The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

　　 is green like the sea, almost flooding the world.

　　 This old man with a high crown may be still some distance away from becoming immortal, but facing a Yang Jian who has just practiced for a few years, he still has the absolute upper hand.

　　 Yang Jian was fully absorbed, the long sword in his hand trembled, as if the next moment he was about to turn into a dragon and rise into the sky.

　　 And Liu Ya stared at the green light. If you look closely at her eyes, you can see that her pupils have turned into a disc, and six things faintly appear on the disc.

　　 She opened her lips gently, and the disc in her eyes would turn into light and burst out!

　　 But after hearing a sword chant, Yang Jian's long sword flicked, flicked, buzzed twice, and two and a half moons of black light condensed directly, cutting on the green!

Ding--

　　 The green light trembled, and the two black rays of half-moon slashes were also instantaneously shattered. Where the two collided, a shock wave swept in all directions.

　　 A counter-shock came from the long sword in Yang Jian's hand, and he retreated two steps, leaving two footprints behind.

　　 And the green light exploded, and a broken sword flew into the sky. The high-crowned old man's face was white, and he felt that a strand of primordial spirit resting on the broken sword was cut to pieces, his vitality was greatly injured!

　　 "Damn it! That sword must be a treasure from the Rift Valley!"

　　 The old man with a high crown hurriedly waved his hand to take back his broken sword, just a single word changed the look of the surrounding group of old men.

　　Rao has been cultivating immortals for a long time, and his Dao heart is strong. At this time, it is all about taking the girl from Yang Jian's arms!

　　 There is a secret to becoming a fairy in this valley!

　　 "Hahahaha! Both!"

　　 There was a tall and thin old man who hadn't finished speaking, suddenly saw a half-moon black light burst into the sky, with a murderous intent!

　　 Yang Jian was holding that mysterious long sword for a while!

　　He doesn't want to talk nonsense with these old men, knowing that the long sword in his hand can stimulate the sword qi on his own, then he should not hurry up and wipe out these bastards!

　　 "Huh! It's just the might of a magic weapon, so what's the fear!"

　　 The tall and thin old man greeted him instead of hiding. He raised his hand and waved a palm. The vitality condensed and the golden light palm directly covered three black light half moon slashes!

Puff puff!

　　The golden palm was broken directly! And the old man was shocked, unable to dodge for a while, don't let it go!

　　 In the next instant, blood spurted, and the head was in a different place!

　　 A monk who was considered a real master in this vast world was ruined by Wu Guang in this way!

　　What kind of body protection magic weapon, body protection method, at this time, there is no effect at all!

　　 Most of those who can live a thousand years in such a difficult monastic environment are not easy people. Although these figures in the sky were shocked, they immediately dodge and fled.

　　 But it was still a little late. Five or six people were killed by the black light, and their protective light did not have any effect at all!

　　 Only this time, offense and defense shift!

　　 Yang Jian was determined in his heart. Although he felt that his physical strength had been emptied for a while by swinging the sword just now, he already had the means to confront the enemy, and he also had a little right to speak.

　　 He glanced at Liu Ya and whispered: "Liu Ya, are you afraid?"

　　 "Don't be afraid," Liu Ya's words were very calm. Yang Jian glanced at her a little strangely. After seeing her big bright eyes, although he had doubts in his heart, he still resisted not exploring too much.

　　 It seems that a very strange emotion is interfering with his judgment.

　　 Moreover, Yang Jian's heart felt a desire to protect Liuya. For some reason, this emotion itself is very strange.

　　 Originally it was not obvious in the elegant room of the restaurant, but today the two have been in contact for a long time, and this emotion has become more and more out of control...

　　 Yang Jian's heart shuddered. Taking advantage of the black light to suppress these old men above his head, he untied Liuya from the front and asked her to stand behind him.

　　 For a moment, he had already figured out three or four countermeasures against the enemy or escape.

　　 "This sword is really extraordinary," Yang Jian flicked his fingers across the sword, and he could feel the coldness of this sword, and he was slightly shocked.

　　When he was hunted down before, he already felt that things were strange today, as if there was a big hand fiddled in the dark...

