Zhao Xiangling's horse's hooves pedaled, and the ground was vibrating
Looking at Tie Xuanwei rushing towards him, Wei Yang's face turned cold, he raised his right hand and patted forward.
The waves in the palm of your palm are like tides, turning into waves
Peng!
After a crisp sound, a violent airflow appeared in front of him. A transparent air wave emerged from Wei Yang's palm hit Tie Xuanwei, causing Tie Xuanwei to turn over.
Bang bang bang bang...
More than half of Tie Xuanwei were shot down and were about to rush towards Wei Yang again
Zhao Xiangling's eyes were always on Wei Yang, as if she wanted to see what difference he was.
When he took action, Zhao Xiangling was immediately surprised, and she didn't seem to have expected that the young man in front of her had such a strong cultivation level.
Half of the Tie Xuanwei were slapped away in one palm
Suddenly, she became a little interested in Wei Yang
If you can't take it, just step down
Zhao Xiangling said lightly
Your Highness, I captured him and let you deal with it
The leading Tie Xuanwei shouted loudly, pulled out his steel knife and rushed over quickly.
The steel knife turned into a light curtain in front of Wei Yang's eyes and flashed instantly
Wei Yang's body subconsciously flashed, dodged the sword of the leader of Tie Xuanwei, opened his hand and grabbed it in the air, and a long sword escaped from the storage ring, appeared in his hand, and then took the opportunity to take the opportunity to take the opportunity to
laugh!
The Cloud-Treading Beast let out a shrill roar... Then, the Cloud-Treading Beast was cut into two pieces
Although Tie Xuanwei is very strong, as long as there are fewer than a hundred, there will naturally be no threat to the cultivator of the Great Perfect Spiritual Platform Realm, such as Wei Yang.
Bang!
The cloud-strawing beast cut in half, Tie Xuanwei lay on the ground and looked at Wei Yang in shock
Your swordsmanship is a little familiar
Zhao Xiangling was motionless and her eyes were always on Wei Yang. When he used his swordsmanship, she was stunned for a moment.
It seems that this sword technique has been seen somewhere, and it is so familiar
But she couldn't remember it for a while, it was really elusive
She raised her left hand, and the red whip turned into a red snake and threw it over.
Bang...
A crisp sound hit the sword, but it ejected uncontrollably and hit the remaining Tie Xuanwei.
A few bangs...
Tie Xuanwei was shot down to the ground and howled violently
You kid, you dare to stop him... Isn't you sure that your Highness is a royal celestial lady?
Zhao Xiangling shouted coldly, her legs in white lace stockings shook gently on the cloud-stepping beast, and rushed over quickly
Wei Yang's long sword turned in his palm, bringing a sharp aura, and then suddenly slashed down the moment the cloud-stepping beast rushed over.
A puff...
The head of the cloud-treading beast was cut off and fell to the ground and squirmed quickly
Ah……
Zhao Xiangling was frightened by this scene, her body fluctuated violently, and the red whip in her hand also fell on it. Then the instinctive reaction of the Cloud Beast flew out.
Bang!
Zhao Xiangling fell to the ground, her face was gloomy and she shouted angrily:
Wild Dog, I want to kill you!!!
She threw away the long whip in her hand, and a long sword with a red hilt appeared. As soon as the sword turned, her body turned into a red light and flashed away.
clang……
Wei Yang raised his sword and stepped on his chest. After the two swords collided together, a brilliant fire burst out. Then Wei Yang swung his sword with the flow, and his right foot rotated half a circle on the side like a gyro, and his body rushed past.
laugh!
The long sword passed by and cut the short robe on Zhao Xiangling's chest open
Suddenly, the plump and white breasts jumped out, like a frog jumping out of the water, extremely agile and jumping out
Well……
Zhao Xiangling's face changed drastically. She noticed that the short robe was cut, and she was about to throw the sword off her hand on Wei Yang, but at this time, the short robe on her body completely fell off, revealing her slender and beautiful figure.
Wei Yang was also shocked by her figure, her long legs wrapped in white suspender lace stockings, her plump breasts, and her shy face as if she was about to bloom.
The sword stopped in front of Zhao Xiangling's beating breasts
Wei Yang really can't do it
Naked, still fighting me?
