The three words "Yang Xuangan" are heard. Yang Zhao was stunned at first, and then he couldn't help but laugh and cry. A very strange look appeared between his eyebrows and asked, "Yang Xuangan? Who told you that I am Yang Xuangan? Where did you really start?"

Sun Star said coldly: "If you don't know, don't do it yourself. Master Yang, don't try to delay time. Miss Yang is greeted by our other brothers. Now it's the Clay Buddha who crosses the river - it's hard to protect yourself. There is no way to heaven and no way to enter the earth. Just go with us obediently."

Yang Zhao was both angry and funny. His eyes turned around the tiger soul in his hand, and he vaguely guessed that the other party had mistakenly recognized his identity, which was probably related to this peerless fierce sword. He shook his head and sighed: "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, but you really recognized the wrong person. I am not Yang Xuangan. But..."

"It's Yang Yu, right?" Before the King of Henan finished speaking, he was interrupted by Taiyinxing. He mocked him: "I didn't expect that the eldest son of the Yang family was so greedy and afraid of death. In order to avoid hatred, he even wanted the name given by me. Hehe, it was ridiculous."

Yang Zhao was so clear in his heart that the two people in front of him had preconceived ideas and had completely regarded themselves as Yang Xuangan. No matter how they explained it, they would never believe it. What's more, these killers actually killed everyone in the Taoist temple just to deal with him. What they did was cold-blooded and cruel, and it was really tolerant. Who wouldn't bear it? Since that's the case, there was no need to waste talking nonsense anymore. He let out a heavy sigh of "pop" and shouted: "Just think I am Yang Xuangan. So, what do you want?"

Sun Star said impatiently: "Didn't you say it just now? Hurry up and throw down your weapons and surrender. Otherwise, not only will this little bastard die, but even you, Mr. Yang, can't imagine that you can walk out of the gate of this Taoist temple alive today."

Yang Zhao nodded and said in a deep voice: "Okay, then I'll give up the army." He threw his left hand forward, and the tiger soul escaped from the control of the five fingers, and landed on the ground. The landing point was unbiased, just three steps ahead of the Sun Star and the Taiyin Star. The two brothers were happy at the same time. The God of Heavenly Soldiers were extremely precious, and for martial artists, the four words "priceless" were absolutely worthy of their reputation. Even if the Taiyin Star had a cold personality, it could not help but reveal a fierce greed in his eyes. He couldn't wait to step forward and bent down to pick it up.

.Sun Star and him are brothers. Not to mention wealth, even women can share it together. It doesn’t matter who gets the tiger soul. But after all, the temptation contained in the eight characters "Tiger Soul is heavy and the heaven and earth are the emperor" is too great. In an instant, the Sun Star’s throat slid, and the five fingers on the shoulders of Shouke were slightly loose. The body couldn’t help but lean forward, and took a half step under his feet, as if he wanted to grab the tiger soul first. But when things came to an end, he forced himself to stop. Obviously, brotherhood was more important than Hu Po.

The tiger soul is connected with the spirit. After devouring Yang Guang's soul, he has invisibly established a deep relationship with the King of Henan. How could Yang Zhao let anyone touch the tiger soul? In addition, these hunting killers are cruel and cruel, the little prince is even more murderous intent. In the moment of lightning, Qian Yang Gong's pure Yang true energy is urging him to urge him to pinch his left hand into a sword technique and point him in a distance from the air, and shouted quickly: "Get up!"

Before the sound was finished, the tiger soul suddenly jumped away from the ground like an electric shock. The fierce spirit of the war tiger suddenly appeared, and roared angrily, leading the body, turning into a stunning rainbow and flying through the sky. When the thunder was too fast to cover his ears, it suddenly changed. The Taiyin Star never dreamed that there was really such a superb martial art like "Using Qi to Control the Sword". Not to mention resisting and dodging, he had not even figured out what happened. He had been chopped from head to toe by Tiger Soul from head to toe. The two corpses "clicked" to the left and right at the same time, and the smelly blood, together with the internal organs and brain marrow, flowed all over the ground in an instant, making the Sun Star stunned. He subconsciously shouted: "Brother..." The second word was too late to say, and the peerless fierce sword that had not yet been extinguished, was slashed towards him with a sharp sound.

