Yang Xian looked at the sword-holding man who was beaten away by himself and laughed: "You must be Zhou Xin!"

The Han man with a knife had just landed in the air, and his body was still sliding backwards on the ground, plowing a deep gully on the bluestone ground. He heard Yang Xian ask, and he answered while retreating, "The Master Yang's eyes are perfect, it's a certain family!"

Yang Xian raised his thumb and said with a smile: "A good man, generous and heroic, not like an ordinary corrupt scholar!"

Just as he was praising Zhou Xin, an old man in white beside him bowed slightly to Yang Xian with a long sword in his hand, "Young Master Yang, offended you!"

Wang Xiao, Zhong Ti, Huang Zhong and Zhou Xin all called Yang Xian "Zhang Junzhu", but in the second person, he called Yang Xian "Young Hero". It can be seen from the term "this name" that this person attaches great importance to the title of great righteousness.

Because there can only be one sect leader in the Confucian sect, and now there is a sect leader in the Neo-Confucian sect with Zhu Hongyi, it is a bit inappropriate for him to call Yang Xian "sect leader", so he called Yang Xian the young hero.

The change in mind cannot be understood by those who do not have a deep understanding of the Confucian school. Most people cannot understand the meaning of this person's change in Yang Xian's title, but Yang Xian understood the meaning of this person from this title.

"You're Dong Li?"

Yang Xian looked at the old man in white who bowed to him, "Why have to be so polite? You're welcome!"

Dong Li said: "Etiquette cannot be abolished!"

He looked at Yang Xian with his sword in his chest, "Young Master Yang, we have orders, and we have to attack you, and I hope we can forgive you."

Yang Xian said: "Let's take action!"

Dong Li didn't talk nonsense anymore, raised the three-foot long sword in his hand as his chest, and sighed: "Li to become a human ethics." With a long sigh, the long sword in his hand shook, and a cold light rushed straight to Yang Xian's chest!

His sword stabbed him, neither fast nor slow, but the sword took the central palace, but the power was great. Before the sword blade touched Yang Xian's skin, the sword energy tore Yang Xian's protective energy apart, and then arrived at Yang Xian's chest and clothes, and was about to open Yang Xian's belly.

Among the eight brothers, Dong Li was the first person to break Yang Xian’s protective energy.

"Good sword technique!"

It was obvious that the long sword was piercing the chest, and Yang Xian suddenly raised his palm.

With a muffled "puff", the sword's expulsion stopped suddenly and suddenly became stagnant in mid-air.

Dong Li's body shook, and his arm trembled and wanted to pull out the long sword, but it was like a dragonfly shaking a pillar. Where could it move?

There were two more fingers on the tip of the sword.

Yang Xian’s fingers!

These two fingers seemed to have grown on the long sword from the beginning, clamping the tip of Dong Li's sword tightly.

Dong Li hurriedly retreated, took a few steps back, and lowered his head to Yang Xian and said, "Young Master Yang's magical skills are amazing, Dong Li is ashamed of himself!"

Yang Xian laughed, his fingers shook slightly, and a long sword flew out like lightning, heading straight for Dong Li's face.

Dong Li was shocked and hurriedly reached out to meet him, but when the sword was barely in front of him, the momentum of advance suddenly disappeared, and suddenly stopped in the air, changing from extreme movement to extreme static.

Dong Li originally saw that the sword was flying very quickly, and he had already covered his hands with true energy and waited for the sword to get it. Even if Yang Xian had hidden strength in the sword, he had already made a solution to deal with it.

But he never expected that the long sword flying in, which was as fast as lightning, had seen the infinite force at first sight, had now come to his hands, and the force was completely lost. The expected tens of tons of huge force suddenly turned into a ball of air.

Before this was expected, the hands were exerted too much force, and the "slap" sounded a few crisp sounds, and the joints of wrists, elbows, shoulders and other joints were dislocated at the same time. The true qi in the body flowed back and forth, which immediately injured the internal organs.

He groaned, closed his lips and tried to press down the blood gushing out of his throat, but the injury was severe, and the blood spurted out of his nostrils, forming two small blood fountains, making a squirting sound.

In fact, with the cultivation level of Master Dong Li, he should not have been seriously injured like this, but when he saw Yang Xian punching Wang Xiao and kicking Zhong Ti, he had great power in his every move. In a frightened state, he became more wary of Yang Xian several times. Therefore, when Yang Xian threw the sword at him, he condensed his true energy, fearing that his strength was not enough, and that his grasp was not solid, so he had already put all his strength into it.

Who knew that Yang Xian's sword flew from solid to virtual, and he tricked him hard.

Yang Xian is even more powerful than taking action. The previous few people were fighting against Yang Xian, and at most they were slightly injured. A mouthful of blood was sprayed out and the force was discharged without any harm. However, Dong Li was deceived by him using the force technique, and his injuries were far better than those in front.

"Young Master Yang, good...good means!"

An abnormal bright red color flashed on Dong Li's face, and his nose and mouth were squirting out blood at the same time, and he fell to the sky.

Seeing that Dong Li was injured, the few people were shocked. Wang Xiao, who was the first to fight with Yang Xian, flashed and had already arrived at Dong Li. He held Dong Li slowly and fell to the ground with a look of concern, "Lao Wu, how are you?"

Dong Li leaned back his head, blood flowed out of his mouth, and he shook his head slightly and said, "It's okay, I can't die!"

At this moment, a sharp roar sounded from a person's mouth, and a sword light suddenly emerged, stabbing Yang Xian's neck, and a long chant came out, "Yi Move Qianxun Mountain!"

The person who fired this sword was majestic and had a rough appearance. At this time, he saw Dong Li fall to the ground with injuries, his eyes turned red, and he stabbed him with a sword, making the garden full of murderous aura.

This sword is powerful and full of the intention of moving forward without turning. In terms of murderous intent, it is far beyond the previous moves of Wang Xiao and others.

"Are you Zhao Yi?"

Yang Xian spoke, his legs still moving, but his body was wiping away like a snake and insect. He stared at the person who was drawing the sword and smiled and said, "Do you want to kill me?"

The old man who drew the sword was the fastest sword in his life, but he could not catch up with Yang Xian's retreat with one sword.

"Yes, I'm Zhao Yi!"

Although the old man was heartbroken and was injured, he was extremely angry and drew his sword, but at this moment the sword was useless, he stopped and stared at Yang Xian and said, "If Lao Wu has any accidents, I will never finish it with you!"

Yang Xian smiled and said, "Welcome at any time!"

At this moment, another old man in white clothes and hair walked up to Yang Xian and whispered: "I am Song Lian!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, and the iron ruler in his hand twitched towards Yang Xian's head at the same time, and a clear voice in his mouth, "There is nothing in his house," he said.

When Yang Xian saw that when he was pulling the iron ruler, he seemed straight and curved, and followed a strange track with a unique charm and a very strange one. He immediately flicked his fingers and smiled: "It seems that Mr. Song is also angry!"

"Bang"

Song Lian's iron ruler was hit by Yang Xian's fingers, and then swung hard, almost flying out of his hand.

Just as Song Lian shook his body and stabilized his body, a long sword stabbed silently from Yang Xian's back, and a man said in a deep voice: "I'm ashamed to show my saint!"

Yang Xian's face changed slightly, and he didn't turn around. He listened to the voice and defended his position, and then punched him.

With a "boom", the ground trembled, and the person stabbed Yang Xian's back was involuntarily turned to Yang Xian's side by the hidden force emitted from Yang Xian's fist.

"I am Han Moe!"
Chapter completed!