Chapter 215 I am Wuhen Lei Zang

It's Wang Yang!

Only when he heard the sound, Yang Jun recognized the shadow as his best friend Wang Yang.

only……

Why did he come so coincidental?

"Is it Wang Yang?"

Liu Xiaoru quietly approached Yang Jun and asked in a low voice.

Nodded, Yang Jun didn't say anything.

"He is so fast! Do you know what martial arts he practices? I haven't seen him for some days, but I didn't expect that he has such a high martial arts skills in "Jianghu"..."

Liu Xiaoru was very moved when she looked at Wang Yang as she was rushing over like a ghost.

In fact, it was not just her, but Yang Jun also felt impressed. When he gave Wang Yang the sword score that he had given Wang Yang the thirteen Deadly Swords, how could he expect that Wang Yang would be able to practice to such a level one day?

Wang Yang was wearing black clothes and black pants tonight, and a black cloth head cover was covered with a black cloth head cover. The black cloth head cover only dug two holes in both eyes. Except for a pair of cool eyes, no one could see the appearance of his cloth covering him.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

The leading elder told Wang Yang that he was nearly ten meters away. He suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed it. A white light suddenly appeared in his palm. The white light flashed in a flash. She was obviously summoning her phantom beast. Before her phantom beast turned into a weapon, her people had already pounced on the huge rock. In the air, the white light in her palm suddenly stretched and widened, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a shiny giant knife like a guillotine.

"snort!"

He snorted heavily, and the sad giant knife slashed at Wang Yang who flashed up like a ghost.

"Such a big knife?"

Wang Yang sarcastically said, stretching his hands forward at the same time. His sword was clearly in his right hand, so why did his left palm push forward at the same time?

The questions not only emerged in the eyes of the sadness, but Yang Jun and others were also confused, but the answer did not need to be found, because the answer appeared the next second.

The long sword in Wang Yang's right hand was impartially located on the edge of the knife telling his sadness.

"choke!"

Saying that sadness and Wang Yang's momentum stopped at the same time. Saying that sadness only stopped, but Wang Yang could not resist the power of the slashing under the giant knife of sadness, and could not stop staggering and retreating two steps.

"But that's it!"

Saying that he smiled sadly and disdainfully, while Wang Yang staggered back, her giant knife swept out, and his whirring sword energy swept across Wang Yang's waist and abdomen like a training.

Wang Yang's left palm was still sad to Shu. Even when he couldn't stop retreating, his left palm was still sad to Shu for no reason. Seeing that Shu's big knife was about to sweep his waist and abdomen, a strong and dazzling white light finally spurted out from his left hand, and a white light sword passed through Shu's sad chest like a white light. Then, before everyone who was dazzlingly blinded by the white light saw clearly what was in the white light, the white light had already flashed and quickly retracted back to the palm of his left palm.

"What is that white light?"

Liu Xiaoru shook her head, rubbed her eyes, and asked Yang Jun beside her in surprise.

The strong light suddenly erupted from Wang Yang's palm, which made Yang Jun's eyes look white just now, and he didn't see anything. When his eyes recovered and could see things, the white light had already retracted back to Wang Yang's palm.

"Maybe it is a martial art, maybe... it is a phantom beast."

Yang Jun answered Liu Xiaoru thoughtfully.

In fact, he couldn't guess what the white light was?

However, its power is really terrifying. It tells the story of the sad chest that there is a blood hole as big as a bowl, and blood is flowing out.

"You, what did you use and what magic did you use to hurt me?"

He told the story of sadness and was about to die, but he insisted on asking Wang Yang this question.

"You want to know?"

Wang Yang tilted his head and looked at her and asked.

"When, of course!"

"I won't tell you!"

After saying that, Wang Yang moved his body and rushed to the sadness. The next second, the screams of the women who were constantly hearing were accompanied by the sound of flesh and blood and bones breaking. The women of the Rakshasa Sect had almost no enemy under Wang Yang's sword.

Yang Jun recognized that Wang Yang's sword technique was the Thirteen Death Swords, but the Thirteen Death Swords that Wang Yang used and the Thirteen Death Swords that he used by Yang Jun were completely different in styles.

Yang Jun himself knew that each of his thirteen death swords was created on the spot, one sword is faster than one sword, and one sword changes more complicated than one sword.

However, Wang Yang's Death Thirteen Swords seemed to have been practicing it by mistake. Although the Death Thirteen Swords he used was also powerful, each move was all the thirteen sword moves in front of the Death Thirteen Sword Sword Score. In just a moment, Yang Jun had already seen Wang Yang use this set of sword techniques twice, and the second sword move was no different from the first one.

Simply put, the thirteen Death Swords that Wang Yang used had a move, while the thirteen Death Swords should have no fixed sword moves. Some of them were just fifteen changes, and those fifteen changes could evolve into tens of millions of different sword techniques.

