Nine Yang Sword Saint

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The oriental ice Ling was trembled, and the beautiful face was suddenly white. From small to large, she was regarded as a fairy. She had never been so insulted, and almost a blood was sprayed.

"And you, Zhu Hongxue?" Ximen nowhere glared at the oriental ice rim around Zhu Hongxue: "Oriental ice is a fiancé, you are wrapped around every day, what do you want to do? Not only that, you are the first youth Master, Yangdingtian just passed the enlightenment. You hurt him with a killer? Do you have any ulterior motives?"

I wish the red snow cold and cold, and even dismissed the explanation.

The Oriental Ice Ling took a long breath and then raised his cocky chin. The cold road: "The West Gate Lord is really sharp, then I want to ask a few things, please answer."

"Please!" West Gate has no way.

"The first question, my father is the world's first master, is it a high degree of cultivation? Is the eyesight high?" asked Oriental Ice.

"Of course, the Oriental brother is my most respected person in this world." Simon has no time to slow down.

"Since his vision is very high? Why would he pick the mediocrity of Yang Tianding? A man who is already in his twenties has just passed the enlightenment period. I have also seen his talents in Xuanmai, very very mediocre. The comrades who joined me in Yin and Yangzong were not qualified. How could my father pick him up as the heir to the Yin and Yang lords?"

There is no answer to the West Gate. Oriental Bing Ling continued to ask: "The second question, before anyone saw the road to Yin and Yangzong, Yangdingtian was on the boat in Yunxiao City, and it was with the Ximen City Master." Excuse me, is there such a thing?"

Simon nodded nowhere and said: "Is there such a thing?"

Oriental Ice Lingdao: "Yunyucheng wants to regain the Orthodox position of the Yin and Yang dynasties for generations. The normal method cannot be successful. Is it possible to change the method? Let the person take the father's relic on the Yinyangzong, Declaring that my father accepted him as a disciple, set him as the heir, and gave me to him. And this person happens to be the person of Yunyun City, then twenty years, thirty years later, the Yin and Yang dynasty is your Yunxiao City. ”

"If this is true, does that mean that the West Gate Lord and my father's death have some connection?" The Oriental Ice Ling is cold and cold.

Ximen had nowhere to go, and slowly said: "Miss Dongfang’s tongue is really as good as a sword."

"Well, even the relics of the Eastern Nirvana brothers can come. But his last words? His last words are filled with flame ornaments, as long as they match your mother's moth ornaments, the last words will appear? This last words It is your father's blood and mysteriousness, is this also made a fake?" West Gate has no way.

Oriental ice Ling has a beautiful face, beautiful and cold, and bite the jade: "What father's last words? I have not seen it, I have only heard the dictation of Yangdingtian!"

Ximen had no time to stay, and some slightly dared to look at the Oriental Ice Ling, and then slowly said: "People are invincible, and people who don't face can't win."

Then, Ximen has no end to Jiang Songyang Road: "Ginger brother, the words are here, it seems that the truth is not clear."

Jiang Songyang said: "There is no way to talk about it, otherwise how can we come so many people. Hand over Yangdingtian, this is not just a matter of the flame ring, but about the death of the Sovereign, we have to be good. Examine him, how did the sovereign die? Who killed him?"

"Understood, understand!" West Gate has no time to slow down: "The reason can't be said, then hit it."

“I really want to fight?” Jiang Songyang said: “Ximen, brother, how do you think you are compared to me?”

"Is it comparable?" West Gate has no way.

Jiang Songyang said: "You have no place to squat outside the West Gate. I am silent in the Yin and Yang dynasties, but I am definitely not weaker than you in terms of strength. Twenty years ago, I took the lead with the Eastern Sect. Still winning the small half. I am the weakest player in the field, the shadowless brother is good at killing people, I fight against him, although it can hurt him, but also has the worry of life. As for Ning not dead, uncle, I am not a bit A little bit. I don’t want to say to the lord, I can’t look at it.”

Simon suddenly had a faint smile.

Jiang Songyang went on to say: "You are a master, I am also a master. You don't even think I have to play it. I can't stop the uncle and wish the Lord. I really don't know where you are going to fight. It is better to hand over Yangdingtian."

Simon is boundless: "Master Jiang, still play it."

"You have to fight, then fight. I am the weakest among a few people, but it is enough for you, so let me play." Jiang Songyang said, then pulled a ten-foot-tall giant from the back. sword.

Simon has nowhere to put out a thin sword less than two and a half feet from the sleeves. He said: "Ginger brother, is it a birth hand? Or is it a dead hand?"

"Dead hand!" Jiang Songyang Road.

"Sure enough, it is a dead hand." Simon is boundless: "The dead hand is good. I am a disgraceful role in the death of a generation of city owners. I don't think I don't know. Since it is a dead hand, it will be good." The old account is also counted."

