The two people lying on the ground are Thousand Faces and Thunderstorms.

Yang Zhi was in awe. Although Qianfang was not very good at martial arts, he was a million-dollar one. His best ability was to hide his whereabouts and track them. Such people were quite alert to the enemy's behavior. As for thunderstorms, the martial arts cultivation level of level 8, the elderly thief followed him on the battlefield for many years, and had a natural intuition about danger. Two such people were captured silently and could not even speak out for warnings. Yang Zhi thought he could not do this ability.

The only thing that made Yang Zhi feel at ease was that both of them were still alive and were just restrained.

Yang Zhi looked up and looked at the dense woods opposite him tightly. A man in black was slowly walking out from there with his hands behind his back. When he walked past Qianmian and Thunderstorm, he didn't see any movement. The two of them suddenly were rolled up from the ground and flew backwards, not knowing how many trees they had knocked down.

"The remnants of the Yang family, I didn't expect to appear here again, hahaha! OK, very good!" The person came to me and said in a silence, "It's not worth it. I often come and take a look. Sure enough, hehe, hahaha, Yang Zhi, the last bit of blood in the Yang family."

"Who are you?" Yang Zhi asked coldly, his qi spread all over his body, and his bones rang out in sequence. The small sword hovered on his right hand had reached his left hand, and he held it in his palm, holding the black sword behind his right hand, and his whole spirit was concentrated on the other party.

He knew that this time he had encountered a great enemy in his life.

"You don't need to know who I am." The visitor sneered and stretched out his palm, slowly pinching his fingers one by one, "But it's really a great pleasure to be able to kill the drop of blood that he had left in front of Yang Yihe's grave in front of Yang Yihe's grave."

"If you want to kill me, you have to see if you have the ability to let my grandfather see my current majesty in front of my grandfather's grave." Yang Zhi pulled out the huge black sword behind him one by one, holding the hilt of the sword in both hands, but the small sword disappeared.

He raised the black sword high, stepped forward and kicked backward, and Yang Zhi stared at the other party fiercely.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

He shouted loudly, and with each shout, his momentum increased one point. The courage of the general trained by the military battles made Yang Zhi's murderous aura very different from those of the Jianghu. Fighting in the Jianghu and the decisive battle on the battlefield is completely different. Once the Jianghu and the Jianghu characters encounter a general of the same level of the battlefield, defeat is inevitable.

After three loud shouts, the black sword in Yang Zhi's hand slashed heavily.

A master of martial arts at level 9, slashed with shocking momentum. Wherever the sword wind reached, trees as thick as bowls broke from the interruption. Yang Zhi practiced the martial arts of the sect, but he was in the way of killing. After immersed in the battlefield for a long time, every move and every move revealed the momentum of moving forward and having an enemy but not self. This kind of spirit of a general on the battlefield is definitely not something that the people in the martial arts world cannot learn.

The man in black sneered and fought back without retreating. His palm easily penetrated into the cover of the black sword. With a light slap as if nothing had happened, the black sword in Yang Zhi's hand immediately swung away. His other two fingers were put together and pointed at Yang Zhi's chest and abdomen.

"The pearl of rice grains also shines brightly!"

The black sword was swept open, and Yang Zhi, whose middle abdomen was wide open, snorting, and the black sword that swept away circled in the air. Regardless of the threat between the chest and abdomen, it still slashed at the other party's head with one sword.

The disappeared sword suddenly sounded and flashed out from Yang Zhi's back hand, facing the two fingers of the man in black.

"It's interesting!" The man in black bounced his fingers, and the little sword buzzed, soaring into the sky. The man in black swayed and had already withdrawn from the scope of the black sword. "It's really not easy for you to practice the sword-controlling skills of Wanjian Sect to this point. No wonder Bi Wanjian protects you like an old hen protects the chicken. It's a pity that you haven't pierced that layer of window paper. It's really not easy for you to reach the level of a master. It's really not easy to kill you again."

Yang Zhi took a long breath. In the flash of the confrontation just now, the two sides fought several times, but they also found out their background. The other party took action, his energy was restrained and he did not slacken at all, which formed a sharp contrast with his own actions. The one he met was a master level master.

Today is a disaster.

Yang Zhi never had the idea of ​​running away. If he wanted to escape in front of a master, it would only make him die faster. If he had more than a hundred guards beside him at this time, he had a hundred ways to kill a master, but he was the only one, it would be difficult to deal with.

Apart from hard work, there is no second way to go.

Yang Zhi suddenly remembered Qin Feng. In the Battle of Hengdian, Qin Feng took over the master Deng Pu, so he successfully killed Deng Pu? The last time he met with Qin Feng, didn’t he say that he is much stronger than him in Hengdian at that time? The master in front of him may not be much stronger than Deng Pu.

