Just now, the two of them fought hard for palm power, and one of them did not give in. However, Xiang Yang deliberately controlled his true energy. Otherwise, with his powerful internal strength at this time, Gao Ting would have been beaten to death long ago and would have no chance to take over the Thirteen Palms.

Xiang Yang's purpose is nothing else. Gao Ting is known as the corpse-breaking hand. His palm power is strong and strong, and it has its own unique advantages. The Dragon Subduing Palm is also very strong and fierce. It is a great improvement for Xiang Yang to experience the changes in the opponent's palm.

However, although he intended to give in, it was still difficult to accept in the eyes of others. Gao Ting, a famous corpse-breaking man in the Qingjiang Mansion, died like this? He was beaten to pieces and his body was broken. How high is this man's martial arts?

Some people were timid. Gao Ting, who organized the siege of Xiang Yang, was dead. How could these little shrimps take Xiang Yang down? So the best way is to leave here immediately.

However, if they wanted to leave, Xiang Yang was determined to kill. The temptation of the dragon-subduing palm was great. All they had to pay was to kill their own lives. It was simply too cost-effective.

Stepping on the magical movements, Xiang Yang brushed his hands and burst out with a burst of energy, sending the remaining survivors who had just besieged him to meet the King of Hell.

Then he jumped and stepped on the wall with a few feet high. His legs turned into a shadow of legs all over the sky. The force was induced. The sword was kicked away and the human bones were kicked off. In an instant, more than a dozen people fell backwards, and their heart veins were urged to be broken by the strength of their legs that followed their shadows.

When Xiang Yang was about to kill all the people in one go, his heart suddenly pounded, and his hair stood up all over his body, as if he was aimed at it with a cannon. The dangerous aura was too obvious.

There have been several times this feeling. When martial arts are achieved, they are assassinated by the Lin family assassin and assassinated by the killers of the Zoroastrian Rain Division in the snow. This is a feeling that it can pose a great threat to one's own safety.

Turning slowly, Xiang Yang saw a one-armed middle-aged man sitting in the courtyard drinking tea on the stone bench where Wei Ye was originally located. A black sword on the table was glowing with a light red color, which was the mark of blood.

The middle-aged man was shabby and wrinkled. Although you could vaguely see her handsome and handsome appearance when she was young, she is now like a beggar begging on the roadside.

When he saw that man, he thought it was the hero Yang Guo who had traveled through time at first sight, and he knew that he had admitted his mistake at the second sight. Then Xiang Yang's thoughts frantically turned, and soon he thought of Lin Yuanguang, a miserable man who was cut off his arm by his biological father.

"I heard for a long time that the third master of the Lin family is the most famous master of the Lin family today. What I see now is indeed well-known. Is the third master going to avenge Lin Yuanshan?"

Xiang Yang pressed the qi that was about to move in his body, clenched his fists with both hands, creaked, narrowed his eyes slightly, and spoke.

The man in front of him was indeed very good at martial arts. Not to mention his cultivation level, the unparalleled sword energy bursting from the other party's eyes made his mind sway. The technique of eye sword can be seen through the leopard.

"Of course, but you are a talent, a rare talent, it would be a pity to kill you.

I can give you a chance to surrender to me and drive my Lin family for thirty years. In thirty years, I can let you be free.”

Lin Yuanguang's words made everyone present stunned. Xiang Ji killed the second master of the Lin family. As his younger brother, he actually wanted to subdue this ruthless man. This was too unexpected.

Xiang Yang was also shocked by this statement, but then he realized that this was in line with the practices of some families.

The death is gone. Xiang Yang is so young that he has such martial arts. If he controls it, it may bring greater benefits to the Lin family in time.

Without saying anything, Xiang Yang chuckled, the wall he was stepping on suddenly collapsed, and he was riding on the dust and was just stupid enough to listen to you. Can I beat you and run away?