"If you die, you will die, what is the waste?" Jiang Songyang sneered, and then the palm of his hand went to the giant blade, and suddenly the blood spewed out, covered with a giant blade.

"Boom..." The blood violently burned, and the entire blade of ten feet long, one foot and a half wide was burning, and the waters around the 100 meters were clearly visible.

Jiang Songyang held up the flames of the giant blade, and the back of the wing suddenly slammed, full of ten meters.

"Hey!" Like a meteor, Jiang Songyang leaped into the air, and then the lightning generally rushed toward the West Gate.

The murderous force is like a raging sea, and there is a surge in the sea.

Jiang Songyang, the world's famous strongman, is in the position of the master!

Flying to the top of the West Gate, Jiang Songyang screamed: "After today, there is no city in the world!"

Then he slammed down, the infinite flames, the ten-footed blade, and the horror of the sky slammed into the top of the West Gate, and instantly smashed him into pieces.

Ximen nowhere raised a fine sword less than two and a half feet, facing Jiang Songyang's shocking offensive, the blade edged.

"Oh..." A sword crossed, and the sword of the West Gate was turned into a hundred meters of blue light, like a lightning bolt across the dark sky.

"Oh..." Like a knife-cut tofu, Jiang Songyang Wei Meng's giant blade was cut into two sections, and Jiang Songyang's body was cut into two pieces.

Blood mad, Jiang Songyang fell into the sea, dead without a whole body!

Everyone, horrified, was completely stunned by the scene!

Ximen has no name in the past few years, but everyone thinks that he is only about the same level as Jiang Songyang at best, but did not expect, but did not expect that Jiang Songyang was directly killed by a stroke, cut into two paragraphs. At the same time, I did not expect that the West Gate had no reason to be polite when it was justified. It seemed as if it was not willing to do it, but once it was done, it was so hot.

"Next, who will come!" Simon asked nowhere, and then gently rubbed the fine sword in his hand, the sword returned to its original size, at this time looks like a sleeve sword.

"Yin and Yangzong has no shadow, and I met the owner of the West Gate." A figure came out of the darkness.

This person is generally tall and slender and soft. Although it is a man, his face is delicate, like a woman.

It looks like a woman, but this man has made the whole world feel sorrowful. As the ruling party of Yin and Yang dynasty, his only mission is to kill. Regardless of how high the opponent is, no matter how high the position of the other party, as long as the above order, even thousands of miles to go to take life.

The shadowless person is forty-five years old and has served as the arbiter for fifteen years. He has never lost his hand. As a yin and yang sect, he is neither an ice attribute nor a flaming mysterious vein, but a wind attribute.

Some people say that at the martial level, he is not the highest. In the mysterious level, he is not the highest. And in the hands of the world, he is almost the only one who will not be mysterious. He will only use martial arts. He only relies on a fine sword in his hand.

But in all the high hands of the world, his speed is the fastest. Whether it is the speed of the attack, or the speed of the sword. He firmly believes in the world of martial arts, but it is not broken. It is his quickness that makes everyone hard to defend. So he has a horrifying nickname called Phantom Ghost.

None of the people he wants to kill will be missed, no matter how powerful the other is.

He does not have the name of a master, but there are two masters who died under his command.

Only the strongest person can be the arbiter.

There is no shadow but a name for Yin and Yang. His martial arts are not in the Yin and Yang dynasties. The reason why he will serve as the ruling party of Yin and Yang dynasty ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is because he was saved by the Eastern Nirvana.

"No brother, please wait!" West Gate has no way, then the body, mentioning, fluttering, leaving the boat of Yunxiao City, came to the sea and floated in midair.

Slowly closing his eyes, Simon is boundless: "No brother, I am ready, you can shoot."

West Gate has no way to close the eyes and play without a shadow, which of course is not contempt. But because the shadowless speed is too fast, it is too slow to look for him with his eyes, and he needs to feel.

"Oh..." Sure enough, no shadow disappeared into the night sky and disappeared into everyone's eyes.

Then, a wind rises, mixed with the sea breeze, surrounded by the endless West Gate. If you open your eyes, you will find that it seems completely invisible at this time, but he knows that there is no shadow at this time, and a deadly sword will be stabbed anytime and anywhere.

No shadow, only a sword is killed every time, never fail, a sword is deadly. Even if the level is higher than him, he has died under his sword.

West Gate is still closed, the body is still motionless, and the wind is still surrounded by the side.

Suddenly, a dazzling light illuminates, and a fine sword, like a fast meteor, illuminates in the darkness, slamming into the chest of the West End.

Very ordinary angle, very common position, but it is fast, so fast that people can't completely defend.

In an instant, the two sides have already finished, as fast as lightning and thunder.

The king of the West has no battle against the killer, the result has come out.

"Hey..."