"I repeat, I don''t know what magic sword."


    Ye Feiyang frowned, threw the long sword in his hand in front of the man in black, and said coldly, "this is my sabre, a top-grade spirit sword made of xuanjing. You can take it."


    "Funny, a top-grade spirit sword wants to send me away. Do you think I''m Zuo Siming''s beggar?"


    The man in black smiled angrily. As the young leader of the left family, he didn''t know how many top-grade spirit swords he had used over the years. How could he see ye Feiyang''s sword? What he wanted was Ye Feiyang''s divine sword.


    "Since I don''t want it, I have nothing to say."


    Ye Feiyang''s face was cold. He did find a divine sword, but the divine sword is rare in the ancient continent. How can he give it away.


    "Young Lord, I''ll kill him and get his storage ring. The divine sword must be in his storage ring."


    "Go."


    "Yes, little Lord."


    An eagle nose young man with a strong figure, dressed up as a guard and cultivated enough to have a life in the eight heaven of the meteorite territory stepped out. He approached Ye Feiyang and said, "boy, your cultivation is too low. You''d better die sooner or later with a divine sword."


    "What if I refuse to hand it in?"


    Ye Feiyang looks the same. As long as Zuo Siming, who has the highest cultivation, doesn''t fight, he is not afraid of others.


    "If you don''t hand it in, you''ll die."


    The young man with a hooked nose said grimly.


    "Well, then fight."


    Ye Feiyang stopped talking nonsense, his waist and crotch sank, and the whole person was ready to go.


    Although he knew that the other side was numerous and difficult to contend with, he would never give in.


    "No tears without a coffin."


    The young man with a hooked nose snorted coldly and wanted to kill.


    With his cultivation, he didn''t pay attention to Ye Feiyang at all. Just one blow, he was confident to kill Ye Feiyang.


    "Kill!"


    Ye Feiyang gave a loud cry and chose to start first. His body rushed up.


    "Die."


    The young man with a hooked nose became angry and swung his fist.


    Ye Feiyang was fearless and hit the same punch.


    Between the two fists, ye Feiyang stood still, but the eagle nose youth couldn''t resist and was shocked back a few steps.


    On this alone, the high court makes a judgment.


    "Waste, what a useless waste."


    Zuo Siming yelled.


    "Calm down, young Lord. My subordinates were careless just now. I''ll go and take him down."


    The young man with a hooked nose was frightened and angry. When he stepped on the ground, the whole person turned into a residual shadow and rushed towards the leaves.


    WOW!


    Suddenly, the piercing sound of breaking the air came, and a figure fell quickly from the high altitude.


    In an instant, the earth shook and the air waves swept through. Everyone was shocked. There was a slender and handsome young man in white at the scene.


    He clasped the throat of the young man with a hooked nose with one right hand, raised it high and smashed it on the ground.


    "Boom!"


    The ground cracked, the sand and stones flew, and the young eagle nose was smashed on the spot. His whole body was soaked with blood. Half of his life seemed to be gone and dying.


    Everything happened in the room of lightning and flint. Ye Feiyang, the nearest young man in white, has been covered.


    He was ready to fight to the death. Unexpectedly, a man fell from the sky, captured the eagle nose youth with the force of thunder and smashed him to the ground.


    "Are you?"


    Ye Feiyang''s face was at a loss. He didn''t know who the strange young man in white was and why he had to save himself.


    "We''ll talk about this later."


    The young man in white was naturally Yang Xuan. He waved his hand and stepped heavily on the chest of the young man with an eagle nose.


    "Ah, spare your life!"


    The young man with a hooked nose screamed and begged for mercy in pain.


    He is also a cruel stubble who kills people without blinking an eye. He never thought he would be treated like this, and his fear reached an unbearable level.


    "Bang!"


    Yang Xuan didn''t speak. He suddenly made a force under his feet, and the violent force broke out, tearing the hooked nose youth apart and flying flesh and blood.


    "Gollum!"


    All around, except Zuo Siming, everyone swallowed their saliva.


    Looking at the companions trampled into a pile of rotten meat by Yang Xuan, they all ignored Yang Xuan''s cultivation and regarded him as a ghost.


    "How cruel!"


    Ye Feiyang trembled. He didn''t kill anyone, but he couldn''t kill the enemy like Yang Xuan.


    "You have a lot of courage to kill my guard."


    Zuo Siming recovered, and his face became extremely ferocious, but there was a touch of fear in the depths of his eyes.


    Although Yang xuanxiu is not high, he knows his strength is extraordinary because he can easily kill the eagle nose youth.


    "If you dare to touch my friend, you have a lot of courage."


    As soon as he said this, ye Feiyang finally heard something, and his face was full of shock, "you, you are!?"


    "Hehe, it''s me. I haven''t seen you for many days. Brother Ye''s cultivation has made rapid progress."


    Yang Xuan smiled.


    "Everything depends on the help of the valley master. Otherwise, even if I practice hard, I can''t achieve what I am now."


    Ye Feiyang said with a wry smile.


    "So you really know each other."


    Zuo Siming looked at Ye Feiyang and Yang Xuan. His face was as gloomy as water. He waved to a group of more than a dozen guards to gather around him.


    "Are you afraid?"


    Yang Xuan smiled and strode to the left to Siming.


