These dozen people had two old men, with chicken skin and crane hair, and their eyes were muddy. They were only about seventy or eighty years old. They were wearing light brown robes, each holding a four-foot-long carved wooden box with one hand in hand. They looked trembling and worried that they would fall down in the next second.

The young people are young in their twenties, both men and women, holding weapons, uniform short swords, and two feet long and seem to have practiced the same kung fu.

As soon as the group of people entered the door, they first saw Xiao Hei, who was as big as a buffalo, lying quietly beside Xiang Yang. Although they were amazed at the strength and magic of the beast, they did not pay much attention. Instead, they turned their attention to the inn and were eating and drinking.

A little girl in a floral wide-sleeved skirt stood timidly behind the two old men, stroking her hands on the wooden box, looking left and right, finally putting her eyes on Xiang Yang and said carefully,

"The second grandpa, the third grandpa, Bikong is the one who warned him. He has a demonic aura on his body, which is very ferocious."

Xiang Yang was originally closing his eyes and concentrating his mind. When the group entered the inn, they also opened their eyes and looked at him. Then they heard the little girl say to the two old men, and a group of people looked at him with malice and murderous thoughts.

"The devil is killed."

Xiang Yang was still guessing the origin of this group of people. A young man was already rushing towards him with a short knife. His body was good and his skills were quite good. At first glance, he was trained by a famous family since childhood, not Wild Fox Zen.

The most powerful thing is this short sword method. The trick is to stab and attack, the risky way, the angle is tricky, and the changes in the later moves cannot be explained in just a few words. It is also very powerful with a unique internal force.

However, he was facing Xiang Yang. The moment the short knife stabbed, he casually tweaked a blonde hair on his shoulder. The length of his fingers was short, and the true energy immediately touched the short knife, piercing the short knife like a steel needle piercing tofu, and the remaining momentum penetrated into the young man's dovetail hole and curled into a ball.

Others only saw a flash of golden light. The young man rushing towards Xiangyang abandoned his sword and screamed, and threw himself on the ground in pain. His methods were amazing. Compared with the counterattack of hard bridges and hard horses, the huge gap between the two can be seen.

Seeing this scene, the boss, who was big and round, also had his pupils shrinking, and with force, he pinched the iron abacus in his hand and made a clear mark.

The short sword is of good quality. Even if it is not as good as the treasure soldiers, it is still the top of ordinary soldiers. It is pierced by a hair thread in Xiang Yang and penetrates into the Jiuwei point and cannot penetrate the body. It has superb skills and is free to retract and release. Its martial arts are so high that it is really unimaginable.

"It's true that he is a demon. Such skills at such an age must be related to the Bone-Transforming Demon Sect. Please give the sword to kill the demon."

The two old men originally looked like they had not woken up, but when they saw Xiang Yang's every move, they easily and freely deal with the juniors of the family they had worked hard to cultivate, they were shocked and dared not take it big. They looked at each other and said.

However, just as the two were about to uncover the wooden box, Xiang Yang had already stretched out the middle finger of his right hand and pointed out a strand of golden silk, silently wrapping it around the wooden box at an extremely fast speed.

With a slight force, a powerful energy like thunder and fire shook the hands of the two old men, and pulled the wooden box closer. With a blink of an eye, the box splashed in the air for two circles, and finally slowly landed on the square table beside Xiang Yang.

This action made the old man and the young people around him stunned. This was a treasure passed down from generation to generation by their Yan family. It was easily taken away by others. Is the ancestors going to be angry to come alive?

The two old men looked blankly at their palms that seemed to have been baked by lightning, and they didn't realize what had just happened.

They are both masters who are acquired and perfect. Their skills are merged with the blue sky in the wooden box. There should be no opponent in the day after day. But that young man actually injured them so easily and took away the blue sky. There is still such a thing in this world? Could it be that the other party has advanced to the innate?

"Good baby, there is an idea to let go of it in the middle of the penetration. I want to see what it is."

Xiang Yang was very curious. He also heard what these people misunderstood. It should be related to the black-haired zombie and the Bone-Don't Transformation Demonic Art. However, since the other party attacked him indiscriminately, he didn't need to be polite.

The thumb pressed the gap in the wooden box, and with a slight internal force, the lid of the wooden box was pushed open, and then a blue blade light shot out from it, rushing straight to Xiangyang's chest, with a speed like a flash of lightning.

The strike was only two feet apart, and the speed of the strike was like lightning, no less than a acquired top master lurking beside Xiang Yang with a thunder attack.

Xiang Yang did not expect such a change, but after undergoing the transformation of the Tian Silkworm, his martial arts were already perfect. The protective energy of the Tianxing star appeared in front of Xiang Yang into a tangible golden air shield. The sword light passed by. Although it was cut through just a little hindering, it also bought time for Xiang Yang.

The golden silk was entangled with the tip of his right finger, and the force of his fingers turned into a soft finger. In conjunction with his extremely magical golden silk, the circles were entangled to weaken the blade's momentum.

Xiang Yang's golden silk is hard and soft, and the power is doubled with the method of turning stones into gold fingering. Even so, with Xiang Yang's current cultivation level, it is still difficult to withstand the stabbing of this sword.

In the end, he used the most hard and unstoppable body to squeeze his right hand with his fingers in the middle, and silently used the method of removing strength and revitalizing strength. He just held up the magical sword light, so that everyone in the hall could see his true face.

This is a long-handled short knife, with green all over the body, straight blade, with broken water texture on it, and the tip of the knife was raised in a curve. It was breathing half a foot of sword light and facing Xiang Yang with a tremor, trembling constantly. The murderous intention and even stimulating the entire inn were filled with a sense of terror, as if the knife was not aimed at Xiang Yang, but himself.

"God, God, God's weapon?"

The person who spoke was the inn owner with his eyes wide open, his mouth was not straightforward and his hands were trembling, which was even more shocking than seeing Xiang Yang's martial arts.

His martial arts and knowledge all show that he is definitely not an ordinary person, but now no one cares about his origin, just because everyone's eyes are focused on this blue knife.

The magic weapon is indeed a magic weapon, because even the most powerful treasure weapon in the world can be more powerful than the sword. It is impossible for the amazing spirituality of the treasure weapon, and it is even more impossible for the sword to be released and killed without others.

The difference between the magical weapons far exceeds the ordinary treasures is that they already have spirituality and soul on them. With these, it is not impossible to regard them as a living life.

At this time, Xiang Yang had his fingers clamped with the Blue Sky Divine Sword, and there were cold sweat on his forehead. The fingers of a pair of brave soldiers were scratched by the edge of the unparalleled divine sword, but no blood oozed out.

Because he was closest, he could truly sense the terrifying part of this Blue Sky God Sword.

The magnificent and huge sharp sword energy is nothing. The sword intent contained in it can split the dark clouds, making the blue sky clear of the sword intent truly powerful.

Xiang Yang suddenly understood something. The material of this blue-air sword is ordinary and even inferior among the first-class magic weapons, but it is amazingly spiritual.

His first master must be a master of swordsmanship. He practiced his own sword intent day and night before he cultivated his spirituality and promoted it to a magic weapon.

Although his military tourmaline sword is only one word different from the Blue Sky God Sword, it is no different from scrap copper and rotten iron.
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