Wei Yang laughed, but his eyes looked at Zhao Xiangling's plump breasts, and then slowly moved to her lower body wrapped in black lace panties.
At this moment, except for the underwear, Zhao Xiangling's short robe had completely fallen off, revealing her beautiful figure. Her legs wrapped in white lace slings stood straight on the ground, and her body was slightly undulating.
Who are you...
Zhao Xiangling's face showed a blush, and she felt her chest stand up empty. She didn't like wearing a bra, and she had always just used a short robe to wrap her plump breasts. Now that the short robe fell off, her delicate and plump whee was clearly visible, and her pink nipples were also slightly raised.
This eroticism is something Wei Yang has never seen before
Although I have seen similar breasts, Wei Yang's breathing becomes a little rapid
Feng Xuan Palace, Wei Yang
Wei Yang smiled faintly, took a step forward with his right foot, and instantly appeared in front of Zhao Xiangling, and then gently hit Zhao Xiangling's neck with the hilt of the sword.
Zhao Xiangling suddenly felt her body soft and collapsed in Wei Yang's arms. Her hands were not in a tiny way and subconsciously surrounded Wei Yang's waist.
Little lady, don't do this, otherwise you will be confused
Wei Yang smiled gently, picked up the fallen short robe with his hand, wrapped it in Zhao Xiangling's chest, covering his exposed fat breasts.
I'm going to kill you!
Zhao Xiangling said coldly, but she felt weak and limp in Wei Yang's arms. Her only strength could only stop Wei Yang's waist.
No, that person is here...
At this time, Zhao Xiangling's face changed and she whispered
Before Wei Yang could react, he saw a sword light passing by around, like a brilliant light
Silent...
In one breath, all the Tie Xuanwei were killed, and then a figure appeared in his sight.
A middle-aged man wearing a white robe and holding a long sword appeared
The middle-aged man glanced at Wei Yang and Zhao Xiangling with indifferent eyes, raised his long sword and gently stroked the neck of the leader of Tie Xuanwei...
laugh……
Blood splatters, Tie Xuanwei leader dies
At this moment, all the Tie Xuanwei died
Wei Yang was confused at this time and realized the reason why the mantis beat the cicada and the oriole behind him. This middle-aged man was the oriole who was watching everything.
Seventh Princess, please die
The middle-aged man opposite looked at Zhao Xiangling indifferently and said softly
Zheng Qian, you actually dare to threaten this palace!
Zhao Xiangling, leaning against Wei Yang's arms, looked cold. Even at this moment, she still showed the arrogant and cold temperament that only belongs to the royal family.
Who knows if you kill His Highness Seventh Princess here
Just say that those thieves brought His Highness Seventh Princess and Tie Xuanwei outside the city and designed an ambush. I think no one in the Northern Royal Family should have any questions about this.
Besides, if you are the seventh princess, the prince who controls the power of Tie Xuanwei, shouldn't have studied this too much.
A middle-aged man named Zheng Qian took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood from the sword, looking at Zhao Xiangling with a playful look in his eyes.
He didn't seem to take Wei Yang seriously at all
Did it really design it by my elder brother? The design asked me to go out of the city to pursue these thieves, and then instructed you to intercept me from behind the scenes...
Zhao Xiangling said in a deep voice, pressing Wei Yang's waist with both hands, straightening her body, but the short robe wrapped around her chest quietly slid down.
Hello, you are completely naked, you are seen by that guy
Wei Yang said something
Those who have seen the body of this palace are dead
Before Wei Yang could react, Zhao Xiangling's body jumped forward, and the long sword turned into a stream of light and penetrated through it.
At the end of the power, I have seen through your sword skills. Even if the Northern Sword Saint is resurrected, it will not save your life.
After the cold sound, the sword rose like a cold light, which struck Zhao Xiangling's chest.
puff……
Zhao Xiangling's delicate body trembled and she stood there in a sword wound that appeared under her breasts with one finger wide and two fingers long, and blood sputtered out quickly.
Woo...
Zhao Xiangling let out a low hum from her mouth and slowly lay on the ground
Your Highness Seventh Princess Ah, you only know the military and the law, but you don’t know the politics of the north. Now the person who wants you to die is not just the eldest prince.
