Chapter 2477

The next moment, Hoo!

Yangxu's whole body was wrapped by black flames. Even in his eyes and pupils, there was a dark fire flashing.

Brush and pull!

The figure of Yangxu suddenly disappeared.

One thousandth of an hour.

The rising sun, like a black light, flashed in front of the sword.

This moment.

He is less than 10 cm away from the sword.

“！”

In the face of the shadow of the rising sun that suddenly flashed like a ghost, the sword's transverse pupil suddenly shrunk.

There was a flash of panic in my heart.

Jianheng wants to fight back or dodge immediately.

However.

Everything is too fast!

Yang Xu's sword is as fast as thunder and lightning, which makes it too late to draw the sword.

Pooh!

The dazzling sword flashed.

The cross face of the sword suddenly froze.

Jianling's eyes suddenly widened.

The sword sect's eyes lit up suddenly.

Sword dust, Zhong Huang, and even the night emperor.

They were all completely shocked by Yangxu's sword.

Blood splashed, a broken arm flew in the sky, and the blood bead turned into an arc in the air and fell at the foot of Lingyun mountain.

It indicates the tragic defeat of Jianheng.

Pop!

The broken arm fell to the ground with a dull noise.

Together with the spirit sword still holding on the broken arm, it made a dull clang.

Until this moment.

The sound of Jianheng howling miserably because of pain finally came out:

"Ah... My arm, my arm!"

As a sword repairman.

He knew too well what it meant to him to lose his arm.

The sword ran to his broken arm and tried to get it back.

By means of Linglong hall, he naturally had the opportunity to help him reconnect the broken arm.

However.

Pooh!

The figure of Yangxu suddenly flashed, and the whole body was surrounded by black flame, just like a demon God from hell.

He raised his feet heavily and trampled the broken arm and foot to pieces in front of the cross face of the sword.

The black flame flowed down his legs and burned the broken arm into fly ash.

"You..."

The sword stared at Yangxu.

Yang Xu's face is indifferent:

"Lost to me, one of your arms is mine. How to deal with it is my business, isn't it?"

"Master!"

Jianheng looked at Shifu for help.

At the moment, jianzongyi, how can there be any trace of arrogance and domineering before?

Only at this moment did he understand where his faint uneasiness came from.

He provoked Yang Xu to compete with Jianheng in Kunpeng's fierce sword Qi with the method of exciting the general, and told Jianheng the method of cracking it.

But the premise of everything is that the sword cross has a chance to crack!

It's a pity.

People won't give him this chance at all!

Looking at the decadent jianzongyi, Yangxu didn't speak.

Glancing at the Jianling one beside him, the Jianling one in gray robe, holding a poker face, was not afraid to offend others, and said directly:

"Jianlingyi, your bet with Yangxu seems to be a winner? What's your bet? Cash it."

Once you say that.

Brush!

The faces of Jianchen and his martial brothers suddenly turned pale.

"The sword lost, and we didn't lose! Why should we break our arms!"

Sword dust shouted directly.

Several martial brothers also nodded repeatedly.

Master jianzongyi didn't speak.

The night emperor next to him showed a trace of contempt on his face.

At this time, Hoo!

Yangxu's body flashed and turned into a black cloud.

The next moment.

He was like a ghost, flashing repeatedly. Every time he flashed, there was a martial brother in Jianchen, who gave a miserable howl.

A broken arm, Gao Guifei flew into the air, and then was burned into fly ash by the black flame.

"Yang Xu, how dare you! Dare to harm the fellow disciples of the sword hall!"

Jianzong was angry immediately. His evil eyes flashed cold and fierce. He was about to explode all his strength and crush Yangxu.

Wow.

The grey robed figure flashed in front of him. Jianling's poker face blocked Jianzong's fierce eyes and shook his head slowly with some regret:

"Why, if you don't want to cash the bet, do you still want to do it? Jianzongyi, you're against the rules."

The sword sect froze immediately.

And just for a while.

All the disciples, including Jianchen, were cut off by Yangxu and burned into fly ash.

Covering their wounds one by one, they lay on the ground and howled miserably.

Yangxu's eyes flashed and Hula.

The rolling black flames around suddenly converged and disappeared, and the terrible black wings of Kunpeng behind gradually dissipated in the void.

Yangxu regained his former peace, as if nothing had happened.

Without expression, he came to the night emperor and asked directly:

"Now you still think your swordsmanship will beat me?"

The night emperor refused to accept anyone and stuck his neck:

"I will beat you next time!"

"So full of words, can you pay me back the spirit stone you owe me first?"

"It's possible to win! It's absolutely impossible to change money!"

The night emperor shook his head firmly.

Yangxu couldn't help turning his eyes.

Of course he just teased the night emperor.

The night emperor doesn't owe himself anything. Only the tianzhuanhui Dragon Pendant he gave himself has the terrorist attribute of "reversible time of 3 seconds", which is the best treasure related to the avenue of time.

Even 120 million spirit stones can't be bought!

Yangxu, he made a lot of money!

"Night emperor, what are you doing here? Aren't you going to join the sword hall?"

Zhong Huang asked the night emperor strangely.

Yang Xuyi raised his eyebrows and looked at the night Emperor:

"Why did you come to me without joining the sword hall?"

The night emperor immediately stared:

"Then I'll join the sword hall!"

Zhong Huang almost exhaled blood:

Damn it, I persuaded you to go to the sword hall day and night, and put in a bottle of best wine. You didn't promise to enter the sword hall.

Yangxu said a word and you agreed?

People are more angry than people!

More angry than Zhong Huang is Jianzong.

Seeing Yangxu as if there were no one else, he chatted casually with the boy of the night family.

To make it clear is to ignore him.

Looking at Jianling's expressionless face, Jianzong suddenly became more and more angry.

But he had lost the chance to attack. He looked at the sword and sword dust behind him coldly:

"Why are you still here? A bunch of shameful things, get out of here!"

Without waiting for sword dust and sword horizontal action, he "rolled" first.

"Hahaha, you've cleaned up the old miscellaneous hair. You've completely offended people."

The night emperor gloated at Yang Xu.

Yang Xu stared at him:

"Pay back!"

"Bah! You can settle down in Lingyun mountain first. Maybe someone from other peaks will challenge you as the mountain master soon."

The night emperor continued to gloat.

Yangxu looked at Zhong Huang suspiciously.

Zhong Huang explained with a wry smile:

"This is the rule of the sword hall. The mountain master of any mountain must accept the challenge of other mountain disciples unconditionally."