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First of all, Ye Yang's eyes are surrounded by a mountain of thousands of Li, standing on the wall of a thousand Ren, straight into the clouds, majestic atmosphere.

In the middle of the mountain, a straight crack divides the whole mountain into two, rolling river water, and flows slowly between the two mountains.

Not yet near the mountains, a desire to pierce the sky, cut the sky and split the earth of destruction, let people from the bones of hair cold.

In front of the idea of chongtian sword, everyone is like a mole ant. They can only look up to them and can't resist at all.

Even when ye Yang just looked at the mountain, he was shocked. This is a kind of Kendo will. After countless years, he still hasn't been destroyed. How strong is the man who cut this sword.

Ye Yang looked at the map and determined the coordinates. The one marked here is called Tianjian Canyon, which is relatively safe in the ancient battlefield.

Later generations speculated that it should be a sword cut by an ancient swordsman before his death, which contains his sword will, so it will never die.

This place has become the only place for all sword practitioners to enter the ancient battlefield, because it will benefit a lot if you can understand the will of the ancient swordsman here.

What's more, on the rock wall split by the swordsman, a kind of strange divine grass, named Tianjian grass, has been grown here. It contains pure sword meaning. It can help the group to cultivate the sword faster and understand the meaning of the sword. It is priceless.

Looking at thousands of disciples from different schools at the foot of the mountain, Ye Yang could not help but realize that when he came here, he saw all the people with long swords hanging on their waists, which turned out to be sword cultivation.

Ye Yang opened his mind and saw that among the thousands of disciples, some were meditating at the foot of the mountain, and some were slightly higher, stretching for thousands of miles.

And there are two people in front of it. They have reached the middle of the mountain. They are hundreds of miles away.

Ye Yang couldn't help laughing when he looked at the two men, because he recognized them. The next one was the cold rain at night. At this time, he was meditating with his eyes closed.

In front of him, more than 400 miles away, he was wearing a black cloak with a gloomy yellow boundless face.

All of a sudden, a gust of wind blew through the gorge, and a dozen blades of grass in the shape of a sword flew out, causing a burst of exclamation from all the people below.

Huang Wuya stares at the front coldly. Seeing the leaves flying in front of him, he reaches out one hand carefully and grabs it in the air quickly. There are four Tianjian grasses collected by him.

Ye Yang's eyes narrowed, because he saw Huang Wuyuan collecting Tianjian grass, that arm was actually a small wound cut by an invisible force.

The rest of Tianjian grass continued to fly downward. The night rain and cold opened his eyes, his eyes were like electricity, and his right hand continued to probe. In an instant, he grasped three tianjiancao, and then exhausted and declined. He could only watch the remaining several tianjiancao fly down.

Seeing the appearance of Tianjian grass at the bottom of the sword, he reached out and grabbed it in a hurry. However, he did not know why his palm had not touched the grass. His whole arm was elbow length and broken, as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.

The man immediately uttered a sad cry, but still a bite of teeth, stretched out another hand, in the air a fish, finally caught a sword grass.

It turned out to be a hillside. Kendo will was extremely terrifying. The strong wind from the valley hung out. After passing through the valley, the Kendo will was as sharp as invisible blades.

Otherwise, with Huang Wuyuan's character, how can he let so much fat fly away in front of his eyes? It's really the strong wind that is too terrible to swallow alone.

Although tianjiancao is the most precious, everyone can't help admiring him for his ruthlessness.

The people at the bottom also fished for it one after another, but the more people went down, the more powerful it was, and the success rate was very high.

However, there are dozens of people occupying any place. Some people have just caught the grass. A long sword directly cuts off his head and takes away the grass.

Every time the Tianjian grass appeared below, it was in disorder. Now, on the continuous mountain, all the blood was found, and the corpse had been thrown into the rolling river.

Ye Yang took a look at Huang Wuyuan, and saw that he was looking at the cold night rain with cold eyes, and a killing opportunity appeared on his face.

I know that this guy is jealous of the cold night rain. He is not as good as he is in terms of cultivation. But when it comes to the cultivation of kendo, ye Yuhan wants to dump him for several streets, which makes him jealous.

Especially when the night rain and cold collected Tianjian grass, he was calm and calm. Obviously, he sensed the threat brought by the invisible vigorous wind and avoided it in advance, which was beyond his ability.

Looking at the killing intention on Huang Wuyuan's face, Ye Yang moves in his heart and finds a place where there is no one and quietly changes his old clothes.

Wearing a purple suit, he restored his virtue with his nostrils facing the sky and his eyes higher than the top. He thought about carrying a ancestral sword behind his back. This ancestral sword was contributed by the young master of Shenquan sect. Now, looking behind his back, let alone, it really has the demeanor of a generation of experts.