If you die, everyone will be at ease. If a swordsman like me, he will not take risks again.
So, this is a win-win situation!
Zheng Qian walked to Zhao Xiangling and stared at her fair body. Half of her body had been dyed red by blood. The white suspender stockings on her legs also turned into blood red.
It's a pity, it's a pity that a beauty like you died like this
If it weren't for the order of the eldest prince, I would like to taste it, but I know very well that women like you must not give you a chance to breathe
It’s a long night and a lot of dreams, so now, please ask Your Highness Seventh Princess to die
After the words came, Zheng Qian's long sword stabbed forward
But at this moment, a bright light flashed by
clang……
Zheng Qian's long sword in his hand was shocked, almost venting his hand, and his body was shocked and took a few steps back.
who!
Zheng Qian stabilized his body, glanced around and shouted loudly
The enemy is right in front of you, where are you looking?
Wei Yang looked at him coldly, then raised his hand and the sword blade reappeared in his hand.
It is the middle-grade magic weapon given to him by Master Feng Aoxian, the Flying Sword
Controlled by divine thoughts, connected with the breath of the body, after three days and three nights of sacrifice, it has long been integrated with Wei Yang's divine thoughts
It's you little devil!
Turning his eyes to Wei Yang, Zheng Qian showed a sarcastic look on his face, but then he was stunned for a moment and found the flying sword in Wei Yang's hand.
A medium-grade magic weapon...who are you?
He was extremely shocked, surprised that the middle-grade magic weapon flying sword that Wei Yang held was actually the flying sword. The light that blocked his long sword just now was the flying smoke sword.
What did you say about the Northern Sword Saint...
I really want to know, what will happen to you compared to the Northern Sword Saint?
Wei Yang held the Flying Sword in his right hand and glanced at him faintly.
Zhao Xiangling looked at Wei Yang in surprise, but never expected that he had the middle-grade magic weapon flying sword in his hand.
But my heart was filled with a cold again. Even if it was a middle-grade magic weapon, it would be extremely difficult to deal with a cultivator like Zheng Qian who was close to the realm of the realm.
You should go, this palace killed countless people in this life, even if it is killed, it is natural.
This matter has nothing to do with you
Zhao Xiangling said lightly, lying on the ground and gasping gently
Now, it is no longer a grudge between you and him. Wei Yang shook his head lightly.
Do you have a grudge against him?
Zhao Xiangling asked in confusion
I have no grudges, but I just said it, I have made grudges with me
Little devil, seeking death
Zheng Qiang Leng shouted, the long sword turned into a curtain, split into three sword shadows, and stabbed Wei Yang from three directions.
At this moment, Wei Yang's storage ring lit up and an umbrella appeared in his vacant left hand. The umbrella surface was stretched open and he stroked in front of him.
Dangdangdangdangdangdang!
After three collisions, the sword shadow flew down. At the same time, Wei Yang raised his right hand, and the flying smoke sword in his hand instantly shuttled through under the control of his divine thoughts, turning into a sharp light and shadow, flashing through Zheng Qian's chest.
A puff
Zheng Qian's body took more than ten steps back before stopping, but he felt a severe pain in his chest. Then he saw a deep bone-sighted wound, and blood was pouring out.
Ah……
Zheng Qian let out a shrill howl, but never expected that Wei Yang would be so flexible in controlling the flying sword, and he also had a magic weapon to defend against his own attack.
The umbrella was like a fine iron. The sword shadow hit it and only ejected a fire, causing no damage to him at all.
A click
Zheng Qian could no longer hold the sword in his hand, and fell to the ground again. He lay on the ground and gasped violently, looked at Wei Yang in a bit incredible, and asked in a deep voice... Who are you, little devil?
Not only him, but even Zhao Xiangling, who was injured, looked at Wei Yang in surprise. She never expected that this young man had such incredible cultivation.
Even Zheng Qian, who is at the peak of the spiritual platform realm, can be injured
Although it is because of the flying sword magic weapon, the power of the magic weapon depends on the user's cultivation level.
In Zhao Xiangling's eyes, Wei Yang's attack on the flying sword magic weapon just now is no less weak than the real person realm cultivation.