    "It''s ridiculous. I think I''m a strong man in the five heavens of the divine power realm. Won''t I be afraid of you?"


    Having said that, Zuo Siming was like a great enemy and did not dare to act rashly.


    Yang Xuan kept walking and said faintly, "before I start, roll as far as I can."


    "What are you talking about?"


    Zuo Siming was furious.


    "Don''t your ears work well? I''ll let you go."


    Yang Xuan said coldly.


    "Too arrogant."


    "Young Lord, if we go together, we can''t deal with this arrogant boy."


    Zuo Siming''s guards were all angry, their eyes were red, and the Qi of killing fell into the sky.


    "Die!"


    Without saying a word, Yang Xuan swung his fist. A golden fist several meters big broke through the air and killed it with an endless heat wave.


    "Get out of the way!"


    Zuo Siming changed color in horror and hurriedly moved away.


    The others reacted and all dodged on both sides.


    However, there were still a few people who slowed down a little, were hit by fist strength, and their flesh and blood splashed.


    "It''s impossible!"


    All the people who are still alive are afraid.


    Even Zuo Siming was moved by it. He was cold all over. He retreated and shouted, "who are you?"


    "Kill!"


    This is Yang Xuan''s answer. He moved his feet and rushed forward with an arrow step, just like a loaded shell, killing Siming to the left all the way.


    "Deceive people too much."


    Zuo Siming was so angry that he immediately waved his sword and fought with Yang Xuan.


    Unfortunately, there was a big gap between his swordsmanship and Yang Xuan, and he fell into a disadvantage at first hand.


    Yang Xuan pressed step by step. He was vigorous and attacked three swords in a row. He easily defeated Zuo Siming and vomited blood.


    "Little Lord!"


    Zuo Siming''s guard Qi changed color, waved their weapons and joined in, and joined hands to attack Yang Xuan.


    "Kill!"


    Yang Xuan didn''t hide or flash. The sound of killing shook the sky. A sword urged the golden sword Qi and killed more than a dozen people, with blood and internal organs scattered on the ground.


    "How can your strength be so terrible!"


    Zuo Siming was shocked by this scene. It''s ok if Yang Xuan is a strong man in the realm of divine power, but he clearly only has the peak cultivation of returning to one realm.


    A warrior who returns to the peak of one territory kills all his guards with one sword. What a terrible strength.


    "It''s your turn!"


    Yang Xuan glanced at Zuo Siming and jumped up with a sword.


    Zuo Siming was terrified and quickly waved his sword to resist. When he heard the, he immediately flew out with his sword, and the corners of his mouth were full of blood.


    Yang Xuan''s power is too great. In addition, he has understood the profound meaning of half step Kendo and fire. It is difficult for anyone below the Supreme Master to compete with him.


    Pedal pedal!!!


    Zuo Siming stepped back after landing, and his face was full of incredible color.


    You know, Yang Xuan''s cultivation is much worse than him, but now he is hurt by Yang Xuan.


    How can such a person be unknown?


    He just wanted to break his head, and he didn''t know when such an evil spirit appeared on their ancient continent.


    "I haven''t seen him for two months. Has his strength been so strong?"


    Ye Feiyang was shocked.


    "Is that all you have?"


    Yang xuanpi smiled at the meat but did not smile. Looking to the left, Siming''s eyes were full of strong disdain.


    "Boy, I remember you. I''ll see you next time. I''ll frustrate you."


    Left a cruel word, Zuo Siming turned and ran away.


    "It''s too late to go."


    Yang Xuan summoned his heart magic mirror, which emitted a magic light and disappeared into Zuo Siming''s body with a puff.


    Plop!


    Zuo Siming was shocked, fell to the ground and screamed with his head in his arms.


    "What happened?"


    Ye Feiyang was stunned. Soon, his eyes fell on the heart magic mirror suspended in front of Yang Xuan.


    It''s about the size of a palm. It''s dark all over. It twinkles with a palpitating light. It''s like a magic mirror.


    "Nice stuff!"


    Yang Xuan smiled calmly, took away his magic mirror, and then walked to Zuo Siming and nailed him to the ground with a sword.


    The magic light of the heart mirror was devoured by thousands of heart demons. Even if Yang Xuan didn''t do it, Zuo Siming couldn''t survive.


    "How awesome!"


    Ye Feiyang smacked his tongue secretly. Before coming to the ancient region, he had heard all kinds of deeds of Yang Xuan in the past month and understood that Yang Xuan''s strength had been greatly improved.


    But when he really saw Yang Xuan, he found that Yang Xuan was not what it used to be.


    At least more than a month ago, Yang Xuan had to use the divine sword to kill those with strong power.


    But now, Yang Xuan hasn''t even used the divine sword. He can kill Zuo Siming and other young talents in the five Heaven of the divine power realm just by relying on a magic mirror.


    Shua Shua!!!


    Yang Xuanteng took out a left hand and took the storage ring of Zuo Siming and others into his hand.


    "Thank you, brother Yang."


    Ye Feiyang came quickly and said gratefully.


    If Yang Xuan hadn''t slowed down today, his life would be in danger.


    "Brother ye, you''re welcome. You and I are friends. How can I stand idly by when a friend is in trouble?"


    Yang Xuan smiled and asked about the current situation of xiayun langu.