Zhou Yang hurriedly collected his mind, his body subconsciously tightened, and at the same time he felt secretly in his heart, and he had long felt that "Mr. Ding" had actually noticed himself.

The other party was like a river with deep still water, so calm that it almost made people feel his presence.

The handsome face that was originally without any flaws, now there are a few traces of time that cannot be concealed. However, under the thick eyebrows, there are a pair of eyes that are as bright as gems, with flying eyes, and a broad forehead that shows wisdom beyond ordinary people. There is a silence that is hidden in the quietness.

When the two of them had just contacted their eyes, Zhou Yang felt uneasy that he could not hide anything from each other.

The man called "Mr. Ding" has long white hair, but his uniform and graceful body shape and Yuanting Yuezhi's body shape don't feel that he is a bit old. Instead, his body is full of intimidating and unattainable temperament. He must be an arrogant top expert.

Zhou Yang originally planned to take the little emperor back immediately, but gave up rushing out from Ximen, but found that his feet seemed to have roots and did not dare to move at all.

At this time, the man with steel cone asked Mr. Ding again and said, "Why don't you go and inform General Guo first and ask him to send additional personnel?"

The white-haired man said in a plain tone: "You guys retreat first!"

The steel-cone man dared not disobey at all and obediently led the soldiers away.

Only then did Zhou Yang realize that the master of this master turned out to be Guo Si's man. No wonder he looked like he was fearless. It turned out that such a powerful person had been hidden. It was not until the day he decided to meet Li Jue's weapon that his true strength was finally revealed.

After the others left, the white-haired man turned around, still carrying his hands on his back. The cloth clothes on his body blew slightly under the night wind. Suddenly, his eyes were shining with divine light, covering Zhou Yang, and shouted sternly: "I won't come out yet!"

Zhou Yang only felt that there was no part inside and outside the body that could be hidden from this person. He was as if he was naked, exposed to the cold wind and snow. He could not disobey his shouts at all, so he could only walk out of the darkness obediently.

This is the first time he has truly felt the style of a master in history.

The two stood under the moonlight of Ximen, and their hair color and age were almost exactly the same.

To be more precise, it should be that the other party looks similar to Ding Xiao. Zhou Yang is still disguised, and countless suspicions flashed through his heart. If Ding Xiao was Ding Xiao, he would be at least in his eighties now, but judging from his appearance, in addition to his hair color, he looks like a middle-aged man in his forties.

Could it be that he is Ding Xiao’s son or something?

The white-haired man looked at Zhou Yang a few times and said carelessly: "You are very brave! You must be a person with real materials, but you're a little confused."

Zhou Yang thought for a while and couldn't help asking, "I can't understand what my senior meant."

The white-haired man looked up at the night sky, and his tone was always contemptuous in his speech, as proud as if he was looking at the whole world as if nothing was left, and said, "Think about it yourself."

Zhou Yang looked at the tiger roaring spear in his hand and his master Ding Xiao, who looked like this, and was more or less related to the white-haired man in front of him.

More than fifty years ago, Ding Xiao had reached the realm of swordsmanship and became the number one master in the entire Western Regions.

Thinking of this, he finally suddenly said: "It turns out that the senior is referring to the iron spear on his hands, which is not the same as the one he looks like, right?"

The white-haired man sighed as if he hadn't heard it, "I thought I, Ding, only lost once in my life. The taste is really wonderful when I think about it. I wonder if the third-generation owner of this iron gun can make Ding taste that feeling again?"

Even if Zhou Yang was stupid, he understood that the white-haired man standing in front of him should be the legendary Ding Xiao. Judging from his tone, this battle seemed inevitable.

"If you can take my three moves and never die, Ding can guarantee that Ximen will be unobstructed." The white-haired man stood motionless in front of Ximen and said calmly, "How?"

"What did you say?" Zhou Yang said in a lost voice.

This man was so arrogant and said just now that he wanted to taste the feeling of defeat, but now he said something like "I'm not dead in three moves". Obviously, he believed that he was still not worthy of being the master of the iron spear.

No matter whether the other party says is true or false, all obstacles must be removed, otherwise everything you do in Chang'an will be equivalent to being wasted all previous efforts.

Zhou Yang no longer hesitated, slapped the gun bar hard, reached out and grabbed it. With a "tent", the tiger roared the iron spear sounded excited and trembling as if it came to life, and the stars fell from the sky.

"Very good!" The white-haired man stretched out his hand and grabbed it from the air.

A glimmer of light flashed, and a long sword popped out from somewhere, as if it was pulled by an invisible rope, and it fell into the palm of his hand without any fault.

Zhou Yang felt that the other person and the sword were a whole that was integrated, making people feel that no matter how far he attacked him from any angle, it was futile, and the feeling was subtle and hard to describe.