Didn’t you say that even if the Northern Sword Saint comes here, he can’t save her?
Now... how do I compare with the Northern Sword Saint?
Wei Yang took a step forward and looked at Zheng Qian with a sarcastic look, but there was murderous intention in his eyes.
You...your face?
Zheng Qian was shocked, as if he had thought of something through Wei Yang's face, and then he laughed wildly, hahaha, so that's it, hahaha, the ten-year death anniversary of the Northern Sword Saint is about to come...
laugh……
Before he finished speaking, Wei Yang wiped his neck directly
There is so much nonsense!
Wei Yang said coldly
Help me up!
Zhao Xiangling suddenly said, looking at Wei Yang with a pale face, and a strange look appeared deep in her pupils, but her face was still as cold as frost.
Are you ordering me?
Wei Yang looked at her lightly, but pressed the Feiyan Sword against her throat, as if she was about to kill her at any time.
you……
Zhao Xiangling's face changed, her breath softened, and she said in a deep voice: Take me back to Beihuang City, you will be my guest of honor
What is there for you, a royal celestial lady, that is worthy of my trust!
Wei Yang doesn't trust her
In fact, when Wei Yang left Fengxuan Palace, he did not trust anyone
He was a human being for two lifetimes, even if he had been in Fengxuan Palace in this lifetime and had never gone out, his understanding of people's hearts was far beyond ordinary people.
No one can make tricks in front of him, and no one can deceive him with words and expressions
Even if it is the cold and arrogant and moody master Feng Aoxian, he is only willing to be the minister under her, so he shows weakness.
Feng Xuan Palace, everyone who includes Feng Aoxian, thinks he is a fledgling boy who is ignorant of the world, but he doesn't know that his character is far beyond ordinary people.
In this palace, you can be an imperial edict
What promises you will be fulfilled
Zhao Xiangling's eyes throbbed, but somehow, she felt panic in her heart, as if she was seen through by the gaze of the boy in front of her.
How could this kid have a pair of gazes that can see through people's hearts? Who is he...
Zhao Xiangling thought to herself that she looked extremely handsome and looked a bit like...that man...
Zhao Xiangling was shocked, and then he betted his eyes on Wei Yang's cheek again
No...no... how could this kid's face look so similar to that man?
The man she mentioned was the Northern Sword Saint who was famous in the Great Xuan Realm. He had been dead for ten years
Zhao Xiangling is deeply impressed with the appearance of the Northern Sword Saint Wei Ming.
Not only that, part of the reason why she achieved such a success was because of some of the true swordsmanship passed down by the Northern Sword Saint.
It can be said that the Northern Sword Saint counts half of her master
What is the relationship between the Northern Sword Saint and you?
Zhao Xiangling suddenly asked
This made Wei Yang stunned, and at the same time made him realize that his father's prestige in the northern country was extraordinary.
What does the Northern Sword Saint have to do with you?
Wei Yang's eyes moved, and he did not answer, but asked in the same words.
He is mine...master!
Zhao Xiangling seemed to have noticed a trace of emotional change in Wei Yang's pupils, and couldn't help but say
She was a little surprised. The young man was emotionally calm and restrained from beginning to end. When he mentioned the Northern Sword Saint, he actually had an undetectable emotional change.
This made her feel a little hope
Master... Everyone in the world knows that the Northern Sword Saint never accepts disciples
Wei Yang sneered
Yes, but the Northern Sword Saint was the Northern Royal Emperor's Master.
Zhao Xiangling's eyes rolled and said again
So what?
Wei Yang stared at her
The Northern Sword Saint once left half of the true understanding of the swordsmanship in the royal family. The entire royal family, including those pretentious geniuses, never received any help from it, but I have understood half of the true understanding of the swordsmanship...
From this point of view, am I a disciple of the Northern Sword Saint?
Zhao Xiangling said in a deep voice and asked again
Wei Yang stared at her, unable to see what Zhao Xiangling was thinking.
The royal family was born, and they were always indifferent and cruel, and even if they had never been in contact with them, they could understand them through historical books in their previous lives.
Therefore, Wei Yang did not have much affection for Zhao Xiangling.
But after hearing what she said about the true understanding of the swordsmanship, Wei Yang suddenly changed his mind.
