"The second child"

After the old man in front of him heard Yang Xingzhou's words, he couldn't help but reveal a trace of sadness in the corners of his eyes, but he quickly turned away and looked at Yang Xingzhou, his eyes gleaming: "Yang Xingzhou, I have heard of your reputation, and I know you.

Ability!"

He seemed to be talking to Yang Xingzhou, and he seemed to be talking to himself, his voice was low, but his tone was firm: "You are powerful in the world, unparalleled, Shaolin, Beggar Clan, Shenshui Palace, Shi Guanyin, they are no match for you,

Even my second son died in your hands."

"But no matter how unkind my brother is, he is still my biological brother after all. Although he is crazy, his swordsmanship is far beyond ordinary people. To put it bluntly, looking at the world, there are not many people who can surpass him in swordsmanship. But he is

When I join forces with others to attack you, I only have one chance to stab you with my sword, which really makes me want to fight."

Yang Xingzhou killed Shi Guanyin and Xue Xiaoren in the Paradise Palace and captured Wu Hua alive. The story has spread from the Paradise Palace to the Central Plains. Everyone who heard about it was moved and had a new understanding of Yang Xingzhou's terror. Now Yang Xingzhou has become the most powerful person in the world.

There is no such thing as a terrible person.

Xue Yiren knew how powerful Yang Xingzhou was, and he also knew that he was no match for Yang Xingzhou in terms of martial arts cultivation. However, after learning the news of Xue Xiaoren's death, he began to make preparations.

In the past six months, he has been in seclusion in the sword room. He only came out recently to slowly practice his sword skills. He talks little all day long, and does not even speak a word for a day. It seems that his whole person has turned into a sword hidden in the sword.

The peerless sword in the scabbard has a dull expression and restrained vitality all day long.

Later, when he heard that Yang Xingzhou was driving to Xuejiazhuang, his eyes became a little more alert, but he was still taciturn.

Until today, when Yang Xingzhou was about to arrive, he burned incense and bathed, changed into new clothes, and wore the long sword on his waist again, which had been placed for more than ten years. Then he came to the courtyard and waited for Yang Xingzhou's arrival.

He had not spoken a word properly for nearly half a year, but when he faced Yang Xingzhou, he spoke slowly and calmly. For him, only this moment could make him truly calm down and let go.

He experienced the freshness and intensity of life.

As he spoke, everyone in the courtyard dispersed, and he and Yang Xingzhou were the only ones left in the entire courtyard.

The weather is very good today, suitable for killing people.

Whether you kill others or be killed by others.

Yang Xingzhou narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the murderous intent surging in Xue Yiren's body, and couldn't help but shake his head and said: "Xue Daxia, I'm not here to compete with you..."

"Stop talking nonsense and draw your sword! Don't let Xue look down on you!"

Xue Yiren burst out with murderous intent, and suddenly held the long sword in his hand, shouting softly: "Xue Yiren from Xuejiazhuang, please give me some advice from Master Yang!"

Just now, he had just the leisurely look of an idle old man. Apart from his slightly cold eyes, he was not much different from ordinary people. But after holding the long sword in his hand, he suddenly became a different person.

Just now, he was like a long sword sheathed, with no light, but now the long sword in his hand suddenly showed a sharp light, and the brutal murderous aura came out of his body. Although the tip of the sword was not pointed at Yang Xingzhou, it was just the murderous aura.

Filling the entire courtyard, the courtyard seemed to suddenly become colder, and the birds flew away in fright.

With his skills alone, he is much smarter than Xue Xiaoren in the past. With a brother like Xue Yiren holding him down, it is no wonder that Xue Xiaoren was so frustrated that he took the wrong path and became the leader of a killer organization. But even though

He tried every means, but still couldn't surpass his brother.

In the end, only when facing Yang Xingzhou's desperate situation, he finally broke through and stabbed out the most vicious sword in his life. However, the sword thrust beyond his own realm and skill also drained his life.

Xue Yiren is different. When he raises his sword, his whole body is integrated with his sword. The sword in his hand has become an extension of his body, and his sword is his body.

It seems to have grown on him, as if he should be holding this sword in his hand. Without this sword, he would be missing arms and legs, becoming a disabled person.

Only with a sharp sword in hand can this Xue Yi man's appearance be considered complete.

Yang Xingzhou's expression became solemn.

He originally thought that Xue Xiaoren's swordsmanship at the end of his life had surpassed the ultimate swordsmanship in this world and must have surpassed his brother Xue Yiren. But now, he realized that he still underestimated the world's best swordsman in front of him.

Although Xue Yiren's long sword has not been drawn at this time, it is already full of momentum. It seems that he has been preparing for many years to unleash the sword against Yang Xingzhou. If the emotions that have been suppressed for more than ten years burst out, even Yang Xingzhou would not dare to

underestimate.