However, at the first moment of this change, the black sword on the table was held by a wide hand, like a dragon roar, breaking the air, the sword light shone, stabbing the eye, and hitting Xiang Yang.

Inside and outside the courtyard, except for those who have been killed, there are at least twenty or thirty good players left. At this time, they stood there blankly, looking at Sheng Ruohuari's sword light, their minds were completely attracted, and the beautiful sword light was very beautiful.

In their lives, they have never seen such a stunning sword light for decades. The Third Master of the Lin family is indeed the number one master of the Lin family in contemporary times.

Faced with this sword, Xiang Yang, who was retreating rapidly, was also shocked by the sword light. However, the sense of crisis immediately came. Under the bright sword light, there was an extremely sharp sword energy, which was as sharp as a dragon, as if it had spirituality.

Xiang Yang also saw the Lin family's Dragon Sword, which was used by Lin Yuanshan as a reference sword. However, compared with Lin Yuanguang's sword, it is really terrible and has two kinds of sword techniques.

"This is the real strong man. His sword skills are obtained from Youlong, and he can get rid of Youlong and go to the next level. It's wonderful."

At this critical moment, Xiang Yang was still sighing in his heart for Lin Yuanguang's power and praised his sword skills.

He rode the wind and waves under his feet, and the sword energy was bright, but it was still difficult to get close to him. Under the pressure of this sword energy and sword light, Xiang Yang began to realize his potential, and his body skills seemed to be like a god.

For a moment, in the eyes of the onlookers, Xiang Yang seemed to be a banished immortal in the sky, floating around, playing with the dragon. He always passed by the head of the dragon and was about to open his mouth and swallow it without any dust.

"disease"

Lin Yuanguang also showed a look of surprise, but his face turned cold. He held the sword in his left hand and exclaimed a long time in his mouth. The sword energy suddenly accelerated. All the sweeping land was stirred into pieces.

Xiang Yang felt unable to follow this move. His fingers were constantly intensified and he stimulated the sword energy layer by layer. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he landed, but he saw that his cuff was broken and his expression was extremely solemn.

With just one move, Lin Yuanguang actually forced him to such a situation. This man's swordsmanship was terrifying. Wei Ye and others were also very famous, but they were not worthy of carrying shoes for Lin Yuanguang.

"Xiang Yang, I will give you one last chance to join me and give me the power to drive it. In just thirty years, isn't it ten times or a hundred times better than dying under my sword?"

Lin Yuanguang has a one-armed sword, but he has an unparalleled power that is overwhelming in the world, which makes Xiang Yang wonder whether every one-armed hero is awesome? Could it be that his arm is chopped to stimulate people's potential?

He suppressed his distracted thoughts and smiled slightly. Xiang Yang shook his head and did not speak. He just slid a small flying knife from his sleeve and squeezed it into his right hand. It was made of fine iron, three inches and seven minutes long, and the knife was dark and silver.

This is what Xiang Yang has been preparing for since he knew that there was Xiao Li’s flying knife reward in the Tianshu mission, but he didn’t expect it to come in handy today.

Pinching the flying knife, Xiang Yang was loose and full of flaws appeared, and suddenly fell into a strange situation. In the secret realm of Tianhuan, the scene of Nan Xiaoru dying in his arms appeared in front of him again. A depressed aura and a sense of chest tightness remained undispersed. The bits and bits of the carved portraits in the secret realm made a trace of crystal suddenly fall from the corner of his eyes.

Lin Yuanguang originally saw Xiang Yang take out a flying knife, but he felt that the man was in a panic. The flying knife was so open and honest, let alone what role could a mere flying knife play on him?

But when the man looked nostalgic and his eyes were crying, Lin Yuanguang had goose bumps all over his body, and an extremely strange feeling was brewing in his heart.

Danger, danger, never-before-existing sense of death passed through his heart, making him feel like he was facing a great enemy. How could that person give him the feeling of being able to kill himself?
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