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Looking at Tie Xuanwei rushing towards him, Wei Yang's face turned cold, he raised his right hand and patted forward.
The waves in the palm of your palm are like tides, turning into waves
Peng!
After a crisp sound, a violent airflow appeared in front of him. A transparent air wave emerged from Wei Yang's palm hit Tie Xuanwei, causing Tie Xuanwei to turn over.
Bang bang bang bang...
More than half of Tie Xuanwei were shot down and were about to rush towards Wei Yang again
Zhao Xiangling's eyes were always on Wei Yang, as if she wanted to see what difference he was.
When he took action, Zhao Xiangling was immediately surprised, and she didn't seem to have expected that the young man in front of her had such a strong cultivation level.
Half of the Tie Xuanwei were slapped away in one palm
Suddenly, she became a little interested in Wei Yang
If you can't take it, just step down
Zhao Xiangling said lightly
Your Highness, I captured him and let you deal with it
The leading Tie Xuanwei shouted loudly, pulled out his steel knife and rushed over quickly.
The steel knife turned into a light curtain in front of Wei Yang's eyes and flashed instantly
Wei Yang's body subconsciously flashed, dodged the sword of the leader of Tie Xuanwei, opened his hand and grabbed it in the air, and a long sword escaped from the storage ring, appeared in his hand, and then took the opportunity to take the opportunity to take the opportunity to
laugh!
The Cloud-Treading Beast let out a shrill roar... Then, the Cloud-Treading Beast was cut into two pieces
Although Tie Xuanwei is very strong, as long as there are fewer than a hundred, there will naturally be no threat to the cultivator of the Great Perfect Spiritual Platform Realm, such as Wei Yang.
Bang!
The cloud-strawing beast cut in half, Tie Xuanwei lay on the ground and looked at Wei Yang in shock
Your swordsmanship is a little familiar
Zhao Xiangling was motionless and her eyes were always on Wei Yang. When he used his swordsmanship, she was stunned for a moment.
It seems that this sword technique has been seen somewhere, and it is so familiar
But she couldn't remember it for a while, it was really elusive
She raised her left hand, and the red whip turned into a red snake and threw it over.
Bang...
A crisp sound hit the sword, but it ejected uncontrollably and hit the remaining Tie Xuanwei.
A few bangs...
Tie Xuanwei was shot down to the ground and howled violently
You kid, you dare to stop him... Isn't you sure that your Highness is a royal celestial lady?
Zhao Xiangling shouted coldly, her legs in white lace stockings shook gently on the cloud-stepping beast, and rushed over quickly
Wei Yang's long sword turned in his palm, bringing a sharp aura, and then suddenly slashed down the moment the cloud-stepping beast rushed over.
A puff...
The head of the cloud-treading beast was cut off and fell to the ground and squirmed quickly
Ah……
Zhao Xiangling was frightened by this scene, her body fluctuated violently, and the red whip in her hand also fell on it. Then the instinctive reaction of the Cloud Beast flew out.
Bang!
Zhao Xiangling fell to the ground, her face was gloomy and she shouted angrily:
Wild Dog, I want to kill you!!!
She threw away the long whip in her hand, and a long sword with a red hilt appeared. As soon as the sword turned, her body turned into a red light and flashed away.
clang……
Wei Yang raised his sword and stepped on his chest. After the two swords collided together, a brilliant fire burst out. Then Wei Yang swung his sword with the flow, and his right foot rotated half a circle on the side like a gyro, and his body rushed past.
laugh!
The long sword passed by and cut the short robe on Zhao Xiangling's chest open
Suddenly, the plump and white breasts jumped out, like a frog jumping out of the water, extremely agile and jumping out
Well……
Zhao Xiangling's face changed drastically. She noticed that the short robe was cut, and she was about to throw the sword off her hand on Wei Yang, but at this time, the short robe on her body completely fell off, revealing her slender and beautiful figure.
Wei Yang was also shocked by her figure, her long legs wrapped in white suspender lace stockings, her plump breasts, and her shy face as if she was about to bloom.
The sword stopped in front of Zhao Xiangling's beating breasts
Wei Yang really can't do it
Naked, still fighting me?
