Yan Xiong's figure floated in the air, like a reincarnated god or devil. The clouds surrounding him flowed from time to time, like a giant black dragon circling around him.
"I never thought I could fight with a master of top-level skills before I die. I have no regrets in life!"
After seeing Yan Xiong's intimidating ferocity, the old man finally stopped talking about keeping Yan Xiong, and instead an excited smile appeared on his face.
"Red Blade, come!"
He called out softly.
Zheng...
The sound of a knife was heard, and a stone pillar next to it suddenly shook violently, and cracks began to appear.
Snap…
As a stone fell to the ground, a blood-red long knife flew out from the stone pillar.
The long knife flew out, spun around the hall, and fell directly into the old man's hands.
As the long sword came into his hand, the old man's energy and spirit suddenly changed.
Unconsciously, his back straightened and his old face was becoming younger at a speed visibly visible to the naked eye.
After a few breaths, a bald middle-aged man of medium build and slightly handsome face replaced the old man who was about to close his eyes.
The bald man just stood there, and an astonishing sword intent rushed straight into the sky.
Clang... Clang...
All the swords in Yang Mansion began to tremble at this moment, as if they were about to fly out, but finally, as if they lacked the power, they all fell silent.
The bald man gently wiped the bloody long knife in his hand.
"Hey man, please accompany me for the last time!"
Buzz…
As if it heard his voice, the blood knife actually made a tremor.
"My name is Yang Xuanming. You may not know me, but you must have heard of my brother Yang Xuance!
The name of this sword is Blood Blade. My brother and I searched all over the place for divine iron to forge it, hoping to create a magical weapon.
Unfortunately, it is tangible but not meaningful, so it is always a little bit lacking.
Today, I will fight you with it.
If you win, you can take the blood knife and you can also take this blood blade away.
However, if I win, you can take the blood knife, but you can't do anything to my Yang family!"
Yang Xuanming looked at Yan Xiong and said.
Yan Xiong narrowed his eyes and suddenly smiled, "Why should I agree to you? You are just a dying man! No matter whether I win or lose, I can take everything here. Why should I agree to your rude request?"
Hearing this, Yang Xuanming frowned and glanced at the suppressed blood knife.
Even though the Blood Knife can suck human blood like the Blood-sucking Sword, the Blood Knife is not an evil weapon. Instead, it is a very righteous divine weapon.
The owners of the Blood Knife in all generations were people of upright character, including the Blood Knife ancestor.
This is also the reason why, even though the Blood Demon was obviously better than the Blood Knife Patriarch, their masters gave the Blood Knife to the Blood Knife Patriarch.
It was not their master who chose the Blood Knife Ancestor, but the Blood Knife that chose him.
According to Yang Xuanming's idea, since Yan Xiong could be recognized by Blood Knife, he should be a man of upright character.
But looking at Yan Xiong now, he is not an upright person at all. He is clearly a complete and ruthless person.
"Heh..., you are probably wondering why Blood Knife helped me!
As the saying goes, those who are involved in the matter are often the most confused. Your Yang family thought that hiding the blood knife here was to choose a master for it.
But you may have forgotten that it is a magical weapon. It has been passed down for many years and it already has a spirit.
To have spirit is to have wisdom.
Do you think there is any wise person who would be willing to be sealed in this dark stone pillar all day long
Although the divine creature roared on its own, it did so voluntarily.
You are imprisoning it now, what do you think it will do when it finds out that I have the opportunity to take it out?"
Yan Xiong was not in a hurry to end the battle quickly at this time.
Although the lesson that the villain died because of talking too much reminded him that he should have acted earlier, but you have to admit, it feels really good to show off as a big boss.
Of course, the reason for this is also because he is no longer afraid of anyone in Songyao City.
"Been taught a lesson!"
Yang Xuanming was silent for a moment and replied softly.
Then, he looked up at Yan Xiong, his eyes gradually becoming sharp, "In that case! Let's fight!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he slashed out with his sword.
Zheng...
The sound of a sword rang out, and a blood-red sword ten feet long suddenly slashed out.
"Kill, kill all the evildoers in the world!"
It seems like someone is whispering in the dark.
"It is indeed a bloody battle in all directions! Yang Xuanming, if you hand over the bloody battle in all directions secret book, I can promise not to annihilate your entire Yang family!
otherwise… "
The blade light was extremely bright. With one strike, the roof of the entire ancestral hall was instantly split into two. The blade light, with its endless sharpness, slashed straight at Yan Xiong.
Seeing this powerful sword technique, Yan Xiong's eyes lit up and he rushed straight into the sky under the influence of the strong wind.
He spoke in a low voice while he was in the air.
"You better break my sword first!"
A murderous voice sounded, and Yang Xuanming's dazzling sword light chased out.
"snort!"
Yan Xiong snorted coldly, and the strong wind suddenly stopped. He floated in the air, with his true energy flowing between his hands. The frost, black clouds and strong wind became more violent.
"die!"
He exhaled his true energy, and the Three Points of Guiyuan Qi in his hand flew out instantly.
Boom…
The flying ball of water grew larger and larger in the air, and in a blink of an eye it became a ball of water nearly ten feet in size.
The figure in the water became clearer and clearer. The figure looked like Yan Xiong and let out a silent roar.
boom…
The collision of the blood-red sword light and the water mass was like the might of heaven descending to the earth, and the entire Songyao City was filled with rumbling sounds.
Invisible ripples spread out, and the houses near the entire Yang Family Ancestral Hall instantly turned into ruins.
After the roar, two figures appeared in the eyes of everyone who could see the sky above Yang Mansion.
A bald man in tattered clothes slung a bloody long sword across his shoulder.
A young man in brocade clothes stood with his hands behind his back. The three huge gods and demons in the sky had stood behind him at some point, stirring the black clouds as if they were dancing an ancient dance.
"Mobei is really going to change. More and more masters are appearing out of nowhere..."
On the street, a thin old man who was rushing to Yang's house looked at the two people in the sky and murmured.
"You guys retreat and immediately pass on the news to the sect, saying that two fifth-grade masters have appeared in Songyao. Both of them are already at the late fifth-grade to the peak, and one of them seems to be from the Blood Knife Sect!"
He turned around and gave some instructions, and fiery red energy emerged from his body, carrying him up into the sky.
"My friend, the evil demons of the Blood Knife Sect are to be killed by everyone. I am here to help you!"
Rising up, his rolling waves of sound began to spread.
Yan Xiong turned around and looked at him, then took a look at the true energy in his body.
Yan Xiong had already recognized this true qi. This true qi was the true qi of the elder of the Shahai Sect who fought with Lu Renjia yesterday.
I think this thin old man is the fifth-rank elder.
"Thank you! I have some grudges with him, we can sort it out between ourselves!"
Yan Xiong's indifferent voice came over, and at the same time, a faint murderous intent began to float towards him.
There is a bloody knife in the Yang Family Ancestral Hall right under his feet. How could Yan Xiong let this guy come over
That hint of murderous intent was a warning to him if he didn't listen.
He is just an injured fifth-grade soldier. Maybe he has no choice but to kill him to silence him.
The thin old man naturally felt the murderous intent. His brows frowned, but eventually they relaxed. He landed and stood on the top of a building, looking at the two people in the air.
"Grandfather..."
On the street outside the Yang family's house, Yang Zhentian looked at the figure in the air with a shocked expression.
His expression kept changing, and then he led his men towards the ancestral hall.
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