In the midst of lightning, gun shadows fell.

The tiger roared and the iron spear came through the air, and the wonderful images were everywhere, constantly changing in the air about two feet.

However, when the gun blade and the sword edge touched the first time at the interweaving point, Zhou Yang suddenly realized that his all-out attack was like a joke in front of him.

The white-haired man's long sword was just a little casual, completely dispelling all attacks, and accurately reassembled the heavy gun shadows into one.

The long sword shook gently, and Zhou Yang's iron spear and the person seemed to be stopped in the air, and suddenly bounced back, rolling back more than ten feet away on the ground, raising a piece of dust.

The white-haired man hid his hands back behind him, and the sword disappeared.

Zhou Yang looked at the other party in disbelief and recalled the moment just now with lingering fear.

"It seems that the iron gun has not yet chosen you." The white-haired man turned his back to him.

"Old guy, stop talking nonsense!" Zhou Yang got up from the ground unwillingly, but he knew in his heart that he would definitely not be able to beat the other party, so he took advantage of the language as much as possible, hoping to affect the other party's mentality.

The white-haired man was unmoved, looking down at the common people alone like a snow eagle in the dark.

Zhou Yang bounced up the iron spear from the ground, swung a wave of dust, and rushed towards him without any warning, trying to break the other party's contemplation, the iron spear only took the most common attack in the middle.

However, the white-haired man had such a sharp eye that he immediately realized that the offensive had changed from simplicity to traditional.

This seemingly uninnovative blow can actually come from any angle of the drill, which is exactly the opposite of the last time.

The white-haired man closed his eyes, his long hair fluttered and flowing with the night wind, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was feeling the coolness of this autumn night, but he did not take Zhou Yang's tiger-like attack to his heart, and let the iron spear hit his chest.

He did not move his feet, but his body leaned slightly to the side.

There was no movement in both hands. When both sides approached, they thought Zhou Yang had shot through the other party's body with a shot, but in fact he did not hurt at all.

Then, just as time stopped, they stopped in front of the west gate.

Zhou Yang's pupils suddenly shrank, and he felt the bloody throat. He opened his mouth and spit out a bloody arrow. His feet were kneeling weakly on the ground, unable to exert any strength on his body.

"I have given you two chances, boy." The white-haired man half opened his eyes, his voice was low and stressed, "Ding is going to take action."

It turned out that he had never really taken action. In fact, three moves were just one move.

Zhou Yang endured the pain of the broken ribs at some point and supported himself with an iron gun.

The white-haired man finally stretched out his hands from behind and swung a circle in the air. The long sword immediately appeared in his hand. However, he did not take a step forward and pointed his sword at Zhou Yang about half a meter away, and said coldly: "Remember this sword tonight. If you can live without death, you can be ranked among the top experts in the future."

Zhou Yang clearly watched the sword slowly stab at him, but he could not feel any substance at all. He only felt that the other party's sword energy was so powerful that it enveloped him tightly, so that he could not move at all.

"stop!"

The little emperor who had been hiding in the dark finally couldn't bear to witness Zhou Yang's blood splashing on the spot, so he gritted his teeth and rushed out, shouting: "I'm going to stop!"

The white-haired man's gentle eyelashes moved slightly, but the long sword in his hand did not change any changes. He just stabbed it out so simply. The man and the sword passed through Zhou Yang's body at the same time, and finally hid the double back behind him, turned his back to the west gate, and walked slowly towards the street.

Zhou Yang's fist slid down the gun, and knelt on the ground again, and a ball of blood gushed out of his left chest.

The little emperor held back the crying, rushed over and supported him, shouting in dismay: "Brother!"

Zhou Yang's lips trembled, but his hands were holding the iron spear tightly. It was not because he still had the strength, but because his five fingers were so stiff that they could not be loosened. He could not say a word for a while. He could only let blood flow through his clothes from his body, constantly illuminating.

"I'll carry you."

The little emperor carried his arm on his shoulders and left Ximen with difficulty.

Fortunately, everyone was removed by the white-haired man just now, but now the two of them can only be dragged back to the house, and they are in a defeat.

I don’t know how long I walked, but Zhou Yang felt a blank in his mind. This was the second time he had tasted the taste of death since he jumped into the river. But this time it seemed that he was closer to the gates of hell, rather than waking up after some illusions in his mind.

Although I can't think, my consciousness is still there, and I know that there is a child dragging me hard.

The little emperor kept sweating from his forehead. If it weren't for the support of his belief in seeing Xiaoyao as soon as possible, he would have given up exhausted at this time.

"when……"

The tiger roared the iron spear fell to the ground like scrap iron. The two fell down in a collapse, but the ground was still covered with blood, and it was dragged and printed from Ximen to this point.
Chapter completed!