Wei Yang laughed, but his eyes looked at Zhao Xiangling's plump breasts, and then slowly moved to her lower body wrapped in black lace panties.
At this moment, except for the underwear, Zhao Xiangling's short robe had completely fallen off, revealing her beautiful figure. Her legs wrapped in white lace slings stood straight on the ground, and her body was slightly undulating.
Who are you...
Zhao Xiangling's face showed a blush, and she felt her chest stand up empty. She didn't like wearing a bra, and she had always just used a short robe to wrap her plump breasts. Now that the short robe fell off, her delicate and plump whee was clearly visible, and her pink nipples were also slightly raised.
This eroticism is something Wei Yang has never seen before
Although I have seen similar breasts, Wei Yang's breathing becomes a little rapid
Feng Xuan Palace, Wei Yang
Wei Yang smiled faintly, took a step forward with his right foot, and instantly appeared in front of Zhao Xiangling, and then gently hit Zhao Xiangling's neck with the hilt of the sword.
Zhao Xiangling suddenly felt her body soft and collapsed in Wei Yang's arms. Her hands were not in a tiny way and subconsciously surrounded Wei Yang's waist.
Little lady, don't do this, otherwise you will be confused
Wei Yang smiled gently, picked up the fallen short robe with his hand, wrapped it in Zhao Xiangling's chest, covering his exposed fat breasts.
I'm going to kill you!
Zhao Xiangling said coldly, but she felt weak and limp in Wei Yang's arms. Her only strength could only stop Wei Yang's waist.
No, that person is here...
At this time, Zhao Xiangling's face changed and she whispered
Before Wei Yang could react, he saw a sword light passing by around, like a brilliant light
Silent...
In one breath, all the Tie Xuanwei were killed, and then a figure appeared in his sight.
A middle-aged man wearing a white robe and holding a long sword appeared
The middle-aged man glanced at Wei Yang and Zhao Xiangling with indifferent eyes, raised his long sword and gently stroked the neck of the leader of Tie Xuanwei...
laugh……
Blood splatters, Tie Xuanwei leader dies
At this moment, all the Tie Xuanwei died
Wei Yang was confused at this time and realized the reason why the mantis beat the cicada and the oriole behind him. This middle-aged man was the oriole who was watching everything.
Seventh Princess, please die
The middle-aged man opposite looked at Zhao Xiangling indifferently and said softly
Zheng Qian, you actually dare to threaten this palace!
Zhao Xiangling, leaning against Wei Yang's arms, looked cold. Even at this moment, she still showed the arrogant and cold temperament that only belongs to the royal family.
Who knows if you kill His Highness Seventh Princess here
Just say that those thieves brought His Highness Seventh Princess and Tie Xuanwei outside the city and designed an ambush. I think no one in the Northern Royal Family should have any questions about this.
Besides, if you are the seventh princess, the prince who controls the power of Tie Xuanwei, shouldn't have studied this too much.
A middle-aged man named Zheng Qian took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood from the sword, looking at Zhao Xiangling with a playful look in his eyes.
He didn't seem to take Wei Yang seriously at all
Did it really design it by my elder brother? The design asked me to go out of the city to pursue these thieves, and then instructed you to intercept me from behind the scenes...
Zhao Xiangling said in a deep voice, pressing Wei Yang's waist with both hands, straightening her body, but the short robe wrapped around her chest quietly slid down.
Hello, you are completely naked, you are seen by that guy
Wei Yang said something
Those who have seen the body of this palace are dead
Before Wei Yang could react, Zhao Xiangling's body jumped forward, and the long sword turned into a stream of light and penetrated through it.
At the end of the power, I have seen through your sword skills. Even if the Northern Sword Saint is resurrected, it will not save your life.
After the cold sound, the sword rose like a cold light, which struck Zhao Xiangling's chest.
puff……
Zhao Xiangling's delicate body trembled and she stood there in a sword wound that appeared under her breasts with one finger wide and two fingers long, and blood sputtered out quickly.
Woo...
Zhao Xiangling let out a low hum from her mouth and slowly lay on the ground
Your Highness Seventh Princess Ah, you only know the military and the law, but you don’t know the politics of the north. Now the person who wants you to die is not just the eldest prince.
