Chapter 115

Yang Xu didn't even open his eyes and said coldly:

"Get out now and spare you!"

"You!"

Zhao Yue's face turned blue with anger.

No one has ever talked to him like that.

As one of Lingyun's top twelve, his strength is there.

and.

He also has a brother in the inner door.

Zhao Yue has both strength and power.

Lingyunzong did not dare to provoke him.

I didn't expect to meet a man who didn't know how to live or die today

"Eh?"

Zhao Yue's eyes suddenly brightened and stared at the sword in front of Yang Xu.

"Good baby! My sword is just lost in the phantom realm. If I get this sword..."

The woman next to me actually took a fancy to this sword.

But she thought carefully:

How can people who can own this sword be ordinary people?

Especially, they haven't felt the breath of others so far!

The woman pulled Zhao Yue and wanted to remind her.

But Zhao Yue has been dazzled by greed:

"Boy! Give me your sword. I can forgive your disrespect for me!"

Brush!

Yangxu's eyes opened.

"You want my sword?"

Zhao Yue sneered:

"Don't you agree? If you don't agree, I'll abolish your cultivation and make you unable to stay in Lingyun!"

"Do you want to abolish my accomplishments?"

Yang Xu raised his eyebrows.

I haven't seen death so fresh and refined for a long time.

"Hahaha, do you know who I am, Zhao Yue of the top 12 Lingyun! If you want to keep your accomplishments, exchange your sword! Otherwise i... Ka!"

Zhao Yue's throat was stuck by one hand.

The hand was unbreakable like a pliers, and he was lifted in the air.

No matter how you struggle, it won't help.

Buzz!

The rising sun releases a breath.

Deng Deng!

The woman's legs were soft and she was almost stunned.

Zhao Yue was also stunned:

"First level spirit Master! You..."

He's going to cry.

You are a first-class spiritual master. Ling Yun is walking sideways. What are you playing low-key in this broken cave?

"Master... Spare your life..."

Zhao Yue blushed.

Yangxu's eyes are cold:

"Spare your life? If I was pinched, would you spare me? Come on, what are you going to exchange for your life?"

Yangxu didn't intend to let him go easily.

If he wasn't strong enough, he wouldn't be bullied.

From this man's arrogance, we can see that he often bullies people.

"Spare your life... My brother... My brother is an inner disciple..."

"Inner disciple?"

Yang Xu's eyes flashed.

Dong!

He threw Zhao Yue out of the cave.

"Go away."

He snorted coldly.

Zhao Yue climbed away from the cave.

The gloomy eyes looked back, full of resentment:

"He's dead! This time he's dead!"

He immediately took out a crane.

The woman thought carefully and grabbed him:

"There must be something wrong with him letting you go so easily. Let's go."

Pop!

Zhao Yue slapped him:

"Shit! I've never been so angry! He let me go easily, which means he's afraid of my brother!"

He brushed a few lines and sent out a thousand machines:

"I asked my brother to avenge me!"

The woman was uneasy and frowned:

Are you afraid of your brother?

Maybe they brought your brother here on purpose.

Brush.

A figure approached quickly.

Dressed in black and holding a long sword, he is full of murderous Qi.

His fierce eyes stared at Zhao Yue:

"What about the spirit sword?"

Zhao Yueyi refers to the cave:

"Inside!"

Zhao Feng looked at the cave and his eyes flashed:

Yiyin!

A sharp sword light flew into the cave.

then.

No, then

The cave was silent.

As if nothing had happened.

"Impossible."

Zhao Feng felt something wrong, whoosh.

He appeared at the mouth of the cave.

When he saw the figure of Yang Xu sitting, his eyes flashed.

Like his brother, his eyes also fixed on linhuang sword first.

"Here we are."

Yangxu looked up and down at Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng is obviously more scheming than Zhao Yue.

He said tentatively:

"Your cultivation is extraordinary, but you bully my waste brother. Isn't it invincible?"

Brush.

Yang Xu's eyes flashed, and the essence of the fundus of his eyes made Zhao Feng stagnant.

"I didn't bully your brother."

Yangxu shook his head:

"I just want to kill him."

"You..."

Zhao Feng's face sank:

"Your Excellency is too arrogant!"

Many internal disciples are rebellious. Zhao Feng is among the best, and he is not a good stubble.

"You say I'm arrogant? Hehe, if your brother doesn't agree, he'll take my weapons and waste my cultivation. It's no different from a robber. On the contrary, you say I'm arrogant?"

Yangxu choked so much that Zhao Feng couldn't speak.

"Brother, what are you talking about with him? Kill him directly and rob his sword..."

"You know shit, get out!"

Pop!

Zhao Yue was pumped out by Zhao Feng.

"Look, there is a stupid brother who will cause trouble for you sooner or later. If you can survive this time, you should discipline your brother well."

"Can you survive?"

Zhao Feng's pupil suddenly shrinks and stares at Yang Xu:

"What do you mean!"

"It means that if you don't draw the sword, I'll kill you."

Yang Xu stood up and tried to make a move.

Yiyin!

A bloody sword came with light.

Zhao Feng is worthy of being an inner disciple. If he says he will do it, he will do it.

His eyes twinkled with strong confidence:

Zhao Feng was able to become one of the inner disciples because of his fierce swordsmanship.

However.

In the next scene, Zhao Feng's eyes widened immediately:

"It's impossible!"

Just when the bloody sword light was about to tear Yang Xu's body.

Hum.

Yang Xu suddenly burst into black and white.

The power of yin and Yang flows, turns into a dragon shape and rotates around Yangxu.

Just listen——

A dull noise.

The bloody sword light was smashed by the chaotic dragon.

"What kind of skill is this? It's so weird!"

Zhao Feng took a breath.

His sword is enough to easily tear apart the defense of the first level spirit Master.

But unexpectedly, even Yangxu's defense could not be broken.

Feeling the progress of the skill, Yang Xu glanced at Zhao Feng with satisfaction:

"Very good performance, it's you."

The purpose of Yangxu's letting Zhao Yue go is to attract Zhao Feng and see him.

Now he decided to let Zhao Feng do the training.

Originally, tieao was the best candidate.

But first, his cultivation is not enough.

Second, in the face of Yangxu, his sword was not sharp enough.

Yang Xu needs enough fierce and ferocious sword attack to improve the level of Yin Yang twenty dragon piles.

"Your brother's name is Zhao Yue? I don't want him to die. You can practice sword with me..."

"Bah! What are you pretending to do in front of my brother? I'll kill him and rob him..."

Zhao Yue didn't finish.

Yiyin.

A golden sword light swept out.

Poof.

Zhao Yue's right arm flew into the air.

Before landing, it burned into fly ash.

What a fast sword!

Zhao Feng's heart suddenly trembled and stared at Yang Xu:

He didn't see how Yang Xu drew his sword just now.

If Yang Xu wants to kill him, he can't stop it!

"This time just cut his arm, and next time, it'll be dead."

Yang Xu smiled at Zhao Feng:

"Have you decided how to choose?"