Chapter 252 (1/2)

Yan Zhaoge kicked a gap in the outer wall of the ancestral residence of the Wang family.

Between the smoke and dust, suddenly there was a flash of knife light, splitting towards Yan Zhaoge.

The sword light is like a mountain, as steep as a strange peak, and as continuous as a mountain. The sword light encircles yanzhaoge in an instant.

Yan Zhaoge doesn't look at it either. He hits it with one fist, crosses the knife light, and directly blows his opponent upside down.

When a person flies out, the sword light is more powerful in front of him. There are more enemies. They urge the ancestral Lianshan sword technique of Wang family to kill Yan Zhaoge.

At the same time, in the light of this mountain like sword, there is a dark and cold wind, mixed with it, which also blows towards Yan Zhaoge.

Heiyan mountain's unique learning, wind seeking sword style!

The name of the sword pursues the wind faster than the wind. There are several fast swords in the world, which can be compared with the seventy-two swords of Tianlei hall.

It's a light of secluded sword. It comes first after it's sent. It's caught in the light of sword. It's overwhelming!

Yan Zhaoge reached out with one hand, his index finger and thumb together, and grasped his opponent's sword.

In an instant, the sword light disappears and the sword wind is still. The long sword held by Yan Zhaoge's two fingers can't move.

At the same time, Yan Zhaoge is full of vigorous Qi, standing still, vigorous vigorous Qi will turn into a storm, which will scatter the light of the sword!

In front of him, the martial arts of the black nightmare mountain also responded very quickly. The sword in his hand was pinched by Yan Zhaoge, and he immediately abandoned it.

But whether it's a change of attack or an immediate retreat, before he can make the next move, he is shocked to find that the hilt of the long sword is facing his original master!

With a sound of ”Chi”, there was no sharp hilt. Like a sharp sword, it broke the strong Qi of the black nightmare mountain warrior and directly stabbed him in the chest.

People around looked at Yan Zhaoge in horror, holding the sharp point of the long sword with two fingers, and then sent it forward with light arms, taking the hilt as the blade, stabbing the black nightmare mountain warrior to death.

Yan Zhaoge looks as usual. As soon as his arm is closed, the hilt of his sword is drawn from his opponent's chest.

Without changing hands, Yan Zhaoge held the tip of the sword with his two fingers like this, as if to kill himself. He used the hilt as the blade and did it at will, but he had already surpassed the sword of most of the masters in the world, and killed all the fighters who surrounded him nearby.

When the wall was broken, Yan Zhaoge entered the courtyard and killed many people in an instant, clearing out a place around him. There were no living people except him.

Yan Zhaoge's eyes were calm, and his long sword was suddenly thrown to one side, turning into a flash of light.

In the dark fog, a warrior is trying to hide himself in the dark and quietly approach. As a result, he is directly nailed to the ground by this sword.

The master of the other side is also approaching quickly, ready to block the breach caused by yanzhaoge.

A clap dead a congenital late master, Yan Zhaoge shook his head: ”not a great master, don't die.”

As he spoke, he turned around, raised his hand, and sealed a man's fist.

This life has a long horse face, full of vigorous Qi. Like Yan Zhaoge, the top of the head has a bright light through the sky. It's not illusory, but real. It's also a top master who steps into the sky!

I don't look very old either, but in my early thirties, vigorous Qi and puffs turned into Taoist black wind, which is clearly the lineage of Heiyan mountain.

His eyes were yellow and bloody, and he had fallen into the devil. His eyes were fixed on Yan Zhaoge, full of hatred and dissatisfaction.

”Those who come out of Guangcheng mountain should die!”

The horse faced man drank loudly, and his whole body was full of vigorous Qi, which condensed into an unreal world filled with black tornadoes.