The Sun Star was shocked, and at the critical moment of life and death, he couldn't care about any anger and hatred. He tried his best to leap back, grabbed the hostage in his hand, aimed the little Taoist boy at Hu Po and threw it out, hoping to use this to block the fierce and incoherent slash of the sword, so that he could get more time to escape with two or three fingers. However, at this time, Yang Zhao used his energy to control the sword, and Hu Po was as he wanted, so how could he be more willing to do so?

Yang Xing succeeded in such a despicable trick? The King of Henan's face darkened and shouted angrily: "A despicable thief who is unchanged!" He turned his wrist and his sword fingers and quickly slashed. Hu Po immediately circled half a circle and barely avoided the little Taoist boy and waiter. The red lightning flashed quickly and passed by Sun Star. "Crack~" Where the light sound passed, Sun Star's entire right arm was broken with shoulders, and blood rushed like a fountain. In just a moment, his face turned pale!

Before Xiang Yu raised an army to rebel against Qin, the seven purple thunder attacks were only practiced to the fifth attack, and he was able to use Qi to control the sword and kill the enemy in the air. Today, Yang Zhao practiced Qianyang's martial arts to the ninth perfect realm and achieved the Great Sun Fire Dragon. The powerful and profound true energy was definitely even better than Xiang Yu on that day. Therefore, although it was only a critical moment, he tried to use Qi to control the sword with Qi to control the sword, but he still achieved it overnight and was easily successful. However, this was intentional.

His actions are far less than the eighth tip of the Heart Sword of "Sword Emperor" Nangong Tiexin more than 200 years ago - Kongqing is a master of the God of Swords and uses his heart to control the sword. As long as the thoughts move, the long sword can be as good as the arm and fingers. Therefore, although Hu Po can change direction at will at will in the air, its direction will inevitably deviate slightly. Yang Zhao originally wanted to kill the Sun Star on the spot, but in the end he only cut off one arm and did not compete for the full effort.

But this is not a big deal. The Sun Star body was severely damaged, and was also swept by the fierce aura of the tiger soul. It was both terrified and had no combat power. As long as you go forward and make another knife, you can easily take his life. Yang Zhao took two steps forward, took the little Taoist boy, and put him down casually. He shouted, "Tiger Soul is back." With a move, the red light transformed from the tiger soul turned around and fell back into his palm. The King of Henan looked angry.

Angry, he stepped forward to Sun Star and said angrily: "Shouke is just a child, can you do it? Let the crazy scum of you live for one more day, God doesn't have eyes! Go to hell to reunite with your brother." Hu Po raised his sword and cut it down on his head. However, seeing his life hanging on the line, Sun Star who fell to the ground not only had no fear, but showed ecstasy expressions and shouted: "Master!"

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"Young Master Yang, please show mercy!" At the critical moment, a very magnetic voice suddenly fell from the sky. More than a dozen golden lights broke through the air at the same time, and it turned out to be a sharp and tangible sword energy. The sword energy came with a sharp and fierce momentum, and it had the rampant aura of everything in the world that could not be cut. Yang Zhao exclaimed in a low voice. After all, his injuries had not healed, and he could not use any force in his right hand at all, and he could not raise his palm to block the grid. At that moment, he had no choice but to put away the sword sword first. The tiger soul danced rapidly, and the movement of the "arachi disembarrassing the mountain" was eliminated and beaten, and the sword energy was about to echo and recoil.

The person who shot out the sword aura casually praised: "Okay!" His palms were randomly rolled around, pulling out the surging waves of the surging river, and using water to overcome gold, shaking the sword energy he had produced. The explosion sound of "bang~" was deafening, and the storm was surging four times, bringing stones and sand, covering the vision into blur. Without knowing the details of the enemy, Yang Zhao did not dare to take risks rashly. He waved his sword to protect himself, concentrate his energy and slowly retreated, and was not too busy protecting Shouke to prevent the enemy from taking action against him again.