This man depends on his clothes and saddle, looks at his looks and wears them. He has an ancestral vessel beside his body. His demeanor has been greatly improved.

Looking in the mirror, I lifted my voice twice, and I felt that I had made everything safe. Finally, like a shoulder pole in my waist, I walked towards the sky sword gorge step by step.Now at the bottom of Tianjian gorge, there is a fight. A corpse is lying on the ground with blood flowing.

"You demon clan is really deceiving people. Do you really want to fight against us in purple wind holy land?" A purple wind Holy Land disciple snapped.

Today, there are only five disciples of Zifeng holy land, including the one on the ground who has clocked in the underworld.

There were eleven people in front of them. All of them were the strong men of the Sirius family and the qingjiao clan. One of the strong men of the Sirius clan was stained with blood on his palm. He was slowly sticking out his tongue and licking it. He said with disdain, "let's go to war. Your uncle of Zifeng's son killed so many of us. Do you really think we'll do that?"

"Asshole, our son said, that person is not our purple wind Holy Land" the purple wind Holy Land disciple big voice way.

"Idiot, who can you cheat by playing this trick? If I kill your people now, you can also find our young master. Our little Lord also said that I am not a member of the Sirius clan, so I will have nothing to do with it. " The way that the strong man of the Sirius clan disdains.

"You're trying to argue"

"so what, we're just doggerel, and we robbed your Tianjian grass. What can you do?" The strong man of the Sirius clan looks proud.

It turned out that just now, a sword cultivation in Zifeng holy land got a lucky Tianjian grass. As soon as he got it, he was attacked by a strong man of the Sirian family and killed him. Don't take it away.

The two sides were at daggers drawn, but the number of purple wind holy land was significantly less than that of let, occupying a disadvantage.

"Hum, get out of here quickly, or you'll leave your life," said the strong man of the Sirius clan.

His words caused a burst of laughter from his teammates behind him. The four disciples of Zifeng holy land were angry and had to bear it.

"You wait for us, our son will never let you go," said the disciple of Zifeng holy land.

Just as they were about to leave, a lazy voice came out: "it's better to rely on people than on yourself. Just for my grandson, you can't count on it"

a sentence immediately attracted everyone's attention. They moved their eyes from the two forces, looked at the distant figure of the wind, and exclaimed, "people in purple?"

Ye Yang walked in all directions and came to the public in the eyes of all.

"Pa"

slapped on the face and said, "what purple clothes man, I have my own name, I remember my name is Jiang Taizu"

the arrogant voice resounded all over the audience, and all of them reacted from the shock, and the purple clothes man who broke the sky appeared.

"Asshole, are you the one who killed us?" Before the innocent disciple who was beaten shows up, the strong man of the Sirius clan suddenly has a fierce light in his eyes and will rush forward at any time.

Ye Yang didn't even look at them. He pointed to the disciples of Zifeng holy land and cursed, "you've lost all the faces of Zifeng holy land. How can you be worthy of your master, your ancestors, and me"

those four people were scolded with angry eyes and tongue tied, and their heads were clouded for a moment I don't know how to answer Ye Yang's "Rage".

"What's the meaning of bullying some small shrimps at ordinary times, bullying the big ones if you want to bully them, which is challenging. You are letting me down too much." Ye Yang was furious and scolded, spitting stars like autumn rain on their faces.

However, they did not dare to wipe it, because they were not sure of the identity of the man, because he called himself Jiang Taizu. That was the same generation as the leader Jiang Taixu, and it was really the grandparent of Jiang Yifeng.

Because of the two branches of the Zifeng holy land, one is Jiang and the other is Jiang, which makes them unable to distinguish the true from the false.

"Cough, master, can you tell me what kind of pulse you are?" the disciple inquired carefully before he knew it.

"Jiang Taixu is my cousin and Jiang Yuyao is my cousin. Why are you questioning my identity? Who is your master? " Ye Yang asked unhappily.

As soon as the man heard Jiang Yuyao, he immediately believed his words, because Jiang Yuyao was a holy land and nobody knew it.

"The villain is Li Xiangdong, the disciple of the four elders," the disciple replied quickly.

"Hum, Jiang biechang is an old colored stick. He just married his fourteenth wife this year, and he is still his cousin. Don't learn from that worthless old thing." Ye Yang said with disgust. All these contents were read through Xiaotian, and the other party didn't know anything about it.

Li Xiangdong immediately had no doubt. Even such a secret matter, he knew that he was definitely a real holy land person. Others pretended not to come, so he knelt down in a hurry and said, "I've seen my grandfather"

Ye Yang nodded with satisfaction and said, "get up, don't be afraid of anything in the future. You'll be supported by your grandfather"

before Li Xiangdong and other people answer, he gets hurt After a long time in the air, the strong man of Sirius suddenly yelled, "go to your mother's grandfather and die for me."www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!