　　Master?

　　 Yang Jian suddenly smiled bitterly, his master's loyal and honest face suddenly appeared in his mind, and he felt that it was unlikely that the master was planning a plan.

　　 But after that, I thought of Liuya's master, that wretched old way.

　　 Looking at the sword in his hand, Yang Jian sighed in his heart, knowing that the master should be nearby, and seeing that his situation is critical, he gave himself this long sword.

　　 Other than that, there is no other possibility!

　　 is embarrassing to Master.

　　 Yang Jian sighed, and said loudly: "Isn't it enough for seniors to play tricks? What is seniors plotting? That's it!"

　　 Many old men in the sky looked at each other, but this one is talking to them?

　　 And above the white cloud in the sky, the old sloppy mouth curled, and the humming and chirping didn't say much; the real man Yuding smiled like a spring breeze.

　　 Arranging such an experience without affecting the relationship between the master and the apprentice is a good deal.

After all, the group of old men above Yang Jian's head couldn't bear it anymore, and said in one person: "Although that sword is magical, it can't exert one ten thousandths of its power in this hand. If it can be captured, it will be a treasure! "

　　 The color of greed in the eyes of these people is even heavier!

　　 "Grab?" Yang Jian showed a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, "Although it is coming, if you want to be destroyed here today, I can't stop you.

　　 A middle-aged scribe with a smile said: "The little friend's tone is too big. The might of the magic soldier may be fierce for a while, but it is hard to keep you from retreating."

　　 "Really?" Yang Jian looked up at the middle-aged scribe, his body straight.

　　 Naturally, he knew in his heart that these people were really besieging him. Even if he could kill one or two people, he would definitely not be pleased.

　　 But he didn't want to give in, let alone beg for mercy.

"I just remind you," Yang Jian clenched his fist, with purple red light on the front of the fist, and said with a chuckle: "The girl behind me has a powerful master. Don't annoy him. Look at my hands. Can you not think of anything about this sword?"

　　 Hearing this, these old men looked uncertain.

"Xiu will be deceived by him!" The tall and thin old man shouted, "This sword flew from the Rift Valley, and it was clearly protecting the girl! It also proved that the girl is the key to the Tao! spirit!"

　　 "That's right! Kill him! Take the girl, and say that there is no good fortune outside this stunning Taoism!"

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　　 Yang Jian almost exploded when he heard the words, and all the elders in the midair were slowly approaching after a little contemplation...

　　 Obviously, even if it is a glimmer of hope of becoming a fairy, these people will fight for their lives.

　　 Flicker can't be done, and I can only do my best to fight, and seek that gleam of life in the battle.

　　 Yang Jian sighed, holding the long sword in his right hand, and stretching his left hand to the side.

　　 Liu Ya's face calmly stood on her toes, held Yang Jian's palm, and whispered: "Brother, there seems to be something really calling me in the canyon... It wants me to pass..."

　　 Yang Jian's body was shaken.

　　 He looked down at Liu Ya, and suddenly felt a feeling of wanting to care for her and take care of her.

　　 Although this feeling is a bit weird, Yang Jian still can't restrain this impulse in his heart...

　　 promise her not to make her sad.

　　 "Okay, wait for me to kill a few old folks, and I'll send you inside."

　　 "Why... kill someone?"

　　 "It's not that I want to kill them, but that they want to kill me," Yang Jian's voice was very flat, holding the Excalibur, and three sword styles in his mind.

　　 It was a flat sword that was not turned into a boxing technique by him.

　　 Closed his eyes, breathed out, the magic sword in his hand seemed to be alive, and at this moment, he gradually merged with Yang Jian.

　　 Ping Tian Sword, Jian Ping Tian!

"Wind blows!"

　　 Yang Jian yelled, waving a long sword in his hand, black light burst into the sky, and various magic weapons and magical powers whizzed down.

　　 Between heaven and earth, the atmosphere of killing and cutting is permeated.

　　 All kinds of glamour appeared in all directions, but in Liuya's eyes, it was just a colorful decoration.

　　 Liuya stood behind Yang Jian, pursing her small mouth without blinking her eyes...