"Hiss, I didn't expect your martial arts to be good." Zuo Lengchan felt his wounds burning, but as a man who achieved great things, the pain was still tolerated: "If I hadn't been internally injured, I wouldn't believe you could hurt me."

Yue Buqun snorted, "Hmph, even if you are not injured, it doesn't matter if I die in order to kill you, a person who goes against the morals of the world." Yue Buqun did not forget to win some reputation when he was fighting.

Yang Cong shook his head. If he hadn't known who Yue Buqun was long ago, maybe Yang Cong would have really believed Yue Buqun's words.

"Hmph, I'm just pretending to be false, I know who you are, Zuo Lengchan very well." Zuo Lengchan sneered.

Yue Buqun did not continue talking nonsense with Zuo Lengchan, and the sword in his hand slashed towards Zuo Lengchan again.

Zuo Lengchan directly used his hand to grab Yue Buqun's sword, cut off Yue Buqun's sword with his hand, and then slapped Yue Buqun's abdomen with his palm. Yue Buqun was defeated and was hit by him and took ten steps back.

At this time, Zuo Lengchan was covered in blood all over his body, and the blood in his hand was even more bleeding. It was obvious that his hand was seriously injured by Yue Buqun's sword.

"Haha, I see how you can fight me if you don't have a sword." Zuo Lengchan sneered.

Yue Buqun snorted, "Hmph, you can still kill you without a sword."

Then Yue Buqun threw the broken sword in his hand to the ground, raised his hand and patted Zuo Leng Chan.

Both sides were evenly matched, Zuo Lengchan suffered internal injuries and his skills were greatly reduced, while Yue Buqun was almost fine.

In an instant, the two had fought for dozens of rounds without a winner.

But gradually, under Zuo Lengchan's powerful offensive, Yue Buqun gradually lost.

Zuo Lengchan directly used his Ice Divine Palm, and Yue Buqun couldn't stand it after enduring two palms.

Seeing Zuo Lengchan's third palm approaching, Yue Buqun had no choice but to use the hidden weapon in his cuff.

call out.....

"You are cheating..." Zuo Lengchan covered his neck and opened his eyes wide.

"Hmph, just kill you." Yue Buqun snorted.

Yue Buqun's hidden weapon accidentally hit Zuo Lengchan's throat, which made Zuo Lengchan, who had to resist, instantly turned into a useless person, and was pierced through his throat and could only wait for death slowly.

Suddenly, a flying sword flew out from behind Yue Buqun and stabbed straight into Zuo Lengchan's head, who was not dead, and died directly.

Yue Buqun hurriedly looked behind him, and the flying sword just now was fired by Yang Cong, for what was it?

It’s a point to steal, it’s a waste of money.

"I don't know if Master Yang is..." Yue Buqun asked.

Yang Cong said: "It's nothing, just let him die."

"I'm just thinking about it." Yue Buqun said.

"Okay, there's no now..." Yang Cong was about to speak, but a few silver needles flew from somewhere. Yang Cong didn't notice that someone dared to plot against him, so he didn't pay attention to it.

The flying needle directly collided intimately with the mask on Yang Cong's face.

Bang...

Yang Cong's mask slowly turned into pieces and fell to the ground one by one.

A handsome and beautiful face appears

Everyone looked at Yang Cong's face, because no one had seen Yang Cong's face so far, and they didn't know what Yang Cong looked like. They could only listen to his voice and judge that he was a man.

Yue Buqun looked at Yang Cong and was full of surprise, because looking at Yang Cong's appearance, he was just a man in his twenties, and he was completely inconsistent with his powerful skills.

Master Dingyi’s thoughts are similar to those in Yue Buqun’s mind, and they are all surprised by Yang Cong’s skills that are inconsistent with his age.

Although everyone was surprised, most of them were surprised by her age. The one who was surprised by the most was Yilin. Although she thought the Golden-faced Sword Emperor was familiar with her before, she did not think about Yang Cong (when saving Yilin, Yang Cong did not wear a mask). Moreover, her master had previously denied that the one who saved her was not the Golden-faced Sword Emperor, but now it was the Golden-faced Sword Emperor who saved her.

Yang Cong never expected that he had plotted against someone. He was very angry and wanted to find someone to vent his anger.

"I have heard that the Golden-faced Sword Emperor has great martial arts skills, but I didn't expect that he was just a yellow-haired child." An old man with a strange-shaped wooden stick on his back suddenly appeared and said.

Yang Cong looked at the old man in front of him. This old man rescued Mu Gaofeng from Lin Pingzhi. Originally, he had nothing to do with him to rescue Lin Pingzhi, so he didn't care. However, he never expected that Mu Gaofeng would use a hidden weapon to attack him. It was unbearable. Yang Cong had sentenced Mu Gaofeng to death in his heart and executed it immediately.

He looked at Mu Gaofeng coldly and said, "Since you can be ready to attack me, then you should be ready to die too."

"What, yellow-haired boy, I can't understand what you are saying." Mu Gaofeng smiled, obviously thinking that what Yang Cong said was a joke.

Yang Cong took out the Blood Dragon Sword directly from the item space (the one that killed Zuo Lengchan just now was not a Blood Dragon Sword, but an ordinary sword).

Mu Gaofeng saw Yang Cong take out a blood-red sword out of nowhere. He now felt that what Yang Cong said just now was not a joke, but to be honest, because he felt a sense of fear, a feeling that made him extremely scared.

Yang Cong threw the Blood Dragon Sword into the air, and his two fingers controlled the Blood Dragon Sword in the air in pairs.

"Ten Thousand Swords Punch the Heart"

Yang Cong muttered, as soon as he finished speaking, the Blood Dragon Sword in the sky was divided into two, two, four, and eight............

Gradually, countless blood dragon swords stopped in the air.

Everyone around was shocked by this scene because Yang Cong's move was not something that ordinary people could do.

Mu Gaofeng was now staring at the countless blood-red swords in the sky. He didn't know whether he regretted it or gave up. He felt that he could not escape at all and had given up.

"go"

With Yang Cong's order, countless blood dragon swords rushed straight towards Mu Gaofeng, and Mu Gaofeng stood there blankly.

After a while, Mu Gaofeng was covered with blood dragon swords, his face extremely terrifying.

Yang Cong stretched out his hand and glanced forward. Countless Blood Dragon Swords disappeared, leaving only one Blood Dragon Sword. The Blood Dragon Sword seemed to sense Yang Cong's summoning and flew back to Yang Cong's hand.

With Yang Cong's hand swung, the Blood Dragon Sword was put into the item space by Yang Cong. In Yang Cong's eyes, it may not be much, but in the eyes of others, it is different. It has transformed a sword out of thin air, and it is not an ordinary sword.

Yue Buqun was frightened when he saw the scene just now. If Yang Cong wanted to kill him, it would be impossible to resist. It seems that it would be better not to be an enemy of Yang Cong.
Chapter completed!