If you die, everyone will be at ease. If a swordsman like me, he will not take risks again.
So, this is a win-win situation!
Zheng Qian walked to Zhao Xiangling and stared at her fair body. Half of her body had been dyed red by blood. The white suspender stockings on her legs also turned into blood red.
It's a pity, it's a pity that a beauty like you died like this
If it weren't for the order of the eldest prince, I would like to taste it, but I know very well that women like you must not give you a chance to breathe
It’s a long night and a lot of dreams, so now, please ask Your Highness Seventh Princess to die
After the words came, Zheng Qian's long sword stabbed forward
But at this moment, a bright light flashed by
clang……
Zheng Qian's long sword in his hand was shocked, almost venting his hand, and his body was shocked and took a few steps back.
who!
Zheng Qian stabilized his body, glanced around and shouted loudly
The enemy is right in front of you, where are you looking?
Wei Yang looked at him coldly, then raised his hand and the sword blade reappeared in his hand.
It is the middle-grade magic weapon given to him by Master Feng Aoxian, the Flying Sword
Controlled by divine thoughts, connected with the breath of the body, after three days and three nights of sacrifice, it has long been integrated with Wei Yang's divine thoughts
It's you little devil!
Turning his eyes to Wei Yang, Zheng Qian showed a sarcastic look on his face, but then he was stunned for a moment and found the flying sword in Wei Yang's hand.
A medium-grade magic weapon...who are you?
He was extremely shocked, surprised that the middle-grade magic weapon flying sword that Wei Yang held was actually the flying sword. The light that blocked his long sword just now was the flying smoke sword.
What did you say about the Northern Sword Saint...
I really want to know, what will happen to you compared to the Northern Sword Saint?
Wei Yang held the Flying Sword in his right hand and glanced at him faintly.
Zhao Xiangling looked at Wei Yang in surprise, but never expected that he had the middle-grade magic weapon flying sword in his hand.
But my heart was filled with a cold again. Even if it was a middle-grade magic weapon, it would be extremely difficult to deal with a cultivator like Zheng Qian who was close to the realm of the realm.
You should go, this palace killed countless people in this life, even if it is killed, it is natural.
This matter has nothing to do with you
Zhao Xiangling said lightly, lying on the ground and gasping gently
Now, it is no longer a grudge between you and him. Wei Yang shook his head lightly.
Do you have a grudge against him?
Zhao Xiangling asked in confusion
I have no grudges, but I just said it, I have made grudges with me
Little devil, seeking death
Zheng Qiang Leng shouted, the long sword turned into a curtain, split into three sword shadows, and stabbed Wei Yang from three directions.
At this moment, Wei Yang's storage ring lit up and an umbrella appeared in his vacant left hand. The umbrella surface was stretched open and he stroked in front of him.
Dangdangdangdangdangdang!
After three collisions, the sword shadow flew down. At the same time, Wei Yang raised his right hand, and the flying smoke sword in his hand instantly shuttled through under the control of his divine thoughts, turning into a sharp light and shadow, flashing through Zheng Qian's chest.
A puff
Zheng Qian's body took more than ten steps back before stopping, but he felt a severe pain in his chest. Then he saw a deep bone-sighted wound, and blood was pouring out.
Ah……
Zheng Qian let out a shrill howl, but never expected that Wei Yang would be so flexible in controlling the flying sword, and he also had a magic weapon to defend against his own attack.
The umbrella was like a fine iron. The sword shadow hit it and only ejected a fire, causing no damage to him at all.
A click
Zheng Qian could no longer hold the sword in his hand, and fell to the ground again. He lay on the ground and gasped violently, looked at Wei Yang in a bit incredible, and asked in a deep voice... Who are you, little devil?
Not only him, but even Zhao Xiangling, who was injured, looked at Wei Yang in surprise. She never expected that this young man had such incredible cultivation.
Even Zheng Qian, who is at the peak of the spiritual platform realm, can be injured
Although it is because of the flying sword magic weapon, the power of the magic weapon depends on the user's cultivation level.
In Zhao Xiangling's eyes, Wei Yang's attack on the flying sword magic weapon just now is no less weak than the real person realm cultivation.
