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Text Chapter 127 Invitation to fight Xiao Shishilang

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    Three people, three swords, densely spread the offensive like a net, the blue bricks on the ground were shattered inch by inch, and splashed in all directions, forcing all the Jianghu people to retreat.

    At the same time, everyone turned their attention to the field, wanting to see how Yang He, who put down his big talk, could defeat the three of Ni Wenbin within ten moves.

    Wow!

    When the three sword lights converged down, Yang He's body was like a floating light, and dozens of phantoms were transformed into hundreds of phantoms. The phantoms were like bubbles, pierced and torn by the sword light.

    But Yang He's real body also disappeared at the same time, as if turning into the wind in the void, an invisible aura, lingering around the three of Ni Wenbin.

    Boom!  Boom!

    Zhou Chengyun and Zhu Yanling trembled violently, they were hit from some direction, they flew backwards and fell to the ground.

    "First breath!"

    ? Yang He's voice resounded in Ni Wenbin's ears. Ni Wenbin's pupils contracted, and with a flip of his hand, sword lights like raging waves burst out, covering all directions around his body.

    The sword light buzzed and swelled, and then split into streaks of brilliance that looked like silk threads. Chi Chi broke through the air, fell to the ground, and quickly plowed up ravines.

    "Smart and unreal!"

    Yang He spoke indifferently, and suddenly appeared in front of Jian Guang, without dodging or avoiding, with one hand stretched out, it turned into a claw!

    Boom!

    This claw covered all directions, sealing the sky and locking the earth. In an instant, Ni Wenbin felt that the whole world was against him, attacking him from all directions. With a roar, he swung his long sword and thrust out a sword.  Ten swords, a hundred swords, swords are as strong as a gust of wind, but they can't break through Yang He's claws.

    "Second breath!"

    As soon as Yang He's fingers and claws entered, he caught the edge of the sword, and his powerful energy surged upwards, making Ni Wenbin groan, and then an unpredictable claw landed on his chest.

    Click!

    Ni Wenbin's chest bones were shattered, he fell back a few steps, his face was pale, his chest rose and fell sharply, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

    Ni Wenbin's eyes were dim, and he stared at Yang He: "Three breaths, not even less, the difference between the eleventh place and the third place is so big?"

    Yang He lowered his palms, still very calm: "Since you are defeated, then follow me, don't let me knock you out and take you away, it would be too ugly."

    While talking, Yang He strode back in the direction he came from, walked ten feet away, turned his head suddenly, stared at a group of Jianghu people who hadn't recovered from the shock, and suddenly said: "I almost forgot the business, please  Fellow Jianghus, spread a word for me to let Xiao Shishilang know that killing Yang Yinghao is nothing, if he is brave enough, come to me, Yang He will be waiting for you at any time during the Sword Tasting Fair."

    After saying a word, Yang He walked away.

    Ni Wenbin supported Zhou Chengyun, Zhu Yanling, and the three of them all looked very ugly, not only because of their physical injuries, but also because of their self-confidence.

    The three of them are also descendants of aristocratic families, and they wanted to make a name for themselves on this trip, but unexpectedly they almost fell into the lair of bandits last night, and today they were easily defeated by Yang He, and they were immediately disheartened.

    Following behind Yang He, the three of them were full of worries.

    However, after Yang He left, all the Jianghu warriors at the scene were in an uproar.

    "It's amazing! It's amazing! This Young Master Yang really puts me to shame."

    "What was that claw technique he used just now? It's unbelievable that he defeated Ni Wenbin in just one face-to-face encounter."

    "Yang He invited Xiao Shishilang to fight again, and there is another good show to watch, but it is said that Xiao Shishilang is already a master of Xuantai. Although Yang He is strong, he may not be the opponent of Xuantai, right?"

    "Hehe! How can it be so easy to achieve a mysterious fetus? People in small places have never seen the world, so they spread rumors. The Yang family is well-informed. Perhaps they have known that Xiao Shishilang is not a mysterious fetus!"

    In a restaurant on this street, in a room with closed doors and windows, Qiao Shuangliang withdrew his prying eyes and asked the same question.

    "Is Xiao Shishilang a mysterious fetus?"

    Qiao Shuangliang still maintained the appearance of a chunky merchant, and looked at Ge Yuankai, who was also a town appeasement envoy.

    "If he hadn't been a mysterious fetus, he would have fallen into my hands last night." Ge Yuankai said in a deep voice.

    "Since this is the case, what does this Fifth Young Master Yang mean? Does he really think that he can defeat Xuantai with the breath of the fetus?"

    Qiao Shuangliang said in surprise.

    Ge Yuankai pondered for a while, and said: "Yes or no, I am afraid that Yang He regards Xiao Shishilang as a whetstone, and wants to use the pressure of a battle with the opponent to sublimate with desperation and condense into a mysterious embryo."

    "This is taking risks. Jintang Yang is so honorable, why use this method?" Qiao Shuangliang was a little puzzled.

      Ge Yuankai shook his head: "You think you are taking risks, maybe Mr. Yang Wu has a plan in mind, and don't forget the background of the current Patriarch, this Mr. Yang He is like a father."

    Qiao Shuangliang was thoughtful.

    The Patriarch of the Yang Family is the concubine of the family. Compared to Yang Yinghao, he is more than ten times worse. To be able to turn the tables against the wind and take the position of the Patriarch of the Yang Family can be described as a half-life risky effort.

    "Hehe, it's a worthwhile trip to see the Eight Desolation God's Claw today." Ge Yuankai laughed again.

    Qiao Shuangliang's face was also moved when he thought of the power of Yang He's claws before: "It is rumored that Yang Yingjie's claws came out and shocked the whole world. Even the commander of Yuan University admired him when he saw it. I believe it now."

    He sighed, his expression serious: "Let's get down to business, how much have you found out about the news about Tianmingmen and Zhujian Villa?"

    A few days passed by.

    Above the wilderness, a figure shot into the air, and the next moment it went underground again, suddenly dispersed into a phantom, and then merged into one. Suddenly, the shadow swayed, and it was already hundreds of feet away.

    Pei Yuan froze, showing satisfaction.

    This kind of speed has increased by at least 30% on the original basis.

    Moreover, this is still the result of his first cultivation of the Desolate Step, just getting started.

    The desolate step is a footwork that makes the enemy miserable and terrified.

    In the past few days, Pei Yuan, in addition to letting Qi An walk in, has also transformed the seventy-two moves into nine moves, not relying on the power of the heart lamp, but relying on his own deduction.

    Although the Nine Forms of Dabending Thunder Hand cannot be compared with the Three Forms of Jinglei, it is comparable to Yimu Zhangjue, and it can already be called a martial skill at the Xuantai level.

    The next step is to go to Zhujian Villa.

    Zhujian Villa is located in a small town in Baibingfu. The name of the town is 'Wanjian', which originated from Zhujian Villa.

    Pei Yuan changed his figure, changed his appearance, turned into a handsome young man, and walked leisurely all the way to Wanjian Town.

    He knows the way very well.

    Many years ago, before he went to the Huaxi Sword Sect, he thought he should have a good sword, so he came to Zhujian Villa and took away the "Breaking Water Sword" and "Qianlong Sword" from Wu Taiping, the first generation founder of Zhujian Villa.  '.

    He even took away the old owner's most beloved youngest daughter.

    Pei Yuan sighed, and looked towards the direction of Zhujian Villa, as if he saw the heroic girl in red again, and many past events appeared in front of him.
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