Chapter 1544

Yang Xuan at the bottom of the cliff is full of fragrance and softness. She looks happy and doesn't think of Shu. She can continue to press ningzhongze and let her delicate body constantly change shape in her arms. It's strange to say that Yang Xuan likes mature women. For girls, he never catches a cold. If he hadn't known Ren Tingting for a long time and the family has changed greatly, he wouldn't be with Ren Tingting.

"Almost. If you don't come up again, I'll take my sword and go."

"Dead old man, dare to take my sword, you're crazy." Hearing that the wind was blowing, Yang Xuan immediately grabbed the vine and jumped up with Ning Zhongze in his arms. He found several footprints on the cliff wall. It seems that Tian boguang ran away from here.

After arriving at the terrace, Yang Xuan hooked his finger and the heaven reliant sword was immediately hooked. "Old boy, I have a good intention to compete with you. I didn't expect you to swallow my heaven reliant sword."

"I still disdain to do such a thing. I just can't see you cuddling someone else's wife and being happy there."

The conversation between the two made Ning Zhongze angry. It turned out that he was eaten by Yang Xuan. Damn it, he immediately tried to break free from Yang Xuan's arms. He might be frightened. His legs were soft and one big hand hugged him tightly.

"Mrs. Yue, why are you in such a hurry? You are frightened, your internal power is chaotic and your body is weak. Now you can't stand up." Yang Xuan said with a smile.

Yang Xuan held Ning Zhongze to the stone bench, and the breeze also sat down. He wanted Yang Xuan to let go of Ning Zhongze, but at this time, there were all kinds of doubts in his heart, which made him ignore "how can you stop me from using the heaven leaning sword just now?"

"The flesh resists."

Feng Qingyang categorically said, "it's impossible. There can't be such a powerful skill in the world. Even if Shaolin's King Kong is not bad, it can't be practiced to such a degree."

Yang Xuan was stunned and said, "does anyone still learn that King Kong is not bad?"

"I haven't heard of it. It's said that this divine skill hasn't been lost, but no one can practice it. By the way, you haven't said why your body can resist my sword move. Can you not destroy the divine skill?" Feng Qingyang thought for a moment and affirmed.

Yang Xuan shook his head, handed the heaven reliant sword to Feng Qingyang, and stretched out his right hand, revealing a piece of tender and white skin.

"Try it."

"Are you sure? If this sword goes down, your hand will be gone." Feng Qingyang was surprised.

"Gee, I'll let you chop it. There's not so much nonsense." Yang Xuan is a little impatient.

"OK." Feng Qingyang thought that Yang Xuan's martial arts were so high that he could not hurt himself. He pulled out his sword and looked at his fingers. Even if there were no fingers, it would have little impact on his strength.

"When!" With a sound of, the wind was clear. I felt as if I had cut on a piece of wrought iron. My hands were numb with the shock.

At this time, not only the wind was clear, but also Ning Zhongze, who was in Yang Xuan's arms, was frightened.

"You, you, are you a man or a ghost?" The wind was clear and startled.

Yang Xuan grabbed the heaven reliant sword for fear that it would be taken away by him. Then he slowly said, "there is no hard martial arts in the world, but no fast martial arts. No matter what martial arts, faster than others is invincible, no matter what defense, incomparably hard is invincible. There is no sword in the world that can cause me any damage. Understand."

Feng Qingyang looked at the place where Yang Xuan had cut his sword. After half a ring, he shook his head and sighed, "it's amazing."

Ning Zhongze also looked at it curiously. Damn it, the lecherous thief has better skin than himself.

"Are you my senior Huashan?" Ning Zhongze turned to look at the breeze and asked.

"Hum, no, aren't all the predecessors of Huashan dead?" Feng Qingyang sneered.

"He is a breeze." Yang Xuan immediately jumped out and pointed to his nose.

"What, are you martial uncle Feng?" Ning Zhongze slowly got up from Yang Xuan's arms, walked slowly to the stone stool next to him and sat down. He always had to behave in front of his elders.

Yang Xuan felt that his arms were empty, and Xiangyu was full of feeling, which really made people linger and forget to return.

"Why? The younger generation of Qi sect still recognize me as a man of sword sect?" The wind is clear and clear, with an obviously unhappy face.

Yang Xuan turned his hand over and took out the wine to fill them with "a man who lives in the door. Why talk with a gun and a stick."

Fengqingyang picked up his glass and drank it. He wrote three words of dissatisfaction on his face.

Ning Zhongze was also a little embarrassed. After all, Qi Zong won that year, and the atmosphere at the scene immediately became subtle.

"Pathetic and pathetic ~ ~ ~ ~ ~" Yang Xuan pretended to be profound.

"What do you want to say?" Breezy squint.

"I want to say that a good hand is broken alive. If the founder of Huashan knows that Huashan is in such a situation now, he must jump out of the coffin." Yang Xuan smiled.

"Don't talk nonsense. You haven't said who you are. You just humiliated me so lightly." Ning Zhongze glared at Yang Xuan, obviously dissatisfied with him to the extreme.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is Mrs. Yue. Do you think Qizong is powerful or Jianzong is powerful?" Yang Xuan looked at her with burning eyes.

Ning Zhongze wanted to say something, but when he saw the wind blowing, he immediately stopped talking.

"If the Qi sect hadn't transferred me away, who would have won now." Feng Qingyang obviously resented the battle of yunvfeng that year.

"You can't win here."

"Fart, if I were in Qizong, how could I take charge of Huashan and make the sect a mess." The wind was clear and the beard was flying.

Yang Xuan shook his head and said, "you are the same whether you are here or not, because in the battle of yunvfeng, whether Qi clan wins or sword clan wins, the winner is not you, but........"

Yang Xuan didn't go on halfway. He slowly enjoyed the wine. Honghou was busy pouring wine for the three and pretended to take out some fruit snacks from the package.

Feng Qingyang stood up and walked around. His voice softened. "You know the secret? Come on, didn't Qi Zong win? Is there anyone behind it?"

"Cut, you are too superficial. How can you think so when analyzing things depends on who makes the most profit."

Yang Xuan slowly stood up, recalled the information provided by he honghou as he walked, and said, "you two should know that the founder of Jianzong is Yue Su and the founder of Qizong is Cai Zifeng."

Feng Qingyang and Ning Zhongze nodded one after another.

"Do you know why they split Huashan sect in two for no reason?" Yang Xuan threw another question.

They looked at each other and didn't know the secret of the two cases, but after thinking about it, they said, "it seems to be related to a secret script, but I don't know what. My master didn't explain it, but he just talked about it vaguely."

"Secret script? What is it, martial uncle? Is it your Dugu Jiujian?" Ningzhong is a strange way.

Feng Qingyang shook his head. "It's impossible. Dugu Jiujian is not Huashan martial arts. I got it by chance."