After taking a breath, Xiang Yang said with pain: "Didn't it be said that I killed it!"

After saying that, Xiang Yang thrust forward, and a stream of energy surged out of his body and turned into a strong wind.

In response, the man took more than ten steps back and hit his right palm. As the cultivation power surged out, a wind wall emerged from his palm, blocking the strong wind that surged from Xiangyang's body.

"Uh!" Xiang Yang suddenly screamed, then knelt on one knee to the ground. His right shoulder began to hurt, and with the injuries on his body, he could no longer hold on.

"Are you kneeling down to me and begging for mercy?" the man asked, "But do you think I will bypass you?"

What surprised the man was that Xiang Yang became more and more painful. He knelt on the ground with both knees, scratched his head with both hands, shivered all over his body, and cold sweat continued to emerge from his pale face.

"Ah!" Xiang Yang suddenly looked up at the sky and let out a heart-wrenching scream, feeling that the bone on his right shoulder had been broken, and the broken bones pierced his skin bit by bit like nails.

He raised his left hand and pressed his right shoulder tightly, and his body fell to the front right due to imbalance.

The man showed confusion: Although Xiang Yang was not strong, he was not so vulnerable, so why was he so painful?

After hesitating for a while, he walked forward a few steps and said, "As long as you tell me the murderer who killed my brother, I can give you a pleasure."

It was not until the man stopped that Xiang Yang raised his head with difficulty. At this time, his face was hard to be distorted, and his eyes were filled with pain and despair.

"He...really...I killed him." Xiang Yang gasped. After saying that, he screamed again.

The man frowned and felt pity.

"No matter whether you killed it or not, I will fulfill your wish for death because you are so painful and determined to die!" said the man.

"Here, here," Xiang Yang gently patted his right shoulder with his left hand, "It hurts so much here, help me cut it off!"

Looking at Xiang Yang's right shoulder, a light flashed in the man's eyes. He was stunned for a moment and exclaimed: "The pain on his right shoulder is unbearable, is it?"

Before the man finished speaking, Xiang Yang, who was knocking on the ground, suddenly stood up, grinned, and let out a shrill and hoarse howl, looking extremely painful.

A dazzling light shot out from his right shoulder, and then a sword tip emitting white light appeared.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

In Xiangyang's increasingly hoarse and torn swelling, a sword that was transparent and dazzlingly emitting a dazzling light slowly emerged from his right shoulder.

The man was stunned when he saw the originally dark parking lot illuminated by sword light.

When the entire sword was completely exposed from Xiangyang's shoulder, Xiangyang fell to the ground.

The man did not approach until the light of the sword disappeared.

After carefully looking at the sword for a while, the man sighed: "This mirror sword body is transparent. Could it be that this kid is a master Yuanli!"

When they finished speaking, the man was shocked by his own words. In their world, Yuanli Master is the most precious and priceless treasure. If he could discover a Yuanli Master, it would be a great achievement. In addition to a large bounty, he could also be awarded the title.

This was originally a happy event. However, when the man thought that Xiang Yang was the murderer who killed his brother, and that he might take revenge on him after he achieved success in the future, he was very worried. He was hesitant whether to capture Xiang Yang and present it to the king, or to take the opportunity to kill him!

After thinking about it again and again, the man decided to kill him.

A stream of cultivation power flowed out of his body and turned into a strong wind to attack towards the ocean.

However, to the man's surprise, Xiang Yang's mirror sword suddenly flashed through, sucking in the strong wind that turned into his cultivation.

The man tried again, but the result was the same.

He was wondering why this mirror sword could absorb his cultivation power? Could it be that Master Yuanli’s mirror sword can be like this?

After thinking about it, the man pulled out his mirror sword from his right shoulder. Generally speaking, the mirror sword of the wind cultivator only has a hilt and no sword body, and the man's mirror sword is no exception.

At the mirror sword of Xiang Yang, the man waved his mirror sword.

Since you can't hurt Xiang Yang, then destroy his mirror sword first.

Usually, when a wind-type cultivator swings his sword, the wind-type cultivator in his body will be injected into the mirror sword to form a sword body until he stops exercising his cultivation power.

It is precisely because of this that although there is only a sword hilt, the sword body of the wind-type cultivator's mirror sword is longer than that of other cultivators. The length of the sword body depends on how much cultivation they inject into the sword.

Therefore, even though it is more than two meters away from Xiang Yang's mirror sword, the man's mirror sword can cut Xiang Yang's mirror sword.

However, the man saw that Xiang Yang's mirror sword was not affected at all. He waved it for more than ten times in a row, but the result was still the same.

"Damn it!" The man was so angry that he was a little helpless.

Under the protection of Xiang Yangjing Sword, he would not hurt Xiang Yang at all. If he had forced himself, he might not have destroyed the Jing Jian, but would have hurt himself instead.

After pondering for a while, the man gave up the idea of ​​killing Xiang Yang and left in disappointment.

About a quarter of an hour later.

"Xiang Yang, Xiang Yang!"

In the coma, I vaguely heard someone calling his name, and Xiang Yang opened his eyes slightly.

As his vision gradually became clear, he saw Zhao Gaoming's face clearly.

Zhao Gaoming was more than a meter away from him, and seemed to be deliberately keeping a distance from him.

"Is this sword yours?" Zhao Gaoming asked, pointing to the mirror sword that was still above him.

"Sword?" Xiangyang opened his eyes blankly, and suddenly a light flashed in his eyes. He had seen the Mirror Sword, so he knew it was a Mirror Sword, but he didn't know it was his own Mirror Sword.

"It won't let me approach you!" Zhao Gaoming said, "Are you protecting you?"

"Protect me?" Xiang Yang frowned, his eyes shot out again, and then exclaimed: "Is this my mirror sword?"

He immediately stood up, bowed his body slightly, and slowly reached his hand towards the Mirror Sword.

When his hand held the hilt of the Mirror Sword, a dazzling light suddenly emanated from the Mirror Sword, which scared him and Zhao Gaoming!

He could feel the energy in his body flowing into the mirror sword, integrating him and the mirror sword.

After waving the mirror sword twice, he said to himself: "It turns out that the shoulder pain is because of it!"

"What kind of shoulder pain?" Zhao Gaoming asked.

Xiang Yang looked at Zhao Gaoming, and raised his mirror sword at the same time explained: "This sword is my mirror sword, which is condensed by the elemental power in my body, and is considered an extension of my body and elemental power."

Zhao Gaoming nodded and asked again: "What is Yuanli?"

Xiang Yang held his forehead and sighed, "It's a long story, so I won't say it. By the way, why are you here? Has that woman solved it?"

"Which woman?"

"Which other woman can be there? The one she gave to you to deal with just now."

"Just now! Xiang Yang, are you so stupid? When did we meet just now?"

"You are stupid, obviously." Xiang Yang wanted to speak, and then was shocked, "The school grass man just now wasn't you!"
Chapter completed!