I have a sword in my head

Yang Youchang!

It is said that this is not his original name. Now it is estimated that he has forgotten his original name, and others don't know it.

It is said that many, many years ago, there was a generation of evil people "Yin impermanence".

Yang Youchang thought that the best and fastest way to become famous was to kill Yin impermanence, so he changed his name to Yang Youchang.

Yin is impermanent, Yang is constant, one Yin and one Yang, none, obviously tit for tat.

Three months after Yang Youchang announced the news of challenging Yin impermanence to the world, Yin impermanence appeared.

Two people fight, no third person sees.

But Yang Youchang is still alive, and lives so well. Although no one saw the results of the war, we can think that Yang Youchang won and Yin impermanence lost.

When a master fights, winning means living, and losing means losing.

Now after so many years, Yang Youchang's reputation has become more prominent and has been listed as one of the strongest in the world.

But Yang Chang is now famous not only because of his unfathomable strength, but also because of the black killing group.

Yang Youchang is the leader of the black killing regiment.

"He's just normal." Looking at the rapid and windy figure, dongxiaodong shouted, "my father painted their portraits when he told me about the top strong in the world, so I know him."

"The best in the world?"

Fang Haoran looked at the top of the world and said, "it's the one who has frowned?"

He could see that Yang's constant cultivation was only the eight fold of heaven and man, and it was still at the initial level of the eight fold of heaven and man.

With such strength, Fang Haotian is already one of the top powers in the world. Fang Haotian has greater confidence in the aoqiong sword sect against Shangguan Wu.

Yang has a regular body shape of huaiwu, and his beard is actually red. Coupled with his image of carrying a big knife, he looks very powerful and brave: "yellow haired boy who doesn't know life and death, how dare you kill my people?"

"In my eyes, killing you is like killing a dog. The person who killed you is nothing great, isn't it?"

Fang Haotian smiled and looked at Yang Youchang.

"Die!"

Yang you is often more angry.

He swept the world for countless years, and the black killing group has become a famous and fearless existence for people all over the world.

Especially in recent years, who knows that the person they offend is Yang Youchang or the black killing group, doesn't try every means to give all their property, cry for their parents to kneel down and beg for mercy, and even some people can be scared to death directly?

But now the Yellow haired boy said to his face that killing him was like killing a dog. Yang often felt that it would be a shame for him if he let the boy die with less than 100 knives.

Boom!

Yang you often pulls out the knife behind him, and then holds the handle tightly with both hands.

The eight strong people in heaven and human environment are also a murderer. They kill countless people. They had a great reputation many years ago. As he shook his hands, an indescribable arrogance appeared.

Dongxiaodong feels suffocated.

Liu Zhi's eyebrows were slightly pointed, and she suddenly had a few more expectations in the depths of her eyes.

She believed that if Yang Youchang could kill Fang Haotian, she would be able to recover her freedom.

But the expectation is not warm.

At this time, Yang Youchang's strength erupted and his fierce flame was towering, but Liu Zhimei felt that he was not Fang Haotian's opponent.

Boom!

The knife in Yang Youchang's hand is cut out.

What a domineering and ferocious blade!

"Big leader, cut him off."

The sun in the eyes of the black killing group is often a God. At this time, they are excited that the hateful yellow haired boy must be cut in half by a knife.

Buzz!

Almost at the same time, Fang Haotian's sword was also cut out. He replaced the sword with the sword and cut the blade with the sword.

The sword replaces the sword, but the momentum instantly surpasses Yang.

Yang Youchang's cutting is domineering and ferocious, and the blade is like an avalanche.

Fang Haotian's cutting is like the collapse of Taigu mountains and the pouring of sea water.

The chopping knife collided with the chopping sword in an instant.

Bang!

The loud noise shook the earth.

Then the sword light suddenly soared and often cut to the sun.

Yang Youchang's face changed dramatically, his body shape flashed and changed again and again.

When the sword light disappeared, Yang Youchang stopped.

I saw Yang Youchang. At this time, the blood dyed half of his body red, gasped heavily, and his face was pale. The blood flowed down and dyed the big knife in his hand red.

The red blood drops down the blade to the ground

On the other side, Fang Haotian looked as usual.

Seeing this scene, the face of the black killing group immediately turned into horror.

Dongxiaodong was more excited, and Liu Zhimei sighed secretly.

"Big leader of the black killing regiment, but so!"

Fang Haotian raised his sword again, his body shape flashed slightly and disappeared in situ.

Yang Youchang's face changes again, gritting his teeth and lifting his head.

At the next moment, when dongxiaodong, Liu Zhimei and the black killing group saw Fang Haotian's figure, they crossed from Yang Youchang and passed by Yang Youchang.

At this time, Yang Youchang's knife was only half raised.

Half, just half. Yang Youchang never had a chance to lift the knife completely.

Yang Youchang looked down. There was a circle of blood gushing around his waist.

His eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that he was beheaded in person.