Qin Fengxing, why can’t he do it?

Of course I can do it.

"I can do it, I can do it!" With a loud roar, Yang Zhi rushed up again. This time, the little sword no longer hides its tracks, but instead roars around Yang Zhi at high speed, and from time to time, like a poisonous snake protruding out of the crane, spying on the enemy's flaws. Whenever he finds a little opportunity, he will stab out like lightning.

When Yang Zhi fights the enemy, he often uses everything he can use, but today, except for a big sword and a small sword, he doesn't want to use everything else. The division is weak, and the concentration is strong. Facing such a strong opponent, Yang Zhi dares not be distracted and used more.

After several rounds of rolling and fighting, Yang Zhi suddenly flew backwards and rolled several times in the air to the ground. He fell so miserably. He knelt on one knee, leaned on the ground with a black sword, and blood oozed out from the corner of his mouth.

"Why didn't you kill me just now?" he asked viciously. The move he knocked him away just now could kill him.

"Torturing his optimistic grandson in front of Old Yang is a great pleasure in life, hahaha, this old man has been strong all his life, but now he can't even protect his grandson, hahaha!" The man in black smiled grimly and approached Yang Zhi step by step: "When you have enough fun, I will kill you, and then level Yang Lao's grave and crush your Yang clan's bones and ashes, that's happiness."

"You dare!" Yang Zhi was furious and wanted to be crazy. He rose up again and rushed towards the other party.

The man in black laughed and responded to Yang Zhi's repeated attacks in an understatement.

Bang!

Yang Zhifei flew out.

Get up and rush up.

Bang!

In a moment, he flew out again.

Yang Zhi, who was invincible on the battlefield, was now like a ball, being played with by his opponents on applause.

When Yang Zhi flew out again, the black sword in his hand was covered with cracks, and the small sword that was constantly flying in the air was bounced to where the man in black pointed. Yang Zhi could no longer control it and returned.

Seeing the man in black approaching him step by step, Yang Zhi struggled to stand up, holding the sword in both hands, and with a little force, the black sword that had been with him for more than ten years suddenly turned into pieces and fell down with a bang.

"I've had enough fun, go and die!" The man in black laughed and reached out and pinched Yang Zhi's throat. Yang Zhi shouted fiercely, raised his hands, locking the other party's hands.

"It seems that there is still some brute force. The internal energy of the true qi has been cultivated to your level. Before I could see the level of the penetration, Bi Wanjian had too high expectations for you." The man in black sneered, but his hand pressed down one by one.

The force in the opponent's hand was as heavy as a mountain, and the strands of true energy were like sharp awls, constantly drilling into Yang Zhi's last defense, and Yang Zhi's eyes turned black.

"It seems that I can level Yang Yihe's grave." The man in black smiled proudly, waved his empty hand, and with a loud bang, Yang Yihe's grave between the four big trees was instantly razed.

"No!" Yang Zhi hissed, seeing the grave breaking, the coffin in the tomb breaks, bones fly around, his throat sweetened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Go to die!" Amid the wild cry, the true energy that was about to be exhausted in Yang Zhi's dantian suddenly condensed into a bunch, and from the dantian, the true energy that was walking among the limbs and bones gathered along the way, like a sharp sword, stabbed out with a hiss.

"Huh!" The man in black exclaimed, suddenly let go, and retreated quickly.

"Bastard, go to die!" Yang Zhi roared wildly, jumped up and chased the man in black. Unlike the violent scattering when he first took action, his energy gathered and condensed without scattering in a square inch. Although his true power was consumed at this time than at the beginning, his power increased a lot when he took action.

At the time of life and death, seeing that the graves of the most beloved elders were destroyed, Yang Zhi was shocked and angry, and felt guilty and regretful, and finally broke through the last pass and successfully pushed open the door.

Although Yang Zhi successfully pushed open the door, his opponent seemed to be unaffected. No matter how desperate Yang Zhi attacked, the opponent could easily resolve his attack.

When Yang Zhi was shaken to the ground by the opponent again, he found in despair that even though he finally broke through the threshold of the master like Qin Feng, his opponent seemed to have greatly increased his skills at this moment, and he still had no chance of winning in front of him.

This time, the man in black did not pursue the victory again, but tilted his head to look at Yang Zhi. As he looked, he suddenly burst into laughter.

This time, his laughing voice was very different from before.

The light of dawn came late. Yang Zhi, who was about to take action again, was stunned when he heard the laughter.

This sound is very familiar.

The man in black laughed wildly, reached out to touch his face, and a familiar face appeared in front of Yang Zhi.
Chapter completed!