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    "Flying sword?" Nangong Zhengming exclaimed. The long sword was already lying in front of him, and then he shot forward in an instant, intending to cut down the flying sword.

    Zhao Yang moved his sword finger, the sword swung its tail, ding, ding, and touched Nangong Zhengming¡¯s long sword twice.  Then Zhao Yang touched the ground with his toes, and he rushed over, grabbed the sword, pulled it, and slashed Nangong Zhengming's head violently.

    Nangong Zhengming twisted his body and avoided it. With a buzzing sound, the long sword in his hand trembled, and a sword light that was several inches long was emitted.

    The sword was dazzling, a piece of white light, and with a crash, it was drawn towards Zhao Yang. Zhao Yang suddenly retreated to avoid its edge.

    Nangong Zhengming suddenly gave chase. He raised his wrist and pointed his sword directly at Zhao Yang's chest.

    Hiss, a sword thrust seemed to pierce the space and cut the airflow.

    Nangong Zhengming is indeed a true master of the innate realm, and his true energy is constantly circulating.

    Zhao Yang¡¯s hand holding the sword was hanging down. Suddenly, the sword in his hand also trembled.  The soul power was shocked, and the sword light suddenly flashed through the sword, a lavender light.

    Zhao Yang flicked his wrist and swung the sword from bottom to top, and saw a light curtain waving from Zhao Yang's feet upwards, forming a dragon's head.

    The dragon raised its head and opened its mouth to devour.

    Zhao Yang's men followed closely behind and rushed forward following the sword's momentum.  From a distance, Zhao Yang looked like a dragon with its mouth wide open, almost swallowing Nangong Zhengming.

    The other party¡¯s Nangong Zhengming even exclaimed, as if he was actually facing a fierce dragon, and Zhao Yang¡¯s sword force was about to cover him.  Without any hesitation, Nangong Zhengming's body retreated instantly.

    With a shake, he saw a figure. Nangong took seven or eight steps to correct his name before he was not covered by Zhao Yang's sword and escaped.

    Zhao Yang didn¡¯t expect that Nangong Zhengming would escape from this sword move. He couldn¡¯t help but take a high look at Nangong Zhengming. The agility of the innate master¡¯s body was indeed astonishing.

    Originally, he planned to cut off Nangong Zhengming¡¯s arm with this sword.

    A section of Nangong Zhengming's sleeve fell off and became fragments. Although his arm was not cut off by Zhao Yang, it had left several sword marks.

    Nangong¡¯s name was immediately cut off by Zhao Yang¡¯s sleeves. There were also several sword marks on his arm, and he was bleeding profusely. Although he was not touched by the sword, the sword light was still hurtful, which was no small matter.

    Nangong Zhengming was even more surprised and doubtful. Hearing the information from his brother Nangong Zhengyang, he said that Zhao Yang had not reached the innate realm.  And he is already a great master in the innate realm. Now looking at the purple sword light emanating from the sword in Zhao Yang's hand, the information is wrong. Could it be that this man has broken through to the innate realm in two months, with constant energy.

    But now, it is obvious that there is no time for Nangong to think about it so much.  His arm was bleeding continuously, and his physical strength was declining rapidly.  The fight must be fought quickly, otherwise he will bleed to death.

    Even if Zhao Yang entered the innate realm within these two months, his true energy would continue.  But he is amazingly talented and beautiful. He entered this realm a year ago. Isn't he still inferior to him?  It was just a moment of carelessness.

    Nangong Zhengyang thought for a moment, and immediately shook the sword. The true energy in his body continued to flow, and the sword light in his hand skyrocketed again.  With one movement of his body, he was ten meters away and directly in front of Zhao Yang.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? together off together out of the three swords.  The speed is fast, the technique is high, and the sudden move is the ultimate move, infusing one's own energy and spirit.

    Zhao Yang simply did not dodge, and handed the sword forward, and it got entangled with Nangong Zhengming's sword, and actually stuck to it.

    ¡°Good guy, Zhao Yang was surprised.  The two bodies quickly approached.

    Nangong Zhengming¡¯s mouth immediately curled up with a wicked smile, he raised his left hand and slapped Zhao Yang on the chest.

    "Good boy, if you make a good calculation, you are seeking death on your own."

    However, Zhao Yang didn't panic at all. Seeing Nangong Zhengming's palm slap towards his chest, Zhao Yang raised his left hand and suddenly thought.

    With a swipe, a starlight sword appeared in Zhao Yang's left hand. He pulled it open and slashed it with a simple and direct sword stroke.

    Nangong Zhengming¡¯s palm could never be captured again, because his entire left arm was chopped off by Zhao Yang and fell to the ground.

    "Ah!" Nangong Zhengming was stunned for a second. He looked at the ground and saw his fallen arm, and then suddenly let out a miserable howl.

    Poof, blood spurted out from his severed arm like a fountain.

    The swords that were stuck together between the two people also separated. Now Zhao Yang advanced instead of retreating, trying to kill them all.

    "Brother""" Nangong Zhengyang, who was standing aside and watching, suddenly screamed miserably. He had retreated a little far just now, and now he wanted to rush over to save his brother.

    At this moment, Nangong Zhengming had a broken arm and wanted to retreat, but Zhao Yang would not let him have his way. He pressed forward step by step, stabbing continuously with the sword in his hand, blocking all Nangong Zhengming's escape routes.

    "Even if I die, I want you to be buried with me." Nangong Zhengming was forced to scream crazily. He risked his life, regardless of life and death. With his other right hand, he waved the sword light and rushed towards Zhao Yang to fight with Zhao Yang.

    "Now you are as broken as a broken arm. You have vented your true energy. How can you still hurt me? You are overestimating your own capabilities." Zhao Yang saw that Nangong Zhengming was feeling a little shaky and unsteady when he ran because of the pain of his broken arm and excessive bleeding.  It's just a crossbow, there's nothing to be afraid of.

    brush!  Zhao Yang's figure disappeared in front of Nangong's name.

    The next second, someone appeared behind him, holding the sword in his hand across Nangong Zhengming's neck.

    "Stop." Nangong Zhengyang shouted, already rushing forward.  But in the end it was still a step too slow.

    With one stroke of Zhao Yang¡¯s sword, Nangong Zhengming¡¯s head was immediately cut off.

    Heads rolled down, bones were scattered, and blood sprayed.  Nangong Zhengyang rushed over and just hugged a headless body.  Blood sprayed all over Nangong Zhengyang.

    Nangong Zhengyang was holding his brother's headless body, dumbfounded and in disbelief. Soon he himself was sprayed with blood all over his body, turning into a bloody man, looking particularly hideous and terrifying.  .

    Tick ??tock, tick tock.

    Zhao Yang held the sword in one hand and stepped aside immediately.

    The blood on the sword was also dripping, tick, tick, falling to the ground.

    Nangong Zhengyang laid down the body of his brother Nangong Zhengming, and moved his head back, as well as Nangong Zhengming's severed hand. After doing this, he raised his head again and saw  Xiang Zhao Yang.

    Without wiping the blood on his face, he picked up Nangong Zhengming's sword and held it in his hand, pointing at Zhao Yang and saying: "The Nangong family will fight you until death, and they will definitely hunt you down to the end."

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