Yang Xingzhou walked very quickly and arrived in front of the mountainside compound in an instant. Several Black Wind Village soldiers guarding the door were all overjoyed when they saw Yang Xingzhou. They were about to bow and salute when Yang Xingzhou waved his hand: "No need to say more.

As for etiquette, you just need to keep guarding it."

"yes!"

Several soldiers responded at the same time, standing on both sides of the door, with excitement on their faces.

In their eyes, Yang Xingzhou, the leader of their village, is a god-like being who is invincible in every attack. There is no one in the world who can compete with him. He can be called an invincible being.

Ever since Yang Xingzhou became the leader of Heifeng Village, the entire Heifeng Village has been completely renewed from top to bottom, almost changing every day. Everyone wants money, food, food, skills, and spirituality.

There is a magic medicine, and everyone has a heartfelt blind obedience and unswerving confidence in Yang Xingzhou, especially this time after leading Black Wind Village to destroy the Hundred Beast Sect, known as the first sect outside the Great Wall, Yang Xingzhou's prestige

It has reached its peak. In the hearts of everyone in the village, there is nothing that Yang Xingzhou cannot solve.

Now these unkind people in the living room, Huang Heihu and others seemed to be unable to resist them. The soldiers guarding the door were also secretly anxious. They just suffered from their own strength and could not help each other. At this time, when they saw Yang Xingzhou and Cheng Lingsu coming hand in hand, they felt a big stone in their hearts.

Landed immediately.

Now that our commander is out of seclusion, these people who come to cause trouble will never end well.

Yang Xingzhou stepped through the gate, and Shi Shiran walked through the courtyard and came to the hall silently. They saw that the two rows of seats in the hall had been opened, leaving an open space in the middle. The yellow and black tiger was holding two axes and roaring, and was fighting with a group of people.

The Taoist priests in yellow were fighting fiercely, splitting the wind with their axes, and the rapids were shaking. The tables and chairs in the hall were blown by the strong wind and kept swaying. The whole hall was shaking endlessly, and the soil was falling.

Just by looking at the white air rising from the yellow and black tiger's forehead, one knew that he had used all his strength. The light of the ax swept through the entire hall like a tide. The audience in the hall were forced by the strong wind and couldn't help but retreat.

But even though Huang Heihu worked so hard, it was still difficult to hit the Taoist who was opposing him. This Taoist was like blue smoke or white mist. He kept dodging in the hall, but from time to time he thrust out a sword, which forced Huang Heihu to carry out the attack.

He resisted and dodged, and each thrust of the sword was aimed at the weak point of the yellow and black tiger. The long sword thrust out as if in the water, silently, but also as fast as lightning, and there was something like the Dugu Nine Swords in it.

If an ordinary person were to dance these more than one hundred kilograms of double axes like the wind, he would probably die of exhaustion in a short time. Even if he did not die, he would lose his strength and be unable to fight. The Taoist who fought with the yellow and black tiger was beaten

The idea is to consume Huang Heihu's physical strength. As long as Huang Heihu's offensive slows down a little, he will take the opportunity to attack with all his strength and determine the outcome with one blow.

Unexpectedly, Huang Heihu was born with magical power, he also practiced the Longxiang Boruo Kung Fu, and he had the Shen Zhao Sutra and the Nine Yang Magic Kung Fu. Yang Xingzhou also taught him the Vajra Indestructible Magic Kung Fu, and he was born to be a prodigy in practicing this kind of clumsy kung fu.

Nowadays, with the blessing of several magical arts, the power seems to be endless. The Taoist in yellow originally wanted to wait for Huang Heihu to be exhausted with one strike, but unexpectedly, Huang Heihu became more fierce as he fought, and his attacks became faster and faster. On the contrary, the Taoist in yellow was a little supportive.

Can't stand it any longer.

As a result, the Taoist in yellow gradually lost his temper and thought to himself: "If this drags on like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on even if he doesn't run out of strength!"

Thinking of this, there was a sudden roar, and the force of the long sword suddenly changed. The originally used fighting method against the yellow and black tiger suddenly changed from avoidance to attack. The long sword made a shrill sound of breaking through the air. In an instant,

It turned into a sword shadow that filled the sky and swept towards the yellow and black tiger.