However, seeing Wang Yang slaughtering easily as if he was cutting melons and vegetables, Yang Jun felt a little confused. He couldn't understand why Wang Yang's wrong killing effect was no worse than his death thirteen swords, or even more effective.

Could it be that I practiced wrong?

As soon as this question emerged, Yang Jun shook his head and abandoned it. He firmly believed that he had not practiced wrongly. Although he did not understand why Wang Yang's wrong sword technique was more lethal.

Wang Yang quickly killed the Rakshasa women present, and more than thirty died under his sword. The rest had become afraid. Without anyone reminding them, they all scattered and fled in all directions.

When killing these people, Wang Yang never erupted that strong and dazzling white light from his left hand.

After killing these people, he didn't even look at Yang Jun, and turned around and walked down the mountain.

"Wang Yang!"

Seeing that he was about to leave, Yang Jun called him.

Wang Yang paused for a moment, but did not turn around, and said to Yang Jun, "Who are you calling? I am not Wang Yang! I am Wuyin Lei Zang!"

(Note: "Zang", pronounced zàng)

His voice was clearly Wang Yang's voice. Although the sword technique he used just now was wrong, it was clearly the Thirteen Deadly Swords. He did not admit that he was Wang Yang.

He just wore a black cloth hood. Can he lose his identity if he wore a black cloth hood?

"Wang Yang! I know it's you. I can recognize your voice. It's useless for you to deny it."

"Hmph! I said I am not Wang Yang! I am Wu Yin Lei Zang."

He stressed again angrily. Wang Yang shook his sleeves heavily, his figure moved, and his ghostly body movements were revealed again. He disappeared into the night and went down the mountain.

"He is obviously Wang Yang! I also recognize his voice, but why doesn't he admit his identity?"

After Wang Yang's back disappeared, Liu Xiaoru, like Yang Jun, still looked at the direction where his back disappeared, and stared blankly, she asked Yang Jun in confusion.

Yang Jun's expression was a little desolate. He probably understood why Wang Yang denied it so much, but because of his understanding, he seemed desolate.

"Can't it..."

Seeing that Yang Jun was in a daze, Liu Xiaoru had no intention of answering her, so she began to guess.

"Are you having a quarrel with Wang Yang? Is it?"

Yang Jun recalled the scenes of the brothers' estrangement in his mind.

"I hope he and I are just having a quarrel..."

As he said this with slackened spirit, Yang Jun also walked down the mountain.

"Xiaoru! Let's go with me! You can't go back to Rakshasa Sect."

Yes! He collided twice and even fought with Miaoshou this time. How could Liu Xiaoru, the third elder of the Rakshasa Sect, still go back?

"Um."

Liu Xiaoru responded and followed Yang Jun's footsteps.

The two of them soon disappeared into the night.

After such a series of episodes, Yang Jun and Liu Xiaoru finally arrived at Chang'an City, the current headquarters of Xiliang Iron Cavalry, through the teleportation array of Phoenix City.

When Yang Jun led Liu Xiaoru into the imperial palace of Chang'an City, the meeting had already begun for a while.

"Deputy City Lord! You are so busy with noble people! When Rakshasa Sect attacked your city, you were not here. After the fall of Xueying City, the general summoned everyone to discuss matters, and you were late again..."

As soon as Yang Jun stepped into the Golden Palace, Napoleon, who had always been unfavorable to him, made a mockery. Seeing that Yang Jun was surrounded by another strange young woman, Napoleon changed the topic and continued to sarcastically: "Oh... I changed another girlfriend? When Snow Eagle City was captured tonight, were you busy communicating with this girlfriend beside you?"

As soon as he entered the hall, he was sarcastic by Napoleon. Yang Jun just glanced at him coldly, but Liu Xiaoru was a little nervous, especially the people in the hall were looking at her and Yang Jun.

Yang Jun glanced at both sides of the hall and took the expressions of the people in the hall into his eyes.

Death is always sitting on the throne in the Golden Palace with a calm face, with his eyes closed.

The believer of the Painted Gaul gave Yang Jun a faint smile when Yang Jun glanced at him.

The devil's blood was gone, and the corners of his mouth were smiling, and he still had his usual elegant style.

She sat there in a shiny silver robe, with a smile that seemed to mock all living beings in the world.

Wen Xin Diaolong sat there with a blank expression. After Yang Jun came in, he only glanced up slightly and glanced at Yang Jun, and never looked up at Yang Jun again.

The beautiful country was watching the show with a look and looked at Yang Jun with a playful look.

However, Hong Yixin, the Waterloo of the Western Liang Iron Cavalry, has always had a good relationship with Yang Jun and is looking at Yang Jun sympathetically.
Chapter completed!