In the entire palace, there was a murderous aura in an instant.

The moment the meteor hammer in the hand of General Niu Mang was raised, the whole sky seemed to be dark, as if he had become the only master between heaven and earth, and he struck down towards the original sun, and there seemed to be a whistling sound in the void, bringing up a burning flame.

Yuan Yang sat there and didn't get up.

The other two stared at him intensely, to see what spell he would cast, and what means he would use to deliver the blow.

Yuan Yang was in his hand, and he had an extra cup of small sword in his hand.

At the moment of the meteor hammer, he raised his hand and stabbed out, and the small sword actually stabbed at the meteor hammer.

"Look for death. ”

This is not only Niu Mang's thoughts, but also the momentary thoughts of the yellow-bearded scribe and Ma Po.

"It's looking for death. ”

The moment the little sword touched the sword meteor hammer, the golden light exploded.

A dragon roar soared in the void, and from the tip of the sword, a golden light surged out, like a dragon. The meteor hammer that came down like a blast with the might of heaven and earth actually stopped in an instant.

The golden light surged, spiraling directly along the meteor hammer, like a dragon and a snake, and when it reached his handle, it turned into a huge dragon head and swallowed it towards Niu Mang.

This is not the flesh, but the spirit.

This sword is not a good sword, but a magic sword refined from the killing swords on the battlefield of the past dynasties.

At this moment, Niu Mang seemed to see a real person, and the one in front of him was a real dragon, that kind of vast and domineering, that kind of power, that kind of unstoppable, so that he didn't dare to move, or more precisely, he couldn't move, and his soul seemed to be intimidated.

He didn't even know how long it had been, but when his mind came back, the meteor hammer in his hand had fallen to the ground, and his whole person felt a sense of weakness and powerlessness, only to feel that his spirit and spirit had dispersed, and his cultivation had regressed.

On the other side, Prime Minister Huang Cheng and Granny Ma looked at themselves in surprise, and he suddenly had a sense of loss in his heart, feeling that he seemed to have stayed in this Changbai Mountain for too long, so long that he underestimated the people in the world, and thought that the whole world except for the old immortals was only waiting for himself.

Niu Mang silently turned around and left, not even picking up the meteor hammer from the ground.

Granny Ma next to her turned her head sideways and looked at Yuan Yang with a cold face.

"Is it true that there is no one in our Changbai Mountain?" said Granny Ma in a hissing voice.

"Strange spirits are not human, and wherever I see, there are still human traces. ”

Yuan Yang said unhurriedly.

"Very good, Yanjing is really different, Kyoto in the world, the human beings in it are really powerful, but no matter how powerful they are, they can't tear up the wilderness in this Changbai Mountain. Today I'm going to fight you in a sword fight. ”

Swordsmanship?

Yuan Yang smiled.

"Listen to me. ”

A little light flashed in Granny Ma's pair of snake eyes, and that little bit of light actually penetrated the void, pierced out, and turned into a silver-gray needle in the void.

The art of the needle, in fact, is also a kind of sword, the sword is just a large needle, and the needle is just a small sword. The needle was like a cold light, piercing directly into Yuan Yang's eyes.

A sword stabbed directly in front of his needle, and then with a swirling stroke, the needle fell to the side.

This is the art of Edgeworth. The needle was taken aside, but suddenly a spike drew a graceful solitary line.

A sudden acceleration in one of Edgeworth's changes of direction will catch your opponent off guard.

The needle drew a lonely line and stabbed towards the back of Yuan Yang's head.

However, the little sword accelerated in the same way, stopped in front of the needle, and stabbed at the tip of the needle.

This control power and the subtlety of the sword made Granny Ma feel shocked.

If the thought arises again, then try your Divine Soul strength.

Suddenly, the needle became extremely dignified, and a layer of light appeared on the needle, and the glimmer seemed to be condensed by a mountain shadow.

Needle pricked out.

That condensed breath made the needle look extremely heavy, as if it could pierce a qiē.

And the little sword seemed to realize its consciousness, and it also hung in the void, motionless.

The silver needle suddenly pierced out, like a piercing void. The little sword also moved, stabbing at the small needle.

Silently colliding together, Xiao Yin collided with the tip of the little sword, but there was a feeling of mountains colliding.

"Ding. ”

But with this soft sound, the phantom of a mountain appeared above the small needle in the void, and it was instantly shattered. The small needle flew out upside down, landed on the ground, and jumped for a while before it flew again, and at that moment Granny Ma actually lost control of the silver needle.

Granny Ma's face changed greatly.

However, the yellow-bearded scribe snorted angrily: "Hmph, how can Qingmiao Palace allow you to tear up the wilderness." ”

As his words fell, a little red line of brilliance appeared in the void.

With the appearance of this red line brilliance, the void began to change, the original qiē changed, all disappeared, the tables, chairs, rooms and the strange spirit that turned into a human being, all disappeared, looked up, and a brilliant sun shone down.

"Forbidden. ”

Yuan Yang knew that this was a prohibition, and when he came in before, he knew that the yellow-bearded scribe was not well-intentioned, and although his treachery was well hidden, it couldn't hide it from his eyes.

He also wanted to see what level of cultivation those monks were at in the world after the Nanluo.

......

Outside that room, in another part of the palace, the Yellow Bearded Scribe and Ma Po Po stood there.

"This person really has some ability, and the number one swordsman in Yanjing is not a false rumor. The yellow-bearded scribe said.

Granny Ma next to her screamed, she was obviously still in a bad mood for her defeat. She didn't speak, she turned around and left directly, the snake body on the lower body was swimming on the ground, leaving quickly, in her heart Yuan Yang was already dead.

Even if the old immortal falls into this prohibition, it is impossible to be good.

The Changbai Old Immortal did not leave Changbai Mountain, and at this time he was sitting in the palace watching this qiē, including the previous battle between Yuan Yang and Niu Mang and Ma Po Po.

Next to him sat a man, a young-looking man.

"This Yuan Yang is indeed a human being. The old fairy said.

"It's not just that people are like their names, in our Yanjing, that one is like the sky. The young man said.

"In my case, even the sun is going to let him fall. The old fairy said with a smile.