Huang Heihu was overjoyed when he saw this, and laughed wildly: "Dare you compete with me?"

The two axes were swung with heavy shadows, and they faced the Taoist in yellow without flinching: "Death! Die! Die!"

Bang bang bang!

A series of clashes of weapons suddenly sounded in the hall. After a moment, the two figures suddenly separated. The yellow and black tiger stood on the side of the hall holding two axes, looking up to the sky and shouting: "Happy!"

He lowered his head and scanned the people in the hall: "Who is next?"

Suddenly he saw Yang Xingzhou standing in the crowd, his face bursting with joy: "Master, are you out of seclusion?"

Yang Xingzhou nodded, separated the crowd, walked to the Grand Master's chair in the middle, sat down slowly, and scanned the people in the hall: "Who can tell me, what is going on?"

Just when he asked, the Taoist in yellow who had previously fought against Huang Heihu stood at the door of the hall, with his back to Yang Xingzhou and others, his eyes blurred as he looked at the mountains outside the door and the endless land in the distance, murmuring like a dream.

He said softly: "Brothers, I'm going!"

His body trembled slightly, and it was only then that blood seeped out of his chest, and he slowly said: "The Yellow Black Tiger of Black Wind Village, he has good ax skills and divine power!"

After saying this, he let out a muffled groan and fell to one side.

Several Taoists nearby flashed and reached the Taoist's side. Two people stretched out their hands to support him. One person waved his right hand quickly, and his palm turned into layers of shadows. In just a moment, he touched the large acupuncture points on the injured Taoist's chest and abdomen.

Once again, he took out a porcelain bottle, opened the mouth of the injured Taoist, poured a drop of light green viscous liquid into his mouth, and said in a anxious voice: "Junior brother, do your kung fu quickly..."

Before he finished speaking, the porcelain bottle in his hand suddenly flew out, drew an arc, and landed in Yang Xingzhou's hand.

Yang Xingzhou grasped it with his palms, brought the porcelain bottle to his nose, smelled it carefully, and said with an moved face: "What is the name of this ointment?"

At this time, a faint fragrance was already emanating from the porcelain bottle, and soon filled the entire hall. Everyone who smelled this fragrance was refreshed, their minds were clear, and they rushed to the medicinal gas.

, you know this ointment is extraordinary.

The Taoist who was about to use his kung fu to treat his junior brother raised his head in astonishment and looked at Yang Xingzhou, who was sitting in the middle with the big horse golden sword. He was frightened by Yang Xingzhou's majesty and couldn't help but replied: "This is the Sanqing ointment, my Longevity Temple Zhenshan.

The elixir can cure both internal and external injuries...you...are you Yang Xingzhou?"

He suddenly reacted, with a look of shock on his face. He was about to speak. He opened and closed his mouth. After a moment, he really calmed down and saluted Yang Xingzhou: "Wanshou Guanfei Longzi, I have met Master Yang with all my junior brothers.

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Yang Xingzhou smiled and said: "Wanshou Temple? I have never heard of this sect. What advice can you give me when you come to Fengming Mountain? I said, your junior brother was hit by the ax of my mountain general, and his internal organs were turned into mud. You are so pure."

Unless the ointment can revive the dead, with flesh and white bones, otherwise, there is no need to try to revive him!"

A clear light flashed on Fei Longzi's face, and he lowered his head and said: "General Huang of your noble sect is really good with his double thunder axe. My junior brother fought with him in a fair fight and died without any regrets! Since the head of Yang Village said that he was hopeless, it seems that it is true

It is difficult for ghosts and gods to save him. This is also the fate of his destiny. Since ancient times, it has been inevitable to escape the fate and cannot be saved by human beings."

When he said this, he slowly stretched out his palm and said softly: "It's just that I brought my junior brother out of the mountain. Now he is dead in a foreign country. As a senior brother, I have an unshirkable responsibility, so I don't dare to let my junior brother suffer in vain."

Death, General Huang, my junior brother Feixing was defeated by your two axes, so as a senior brother I also want to learn from General Huang’s clever tricks!"

As he spoke, the long sword behind him buzzed and trembled, and suddenly jumped out of the scabbard and jumped into his hand. Fei Longzi held the sword as a chest, glanced at Huang Heihu holding two axes, and then looked at Yang Xingzhou: "
Chapter completed!