Didn’t you say that even if the Northern Sword Saint comes here, he can’t save her?
Now... how do I compare with the Northern Sword Saint?
Wei Yang took a step forward and looked at Zheng Qian with a sarcastic look, but there was murderous intention in his eyes.
You...your face?
Zheng Qian was shocked, as if he had thought of something through Wei Yang's face, and then he laughed wildly, hahaha, so that's it, hahaha, the ten-year death anniversary of the Northern Sword Saint is about to come...
laugh……
Before he finished speaking, Wei Yang wiped his neck directly
There is so much nonsense!
Wei Yang said coldly
Help me up!
Zhao Xiangling suddenly said, looking at Wei Yang with a pale face, and a strange look appeared deep in her pupils, but her face was still as cold as frost.
Are you ordering me?
Wei Yang looked at her lightly, but pressed the Feiyan Sword against her throat, as if she was about to kill her at any time.
you……
Zhao Xiangling's face changed, her breath softened, and she said in a deep voice: Take me back to Beihuang City, you will be my guest of honor
What is there for you, a royal celestial lady, that is worthy of my trust!
Wei Yang doesn't trust her
In fact, when Wei Yang left Fengxuan Palace, he did not trust anyone
He was a human being for two lifetimes, even if he had been in Fengxuan Palace in this lifetime and had never gone out, his understanding of people's hearts was far beyond ordinary people.
No one can make tricks in front of him, and no one can deceive him with words and expressions
Even if it is the cold and arrogant and moody master Feng Aoxian, he is only willing to be the minister under her, so he shows weakness.
Feng Xuan Palace, everyone who includes Feng Aoxian, thinks he is a fledgling boy who is ignorant of the world, but he doesn't know that his character is far beyond ordinary people.
In this palace, you can be an imperial edict
What promises you will be fulfilled
Zhao Xiangling's eyes throbbed, but somehow, she felt panic in her heart, as if she was seen through by the gaze of the boy in front of her.
How could this kid have a pair of gazes that can see through people's hearts? Who is he...
Zhao Xiangling thought to herself that she looked extremely handsome and looked a bit like...that man...
Zhao Xiangling was shocked, and then he betted his eyes on Wei Yang's cheek again
No...no... how could this kid's face look so similar to that man?
The man she mentioned was the Northern Sword Saint who was famous in the Great Xuan Realm. He had been dead for ten years
Zhao Xiangling is deeply impressed with the appearance of the Northern Sword Saint Wei Ming.
Not only that, part of the reason why she achieved such a success was because of some of the true swordsmanship passed down by the Northern Sword Saint.
It can be said that the Northern Sword Saint counts half of her master
What is the relationship between the Northern Sword Saint and you?
Zhao Xiangling suddenly asked
This made Wei Yang stunned, and at the same time made him realize that his father's prestige in the northern country was extraordinary.
What does the Northern Sword Saint have to do with you?
Wei Yang's eyes moved, and he did not answer, but asked in the same words.
He is mine...master!
Zhao Xiangling seemed to have noticed a trace of emotional change in Wei Yang's pupils, and couldn't help but say
She was a little surprised. The young man was emotionally calm and restrained from beginning to end. When he mentioned the Northern Sword Saint, he actually had an undetectable emotional change.
This made her feel a little hope
Master... Everyone in the world knows that the Northern Sword Saint never accepts disciples
Wei Yang sneered
Yes, but the Northern Sword Saint was the Northern Royal Emperor's Master.
Zhao Xiangling's eyes rolled and said again
So what?
Wei Yang stared at her
The Northern Sword Saint once left half of the true understanding of the swordsmanship in the royal family. The entire royal family, including those pretentious geniuses, never received any help from it, but I have understood half of the true understanding of the swordsmanship...
From this point of view, am I a disciple of the Northern Sword Saint?
Zhao Xiangling said in a deep voice and asked again
Wei Yang stared at her, unable to see what Zhao Xiangling was thinking.
The royal family was born, and they were always indifferent and cruel, and even if they had never been in contact with them, they could understand them through historical books in their previous lives.
Therefore, Wei Yang did not have much affection for Zhao Xiangling.
But after hearing what she said about the true understanding of the swordsmanship, Wei Yang suddenly changed his mind.
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