People are in the rivers and lakes, playing the role of Xiongba

Chapter 107
"It's still the same sentence, before I die, it is what I desire most to fight against an opponent like you.

So, come up with all your strength! "

Yang Xuanming glanced at the thin old man over there, then ignored him.

Although the other party regarded him as a member of the Blood Sword Sect.

But so what, for a dying person like him, it doesn't matter whether he is wrong or not.

Right now, he just wants to play a serious game.

"You go ahead, I'll follow!"

Yan Xiong looked calm.

After all, three-point return to vitality is only an inner strength method, and his real unique skills are basically in several other martial arts.

Therefore, he is not afraid of Yang Xuanming.

Even if the opponent knows how to fight bloody swords, he is not afraid.

He has never been afraid of anyone than his unique skills.

"Then let's fight!"

Yang Xuanming let out a low growl, the blood blade slashed continuously, and a huge knife over ten feet suddenly appeared behind him.

"cut!"

With a loud shout, the giant knife behind him instantly slashed straight down towards Yan Xiong.

"Kill, kill all the betrayers in the world!"

The low murmur sounded like it was ringing in my ears.

The giant knife pierced the sky, making the creaking sound of breaking the air.

"God... wind... anger... roar..."

Facing the giant knife that was slashing, Yan Xiong looked a little solemn, stepped back with his left foot, and kicked out with his right foot.

call……

With one kick, the wind howled.

He didn't stop, and with his left foot as the fulcrum, he suddenly spun up.

Kick your right leg out into the air.

Invisibly, the gust of wind is getting stronger and stronger.

In a few breaths, a huge tornado formed under him.

The tornado extended from the ground, rolling up countless broken bricks and tiles.

The originally invisible wind, mixed with many debris, suddenly turned into a tornado that everyone could see.

"go……"

The tornado that seemed to be able to sweep everything collided with the giant knife in an instant.

A doomsday scene of a pair of red giant knives colliding with a violent tornado suddenly appeared in the sky above the entire Yang Mansion.

Countless broken bricks and tiles soared in the sky, and fell down from time to time, hitting the nearby streets, and cracks appeared suddenly.

This scene is very similar to the legendary battle of gods and demons.

At the same time, under the tornado and the giant sword, Yan Xiong and Yang Xuanming also began to face each other.

bang bang bang...

The sound of violent fighting came from the indistinct tornado.

"Is that human being?"

In the city, someone muttered to himself after seeing this scene.

On the top of an inn, Shiwu looked at the two figures who looked like gods and demons in the world, his eyes were scorching and dazzling.

"I must, must become a master like the gang leader, I want to be invincible all over the world..."

"Father, our choice is indeed correct, Senior Yan is really a heavenly man!"

Xu Fu, looking at the two people fighting in the air, Xu Sheng cried out excitedly.

……

"Grandfather has made a move, Sha Haizong will definitely find us, the Yang family can't stay longer, I want to take away the blood knife, and I want to rebuild the family!"

Yang Zhentian, who was the closest to the battlefield in Yang Mansion, quickly headed for the ancestral hall.

"Humph! Courting death!"

Just as Yang Zhentian approached, Yan Xiong, who was entangled with Yang Xuanming in the storm, suddenly let out a cold snort, and punched Yang Zhentian on the ground.

As soon as he punched out, his true energy manifested, and the sky was filled with frost, forming a fist several feet in size and smashing down.

boom……

It was obviously only Yan Xiong's random blow, but Yang Zhentian didn't have the slightest strength to fight back. In just a moment, he was smashed into meatloaf by that fist.

The fist hit the ground heavily, creating a pothole several feet in size, and then it slowly dissipated, leaving only flesh and blood and icy water on the ground.

"die!"

With a low cry, the tornado and giant sword entangled in the air suddenly changed.

I saw that the tornado seemed to have endless tearing power, tearing the giant knife into countless pieces.

"You are defeated!"

Yan Xiong's voice spread far away.

Accompanied by his voice, a figure shot down from the sky and fell into the still intact ancestral hall.

The person in the air showed his figure, it was Yan Xiong.

He turned around and glanced at the thin old man of Sha Haizong before jumping down and falling into the hall behind the ancestral hall.

"Cough cough cough...cough"

In the hall, a human-shaped pit was still emitting dust, and coughing kept coming from inside.

When he came to the pit, Yan Xiong looked at him, "Where is the secret book of the bloody battle?"

"Don't even think about bloody battles in all directions, cough cough...it will follow our Yang family, cough...disappear forever...hehehe..."

At this time, Yang Xuanming had recovered to the old man with only a few hairs. He opened his mouth and said with a broken smile.

Bloody water was continuously coughed up from its mouth.

"Hmph! There will be bloody battles at the Blood Knife Gate. I will destroy the Blood Knife Gate in the future! This martial art will also fall into my hands!"

Since he didn't say anything, Yan Xiong naturally stopped holding back his hands, and kicked, a piece of broken tile directly fell into Yang Xuanming's throat, finishing him off.

With a move of his hand, the blood blade next to Yang Xuanming was drawn by his true energy, and instantly fell into his hands.

"Good knife!"

When the hand touched it lightly, a bone-piercing chill came from the blade.

Holding the knife, he came to the stone pillar that did not seal the blood knife.

"It's time for you to be born!"

boom……

A punch hit the stone pillar, and the stone pillar quickly condensed frost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"break!"

With another punch, the stone pillar exploded instantly.

Bang...

A crisp sound sounded, Yan Xiong picked up the object, and frowned.

The blood knife turned out to be a long knife full of rust.

"It seems that I am indeed not the master you chose. The reason why you have changed is probably because you foresee that I can bring you out of this stone pillar!"

Glancing at the ordinary blood knife, Yan Xiong muttered to himself.

Although he knew that his hope was not high, Yan Xiong still felt a little disappointed when he found out that he could not control this magical weapon.

But this loss was quickly forgotten by him.

Compared with the Divine Weapon, he directly stepped into the realm of the fifth rank, which is the most gratifying thing.

The benefits brought by this boundary crossing will be unimaginable.

After possessing the strength of the fifth rank, he can directly and comprehensively take the entire border city into his pocket.

Even Sha Haizong dared not object to this.

After all, Sha Haizong only has three fifth grades.

Although they have four masters.

But that kind of old immortal must be hiding in the sect every day.

Therefore, if Yan Xiong occupied the border town, Sha Haizong would never say anything to refute it.

No way, in order to deal with the Xuedaomen, Sha Haizong would pay the price of the border town, and it may not be certain to win him over to deal with the Xuedaomen.

……

Stepping out of the ancestral hall, there was already a person waiting outside.

That person is the thin old man of Sha Haizong.

"Tuo Hai, Grand Master of Xiasha Sea, dare to ask your honor and name, what sect and sect do you come from?"

Seeing Yan Xiong come out, the thin old man first reported the name of his family, and then asked politely.

"Shacheng, the world will meet Yanxiong!"

Yan Xiong directly opened his mouth and declared his name.

"Sand City?"

That teacher Tuohai frowned when he heard the words, maybe he didn't react.

It took him a while to remember the name Shacheng Tianxiahui.

Immediately looked at a loss.

"Your Excellency is Yan Xiong, the guild leader of the Tianxiahui? But you are not a rank eight..."

He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but the surprise in his tone was already evident.

……

Jianghu Small Theater:
According to legend, the martial arts practiced by He Liancheng is the Jushen Jue, and ancient rumors say that this martial arts was practiced by the ancient gods.

(End of this chapter)