Prison Yang?

The expressions of the crowd were different.

The battle in Mulin Mansion lasted only a few days, and someone might have learned the news, but it was obvious that everyone present did not receive the news.

However, no matter whether you know or not, just looking at the moment of this person's appearance, no one dares to underestimate it.

"It's him..."

Yu Changjing recognized the person and felt even more incredible.

A few months ago, he passed by Mulin Mansion and saw a young master crossing the river. He was both swords and arrows, and beheaded the head of the Liu family, who had been famous for many years and even more breakthroughs.

At that time, he could see clearly that this young man was strong, but his internal energy was thin, and when he really fought, he might not be much stronger than himself.

But now, it is more than several times stronger than that time?

"Six Gates Yang Yu?"

Jia Qing held the long sword tightly at his waist, narrowed his eyes, and thoughts were rolling around, as if he remembered such a person.

In his impression, Yang Yu was just a small character in the Liushumen of Qingzhou.

But this person...

"Yang Yu? He is Yang Yu?!"

Luo Lie's pupils shrank, and murderous intent and fear appeared in his heart.

"Amitabha."

Avoid sex and put your hands together, your face moved, and your heart was filled with joy and surprise.

Donor Yang is stronger than before...

The summer wind blows the corners of the clothes.

"I stayed for a long time? It seems that I came just right."

After scanning everyone, Yang Yu knew it.

This group of fierce bandits really dared to come outside Qingzhou City to be presumptuous, and they didn't know the purpose of their visit to this refugee town.

No matter how stupid a person is, he will never dare to face the thousands of divine arm crossbows in Qingzhou City.

Huh!

Looking at the young man slowly stepping out of the smoke and dust, under the dim light of the night, the crowd felt a little coolness in their hearts, and then turned into a cold wave, which was completely cold.

That is unconcealed murderous intent.

"No matter who you are! Pretend to be a god and kill!"

Feeling the unconcealed murderous intent of the visitor, and seeing the aura of a group of subordinates fall, Jia Qing felt a little in his heart.

boom!

It was like a thunderbolt exploding, and the ground exploded.

Draw the sword and kill.

This sword is extremely sharp.

Having seen Yang Yu's amazing archery technique, his move was a killer. His inner energy was swelling, his blood was on his face, and his sword light was swallowed and spitting, and he could not let him shoot an arrow!

"kill!"

As soon as Jia Qing took action, Changliu and a group of bandits responded. They were used to licking blood from the knife, so how could they care who was coming?

After fear, tyranny and anger became even more intense.

What you do is beheading, how can you be afraid or cringe?

Strong and firm ~

The sound of swords and swords was heard, and the Jinyiwei came to his senses. They raised their swords and attacked the violent bandits.

For a moment, the killing spirit was enormous.

Only sect masters such as Yu Changjing also made moves, but did not move forward, but retreated without a trace. Their attention was attracted by Jia Qing's sword.

Jia Qing, born in a noble family, was sent to Zhujian Villa to learn martial arts when he was young, but when he was young, his family was in trouble and his parents, relatives and friends were tragically killed.

In a rage, he killed Shangguan in the city and became a bandit.

He traveled to the three states for decades, killed countless people, and his swordsmanship was extremely famous. Before his debut in Jilongshan, he was the most famous enemy in Qingzhou.

This sword demonstrates its powerful strength for decades.

As the smoke and dust swelled, a ray of shocking fog cut through the air. It was dozens of feet in an instant, and the sword was silent, as if even the sound of a sonic boom was left far behind.

Only the sword light sucked and sucked and cut through the thread, which seemed like a vacuum, slowly dissipated.

This is one sword, and more than one sword.

As the sword light sucked and spitted, thousands of cold lights evolved, like stars falling, all over the world, scattered, but in an orderly manner.

It is not a simple sword light that pierces straight, but a sword formation that can only be used by one person if it is several or even dozens of people!

Any little cold light is not a false move, but also a false move.

The real killer move is hidden in it, implying a killing, but it is not revealed, and there is no trace to be found.

The masters watching the game were all cold and felt that they were in the opposite direction. Facing this sword, they could only avoid the key points and exchange injuries for giving.

when!

However, the next moment, all the sword lights in the sky disappeared.

The hearts of the crowd were thundering, and they saw a straight knife stabbing out, not much or less, but it happened to hit the tip of Jia Qing's sword.

"Um?!"

Jia Qing's pupils shrank, and he felt like a sword stabbing on the mountain. The surging inner breathing sword light was instantly swallowed and crushed, and the trembling sword almost bent down.

"Good sword technique..."

Yu Yang pushed the long knife with one hand, his eyes were very bright.

Even through the many swords and swords that subdued the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss in the Sky Sea Realm, this sword is still quite good in his eyes.

But it's just not bad.

The seven-level sword circle divided by the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword, any sword technique urged by a sword is even better than this sword.

It is not the level of swordsmanship.

It is the difference between flesh and blood and flying swords without any constraints.

People urge swords, even if the sword technique is so exquisite, it is ultimately limited by human body. There is no antelope hanging on the horns of flying swords, and there is no trace to be found.

After the trial of the Seven Star Dragon Abyss, although he used more swords, his sword skills were much better than the great enemy in front of him.

"good?!"

Hearing the sound of praise in his ears, Jia Qing was furious. As he thought, the curved sword was already holding his head up like a curled dragon.

Immediately, as he turned around, the sword light moved with him, and it also turned rapidly, just like a poisonous dragon exposed by fangs, swallowing the enemy opposite.

"The sword technique is good..."

The sword light slashed down again, but Yang Yu still remained motionless. He just turned his wrist and the sword light soared into the sky and then hanged down, like the moonlight drifting and mercury pouring into the ground.

In an instant, the sword light that had been slashed was completely submerged like a river tide:

"The person who uses it is average."

boom!

boom!

There was a loud bang that ran through the night.

Innumerable mud, sand, soil and rocks soared into the sky in an instant, and the surging air waves exploded, slapped in layers and slapped in all directions.

With one knife, it was like a thunder exploded.

This is not only the explosion of the internal qi gale wind, but also the explosion of pure power that exceeds the limits of ordinary people and reaches the extreme!

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Accompanied by a sour sound of metal and iron friction.

Jia Qinghua leaned back, and his whole body staggered back like a thunderbolt. The wave of air that could be seen in the naked eye exploded around him, and his clothes were cracked inch by inch.

This knife was like a mountain pressing down.

There was no sword light or sword energy, but the simple power of explosion caused his expression to change drastically.

A figure couldn't help but think of in my heart.

A mouthful of blood was squirted out with an angry roar:

"The four symbols are not?!"
To be continued...