Little did they know that Zangjian had deep roots in love, how could it be cut off with just a few words?
Leng Wushuang was about to say something else, but a voice interrupted her.
"Feng Yi is here!"
There is a phoenix in the sword cage.
Xia Yuan took advantage of this gap to change into the groom's official attire.
When Ah Tuo witnessed Feng Yi stepping down from the red sedan chair, a voice in his heart told him.
Ah Zuo, it’s time for you to let go of everything.
Inadvertently, a murderous aura filled the air.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Ah Ruo.
I thought to myself, "Are these two brothers going to cause trouble like that?"
The gazes of Leng Wushuang and Zangjian also shifted to Ah Tuo.
But this murderous aura went away as quickly as it came.
In the past five years, Ah Ruo, who has tasted the warmth and ups and downs of the world, has long been able to control his own personality freely.
Even though he usually doesn't deal with Zangjian, at critical moments, he can still distinguish the important from the important.
"Oh? That's Ah Ruo. Have his muscles recovered?"
There was a hint of fear in Xia Yuan's eyes.
Ah Ru's meridians were indirectly caused by him.
Xia Yuan knew A-Zuo's character very clearly. He even knew A-Zuo's crush on Fengyi.
"The murderous aura just now came and went so quickly that it is impossible to tell, but it is certain that it has not fully recovered. Otherwise, how could he be so calm with his character as the murderous sword god Ah Tuo?"
A guard explained.
"Not necessarily. In ten years, people will always grow, right?"
Fengyi just glanced at Ah Tuo in the crowd.
"Yes! Time smooths everything out."
"Xia Yuan, since Fengyi is here, you should give us a reason, right? Why are the nine of us gathered together and bringing such a master with us?"
Hiding the sword, my heart is restless.
Yang Feng, who was not far away from Zangjian, couldn't help but shake his head when he saw Zangjian's character.
"Young Master Yang..."
"You all prepare yourselves, I'm going to take action."
After speaking, Yang Feng left his original position.
Capturing Xia Yuan and asking about his father's whereabouts was the purpose of Yang Feng's trip.
Jiang Tian, Jiang Yu and the other four looked at each other, then nodded.
"Zangjian, ten years have passed, and your temper has become impatient."
There was no emotion in Xia Yuan's voice, making it unclear whether Xia Yuan was angry because of Zang Jian's words.
"If it's for the purpose of immortality, I, A Tuo, can tell you responsibly that I don't have it!"
Ah Zuo has completely ignored Fengyi's existence, because as a killing god, he does not need emotions.
Emotions only affect how quickly he draws his sword.
"Haha! If that's the case, then Xia will open the skylight and speak frankly. I specially invited a few of you this time because I want to use your swordsmanship inheritance to watch for a few days. I wonder how many of you are willing to give up?"
"As expected, it is for the inheritance of swordsmanship. If I pass it on to you, can we leave?"
A man in a black mysterious robe spoke.
"I'm afraid not. I need a few people to share their experiences and insights over the years, so..."
Xia Yuan hasn't finished speaking yet.
A rough voice interrupted him.
"Brother Yang Zhong, is it because of this that your house was confiscated?"
Looking for the source of the sound, he saw a middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples, simple clothes, and an air of immortality.
"Wu Qiankun, are you not dead yet?"
Xia Yuan had people invade the Wugang Mountains.
The fifty-six-year-old Wu Qiankun was still alive, which was beyond his expectation.
"Thanks to the Holy Spirit, I, Wu Qiankun, am still alive."
When saying this, Wu Gan
There was a hint of anger in Kun's voice.
"Brother Wu, you also know what happened back then. Brother Yang is extremely talented, and I can't bear it, but..."
"Okay, I'm not here to listen to you today. I won't pass on the swordsmanship to you. As for the insights and experiences, I'll leave it to you in the next life!"
Wu Qiankun behaved very strongly.
"Oh, do other people mean the same thing?"
Xia Yuan turned his attention to the remaining seven people.
"Xia Yuan, let's settle all the old and new grudges between you and me today!"
Aru is very stubborn.
"If you want to hide your sword skills, step over my corpse."
"I don't know how to use frost swordsmanship with both hands!"
Bai Ye, Lin Mu, Ru Xi, and others also expressed their opinions.
"Do it!"
Xia Yuan whispered.
The emperor's residence was both inside and outside, whether it was the Royal Forest Army or the Imperial Guard, the emperor's residence was completely impenetrable inside and outside.
"Don't spare a mosquito."
The scene became chaotic.
Yang Feng didn't know when he appeared behind Xia Yuan, controlled the flying sword, and bullied him.
"Who dares to move!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's attention was focused.
"Who are you?"
Xia Yuan's voice was trembling. He couldn't detect the extent of the opponent's swordsmanship and even when he appeared next to him.
"I am the person you have been dreaming of killing."
Yang Feng said unhurriedly.
"Yang An, you are the son of Yang Zhong, Yang An? No wonder I said, why is the secret of immortality not in Yang Zhong? It turned out to be entrusted to you."
When Yang Feng heard this, he snorted coldly, his eyes filled with contempt.
The art of immortality?
Left to him by his father? How funny!
"Everyone, please leave me alone. Kill him and seize the art of immortality."
"Xia Yuan, do you think I am unprepared? If I had known you would have laid a dragnet and told you that my army would be here soon, I will ask you one last time, where is my father?"
Father?
After hearing Yang Feng's question, everyone held their breath again.
Yang Zhong is not dead?
You must know that more than 20 years have passed since Yang Zhong's house was ransacked.
Xia Yuan's face was gloomy.
"Give me the art of immortality, and I might let you and your son die a quick death."
Even though Yang Feng had two flying swords pressed against his neck, there was still no fear on Xia Yuan's face.
"Xiao An, why are you here?"
"Let's go together and kill these bastards. It's time for the Great Xia Dynasty to change its dynasty."
Zang Jian and A Tuo came to Yang Feng.
But surrounding them were a group of swordsmen, many of whom were in the ninth realm.
These swordsmen are no better than soldiers in the army. Once they fight, within a short while, they will surrender their lives here.
"Zangjian, Ah Tuo, listen to me and you should retreat first. My army will come to meet you soon." ap.
Hearing Yang Feng's words, Zangjian understood the meaning of Yang Feng's words.
"What do you want to do? Use your life to protect us? Let me tell you, as long as I hide the sword and survive, you, Yang An, will never have this chance."
"Xia Yuan, let me tell you one last time, let your people retreat, otherwise."
Click!
call out!
Yang Feng controlled the flying sword and left a sword mark on Xia Yuan's arm.
Gurgling blood.
The groom's originally bright red clothes looked even brighter red after being stained with blood.
Xia Yuan gasped in pain.
This grandson's actions were unambiguous.
"Back off!"
"Everyone stand back!"
The swordsmen surrounding them began to move back.
"Hidden sword, you
With your pursuit, destiny still needs you, take Wushuang with you. "
"Xiao An, let them go. I'll stay with you. When I was going down the mountain, the old monk said that my relationship with the world is not over. Even if I go back, he won't accept me. It's better to fight to the end with you."
Ah Tu, who finally recovered his meridians, had long wanted to kill him, but he never had the chance.
"Azuo, listen to me. Don't worry, I won't die. I have a way to leave. If you stay, you won't be able to help me, and you will become a burden to me."
