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They looked at Wang Xiu, who was asking for a fight, and then at Yan Zhantian who was standing aside.

The crowd was wondering if the Angry Sword Immortal dared to challenge, or if Luo Qingyang would directly come on stage and perform a powerful one-on-one?

Originally, Yan Zhantian was a little scared when he saw Song Yanhui being cut in half so cleanly.

But at this moment, facing the questioning eyes of these melon-eating people, Yan Zhantian felt a rush of heat in his head and rushed forward.

There is only one thought left in my mind, damn, I am afraid of a ball!

Before Luo Qingyang could stop him, Yan Zhantian stepped forward with his Qinggong and jumped directly towards Wang Xiu.

"Good come!"

Wang Xiu laughed loudly.

A gun flower flickered in the spear in his hand, and then the spear shot towards Yan Zhantian like a swimming dragon.

Yan Zhantian swung the broad sword in his hand, swung away the spear with one blow, and then hurriedly stepped forward, hoping to catch Wang Xiu off guard.

But if Wang Xiu was really that weak, he would not be worthy of becoming the ace that Su Chen had cultivated for so long.

As a spear user, Wang Xiu had already practiced how to deal with being approached.

I saw a change in the movement of his hand, and the spear in his hand became three pieces again, but this time the three pieces of the spear were connected by iron chains.

The spear instantly turned into a set of three-section sticks in Wang Xiu's hands.

Wang Xiu raised his three-section stick to block Yan Zhantian's broad sword attack.

What followed was an extremely tense hand-to-hand fight. It must be said that Yan Zhantian was indeed much stronger than Song Yanhui. At this time, he faced Wang Xiu for dozens of rounds without any sign of weakness.

But this kind of dominant scene felt very familiar to the melon-eaters on the side.

Song Yanhui originally had the same advantage, but was suddenly killed by the opponent with a knife.

Thinking of this, even their cheers were stuck in their throats, and they didn't dare to say anything, for fear that if they raised the flag, Yan Zhantian would die as well.

But Yan Zhantian was actually at the end of his strength. His attack was fierce, but lacked stamina. What Yan Zhantian was good at was killing his opponents quickly without any delay. However, Wang Xiu, who was opposite him, had a long aura and steady moves. He was like a As slippery as a turtle shell.

Yan Zhantian's aura has begun to show flaws.

Wang Xiu is very good at seizing opportunities.

The spear in his hand that was originally blocked was thrown out and flew past Yan Zhantian's face.

After the spear left his hand, it quickly gathered in mid-air. Just when Yan Zhantian thought that Wang Xiu's lack of weapon was an opportunity, a loud shout suddenly sounded behind him.

"careful!"

A sound broke through the air suddenly, but Yan Zhantian had no time to react.

His pupils shrank, and the spear came out of his body at high speed.

Then it fell back into Wang Xiu's hands with blood stains on it.

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Chapter 259 Luo Qingyang is seriously injured and escapes [Please order the full version, please customize]

Yan Zhantian had a fist-sized bloody hole in his chest, and he slowly fell to the ground with a look of disbelief.

At this point, a generation of unparalleled city lords and a generation of famous Wrath Sword Immortal died in Shuiyuan Villa.

Not far away, Luo Qingyang was watching the battle with his pupils narrowed, and he rushed over with a long sword in hand.

He wants to try to get Yan Zhantian back.

If the other party really kills two people in front of him, even if he wins in the end, I'm afraid he will lose his master.

There was no way Song Yan could be saved unless he tried to save her. He was cut in half with a knife. Even ten Xin Baicao could not survive.

But although Yan Zhantian's injuries looked serious, if his internal organs were not injured, he still had a chance to survive.

The long sword in Luo Qingyang's hand was sharp and much stronger than that of Yan Zhantian. Wang Xiu, who was suddenly faced with this sudden attack, could only parry.

But Wang Xiu seemed to see the other party's intention.

He stepped back continuously and exited the battle circle.

Luo Qingyang did not pursue him, but grabbed Yan Zhantian's body with one hand and stepped back.

Leave Yan Zhantian to the busy people behind him.

Luo Qingyang looked at the three people not far away with a gloomy expression.

"Guys, isn't it too cruel to attack?"

"Spicy?"

The three of them laughed in unison.

"Isn't it the first day that Gu Jianxian enters the Jianghu? How many people have died in your hands over the years who are not as skilled as others?"

"Or is it that you, the great swordsman, can kill us, but us little characters with no reputation can't?"

