"Haha, you are so eager to know my identity, are you trying to be a fool?" Liang Yan laughed and said, "That's right, not only Hanshi and Lilong, but also your own son will die tonight.

Under my sword, if you don't know my identity, I'm afraid you won't be able to rest in peace until you die, right?"

"you!"

Old Monster Yang Yan roared angrily, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

In fact, it was okay when Liang Yan talked about "Han Shi" and "Li Long". Although these two people were his right-hand men, they were not related by blood. But when Liang Yan talked about his "biological son", Old Monster Yang Yan

There was still a hint of real anger.

Although this son is his most useless one and has never looked at him in the eyes, after all, he is his own blood, how can he allow others to harm him?

What Liang Yan wanted was this momentary fluctuation in his mood.

When experts compete, especially when two people are equally matched, if one of them has the slightest fluctuation in his guilty conscience, it will immediately give his opponent an opportunity to take advantage of him. Just now, Old Monster Yang Yan's mood fluctuations at that moment have revealed several clues.

Tiny flaws.

Liang Yan was waiting for this moment. He didn't hesitate at all. He immediately raised his hand and saw three sword lights, divided into purple, silver and black, piercing the bright night sky and slashing towards the opposite side from different angles.

The red-bearded old man.

Old Monster Yang Yan's pupils shrank. He was so angry just now that his own energy was exposed and his opponent found a flaw. Now the three flying swords are each slashing towards the place where he must save him. Even this person at the peak of the golden elixir

Even the great demon dare not be careless in the slightest.

He waved his hands like lightning and blocked a white jade plate in front of him. The precious light circulated on the jade plate, and white rainbows flew out from it. They were then controlled by the hands of old monster Yang Yan to resist Liang Yan's flying attacks.

Attack with sword.

The two of them hit each other quickly, and suddenly dozens of moves were passed in mid-air.

Liang Yan had the upper hand, but his attack was even more merciless. Three sword lights flew around, surrounded by black sword lotuses, and thunder and lightning piercing the sky. During this period, there were also silver-white swords that came and went without a trace.

Mang, really pushed the three sword intents to the extreme.

After fighting for a while, Old Monster Yang Yan felt chest tightness, shortness of breath, and suffocation. Since he cultivated the golden elixir, except for the battle more than ten years ago, he has never suffered such a big loss.

"How awesome is this guy! When did such a sword cultivator appear in Nanchui Land!"

Old Monster Yang Yan thought to himself, but his body shape did not stop changing at all. Just as the three flying swords alternated with each other, the red-haired and red-bearded old man suddenly turned around in mid-air.
Chapter completed!