This sound was so close that it was just a short distance away.

With the strength of Huangfu Yunyan's innate master, he was approached so far and could not notice it.

You can imagine how strong the person comes.

What's more, she was so familiar with this voice!

With a swish.

A cold light flashed, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed.

Huangfu Yunyan turned around and pulled Mr. Huo back a few meters away.

His face was full of surprise and defense.

There is still a lingering sense of tension between the eyebrows.

I saw that a middle-aged man dressed in ancient costume appeared at some point not far behind her.

The middle-aged man looked at Huangfu Yunyan lightly and jumped away like a frightened rabbit, with his hands behind him.

"Xiaoyan, after a while, have you forgotten the rules in the clan? When you see your clan uncle, you not only do not kneel down and salute, but instead hold a sword to face each other?"

He said slowly.

A playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"In addition, you and four of you came to this mundane wasteland at the same time, why are you the only one who survived?"

"One person survives alone and still holds a sword toward the uncle of the clan. Could it be that you have the intention to rebel?"

The man said, slowly walking towards Huangfu Yunyan.

"You should be very clear about how the clan dealt with traitors..."

Hearing the man's words, the uneasiness on Huangfu Yunyan's face became more and more obvious, and her silver teeth were clenched.

The sword in his hand was tighter, as if he was facing a great enemy.

"Why? I've made great progress after coming out and want to fight with my elders?"

A cold murderous intent is hidden in the sound of a smile.

At this time, Huangfu Yunyan's pretty face was frosted and silent.

Because all the quibbling means nothing.

The way is different, and we do not plan for each other.

A traitor's title has already explained everything.

"The rebels will be punished, Xiaoyan, I will take you back to the clan and accept punishment."

While speaking, the middle-aged man approached Huangfu Yunyan step by step.

Hands are always carried behind you.

A calm smile appeared on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man was floating in front of him.

He poked out a palm casually, with a leisurely demeanor and an understatement.

But it gives people the feeling of being erratic and lively and unchanging.

The palm shadow is ethereal and hazy, and the reality is endless, making people unable to defend against.

The waved palm shadow crossed a flawless track in the air.

Like an antelope hanging on its horns, no trace, and like spring - dreams coming and going, as if there is or nothing.

Although the palm is silent, it has a captivating power.

Listen to the thunder in silence.

At this moment, Huangfu Yunyan's eyes narrowed and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Facing this vague palm, she ignored it.

He was like a swallow returning to the forest, rushing straight to the shadows between his palms.

This method of not advancing but retreating made the middle-aged man slightly stunned.

At this moment, the shadow of the palm swinged hit Huangfu Yunyan's chest firmly.

The palm came out silently, but it was still silent when it fell on the body.

But the gentle force contained in the palm of your palm is straight through the heart.

"Xiaoyan, I didn't expect you to be unable to even catch a move now..."

The middle-aged man chuckled softly, his eyes full of disdain.

Huangfu Yunyan’s way of dealing with it just now was really stupid.

The empty door in front of me was wide open, and I even forgot the minimum avoidance.

The moment the voice sounded, it was the moment when the palm shadow hit him.

The middle-aged man's palm was printed on Huangfu Yunyan's chest.

The moment they were hit, both of them had a moment of staying.

At this moment, a little cold light suddenly appeared.

At the speed of thunder and lightning, it shot away.

The sword light pierced by Huangfu Yunyan was completely gone from the elegant and elegant she used to be.

The skyrocketing cold light exudes unyielding determination and strength.

This move was really unexpected.

The cold light that broke into the sky reflected in the eyes of the middle-aged man.

A contemptuous smile stiffened on the face.

Replaced with it is an incomparable solemnity.

Who would have expected that Huangfu Yunyan had made up his mind to die together at the beginning of the fight.

I would rather be hit by a palm for my life than to win the gap in the line and use this killing move that will be with the enemy.

Such a fierce and utterly move is definitely not a family legacy trick of the Huangfu family.

It abandons the cleverness and elegance of all changes in moves, and is extremely concise and sharp.

This move is intended to exchange life for life and injuries for injuries.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man was shocked.

That little cold light came towards the throat.

When he was unable to speak, he patted his other hand gently in front of him.

The rapid and thunderous cold light suddenly deviated.

At the same time, the middle-aged man's figure was floating, like a catkin flying, and he retreated lightly several meters away.

After Huangfu Yunyan stabbed the sword, his body was hit by the other party with a palm.

The two of them retreated, and one flew backwards and fell to the ground in dejection.

Another one is chic, light and agile.

In just a moment, the winner has been decided.

Huangfu Yunyan fell heavily on the yellow sand, and blood rushed in his mouth.

Three-foot green eyebrows came out of their hands.

A significant collapse appeared in the chest of the middle palm.

The endless palm force breaks the sternum and penetrates the lungs.

Although this injury is not fatal enough for the congenital master, it basically loses its ability to resist.

Looking at the middle-aged man again, a red scar appeared on his neck.

Blood slowly flowed out.

The calmness and calmness of the previous one has long disappeared.

His face was covered with shame and anger.

I was careless just now and almost fell into this little girl's trick.

However, the fierceness of that sword is really shocking.

This kind of bloody courage that is fearless in life and death is rare among the children of the secret realm.

The middle-aged man raised his hand and gently stroked the scars on his neck.

The red wound heals slowly.
To be continued...