as they use the Flying God of the Clouds, they will definitely be able to kill the other party, but they don't know that this kind of indiscriminate use will not only not kill the other party, but also greatly reduce their skills, if the opponent is a very experienced martial arts master. He can crack the trick of the flying god outside the clouds. ”

Ye Tianxiang coughed twice, spit out a mouthful of blood, and said with difficulty: "It seems that you are also an expert in swords." Your martial arts are very weird, it seems to be similar to Ouyang Chongxiao's martial arts, are you Ouyang Chongxiao's son?"

Fake Chu Liuxiang said: "It doesn't matter who you are, the important thing is that you people are dying." ”

Daoist Tiansong pulled out the long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed at the fake Chu Liuxiang and said, "Let the poor Dao know your tricks." ”

Fake Chu Liuxiang glanced at Daoist Tiansong and said, "Although Daoist's Liangyi Qiankun swordsmanship is very powerful, it is much inferior to the flying gods outside the clouds. Now the Taoist is seriously injured again, in this case. If you make a move with the Taoist in Xia, I'm afraid it will make people say that you take advantage of the Taoist in Xia, but it's better to do this, if the Taoist can defeat Pang San, he will naturally have a few moves with the Taoist in Xia. ”

Daoist Tiansong glared at the fake Chu Liuxiang angrily and said, "It's too much of a deception!"

Pang San was already standing in the middle of the Hongwu Palace, he clenched the fist in his hand with a "gurgling" sound, and said, "Dao Chief, please!"

Tiansong Daoist twisted the sword, a murderous aura overflowed from the sword, and as soon as the sword was raised, only to hear a person behind Tiansong Daoist say: "Slow down!"

Daoist Tiansong glanced back at the little Taoist priest who was speaking, and said, "Ling Yang, why are you here?"

Ling Yang was a Taoist priest with clear eyebrows, he held a sword in his hand, walked up to the Tiansong Daoist, and said, "Master, please take a seat." Why bother to deal with these rats?"

Tiansong Daoist knows Ling Yang's martial arts best, Ling Yang dared to call those people rats, it can be seen that he is extremely arrogant, but Tiansong's heart is still very happy, after all, at this time, the person who can come out to say a word, there is no second one in Wudang.

Tiansong Dao Chang sighed and said: "Ling Yang, go back quickly, just know that you have this heart for the teacher, if you are strong, Wudang is afraid that there will be no successor." ”

Ling Yang said solemnly: "If there is no more Wudang Mountain, what successor do you need? ”

Daoist Tiansong wanted to cry excitedly: "You have this heart, and you are very touched by the teacher." ”

Pang San looked at Ling Yang coldly and said, "If you want to live and die with Wudang, you can! ”

Ling Yang walked in front of Pang San, turned to Tiansong and said, "Master, please sit on the chair of the head of the Hongwu Hall and watch the disciple fight Pang San." ”

Daoist Tiansong instructed: "Ling Yang, be careful, if it doesn't work, you can withdraw first." ”

With the support of a small Taoist priest, the Taoist of Tiansong sat on the chair of the head of Wudang.

I don't know how long this chair can sit on the head of the Tenmatsu Road, that chair is a symbol of power, and it is something that many people want to sit on.

Ling Yang pulled out the sword in his hand, looked at Pang San's beard, and said, "Silly big man, I don't like the beard on your face, can you shave the beard on your face first?"

Pang San didn't even see the head of Tiansong, how could he be interested in a little Taoist priest in Wudang Mountain?

Pang San lowered his head, glanced at Ling Yang, and said, "You really don't know how thick the sky is, let you know how powerful your Pang San Ye is today." ”

Ling Yang looked at Pang San's beard and said, "Poor Dao said that your beard is not good-looking, you have to shave it, didn't you hear it?"

Pang San laughed and said: "You Pang Sanye heard it, what can you do to me? My beard can grow as long as I like, I have the ability, you shaved my beard?"

After Pang San finished saying those few words, Ling Yang's sword suddenly struck, and the sword light flashed in front of Pang San, and the sword returned to Ling Yang's scabbard.

Ling Yang's movements were simply faster than lightning, and before Pang San could react, the beard on his face had already been shaved off by the sword.

Pang San touched his mouth in surprise and said, "Ah! my beard, my beard is gone." ”

Ling Yang said: "The beard is gone, it can grow again, if your nose or eyes are gone, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to grow exactly the same again." ”

Ling Yang angrily swung his fist at Ling Yang's nose.

Ling Yang's body didn't move, and he also stretched out a fist, and that fist was against Pang San's fist.

Pang San's fist was twice as big as Ling Yang's, and the strength was also greater than Ling Yang's, but when the two fists were together, Pang San was actually beaten out thirty zhang.

Pang San's body flew out of the gate of the Hongwu Hall and landed on an ancient pine. (To be continued......)