Shouke, whose shoulder blades were crushed by the Sun Star, was covered in cold sweat on his forehead and his back, was trembling and half-kneeling. He bit his lips, which was already bloodless, staring blankly at the back of the King of Henan who was protecting himself. His expression was extremely strange between his eyebrows. It seemed to be painful, fear, and a bit of indescribable guilt and regret. But it was a pity that Yang Zhao could not see the strange color he showed. At this moment, the King of Henan was devoted to the enemy who had just appeared. But seeing this man grab the Sun Star, and his actions were like lightning, blocking him eight times. Nine acupoints stopped bleeding and relieved the pain. Then he waved his hand and pushed away the smoke and dust, and walked forward slowly. He bowed and said, "I, the leader of the Hunting Clan, Long Twelve, have seen Master Yang."

Just now, Yang Zhao had already realized that the visitor's cultivation was so high that he was chasing the "Evil Queen" and "Evil King", just a little inferior to his master Mahaye. Now he looked at it carefully, but he saw that the man in front of him was about thirty years old and was wearing a purple robe. He was gentle and elegant, and outstanding. Just standing forward like this, he was already the Ancestral Yuezhi, with a great demeanor. The King of Henan was even more wary, but he thought where did such a master come from? It can be seen that the world is so great that it is indeed endless. He must not be self-righteous. He asked in a deep voice: "You are the masters of these two scumbags? Humph, I have never had anything to do with the secret hunting clan, but you have set up traps to harm people so deliberately. What do you want to do?"

Long Shi Er and two disciples who entered the house died and were seriously injured, and the losses were heavy. However, his eyebrows were still faint, and he could not tell at all how happy or angry he was. This deep cunning, strictly speaking, is much more powerful than his martial arts. The king of the hunting clan bowed his hand and said politely: "I heard the rumors in the world recently that there is a saying that it is 'He family jade bi, Yang Gong's treasure house, and you can have one of them, so you can rest assured the world'. Heartfelt words, He family bi are like this.

We are a commoner, so we naturally don’t need it. But the hunting family has a big business, but the business has been in a downturn recently and life is very difficult. I heard that the treasure house of Mr. Yang is full of gold, silver and treasures in his family. I also heard that Mr. Yang has always been generous, so I came here to make friends with Mr. Yang. Unfortunately, the bad disciples are naughty, and offend them. In fact, it is just a misunderstanding. I would like to ask Mr. Yang to be large, so don’t take it to heart.”

"Misunderstanding? There are more than a dozen lives here, but you actually said it was just a misunderstanding?" Yang Zhao was angry and cursed: "The surname of Long, you can even say such shameless words. Do you really think that people in the world are idiots?"

Long Shier smiled slightly and said, "Sincere words, what is the truth, sometimes it is actually insignificant. What is really important is that I am willing to say this, and you are willing to believe it, and you are willing to believe it by the eldest son. Since the eldest son reacts like this, it seems that he is unwilling to give up, right?"

Yang Zhao took a deep breath and suppressed his anger, and said coldly: "Even if I am willing to stop, are you willing to leave? Anyway, in the end, everyone will have to compete with who has a hard fist. These boring nonsense are not necessary to say any more."

Long Shier was so leisurely that he was carrying his hands behind his back. It seemed that he did not mean to take action immediately. He still smiled and said, "Sincere words, Master Yang's words and actions are neat and neat, and he is very frustrating. If I were not really poor, just relying on the words of the eldest son, I should stop and share the same truth. It's a pity." After a pause, he said, "In fact, money is not a matter of life or death."

If you take it, you only need to spend it worth it, so why bother to be stingy? I heard that Duke Yue had passed away a few days ago, and his forces were also scattered, and it would never be possible to become a climate. The eldest son and Sister Ling are now wandering in the world, and they are in danger of keeping the secret of Gong Yang's treasure house. What's the use of taking out the treasure house and making more friends in the world. In this way, when you make a comeback in the future, you will become a general without soldiers."

Long Twelve said the words, and every word he said was reasonable. He couldn't help but be convinced by the listeners. If Yang Zhao was not Yang Zhao, but the real overlord of the rebirth, he might have been moved by him. But now the leader of the hunting clan had made a mistake in the person he spoke. So he was so skillful that he put all the words into scattered water, without any effect at all. The King of Henan said coldly: "What a beautiful word, but in the end, you are actually just coveting the treasures of Yang Gong's treasure house. Don't say that I don't know any treasure house at all. Even if I know, I would rather feed those things to the dog, and it would never be cheap for you, those who are careless and inhumane cold-blooded killers!"
Chapter completed!