No one dares to underestimate the best swordsman in the world, not even Yang Xingzhou.

Xue Yiren thrust out his long sword.

A kind of desolate emotion, which contains the loneliness of the peak with no way to climb, is like snow, pouring out from this sword. This sword is like lightning and thunder.

Just a quick one!

It seems that only by stabbing quickly with a long sword can the pain and sadness in the heart be vented, catch up with all the regrets of the past and all the tenderness of yesterday, and be able to transcend the past and control the present.

Yang Xingzhou had never seen such a fast sword.

He had seen Lin Zhennan's evil-fighting sword technique and thought it was indeed very fast. Later he saw Dongfang Bubai's Sunflower Manual and found that the sword technique in the Sunflower Manual was indeed faster. Finally, he saw Xue Xiaoren's sword technique and felt that his sword technique had already

He had reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship in this world, but when Xue Yiren thrust out his sword, Yang Xingzhou realized that Xue Xiaoren still didn't quite understand his brother's swordsmanship after all.

He was able to execute the most brilliant and ultimate sword strike in his life under the pressure of Yang Xingzhou. Naturally, Xue Yiren was able to break through himself and strike the fastest sword strike in his life under the pressure of years of accumulation and Yang Xingzhou!

A sword stabbed out, seeming to break the torrent of time. He raised his hand and the sword had arrived!

Yang Xingzhou couldn't dodge or evade. With the long sword in his hand, he also stabbed at it. His sword was also very fast!

This is the first of the five sword moves he derived from Xue Xiaoren's sword skills. The stone light, lightning and fire are stored in this body!

Attack against attack, speed against speed.

When the two swords intersected, Xue Yiren's long sword suddenly changed, from extremely fast to extremely slow. One moment it was like a meteor flying through the sky, and the next moment it was like an old ox pulling a cart. However, the sword's intention was strong. This time

The sword can actually undergo such changes even under incredibly fast conditions.

The long sword in Yang Xingzhou's hand changed as he felt. Before the first move was fully activated, it had already changed into the second move.

The spring breeze blows through the willow gate!

A sword that was originally as fast as lightning and as fast as thunder suddenly became gentle and delicate, like the spring breeze turning into rain, the earth thawing, and flowers blooming. You can even feel the unique "fragrance" of spring from the changes in the sword's momentum. This is a

Recruit flavorful swordsmanship!

Xue Yiren's eyes revealed an unbelievable light, and the sword technique in his hand changed again, becoming cold and desolate, with the cold air entering his bones, full of murderous intent, and lifeless energy.

Yang Xingzhou's long sword changed accordingly.

The third move, a lonely traveler in a lonely night and a rainy night!

This move is desolate, lonely, cold, and has the same connotation as Xue Yiren's stabbing sword, but the meaning of loneliness is more blooming.

When it comes to isolation and loneliness, unwillingness and depression, Xue Xiaoren feels it more deeply than Xue Yiren.

Although Yang Xingzhou was drawing the sword at this time, it was more like Yang Xingzhou was competing with his brother on behalf of Xue Xiaoren. He wanted to prove to his brother that he, Xue Xiaoren, the second master Xue of the Xue family, actually knew what swordsmanship was.

!

The two swords intersected, and changes followed. Yang Xingzhou used the fourth move "The setting sun returns like blood" and the fifth move "Conquering the husband's bones by the Wuding River" one after another. Then the sword light was displayed again, and the breath changed. The sixth move

The sword fighting skills come out naturally.

In ten years, one sword can break the clouds!

The sword thrust out, and the billowing sword light suddenly converged into an ordinary sword, but the momentum was unparalleled, full of determination to move forward. When the sword thrust out, the long sword in Xue Yiren's hand was shaken and flew out of his hand, and his body was shaken violently.

, staggering back.

Yang Xingzhou's sword intent was rising, and the sword energy in his heart was not exhaled or unhappy. The sword was bright and roaring in the sky: "Master Xue, after I finish using this set of sword techniques, you can come and taste it again!"

The body flashed, and the seventh and eighth moves were used one after another.

A hundred years of false fame is like a dream!

The loess is scratched and the world of mortals is sighing!

After reaching the eighth move, Yang Xingzhou's body suddenly stopped, his sword returned to its sheath, and he stood quietly with his back to Xue Yiren.

After a while, he sighed and walked outside the villa.

Xue Yiren stood there with tears streaming down his face: "Is this the swordsmanship of my second son?"

Yang Xingzhou said: "It should be so!"

Xue Yiren said: "Okay! Okay! Okay! It's not a shame to die!"

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