Luo Qingyang's face twitched slightly.

Can what you kill be the same as what I kill?A swordsman, a city lord of Wushuang City, beheaded at your request?

"What? Can ordinary Jianghu people die? You so-called sword immortals and city lords can't die?"

At this point, there is actually no need to continue the conversation.

"In that case, I will kill three of you today to maintain my reputation as the invincible swordsman!"

As he spoke, Luo Qingyang took out the sword in his hand and ran straight towards the three of them.

Li Mang and Wang Xiu made a tacit exit, leaving the stage to Mu Liangyue.

Mu Liangyue, who looked both male and female, smiled slightly, and countless embroidery needles flew out of her hands.

Mu Liangyue was actually a rare master of using hidden weapons.

Dang dang dang dang...

Mu Liangyue's embroidery needle and Luo Qingyang's long sword collided in the air, making a series of dense and long sounds of gold and iron clashing.

The flying momentum of the long sword was restrained, but the number of embroidery needles thrown out by Mu Liangyue continued to increase.

Moreover, these embroidery needles are not simply thrown out with concealed weapons and become useless.

Mu Liangyue was still able to continue to control the embroidery needle in the air. For a moment, Luo Qingyang was directly disarmed, and Mu Liangyue's embroidery needle was still flying around him.

Fortunately, Luo Qingyang's body skills were good and he was not injured while dodging.

But if Mu Liangyue gave him a chance to recall the sword, he would not be considered a master.

Seeing Luo Qingyang trying to distance himself, Mu Liangyue's figure suddenly looked like a ghost, and flew towards Luo Qingyang with a flurry of punches.

Luo Qingyang was about to raise his hand to resist, but saw several silver needles exposed from the seam of Mu Liangyue's hand.

Immediately, I was horrified. Who knows if there is toxin on this silver needle? If it is a quenching poison, Luo Qingyang will have to keep using his internal energy to resist it, and then he will be even more passive.

So Luo Qingyang quickly adapted to the situation and suddenly lowered his waist, assuming the posture of an iron bridge.

Although Mu Liangyue's punch missed, fortunately, it stopped Luo Qingyang's tendency to retreat.

Seeing Luo Qingyang duck down to avoid his punch, Mu Liangyue's beautiful eyes showed a cunning look.

There was wind under his feet, and he kicked Luo Qingyang in the waist.

But as a master of hidden weapons with thorns all over his body, how could Mu Liangyue have no other preparations?

A piece of dagger popped out from the bottom of his boot. If this kick was solid, Luo Qingyang might not be able to fight anymore.

But fortunately, Luo Qingyang had rich experience in actual combat. With his sharp eyes and quick hands, he saw the dagger between the shoes. When he fell, he spun around in a posture that extremely violated the rules of physics.

The whole figure was like a cunning carp, rolling far away in one stroke.

To be honest, it was ugly and embarrassing, but among Mu Liangyue's numerous attacks, Luo Qingyang was indeed not injured at all.

"You are strong."

Mu Liangyue spoke to Luo Qingyang.

"But next, I have to be serious. Be careful with this move!"

As he spoke, Mu Liangyue's whole body's energy surged, and countless tiny silver needles flew out from his cuffs, entrenching themselves around him like a swimming dragon.

When Luo Qingyang saw this scene, his pupils shrank instantly.

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Where did this monster come from?

The strongest person of this generation in the Tang Sect can control up to thirty or fifty hidden weapons, which is pretty good.

He has at least tens of thousands of silver needles, and all of them can actually control flight?

However, Mu Liangyue obviously had no intention of giving him more time to think, and the swimming dragon composed of silver needles rushed towards Luo Qingyang.

Naturally, Luo Qingyang didn't want to sit still and wait for death. He used the strongest sword in his life, and his whole body was filled with sword intent. He was like a peerless lone sword, and he rushed towards the Silver Needle Dragon.

But the next scene happened that made Luo Qingyang's eyes almost pop out.

The swimming dragons that were originally gathered together suddenly separated and scattered into countless silver needles, densely covering the entire sky.

This undoubtedly reduced the lethality, but Luo Qingyang's original idea of ​​destroying the silver needle was also in vain.

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His strongest sword struck directly into the air, and countless trees at the foot of the mountain were instantly damaged.

But the ten thousand silver needles controlled by Mu Liangyue were heading straight for Luo Qingyang.

The world-famous Lone Sword Immortal only had two words in his mind at this time: monster.

There was only one thought left in his mind.

That is to escape.