He has been around for countless years. The regiment Changyang of the invincible black killing regiment has often been killed by a yellow haired boy of unknown origin?

Yang Youchang really couldn't believe it, but he didn't believe it until the wheel came.

"Big boss."

The people of the black killing regiment are completely ignorant!

Liu Zhimei opened her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound.

Obviously, this young and powerful man named Fang Haotian is still above her imagination and estimation.

This is really unfathomable.

She became more frightened and her confidence in shangguanwu became weaker and weaker.

Dongxiaodong's eyes were full of wonder. She felt that the big brother who suddenly appeared was really an immortal. It was really an immortal sent by heaven to help her.

If you are not an immortal, how can you be so young and have such strong strength?

"Kill and avenge the big leader."

There was a roar and a startling movement.

The black kill group is crazy!

For a long time, Yang has always been their heaven, their confidence to dominate the world, their support for tyranny and their God.

Now someone actually killed Yang Youchang, which simply wiped out the most important thing in their life, so they were angry and crazy.

Those who know that they can kill Yang are strong and unstoppable. They can't compete at all, but they still rush up and work hard.

Liu Zhimei was also afraid of the reputation of the black killing group before, because these people were really cruel and terrible. Anyone who got into trouble was a nightmare.

But now she looked at the crazy black murderer. She suddenly couldn't see any ferocity and horror. At this time, only four words suddenly floated in her mind.

a flying moth darts into the fire!

"You follow."

Fang Haotian said softly.

Dongxiaodong has regarded Fang Haotian as a God and obeyed his words. He naturally follows Fang Haotian closely.

Liu Zhimei will not disobey because she is under control.

Fang Haotian walked slowly in front. His long sword was flying in his hand. Every sword light was a blood shadow, and there would be less life in the world.

Although he moved forward, there was always a sword behind him, which was inexplicably shocked and shocked by Liu Zhimei. Appear and kill all the black group people who try to attack from behind.

One sword in front and one sword in the back, killing a path of blood.

When Fang Haotian took dongxiaodong and them out of the village, no one in the village could live as long as he was over three years old.

This is a terrible massacre, and there are almost no old, children, women and children left.

But Fang Haotian Hun didn't care.

Because the people in this village have really been brainwashed since childhood. He doesn't know how many three-year-old children stabbed him.

Anyway, no matter how big or small he is, he will kill anyone who shoots at him.

Of course, he killed those who looked too old to move.

Because these old immortals, those children over the age of three who are still completely ignorant, will certainly be trained as murderers in the future.

"What a heavy heart to kill..."

Liu Zhimei became silent since she left the village of the black killing group.

She witnessed the terrible of the young man.

……

Aoqiong mountain range is named after aoqiong sword sect.

Looking at the ups and downs of the mountains in the East, I was a little excited and sad.

Excited, she will return to aoqiong sword sect for revenge with the help of immortal brother.

What's sad and angry is that even if shangguanwu is dead, her dead parents, senior brothers, junior sisters and elders who love her can't come back to life.

"I will avenge you."

Fang Haotian saw dongxiaodong's excitement and indignation and said.

Dongxiaodong nodded heavily.

"Huh?"

Fang Haotian's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled slightly, then took dongxiaodong and flew into the mountains, and soon fell in a valley.

In the valley, there are at least hundreds of newly dead bodies, either complete or incomplete.

In the valley, there is a strong smell of blood.

“……！”

Looking at these bodies, Dong Xiaodong trembled all over.

These bodies are all disciples of aoqiong sword sect.

"Sixth senior brother, sixth senior brother..."

Dongxiaodong burst into tears and fell down next to the body of a middle-aged man whose limbs had been cut off.

Fang Haotian sighed gently, glanced at these corpses, and then walked to the valley after looking at Liu Zhimei.

"Put it down, put me down."

The trembling voice sounded from behind Liu Zhimei.

Third aunt Hu finally woke up, but waking up at this time may not be a good thing for her, because when she opened her eyes, she saw the bodies of her own sword sect disciples.

Liu Zhimei put Hu Sangu down.

Hu Sangu staggered forward, looking here and there. Finally, she walked to dongxiaodong and couldn't stand anymore. She fell and sat down beside dongxiaodong.

"Third martial aunt."

Dongxiaodong lay on Hu Sangu's thigh and cried bitterly.

"Shangguanwu..."

Hu Sangu was also sad and inexplicable. She gently stroked dongxiaodong's head with her hands, and her eyes were full of tears.

At this time, Fang Haotian went deep into the valley and saw an inverted sword.

He brought here not because he found a large number of corpses of aoqiong sword sect disciples, but because of this inverted sword.

This is not a peerless sword. It can only be regarded as a good refined steel sword.

What can attract Fang Haotian is that there are words on the sword.

"Fang Haotian, kill Shangguan Wu. This is your first assessment."

Fang Haotian looked at the words on the sword and breathed a sigh of relief.

The guide finally appeared!